A/N:
If you skipped last part because of the warning, basically what happened is this:
-They go to the club
-They all get kinda drunk
-Max forces himself onto Samantha and she doesn't want it
-Phil saves her and shows Max his wings which scares him away

WARNING
There's a sexy scene in this one, kinda close to smut tbh but it's not smut because no actual cheeky secks is in it.

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"I'm so sorry Samantha... I should've been here sooner..." He whispers. I don't respond. I don't know how.  

"Darby. Come on, we're leaving." Phil says to Darby. I stand slightly behind with a tear-stained face and playing with my fingers nervously.

"What? But w-we haven't even... Why? It's too early to g-go..." Darby slurs drunkenly.

Phil helps her to her feet and then puts one of her arms around his neck. I stand on the other side and do the same as we help her to walk. We thank the bartender for keeping her company and we then leave.

Like most nightclubs, there is a bay at the front for taxi cabs to park and pick up drunks. Phil waves at one and helps Darby get in the back and sits next to her and I sit on the other side. Phil tells the driver my address and he begins to drive. As we leave the club, I can see that Max's car has gone. I shiver at the thought of him. It's strange how a person can change in such a short moment. But he didn't change, he just showed his true colours...

"Rough night eh?" The driver asks as he looks at us in the mirror.

None of us says anything.

"Not rough enough! These drag me out to go to this club and then when I-I'm finally having fu-fun, they drag me back out!" Darby slurs. "Even Max didn't wanna stay... Where's Max?" Darby asks.

My stomach drops and my heart breaks a little more everytime I hear his name.

"He left early," Phil says calmly. "He had something to do..." 

Darby sticks her tongue out and makes a loud farting noise. "Bullsh*te."

When we arrive, Phil pulls out his wallet and pays the taxi driver before helping Darby out of the car.

As we walk up to my garden, Darby stops for a moment. She goes pale. Phil and I look at her before she bends over and violently vomits all over the floor. I pat her back comfortingly as she pukes again and again. It's not a pretty sight.

When she's finished and most of the alcohol is out of her system, Phil and I continue to help her into my home. As soon as we walk in through the door, however, Darby collapses into a heavy pile. Fast asleep. Phil bends down and lifts her up bridal style and walks into the living room. He gently puts her down on the sofa and covers her sleeping body with a blanket that was draped over the back of the couch. Phil then goes into the kitchen and gets a bucket from under the sink along with a box of tissues and a large glass of water. He carries the items into the room and places them next to Darby on the floor in case she wakes up or needs to be sick again.

I look at Phil and he looks back at me, offering me a smile before opening his arms, offering me another embrace. I walk over to him and hug him again, breathing in the smell.

"Let's go to bed..." Phil says softly as he plants a kiss on the top of my head and breathes in the smell of my hair.

I walk upstairs and he follows behind. Flashbacks of what happened at the club with Max keep popping up in my mind and I try to block them out. The only thing that blocks them out, however, is Phil. It's the thought of him. His body. His love. His bravery.

We both stand in my bedroom and Phil shuts the door behind him as he walks in too and takes off the jacket. 

"Listen... Phil..." I say as I look over to him.

He looks back at me. "Yes?"

"I wanted to thank you... for saving me..." I say as I reach behind me, fumbling with the zip of my dress. When I have it in between my fingers, I slowly unzip it and the dress slides down onto the floor slowly. I stand there nervously now wearing nothing but my lacey black panties.

Phil's wings sprout up, letting off a small gust of wind and he looks at me in awe as if he's trying so desperately not to gawk with his jaw hanging open. The wind from his wings blows my hair back gently and I run my fingers through it. Phil walks forward and I step out of the dress which is in a heap on the floor.

"You... don't have to thank me..." He says nervously. I simply look at him.

Phil then hesitantly puts his hands on my waist and it's as if the feel of my skin sends electrical impulses through his fingertips as he shivers at the touch. I circle my arms around his neck and connect my lips with his, finally doing what I've been wanting to do for years, albeit drunkenly.

Phil kisses me back, gently at first but then slowly gets rougher. He steps forward and I fall back onto the bed. Phil holds himself up on top of me, looking down into my eyes and then slowly shifts his focus to my chest.

In a single movement so swift and quick that I barely saw it, Phil whipped off his shirt and unbuckled his jeans. Phil then bends down and leaves kisses along my collarbone as I push his jeans off.

But as I do this, Phil wearing nothing but his underwear, his kisses slow down as if he's deep in thought.

"W-wait-" Phil says as he sits back up slowly. 

I look up at him with bright eyes. I circle my arms around his neck again and trace my fingers across his soft, feathery wings. He shivers at this and he almost forgets what he's about to say before he gently puts one of his hands on mine and slides them off his wings. "We... shouldn't do this... We're both slightly drunk and delusional... If we're going to do this then... I think we both need to be sober and thinking clearly..." He says.

I look up at him. I'm flooded with emotions. Part of me wants to burst into tears. Part of me wants to grab him and kiss him regardless. Part of me understands what he's saying. That part's the strongest.

"You're right," I say to him. "You're right."

Phil closes his eyes and breathes deeply, still holding himself up over me. His wings slowly fade away as he breathes through his nose steadily. He then stands up and walks over to my wardrobe and tosses me a shirt to pull on. He even looks away as I put it on as if he hasn't seen my body before. Then he walks back up to the bed and crawls under the covers and I do the same. He plants a soft kiss on my cheek and then I close my eyes, wanting to dream with him.