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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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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?"

He grinned even more. "Like this," he said, bringing another bottle of tequila, a lemon wedge, and salt over to the bed. He bent his head and licked her neck, then sprinkled salt there and had her put the lemon slice in her mouth. Opening the tequila, he licked the line of salt from her neck, downed the little bottle of tequila, then kissed her and sucked the lemon from her lips.

Phoebe's eyes widened and then she sighed. "Oh I see..."

She moved off of the bed and got some more lemons and some more of the little tequila bottles and brought them to the bed.

She gave him a lemon wedge and then leaned down and licked his neck. The was a gleam in her eyes as she sprinkled salt onto his neck. She opened the bottle and then proceeded to mirror his actions, sucking the lemon from his lips.

"Oh...I like this game."

He sprinkled more salt on her shoulder and did another shot. "Plenty of games I can show you, baby," he said.

Phoebe's eyes lit up and then she smirked.

"So...I can do a body shot off of any part of your body?" she asked as she did one off of his throat.

"Games...I like learning new games."

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

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.

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.

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

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

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~~.

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[Takes Place The Night Before] Calling His Bluff

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