Coitus Interuptus

As you got back to the manor, you had time to calm down after your short outburst at Phoebe. On one hand, you felt like you overreacted, most guys would be glad to have a girlfriend as sex-crazy as Phoebe, and you were, but like you'd said, even that display was a bit much for Phoebe, at least public Phoebe.

On the other hand... there was no other hand, you felt perfectly justified in the end.

Maybe you'd feel better after a hot shower, that always seemed to alleviate your problems normally.

But, that'd have to wait as you heard the door open behind you just as you were heading up the stairs. Turning around, you saw a barely out of breath Phoebe, looking at you sheepishly. Sighing, you descended the stairs, standing in front of your girlfriend, you reached up to lightly kiss you.

"I'm sorry. Maybe that was a bit much..." Phoebe trailed off, averting her eyes. "Maybe I can make it up to you?" Phoebe suggested, and before you could answer, you felt her nimble fingers already loosening your pants.

Keeping a lid on your irritation this time, you stepped back, out of Phoebe's range as she pouted.

"I'd actually rather you make it up to me by telling me what just happened, did you find Piper's liqueur cabinet because I'm pretty sure those are for cooking, and 'fancy' meals." You inquired as Phoebe once more averted her gaze.

"Not... exactly..." Phoebe finally said, her tone like a scolded child. Apparently she could see the questioning look in your eyes as she took a deep breath and soldiered on. "I was feeling pretty guilty like I said about Piper, so I went looking through the Book for an idea, and I found this spell to help loosen inhibitions, and thought I'd test it out..." Phoebe explained.

"On yourself, you tested a random spell on yourself?" You finished as Phoebe nodded ashamedly.

Sighing again, you reached up and rubbed the bridge of your nose to try and stave off the headache that must surely be coming. "So, is there a way to fix it, a potion, counterspell, what?" You asked.

"Oh, there plenty of ways to reverse it according to the Book, some potions, a spell, even just a couple of hours and it should wear off, or..." Phoebe trailed off again, a habit that was shortly becoming annoying, not that you let that show on your face.

"Or..." You prompted.

"You can sweat it out via some vigorous activity." Phoebe said, managing to hold the smile off her face this time as you sighed.

"Well, at least we're in the privacy of your home now." You said, as Phoebe looked at you surprised for just a second before you scooped her up, your hands immediately finding her plump rump as she giggled in excitement.

It probably said something that soon after you'd manged to sweat out the magical drunkenness of Phoebe, you made due on that hot shower, only to be joined by a second hot, steaming body as Phoebe insisted on running her hands all over your body under the pretense of making sure you got clean. After that, turnabout was fair play as you returned the favor, lingering just long enough on the sensitive part to revive her engine before suddenly flipping the the cold on, almost deafening yourself with Phoebe shriek.

Snickering as you climbed out, Phoebe glared at you, a surefire sign the spell had run its course.

"Just for that, mister, I'm not wearing the silver mini-dress." Phoebe huffed as she finished drying off, wrapping a towel around her body as she left the bathroom.

"Just wear what you've got on, it has the same effect!" You yelled after her with a smile.

But she didn't wear it, neither the silver dress nor the towel, instead going for something she could dance in, although the heels were probably not the right choice if that was her intention.

She gone with a classic black that dipped in the front, and judging from the hungry look on some guys faces as we passed, it had the desired effect, since my opinion doesn't count, biased as it was.

It was while you were in the bathroom, which we occupied by the wrong sex judging from the muffled moans and whimpers coming from one of the stalls, that you realized what you'd forgotten in the flurry of date night with Phoebe.

Where had Piper gone, you hadn't spotted her at the house before you left, but without the spell, you didn't know if Piper would work up the nerve to make a move on the litany of guys at work. Then you remembered, oh yeah, you weren't just some random guy with reality altering powers inside a TV show, you'd taken the place of their resident guardian angel, and as such could find them fairly easily.

Closing your eyes for just a moment, you spread your feelers out, finding Piper somewhere, hopefully home, you couldn't actually tell where it was without orbing over, and you were fairly certain that suddenly appearing next to her was the worst way to out yourself as a magical.

Then, you sensed it, Piper was frantic, quickly moving within a small area for a few moments before heading in one direction. Questioningly you put out your senses to the other two sisters, Phoebe was still in the club, probably dancing, but she was starting to head your way. Prue... dammit, Prue was scared,and in pain, you thought you still had a few hours before this, even worse Phoebe wasn't at home which meant it take longer to get to the hospital, time you didn't have.

You briefly considered orbing to Prue, consequences be damned, when the bathroom door banged open, a frightened Phoebe looking right at you as she ran over, an impressive feat in her heels, and began tugging you out of the club.

"Come on, we have to go, Prue was in a car accident, Piper called, we'll meet her at the hospital!" Phoebe said with a manic energy as you made use of your stronger body to pick Phoebe up and began shoving your way through the crowd to the exit.

It took far too long, although it may have been only a few minutes at most, to get outside where you both realized that you'd have to take a taxi, the same way you'd gotten here.

"When this is over, I'm going car shopping!" You growled as Phoebe tried in vain to flag down a cab.

It was perhaps fitting that your powerlessness boiled over super quickly, and once more for just a moment you considered outing yourself as a Whitelighter to the sisters, if only to making sure they would still all be alive by nights end.

However, rather than turning to magical means, you turned to mundane methods, and insane ones at that. Spotting a cab, rather than try to flag it down, you stepped out in front of it, the loud squel of brakes echoing in the parking lot.

Also fitting was the driver's rage as he threw the door open, a flurry of foul language berating you as he advanced on you, but you weren't having it, walking towards him like a man on a mission, which you were, you got right in his face.

"You are going to take us to the hospital!" You ordered, as if there was only one hospital in all of San Fran.

"And why would I do that?!" The driver snarled back, apparently Phoebe had complete confidence in me as she slid into the backseat.

"Because either you take us, or we'll hitch a ride when the ambulance gets here!" You threatened and you felt it, not the lure of power you already had, but the ease to dominate someone beneath you, the ease to go dark.

Rather than argue, you walked the man, climbing in next to Phoebe, who immediately took your hand, squeezing it in worry. It was only maybe five seconds later the driver climbed back in the taxi and started driving as Phoebe gave him the directions.

You felt the adrenaline that should still be pumping ebb away, like a current pulling the water out before a wave. You felt Phoebe's head lay on your shoulder, and you heard yourself say "It'll be okay." before a sudden jerking feeling yanked you away.