Suite 518/520, late Saturday night, post prom

[demonbelthazor]

Bel was still in his tux, sitting out on the couch, waiting, trying not to pace anxiously. Because he had nothing to be anxious about, right?


[Locked to future_visions and futurebucs_star. There might be a theme there.]

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[demonbelthazor]

"Are we sure this is a good idea?" Cole said, playing with the bottle in his hands.

[sensethevisions]

"Won't know if we don't try." Phoebe shrugged her shoulder. "I can think of worse ideas... and keep in mind, I can read the emotions of both of you. If I think either one of you is not cool, I can always be the one who says I can't do this. Let's you both save face."

She definitely doesn't think about what Piper or Veronica would say to her about any of this.

[demonbelthazor]

"True," Cole agreed. "But are you sure you are okay with it?"

[sensethevisions]

"Was my idea," she reminded him as she slid into his lap. "Don't shut me out and I'll be fine."

[demonbelthazor]

"Never," Cole murmured, kissing her.

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe kissed him back. "I love you."

[demonbelthazor]

"Love you, too," Cole said.

And then there was a knock at the door.