Charmed. Cole and Phoebe Guardian series. To know Phoebe is too...

Charmed. To know Phoebe is to... Chapter 10

Part 2:Phoebe being Phoebe

Chapter 10

Phoebe went home, feeling far from having completed any exorcism. The problem she acknowledged was that fucking for fucking's sake and that is what she had done with Cole, left you unfulfilled. Then she grinned to herself well actually this hadn't left her unfulfilled, in fact she was downright sated as far as sex was concerned when they finished. But even feeling totally replete sexually made her uncomfortable because she had not felt like that since, well since the last time with Cole.

However, the feeling of sexual satisfaction only lasted about as long as it took him to roll off her and put that whole wide bed between them physically, and an impenetrable wall between them mentally. She had not even been able to insult Cole into bringing it down and then all the insecurities and nagging doubts and guilt starting climbing in her. She desperately needed him to say it, hell he had been able to say it so easily when she had not wanted to hear those words, why couldn't he say I love you when she needed it so badly. And then she could have said it and explained enough time had passed. She could have told him he was dear to her, if he had just let the fucking barrier down enough to talk to her.

She snuck into the manor creeping up the stairs to make sure her sisters did not hear her. She had not done that since Grams was alive. She froze as her foot struck the same creaking fifth stair that it always did when she was eighteen. She made it back to her bedroom and glanced at the clock, it was just after 4.00 am, not much over 2 hours since she had left the house and so much had happened. She dragged her clothes off and lay on the bed feeling very restless. Then she got up, found the t shirt of Cole's that she had been wearing. and held it close to her. She started to feel terribly guilty for demanding he fuck her not only because of all the issues between them but because it as Cole and he did care maybe not like he had but he did care and what she had done, got him to do, left him hurting. Cole got nasty when he was hurting and he had been nasty at the end.

Then she thought damn it, why should I feel guilty. It was only fucking, and it was not as if she had never done that in her life before, only as she lifted the t shirt nearer her, it wasn't fucking it was Cole. And then she started to get angry. She threw the T shirt across the bed. How dare he do that, there she was itching for a good fuck and he screwed it up by making it personal, by pretending a it was something else. Damn him and his obsessive, possessive, neurotic, unrelenting love. She sighed then lent over and retrieved the T shirt, hugged it close and on a promise to herself that she would never fuck him again she fell asleep.

She awoke in a couple of hours and felt her body resist the movement, and then when she remembered why, she got up and inspected the damage. She did not even remember the bite marks getting there and when she turned around, there were Cole finger size bruises on her back and the inside of her thighs were tender and well, no doubts, last night wasn't a dream or a premonition. She licked around her mouth, lips were sore but at least her mouth did not taste like stale brandy, actually it tasted of Cole, and she smelt of Cole.

With a surprising amount of reluctance, she had a quick shower, the addition of a small ensuite to her bedroom was one of the luxuries, her well-paying job had brought, one in each of the other bedrooms. Piper and Leo got the main bathroom mostly to themselves. It had been a while since she had anyone to share the bath with. She got dressed, comfortable stretch pants a nice modest shirt that hid the bite marks even from Piper's quick eyes. She made her bed and found Cole's T-shirt under the sheets, Quickly before she could stop herself, she folded it and pushed it as far as she could to the back of the top drawer of her dresser where she kept her treasures. Then she went into the hall. Piper's door was open and she could hear the murmur of a TV down in the kitchen, which meant Piper was up.