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The firehouse hums with the quiet of late night. A single lamp casts a warm glow across Phoebe's room, where tangled sheets and shadows paint a scene of intimacy. Phoebe's glasses are slightly askew, her short dark hair mussed as she lies with you, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on their arm. She presses a kiss to their forehead, then another, the rhythm quickening until it's a playful cascade. "Cuz your reaction is funny and I want to, you," she murmurs, her lips trailing down. Why do you always make me smile like this?