[Takes Place The Night Before] Calling His Bluff

[sensethevisions]

Even though what good judgment she sometimes possessed was screaming at her not to do this, Phoebe was on her way to meet Belthazor. He claimed that he could take her to Paris and she was wondering what would happen when he couldn't fulfill his promise.

She shook her head, laughing at herself that she was actually going to meet the boy who could weave such wonderfully pretty lies...but he was drop dead gorgeous so she'd forgive him when he couldn't take the two of them to Paris.

She brushed a strand of hair back behind her ear and sat down on one of the benches where she had agreed to meet up with him.

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[demonbelthazor]

He leaned back on the bed. "Anywhere you want, baby."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe kneeled beside him on the bed and pushed his shirt up to expose his chest. With a wicked grin, she licked along the center and then poured salt. She licked the salt up, downed the tequila and then sucked at the lemon and his lips.

[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor grabbed Phoebe's shoulders and pulled her down against him. "Last chance to be a good girl and go home," he murmured, nibbling at her neck.

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe murmured something and shook her head. She was enjoying being with him.

"I don't want to be a good girl, Belthazor."

[demonbelthazor]

A wolfish smile on his face, he sat up and reached behind him to pull the blankets down on the bed. He guided Phoebe to the center of the bed and eased his body over hers. "My kind of girl," he said, pulling the sheet over them, fading to black and thus disappointing anyone reading this post and waiting for porn.