The Mighty Belthazor

Well, that clarification kept Phoebe from saying what she was going to say. She was curled up next to him trying to get her breath back.

"That would require moving... and leaving the room." Not that she was sure she was capable of moving very far.

It was a very good thing that she didn't have classes on Fridays.

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"Nnnngh," Anders said; he was sprawled out, half falling off the edge of the bed and too relaxed to care if he did, not sure he could talk any more.

Damn, being a Cylon was nice. Too bad he couldn't appreciate that, since he didn't know. He'd credit his own awesome physical conditioning or something.

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"Have to keep our energy up," Bel mumbled, sliding an arm around Phoebe's shoulders. He had one leg tangled up with Anders's, possibly to keep him from falling off the bed, or potentially setting up a chain reaction would would cause them all to fall of the bed if Anders did go over the side.

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Phoebe turned her face to mumble something into his chest.

"Not it."

Oh, yeah, that was what she was mumbling. She didn't think she had the strength right now to stand up, much less walk down to the kitchen.

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Anders waved one hand vaguely. Or sort of flopped it, more like. He had some energy left, but he had to conserve it, okay?

"Thing. Can't you just . . . with the . . . food?"

He hadn't been able to form a complete sentence since Wednesday evening.

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"Dunno if I have enough energy," Bel said. He concentrated, trying to conjure up something simple, like ice cream. The imagined bowls didn't materialize, unfortunately, but a large scoop of vanilla did. Also unfortunately, it was midair and directly above Bel's chest.

Splat.

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"Oh, ice cream," Phoebe said with a wicked smile. "Demon Sundae, my favorite."

She looked into Cole's eyes. "We'll have to clean you up, you know. Can't let you get a cold or anything."

She leaned down to lick gently at his chest.

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"I guess I can get up for this," Anders drawled, rolling over (it took a while) and swiping a finger through the ice cream.

What? He wasn't leaning over that far. Too much effort, and licking it off his finger was plenty suggestive.

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"No fair," Bel whined. "I can't lick myself."

"...that didn't come out right," he added a moment later.

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Ever helpful, Phoebe scooped some of the ice cream up with a finger and held it to Cole's mouth.

"I'll help, love."

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"Aim better next time," Anders informed him lazily.

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Bel lifted his head to suck the ice cream off Phoebe's finger, lingering to nibble on her fingertip. Then he swatted Anders. "I was trying to summon bowls of ice cream," he said. "I didn't expect to get white stuff splattered all over my chest."

Talk about not coming out right....

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Phoebe laughed. "I'm pretty sure that was not supposed to sound as bad as that did." She leaned in to lick along his chest for a moment, before she scooped some of the ice cream up on her fingers and offered a hand to Cole and her other hand to Anders.

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Anders had enough energy to get up for that. (Dirty. Yes.) He leaned over and pulled Phoebe's fingers into his mouth, raking the fingernails of one hand along Bel's ribs as he did.

"Like he cares if it sounded bad?"

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Bel made a happy noise as he flicked his tongue at Phoebe's fingers. "Should I try to summon up some chocolate, too?"

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She leaned down to kiss him. "I wouldn't say no to chocolate."

This said as she shivered from what Anders was doing.

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"He's so useful," Anders drawled, dragging his hand up Bel's thigh.

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"You two just love me for my powers," Bel mock-pouted, squirming just a little.

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"Do you really believe that," Phoebe asked as her tongue started tracing a line down his chest and lower.

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"They're a bonus," Anders mumbled, nipping at Bel's collarbone, "but we love you for a lot more than that."

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"You two are ready for more already?" Bel said with a contented sigh at Anders and Phoebe's attention. "I thought I was the one with all the stamina."

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"I could stop..." She said, and then continued doing just what she had been doing.

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"You're what, complaining?" Anders trailed a hand along Bel's chest, scooping up a bit of the ice cream and letting it drip onto one nipple. "I'm amazed we haven't lost all feeling in our extr -- those things yet, but . . ."

Hey, at this point it was a miracle he could still form sentences at all.

Or, you know, talk.

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"Not complaining," Bel said, then sucked in his breath as the cold ice cream fell on his oh so very sensitive nipple.

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Phoebe grinned when Anders caused Cole to suck in his breath like that. He was lucky there wasn't ice cream where her tongue was headed to.

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Anders chuckled and put a hand on Bel's face, then leaned in to kiss him, absolutely nothing gentle about it.

He was starting to get an idea . . .

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Bel moaned into the kiss, wrapping one arm around Anders's neck. His other hand followed after Phoebe, fingers curling into her hair as he realized her destination.

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Phoebe smiled slightly, running her tongue along his inner thigh as she reached a free hand up to run her nails lightly down his side.

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Anders, suddenly feeling more aggressive than usual, shifted, trailing one foot along Phoebe's leg. He growled into what was rapidly becoming a very demanding kiss, fingers tightening possessively on Bel's shoulder.

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Bel was far too relaxed and content to respond to Anders with aggression of his own. His hips bucked at Phoebe's touch. He could die very happy right now, though he had no intention of doing so.

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When his hips bucked for her, Phoebe ducked and started pulling him gently in to her mouth, her tongue curling the shaft as she moved gently.

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