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[Takes Place The Night Before] Calling His Bluff

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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Phoebe turned around in his arms to look at his face. She stared into his eyes for a long moment and then nodded.

"Yes, seize the moment...ride the ride...enjoy the feelings..."

I wonder if the penthouse in that hotel over there is empty, he mused, looking across the city. Or I suppose we could just shimmer back to the dorms, but Lindsey might be there. He'd probably complain about the noise. The education might be good for him, though. Heh.

He gave the choice to her. "Where do you want to go?" he asked, touching his hand to her cheek.

Phoebe leaned into his hand, loving the feel of his hand against her skin.

"I could be dumb and dopey and say anywhere as long as it's with you...but somehow, I don't think that sentiment works for you." She smiled slightly. "So what I will say is that I want to go to a spot by the river, where trees cast deep shadows and the moon shines on the water."

Her words were probably meant to conjure romance, but his hearing was selective. Outside...oh, the adventurous type. Element of risk...discovery...nice.

"By the river?" He looked in the direction she was gazing. "That looks nice. I think that can be arranged."

Her words had less to do with romance than with some place comfortable to sit. Besides, she had heard stories of what sometimes happened on the banks of the river and she was curious as to whether it was true or not.

"Can it?"

He smiled at her, then put his hand over her eyes and shimmered them to the river's edge. "Just like that," he said, taking his hand away.

Phoebe grinned at him as she walked to the edge of the water and looked around. She sat down on the grass and smiled.

"This is so perfect. You're like a genie or something."

He sat down next to her and put his arm around her shoulders. "Or something. Maybe I'm an evil demon just trying to seduce you," he said teasingly.

Phoebe laughed and leaned against him for a moment before pulling away in case he wasn't wanting her that close right now.

"And how do you know I'm not a demon who has been hired to seduce you?"

Why did she pull away? Was she changing her mind? He eased closer to her again.

He chuckled at her words. She wasn't a succubus because he already knew from her kiss that her tongue wasn't razor sharp. "Well, if you are," he said, "I want to find out who hired you and thank them."

Taking his moving closer as an invitation, Phoebe leaned against him, making herself comfortable against him.

"Well see, I'm not allowed to divulge that information. It would take extreme duress or torture to gain the name of my employer."

She was struggling desperately to keep a straight face.

"Besides, what kind of demon would I be if I told you all of my secrets?"

"Torture, huh?" In one swift motion he pushed her down and moved over her, pinning her to the soft grass. He grinned down at her. "Now I have you at my mercy. How shall I tortue you?"

Phoebe looked up at him and had the weird feeling of being home again before she gave herself a mental shake. She grinned up at Belthazor and started talking in a false voice.

"Whatever you do sir, please, oh please don't kiss me..."

He ignored her "pleas" and silenced her with a kiss. "If you expect my heart to be swayed by your tears," he said with a wicked grin, "you've got another thing coming."

She so loved feeling his lips on hers.

"Please, please don't kiss me and then nuzzle my neck," she pretended to sniffle as she begged.

This was fun.

She seemed to be enjoying the game. Whatever, so long as he got what he wanted out of the deal. He felt another twinge of guilt, which puzzled him. There was something about this girl.... No. He kissed her again and moved his lips to her neck, pushing the feeling aside.

Phoebe whimpered, shivering a little as Belthazor's kisses made her feel like she was melting inside. There was something about this guy that made her want so much.

She shifted, rolling the two of them over so that now she was on top and looking down at him.

"You're my prisoner now," she said a low voice and gave him a wicked smile.

He chuckled in amusement. "And just what do you intend to do about it then?"

Phoebe pondered this question for a few moments and then, still holding his wrists down, she bent down and nuzzled his neck, then started kissing his throat and neck very gently.

While outdoors like this had a certain thrill, Belthazor had a decided preference for something more luxurious. Growing up in stone caverns with just straw for bed gave one an appreciation for the finer things. Stupid Raynor and his stupid minimalist policies. But speaking of Raynor...Belthazor suddenly recalled that the leader of the Brotherhood had a suite in a nearby hotel reserved for his use should he ever be in the area. A really nice one, too. Hypocrite. The Hôtel de Crillon, yeah, that was it. They could shimmer in, spend the rest of the night in a nice big soft bed, and take advantage of the minibar.

He jerked his wrists free of Phoebe's grip and wrapped his arms around her. "Hang on, baby," he said with a low laugh, and then shimmered them to the hotel.

Again, Belthazor was moving them with that thing he did and she held on tightly to him. When they stopped or appeared or whatever, they were in this really nice hotel room.

She turned and looked at Belthazor with intrigue in her eyes.

"You...are just full of surprises, aren't you?"

"It's my dad's place," he said with a nonchalant shrug. "Well, my foster dad. Kinda. Grab something from the mini-bar and let's make the most of this place." He paused and grinned at her. "The bathtub's huge."

Phoebe went to the bar and took out a tiny bottle of tequila, then went and sat down on the bed.

"It's a feather bed," she said in delight as she opened the bottle and took a shot of tequila.

"Much better than straw," he muttered to himself.

He rummaged through the bar. The suite was supposed to be kept fully stocked in the event of any unplanned visit per Raynor's instructions. He found a lemon and some salt. "Ever done body shots?" he asked Phoebe, grinning wickedly.

Phoebe cocked her head and looked at Belthazor.

"Nope, can't say that I ever have. How do they work?"

[Takes Place The Night Before] Calling His Bluff

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