A/N: Hey y'all sorry about the lateness been swamped. Here's number three...

Next up is the pacifier, FIRELIGHT.


To love means loving the unlovable. To forgive means pardoning the unpardonable. Faith means believing the unbelievable. Hope means hoping when everything seems hopeless.

G. K. Chesterton

There was something in his eyes that told a story of a broken soul... Actually there was something in his eyes that told a story of alcohol consumed. The half full glass in front of him told me it was vodka…

"Have sex with me." The suggestion told me that I had bigger problems than his alcohol consumption.

"Cole as I've said before… I will not have sex with you, make love to you, shag you… Or any other colorful euphemism you can come up with." And there have been quite a few.

"Leo you're too uptight." He explains in all seriousness.

"Cole… I'm not gay and you're not gay… Wanting to bed me comes from a- misplaced spell of Phoebes…" There's no use trying to reason with him on it. Phoebe cast a spell to turn his affections to a more suitable lover… How I fit into that mould is anyone's guess, regardless though, to him it's yet another deep yearning and definitely unrequited love.

As you can see he's currently trying to do something about that last part, has been for the last week. So while the sisters try to find some kind of reversal spell I'm stuck with a love-sick demon.

I suppose all things considered I should be counting my blessings since Cole is neither violent nor forceful when it comes to trying to get me into his bed. Persistent yes, but not particularly nasty, actually sitting across from me now he looks rather childish pouting the way he is. I almost feel sorry for him…

"You keep saying such nasty things Leo and I'll have to put you over my knee and spank your ass… your very perfect ass." Almost… Any good will I may have had towards him in regards to this evaporated the first night after Phoebe botched the spell. Waking up naked next to a naked him, in his bed, in the underworld is enough to put anyone off I think, or at least most straight men.

Leo had escaped relatively unmolested; some light petting was managed whilst he was still in shock, orbing thankfully a knee-jerk reaction… and Piper, she'd laughed at him at first. Had asked if he was sure it wasn't just a crazy nightmare… At first he'd been so sure it had happened, but with no lasting evidence and the bizarre quality of the situation he lost his conviction in a matter of minutes… Then it had happened again…