I can't let myself regret such selfishness.

[ohboythepipes]

Danny Smalls wrote an entry to people he knows. He said he was leaving, and he is. He's walking out the front doors of the Kashtta without anything but the wallet in his pocket. There's something to be said about having nothing, no possessions, no anything. It's freeing, isn't it? Nothing tying him down. Nothing to care about. He's not planning on

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GET TO THIS WHENEVER. We...already talked but I wanted her to be the first to tag. :3

[thehighestwing]

Danny's leaving. Phoebe's pretending she doesn't care but she does. She's not even sure what happened. Last she knew, Danny was just fine being in Chicago and pretending he didn't care when she knew that he did.

How does one go from sitting at your hospital bed to just leaving and asking why not?

She hates him. Maybe it's true, maybe it's not, but in that very moment, she hates him and wants him gone. Phoebe doesn't want to be anywhere near the Kashtta tonight.

She opens her door and storms out of her room.

Where she's going is anybody's guess. She doesn't get very far, since she'll be colliding with Xander on the way over. "Oomph."

DON'T YOU UH HUH ME.

[thehighestwing]

Her hands grab a fistful of his shirt and she's pressing closer and closer. Xander is really, really good at this and for some reason, she didn't expect it. Phoebe loves making out. She loves kissing and getting to know someone else's body.

Phoebe makes a little noise of surprise, and then her eyes are fluttering closed. She leads Xander to the nearest chair and climbs on his lap.

She'd like the last kiss, sure, but it'd been too quick and filled with surprise to really take in.

This is a long, slow kiss that has her toes curling into themselves.

It's leaving her a little bit dazed, and she has a hard time remembering where they are in the first place.

Phoebe is going to...pounce on you now, Xander.

I DO WHAT I WANT

[xandtheman3]

Xander makes an all too happy, needy sound when he falls back into the chair. She is really good at this too. He has made out with a few girls in his day, and she has to be the absolute best at it.

Holy shit.

There isn't much room for thinking. There's want and desire and touching, kissing. There's really only Phoebe here, and God.

Nothing has been more intense than this. She's going to pounce on him, and he's going to pounce right back. His hands are in her hair and traveling down, reaching for her clothes to strip them away.

He is completely unaware of where they are, but this bowling alley is about to lose its virginity.

AND THEN THERE WAS SEX.

[thehighestwing]

Her own thoughts have fled from her mind. There's nothing but the bone melting sensation that comes with letting the skin do what it wants and to hell with the rest.

Phoebe's greedy and that extends to every inch of her body. Hands tug at his shirt until it comes off, fingers spear into his hair to keep him close, mouth leaves a soft, icy trail down his neck until she finds his own mouth.

The rest is silence and exploration and the meeting of her body with his. It's amazing, far more amazing than she ever remembers sex being, but there's also trust.

She knows she's placing herself in good hands.

Xander will be good to her, and that's more than Phoebe can ask for.

Basically, Chicago, the bowling alley's cherry was popped by Phoebe Donovan and Xander Harris.