[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 turned her around in his arms. "Nice view, huh?" he said, moving them towards the railing, looking down 1000 feet. "You're not scared of heights, are you?" he added teasingly, giving her a pretend push.

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe shook her head and pushed back.

"No, not afraid of heights...and even if I was...I know fort a fact you wouldn't let any harm come to me."

She eyed him and smiled. "I also know that if I got it into my head to do something incredibly foolish and deadly...you would stop me." She leaned against the railing and looked him in the face.

"Do you want to know why I'm so sure of that?"

[demonbelthazor]

He looked at her warily. What the hell was she trying to prove?

Crossing his arms across his chest, he cocked his head and said, "Why are you so sure about that?"

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe smiled her brightest smile.

"Because you want to sleep with me."

[demonbelthazor]

Straight to the point. Nice. Well, no sense in dancing around it now that she brought it up. "Well, yeah," he said. "But what if I'm the foolish and deadly thing you want to do? I'm hardly going to stop you from that...."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe's lips twitched as she looked him over. "I should hope not," she said with a smile. 'I would hate to think that you would stop me from kissing you again...among other things."

She moved away from the railing and turned to look out across Paris. "If you're going to end up being my foolish and deadly thing...well, what a way to go."

[demonbelthazor]

He moved behind her and slid his hands to her hips. "You like to play with fire, huh?" he said lowly. "Not afraid of getting burned?"

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe leaned back into him, closing her eyes.

"Fire can both destroy and incite, Belthazor. Getting burned can be both pleasure and pain."

[demonbelthazor]

Bet you wouldn't be so brave if you knew what I really was, Belthazor thought. For a moment it was tempting to shift into his demonic form just to hear her scream. Scare her bravado right out of her.

Instead he nuzzled her neck. "Mmm hmm...now about that pleasure part...."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe shivered slightly as he nuzzled her neck. Belthazor made her feel a way she had never felt before and it was both confusing and exhilirating.

She moved her hands down to grip his arms and nodded.

"Yes, the warmth of the fire can cause such eroticism to blossom and burn over."

[demonbelthazor]

"You a poet or something?" he murmured. He hoped that didn't mean she was secretly some clingy and emotional type. She seemed like a girl who knew what she wanted and knew how to get it. This would just be a good time for both of them.

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe shook her head slowly.

"Not a poet...just love the dance of the flames." She tilted her head back. "I just feel that life is too short not to reach out and enjoy yourself."