Badly, for you and Phoebe

It was around an hour later when you heard the muffled sounds of someone ascending the staircase. You fiddled and tinkered all that time with the control box of the elevator with the only success being that you hadn't died yet, which you didn't think was even possible. Finally giving up, you dropped the tool in your hand back into the box, and with a wave of your hand, dispersed it back into light motes.

It seemed your mood was shared as you saw Phoebe exit the stairwell, a glower on her her face, her heels now hanging loosely from one hand, while the fingers of her other hand dug into her bag.

"Welcome back Phoebe, how di the date go?" You asked glibly since her face seemed to answer the question for her.

"I don't want to talk about it, the jerk stood me up!" Phoebe ranted.

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that, poor guy." You said, and Phoebe looked at you, her irritated look replaced by a more contemplatively one.

"Poor guy, I'm the one who got stood up, it should be poor me!" Phoebe continued her rant as you stood, your joints popping at the exertion.

"Nah, you look gorgeously sinful in that dress, I'm pretty sure you'll find some other guy to entertain you, but that guy just missed his chance to have you on his arm." You said as Phoebe snorted.

"Are you saying I'm that easy that I could just toss some guy away and replace him that quickly?" Phoebe asked and you were actually beginning to enjoy the flirtatious banter.

"Hardly, I'm merely saying that queens are never short of men to fall to their knees to worship at their feet." You said and Phoebe's glower was replaced with a soft smile as a tinkle appeared in her eye.

"And what about you, would you like to worship at my feet?" Phoebe asked contemplatively.

"Honestly, I'm not really one to worship others, and I'd much prefer the situation to be reversed, however, I wouldn't mind being on my knees for you from time to time." You countered and the small flash of heat Phoebe experienced sent a spark of primal joy through you.

"How forward of you Mr. Wyatt, I'm not the kind of girl who'd just sleep with some guy I've never even went on a date with." Phoebe countered and you could see the enjoyment in her eyes as you advanced on her.

"No, this would be forward," You said, getting close enough to her to wrap one arm around her waist, pulling her body against yours, softly pressing your arousal against her heated core. "How about we go out for dinner, maybe a movie, and then we can come back to your apartment, and we'll see who is worshiping who by the end of the night." You were close enough to feel the heat rush up Phoebe's neck as well as hear the increase in her heartbeats.

"Besides, it's not like I'm going to fix this thing anytime soon." You groused, sending a soft kick to the doors of the elevator, only for a small rush of warmth to spread down your leg and into the mechanisms as it gave a lurching groan before the doors opened cleanly.

Both of you broke down in laughter at the surprising end to your flirting.

"Oh yeah, I forgot that Whitelighters can fix objects as well as people, that would've been nice to remember, but I suppose it all worked out in the end." You thought as Phoebe returned her heels to their rightful place on her feet.

"Okay, you've convinced me, but first we're going to swing by your apartment, or wherever you live because no offense, but you look like a mess." Phoebe said as you held the door to the elevator for her as you felt your heart sink as you realized you'd have to find someplace to live and preferable within the next half-hour.

"Are you sure because I live a ways away. Besides there's almost no chance of getting a reservation at a fancy restaurant now with the short notice, not to mention first date are about making impressions, I think we've already got some impressions of each other. Why don't we just go see a movie and go out for dinner afterwards at this little mom-and-pop pizza place I know." You suggested, and judging from Phoebe's smile, she liked the idea.

"Alright Mr. Smooth talker, we'll go with your idea, but I get to pick the movie." Phoebe countered as she stepped on to the now functional elevator, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.