Author's Notes: Hi, readers. Here's chapter seventeen of "Turnaround." This chapter has lots of Podcast/Phoebe. There is also sexual content. Like before, do not read it if it makes you uncomfortable. Otherwise, you may read at your own risk. Stay tuned for chapter eighteen.

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Chapter 17: Forgetting Everything

Podcast massaged Phoebe's shoulders while sitting on their bed in their room around early afternoon. He rubbed light circles into them. He increased the pressure somewhat. She sighed in relief as the pain vanished. She looked up at the ceiling. She laid her hands on her knees. She gripped them in a somewhat tight manner.

"Shit. That feels so good," she said while looking up at the ceiling.

"I am glad it does. I would have pinched your butt if you said it didn't," he teased with a snicker.

"If you do that, you will get a knuckle sandwich," Phoebe warned, looking over her shoulder at him and curling her hand into a fist. She presented to him. "I am very serious."

"Okay," Podcast said and moved his hand to her butt. He gave it a pinch with a big smirk. "Oops. My hand forgot." He pinched it again. "Oops. My hand forgot."

"Ooh!" Phoebe said and clenched her teeth. "You asked for it!"

Phoebe pressed her fist in between her boyfriend's eyes. He fell on his back, his head hitting the pillow. He spread his arms and legs out eagle style. He twitched before losing consciousness. She turned around and took a closer look at him. She screamed when he grabbed her sides and tickled them as he regained consciousness. She smacked him on the shoulder.

"You are so mean, Podcast," Phoebe scolded and hissed in annoyance.

"I am proud to be mean," Podcast declared. "You are not changing me."

"I don't want you to change," Phoebe teased, her eyebrows wiggling.

"Good," Podcast said, turning his nose upward.

She pointed her finger in his face. "You will drown in the pouring rain if you keep holding your nose like that."

"I don't give a shit. I will hold it as high as I want," Podcast said, crossing his arms.

"No, you can't," Phoebe said, grabbing his nose and pulling his head to where he was looking at her.

He smirked. "Yes, I can."

Phoebe screamed when Podcast flipped her over on her back. He looked in her in the eye. He gave her a menacing look. She swallowed hard, her breathing becoming shudders. He laughed and kissed her on the lips. She emitted a playful growl.

"You are so silly," Phoebe said, giggling.

"It is good to be silly," Podcast responded, getting off her and laying on his side. He propped his head up with his elbow. "Laughter is the perfect medicine."

"Unfortunately, you can die from laughing too hard," Phoebe pointed out and cringed somewhat.

"Everything carries an element of risk. Even stepping outside can be risky," Podcast commented, playing with one of her curls.

"I know," Phoebe agreed and pointed her fingers in different directions. "Who knows what could be around this corner or that corner?"

Podcast tickled her nose. "You got that right."

"I am always right," Phoebe said.

"Not always," Podcast said, shaking his head.

"Yeah always," Phoebe said, nodding rapidly.

"No way," Podcast commented and blew a raspberry.

Phoebe giggled. "Yeah way."

Podcast kissed Phoebe's cheek. He rubbed it so lightly that it seemed he wasn't even doing that. He took her hand into his. He gave it a very gentle squeeze. He rubbed the back of her knuckles with his thumb.

"I can't blame you for feeling like we were being watched," Podcast said and wrinkled his nose. "Some people think the public knows they've been somewhere, but they really don't."

"I have this feeling someone was following us around after we left Ray's store," Phoebe whispered nervously.

"If that's true, then that person would have followed us all the way home," Podcast said, cringing badly.

"It is a fact most of New York City is aware of where the Firehouse is," Phoebe responded, her other hand going to her temple.

"So many places are within walking distance," Podcast added.

"Yeah," Phoebe commented.

"I wonder who would follow us all the way home," Podcast said, his hand squeezing hers a little hard.

"Me too," Phoebe agreed. She cupped her chin in her hand. She looked to be deep in thought. Suddenly, something clicked in her head. "You don't think it would be—"

Podcast felt his eyes go as wide as saucers. He knew his girlfriend was talking about Dino and Mina. He had felt bad vibes from them the second they introduced themselves. He had no doubt the others had sensed the same thing. He pressed his lips together.

"I know it sounds crazy, but I think Dino and Mina would do something like this," Phoebe insisted and swallowed hard.

"I don't doubt it," Podcast admitted. "They have all the time in the world to do something like this."

"I know jealousy can make people follow others around," Phoebe said and suppressed a yawn. "They want to see everything they do."

"It is very dangerous," Podcast commented and swallowed hard. "You never know what such people might do."

"Stalkers are actually just mere annoyances most of the time. They get tired of going after their targets and leave them alone after a while," Phoebe pointed out. "However, I do not think Dino and Mina will get tired of their probable stalking."

"I don't think they will either," Podcast agreed, shuddering in disgust. "This reminds me of celebrity stalkers. Rebecca Shaffer was killed by a stalker. Halle Berry had her first baby's life threatened when she was still in her womb by another one. The list goes on and on."

"It is sick," Phoebe mumbled.

"Do you think we should tell the rest of the family about your theory?" Podcast wondered.

"We should, but I want to wait until later," Phoebe replied and bit her lip. "I don't want to burden Mom and Dad with too much too fast."

"What if they do not take it seriously?" Podcast asked curiously.

"If they don't, what can we do? We can't force them to support it," Phoebe said honestly. "We'll just gather evidence and present it to them. If we can get it, that is."

Podcast ran his hand over his girlfriend's hair. He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. She inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly.

"Mom is right about one thing. I can't act paranoid every time I go out in public as it would harm Gabrielle and me," Phoebe said seriously.

"I think we should stick around here for a couple of days," Podcast suggested. "It would put our minds at ease."

She licked her lips. "I agree."

"Good," Podcast said with a smile.

"I want to do something else right now," Phoebe said, raising her eyebrows.

He tilted his head. "What's that?"

Phoebe turned over and kissed Podcast passionately. She slipped her tongue into his mouth. This made him moan loudly. He moved his hand to her cheek. She turned their bodies until she was on top of him. She got her legs on either side of him. They moved their hands over every inch of each other. Their heartbeats sped up. Electricity jolted up and down their spines. It went through their bodies at a rapid rate.

She grabbed the hem of his white t-shirt and began pushing it upward. He sat up and broke the kiss. He raised his arms, allowing her to remove it. He brought his hands to her blue overall clasps. He unhooked them, pushing them off her shoulders. He flipped her over with a lustful growl. He jerked them off. He kissed her once more. They wrapped their arms around each other. They were unwilling to let go.

She sighed pleasurably at his kissing her neck. She got louder when he traced it with his tongue. He nibbled on it in a gentle way. He bit down on it, a lustful growl leaving his mouth. She gasped in pain. He gave it a gentle blow, causing her to sigh in much relief. He slid his hands up and down her body. He moved at such a slow pace that it seemed he wasn't even doing that.

Podcast captured his girlfriend's lips into a possessive kiss. He slipped his tongue into her mouth. This caused her to groan softly. He pushed her blue t-shirt up to her breast line. He planted kisses all over her stomach. He traced every muscle that lined it with his tongue. He ran up and down the baby bump four times. He smiled when Gabrielle moved against it. He grabbed her white underwear. He ripped it off and brought his hand to her entrance. He proceeded to fondle her wet folds. He went slowly at first, but he upped his pace. She moaned in much ecstasy. She got louder at his licking at her neck. She winced at his biting down on her. She sighed in relief when the pain faded away.

He stroked her clit with his thumb in a slow manner. It was almost as if he were teasing her. She whimpered softly yet excitedly. He smiled in satisfaction and began going faster. She cried out ecstatically, her hands grabbing at the pillow. She moved her hips with his motions. She arched her back. She screamed while coming. She was so lost in it that she forgot to breathe.

She came down from her high as a sated feeling rushed through her body. He pulled away from her neck and looked at her. He flashed her a smile. She realized he wasn't done yet. He moved back, leaning down. He stared at her left inner thigh. He alternated between kissing and licking at it. He nibbled on it. He blew on softly. She screamed loudly when he gave it a hard bite. She emitted a relieved sigh at the pain fading away.

He turned to her right inner thigh to give it the same amount of attention. She moaned softly yet excitedly. He looked at her entrance. He rubbed his face against it. He teased it with his tongue. He ran it up and down the flesh three times before pushing it inside her. He fondled her folds gently at first, but he grew ravenous. In fact, his ravenousness increased to the point that he appeared he would lap every bit of her up. Fire began to build within their veins.

Phoebe whimpered while grabbing at the headboard with both hands. She tightened her grip on it when her boyfriend used his tongue to mess with her clit. She started to move her hips with his motions. He upped his speed, his hand grabbing her right thigh. She increased her pace, squeezing her eyes shut. He bit down on her clit very hard. She screamed while coming. Her breathing turned to shudders.

She came down from her high, her eyes opening slowly. The same sated feeling went through her body. He returned to her eye level and kissed her passionately. She tasted herself on his lips, sighing contently at its sweetness. She grabbed at his hair, plunging her tongue into his mouth. She wanted more of it. Their tongues dueled for control.

Podcast broke the kiss with a fierce growl. He grabbed Phoebe's blue t-shirt, ripping it to pieces and threw them to the floor. He unclasped her white bra to take it off. He tossed it aside. He removed his black shorts and blue underwear. He leaned down to take the right breast into his mouth. He rolled the nipple with his tongue. She let out an ecstatic moan. She got louder when he bit down on it. He lavished her left breast with the same amount of attention. He went to its underside and ran his tongue to the top of it. He headed over to the top part of the right breast. He made his way to its underside. He moved between them three times.

He came to her eye level and captured her lips in a hard kiss. He slipped his tongue into her mouth. He smiled at her moaning headily. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He took hold of her wrists and pulled them away. He pinned them at her sides. He broke the kiss and stared deep into her eyes. He growled lustfully, as did she.

"I need to be inside you right now," he said and gritted his teeth.

"Do it," she answered and breathed hard. "Make love to me."

Podcast nodded at Phoebe before aligning himself at her entrance. He let out a lustful growl as he entered her quickly and roughly. He began moving in and out of her immediately. He didn't want to wait for her to adjust to him. He clenched his teeth somewhat tightly She moaned excitedly, her head rolling back into the pillow.

He pressed a possessive kiss to her lips. She began lifting her hips, her breathing becoming shudders. She met each of his thrusts. She moaned when he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Their grunting and groaning mingled together. Their hands wandered and groped every inch of their bodies. He increased the speed and intensity of his thrusting. His body tightened with every thrust. He nuzzled her jaw before planting kisses along it. He saw her moans as music to his ears.

He alternated between nibbling and sucking on her neck. The skin tingled beneath his lips. He grabbed her butt to give it a hard squeeze. His thrusting got rougher and faster. He trailed kisses to her ear. He nibbled on it before tracing it with his tongue. She whimpered at his fondling her breasts. She got louder when he pinched the nipples. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked on it. She screamed in ecstasy. She leaned her head back as he gave it a hard bite. He repeated both actions with the other one.

Phoebe turned her and Podcast's bodies until she was on top of him. She leaned her head back, an ecstatic sigh leaving her mouth. She kissed him with much passion. She began to move up and down on him. Her hands went above his shoulders. He took hold of her hips. He helped her move on him as he met her movements with his. He could feel the fire climbing higher within him. He didn't doubt it was doing the same in her.

She kissed him once more. She traveled to his ear and proceeded to nibble on it. She was gentle at first, but she increased the pressure. He groaned loudly while sliding his hands to her shoulders. She trailed kisses down his throat to his chest. She licked at the spot over his heart. She sucked on it hard. She rolled his nipples in her hands, causing him to let out a throaty groan. She teased his right nipple with her tongue. He growled with much intensity. He anchored her head to him. He got louder when she sucked on it. She focused her attention on his left nipple.

Podcast felt the fire in him reaching its peak. He slid a hand downward and massaged Phoebe's clit. She moaned with much pleasure. She gripped the pillow so tightly that she appeared about ready to rip it. She closed her eyes, a soft whimper coming from her. They kissed long and hard. Their tongues fought each other, and groans left their mouths. She tore away from him to stare into his eyes.

"Podcast, I am about to—" Phoebe started.

Podcast sprung up into a sitting position to grab his girlfriend's hips roughly. He moved her rougher and faster on him. He thrusted up into her just as rough and fast. The world started to fade around them. They couldn't see the room. It was just the two of them and nothing else.

"Come for me, Phoebe," Podcast commanded in a fierce voice. "I must feel you come!"

Podcast upped the speed of her movements. She threw her head back at Podcast's taking her left breast into his mouth and sucking. She moaned a final time. Her climax took her in which it triggered his. He bit down on her breast. He came with a muffled moan. Their bodies spasmed against each other. They held each other close as they waited for their breathing to return to normal. Their pants came out fast and hard.

Podcast couldn't sit up any longer and fell back onto the bed. He took Phoebe with him. She got off him and laid on her side. He turned over on his. She traced circles into his stomach with her fingertips. He ran his hand over her hair. He twirled a curl around his finger. Their breathing was soft and steady. She blinked three times.

"That was the best lovemaking session we've ever had," Phoebe said breathlessly.

"It sure was. It was nice feeling Gabrielle move," Podcast said, putting his hand on her stomach and feeling the baby move.

"Oh, yeah," Phoebe agreed. "It took our minds off the feeling of being watched this morning."

"Yep," Podcast said with a soft chuckle. "You were such a force of nature."

"So were you," Phoebe said, flicking his nose. "Of course, I was the bigger force of nature."

"No, you weren't," Podcast responded, shaking his head.

"Yes, I was," Phoebe said, nodding.

He blew a raspberry. "No."

She squeaked. "Yes."

Podcast growled playfully before kissing his girlfriend. He moved his hand to hers and entwined their fingers. He twirled one of her curls around his finger slowly.

"It is funny how people think money makes them rich, but it doesn't," Podcast said and tapped her nose with his finger. "Life does."

"I feel rich having you as my boyfriend and raising our baby together," Phoebe said sweetly.

"I feel the same way," Podcast agreed and cleared his throat. "With you as my girlfriend, that is."

"I bet if we were to look inside Dino and Mina that we wouldn't see pretty people. We'd see ugly people," Phoebe commented in a blunt voice.

"Beauty is skin deep. Ugly goes all the way to the bone," Podcast said, nodding sharply.

"Exactly," Phoebe commented with a smirk. "If Dino and Mina looked in the mirror and saw their true appearances, I believe they'd scream hysterically."

"Me too," Podcast agreed. "Anyway, let's forget about them and do this."

Podcast kissed his girlfriend with great passion after touching her cheek. They wrapped their arms around each other. She slipped her tongue into his mouth. She smiled at his moaning headily. She brought her hands to his nipples. She teased them with her thumbs in which this hardened them. Their heartrates increased in speed. Electricity coursed through their veins.

Podcast flipped Phoebe over on her back, getting in between her legs. He kissed her neck. He smiled when she moaned in pleasure. He fondled her breasts. He rolled the nipples in his hands to harden them. He captured her lips in a hard kiss. His tongue entered her mouth and touched hers. They couldn't keep themselves from groaning.

"Oh, Podcast. That hits the spot," she whispered as he sucked on her neck. She whimpered at his nibbling on it. "Oh, yes. Yes!"

"Do it. Shout it to the world," he growled intensely. "Don't stop."

Podcast and Phoebe kissed long and hard. They wrapped their arms around each other. He trailed kisses to her neck. He licked at it before sucking on it. She let out a soft yet excitable moan. He touched her breasts. He teased the nipples with his thumbs. He slid his hands up and down her body. They got lost in another round of lovemaking.