charmed stories, vol. 1
so this is a story about my favorite little witch, Phoebe Halliwell, and a single (and I must say, brilliant) premise: what if, rather than being a long-lost-half-sister, Paige Matthews was just a hot girl who sat next to Phoebe in psych class?
Charmed and Dangerous
Summary: In this story Prue never died, and Paige is not a long-lost sister-just a cute girl that Phoebe meets at college. This is a slash story, which means girl-on-girl action. If that’s not your thing, then feel free not to read it. Part 1 will be PG, but that won’t last long if Phoebe and Paige have anything to say about it…parts 2 and on will be R.
Phoebe came downstairs humming to herself, her long, sleek brown hair tied back in a neat ponytail and her face clean and fresh but for a hint of tinted lip gloss. Backpack slung over one shoulder, she entered the kitchen where Piper was putting fresh cinnamon rolls on the table and Prue was reading the paper and stirring her coffee absently.
“Ohhhh, Piper, you are the best big sister a girl ever had,” Phoebe moaned happily as she reached for one of the sticky treats.
“I’m sitting right here, Pheebs,” Prue said dryly, still not looking up from her paper.
“Yes, and when you learn to bake cinnamon buns from scratch, I’ll be here to worship you just as much,” Phoebe said sweetly, leaning down to give her oldest sister a gooey kiss on the cheek.
“Phoebe!” Prue squealed as she jumped involuntarily at the odd tactile sensation. “That was gross! What on earth has gotten into you this morning?” Prue was glaring at her little sister, who continued to grin unrepentantly as Prue took a napkin and wiped her cheek. Piper, who had remained silent throughout the sisterly exchange, was now studying Phoebe with a knowing look.
“Ooooh, I know exactly what’s gotten into her,” Piper said gleefully. “You met someone, didn’t you? I know this Phoebe, this is happy I-have-a-new-boy Phoebe. I knew you would forget about dumb ol’ demony Cole and find a honey who deserved you!”
“I haven’t met a boy, Piper,” Phoebe said with a roll of her eyes.
“No no no, miss Phoebe Penelope Halliwell, you cannot lie to your sister and get away with it. I’ve known you way too long, and I have the sister radar. So spill.”
“Piper, I swear.” Phoebe abandoned her breakfast, looking desperately from one sister to the other as their eyes narrowed, just as they did when Phoebe tried to keep anything secret from them as a child. “Do not give me the big sister eyes! On Mom’s grave, I swear to you there is no new guy in my life!”
“Whoa.” Prue sat back slightly in her chair as if she’d been slapped. “Okay, Pheebs. No need to get so defensive, all right? Piper didn’t mean to attack you. We’re just interested in your life, that’s all. You are our one and only baby sister, and we love you. Remember?” Prue cocked her head slightly as she said this, studying the now agitated face of the youngest Halliwell.
“I remember,” Phoebe sighed. “I’m sorry guys. I didn’t mean to jump down your throat, Piper.”
“It’s okay, sweetie,” Piper said genuinely. “I shouldn’t have been so presumptuous.” Phoebe smiled weakly, as a wave of guilt washed over her. But she hadn’t lied. Technically. And really there was nothing to tell…not yet. Her grin blossoming into a genuine, hundred-watt Halliwell smile, she glanced at the clock.
“Oh! I’m late for class.” Hitching her backpack up on her shoulder, Phoebe hurriedly kissed both sisters on the cheek before bolting out the door. “Have a good day everybody!” She called over her shoulder as she scurried out. Prue and Piper looked at each other significantly as the front door slammed, both with one eyebrow raised in the trademark what-is-our-little-sister-up-to look.
“She forgot her cinnamon roll,” Prue said unnecessarily.
“Mmmm,” Piper agreed. “And I just can’t help but wonder what…or WHO…is waiting for her at school that could be sweeter?”
Meanwhile, Phoebe was gazing out the window the of the MUNI with a faraway look in her big brown eyes. The familiar sights of the city passed her by unnoticed as the bus took her closer to her destination, the campus of SFU and in particular another pair of big brown eyes that she couldn’t get out of her mind. Butterflies fluttered gently around her stomach as she remembered the smile that went with those eyes, so very playful and mischievous. As she played over in her mind the moment when that smile had first been directed at her, the butterflies kicked into overdrive. As the inner sunset rolled by outside and Phoebe’s stop approached, the pleasant hum in her tummy began to twist into a painful knot. She wasn’t used to feeling so uncertain about her attractions; the boys had found her much too early for that. She swallowed the insecurity rising up in her throat as she tried to assure herself again that the object of her affection had more than friendly feelings for her, too; that it wasn’t all her in her head.
*Today,* she firmly told herself, *I am going to ask Paige Matthews out.*
Charmed and Dangerous-Part 2
Summary: In this story Prue never died, and Paige is not a long-lost sister-just a cute girl that Phoebe meets at college.
Rating: R
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Sitting in her Intro to Psychology class, Phoebe couldn’t help glancing again at the clock, pursing her lips in dismay to see that only three minutes had passed since the last time she looked. She suppressed a growl of irritation; Paige was sitting right next to her, as usual, and Phoebe didn’t want her to think that anything was wrong.
“You okay, Pheebs?” Paige whispered in an undertone. “You seem kinda jumpy.”
Phoebe groaned, wondering for the second time today just how transparent she was. “Just had a little too much coffee this morning,” she whispered back, not wanting to be reprimanded for talking in class. She flashed Paige what she hoped was a reassuring smile, and Paige smiled back. The warmth in her dark eyes and the dimple in her cheek were enough to send a bolt of electricity straight through Phoebe’s stomach, settling insistently between her legs. The glance between them lasted perhaps longer than it needed to; Phoebe couldn’t help it, she always got a little bit lost whenever she had Paige’s attention directed at her. It had started out so innocently, a friendship born of like minds and academic striving. On the very first day, in that huge lecture hall filled with overeager freshmen, it had been Paige who first opened her mouth and challenged the professor. She didn’t even raise her hand, she just interrupted him and told him she disagreed with him. It had sparked a good-natured debate that most of the class had eventually joined, and as the lecture came to a close, the teacher had said that he was glad to see that this year’s students weren’t note-taking zombies. Phoebe had liked Paige right away for her boldness, her zest and independence. Had liked her so much that she had gone right up to her as they filed out of the hall and told her so. They’d walked out into the bright San Francisco sun together, discovering that they both had a half hour break before their next class, and decided to go for coffee in the student lounge to pass the time. From then on, it had become a regular occurrence. They talked about anything and everything, from Phoebe’s family to Paige’s wild past and how she had turned her life around when her mother died. They talked about school, they challenged each other’s ideas, they giggled over stories of how Phoebe had terrorized her sisters as a child. And then, inexplicably, Phoebe had realized that she wanted more. It had freaked her out at first, having never felt an attraction to a girl before; but every time Paige laid a friendly hand on her bare arm or their knees touched turning lecture, Phoebe felt her body crying for more. And as much as she’d wanted to dismiss it as a crush, she knew better. Her feelings weren’t simple lust. She thought about Paige constantly, daydreamed about the smell of her hair; she even found herself waxing poetic about the girl’s beautiful handwriting. There was no doubt about it, Phoebe wanted Paige bad. And sometimes-when she said something silly to make Paige laugh, or when they were saying goodbye-she thought she saw something more in Paige’s eyes, too.
But there was only one way to be sure, and as the bell rang and snapped Phoebe out of her reverie, she realized that the time to act had come.
“Well Phoebe,” Paige said as they gathered their books, “I think we’d better skip the coffee thing today.”
“Huh?” Phoebe looked up despondently, her stomach dropping like a tiny skydiver.
“I think you’ve had more than enough already, twitchy. I’m eighty-sixin’ you for your own good.”
“Oh,” Phoebe sighed, her stomach leaping back up and into her throat, making her slightly queasy despite her relief.
“So how ‘bout we take a walk to Jamba Juice instead? It’s such a pretty day, and we can get you a nice relaxing mango smoothie. Sound good?”
“Yeah,” Phoebe smiled, “that sounds great. And it is a nice day,” she remarked as they stepped out onto the grass. “I know I’m enjoying the view.” Phoebe’s stomach pulled another kamikaze as Paige looked at her in mild surprise. *Oh my God I did not just say that!* But Paige either didn’t think anything of it, or chose to ignore it, as they strolled leisurely across the campus. Pale spring sunlight warmed Phoebe’s back and shoulders as she walked, trying not to stare at Paige too obviously. But, Goddess, she was so beautiful. Phoebe couldn’t help ogling her a little, with her porcelain skin, long legs, and cherry lips. And her hair, like polished mahogany that tumbled down her back, catching the light and seeming to soak it in. Swallowing her nervousness one final time, Phoebe cleared her throat.
“So, Paige…I was wondering…” Phoebe faltered, and Paige cocked her head in a “go on” sort of way. “Would you…maybe…wanna do something some time? With me?” Paige stopped walking and Phoebe cringed. *Oh God, I am the queen of lameness. Real smooth, Pheebs, oh fuck…*
But Paige was still studying her with an inscrutable expression. “Phoebe Halliwell, are you asking me out on a date?”
“I…um…I…” Lost in her own world of panic, Phoebe looked anywhere but at Paige, until she felt a soft caress of fingers against her cheek. Looking up, brown eyes locked together for a long moment. Then Paige leaned down and kissed Phoebe with incredible gentleness, her lips whisper soft, her sweet breath invading Phoebe’s mouth.
“Ohhh…” Phoebe sighed, having been rendered incapable of speech.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Paige grinned. Phoebe grinned back stupidly, as all her pent up nerves left her body in a rush, leaving her weak-kneed and slightly dazed. Paige continued to study her, then raised one eyebrow mischievously.
“That’s the first time you’ve ever asked a girl out, isn’t it?” She asked.
“Well…yeah,” Phoebe admitted bashfully, then returned the sly smile. “Technically, it’s the first time I’ve ever asked anyone out at all. I don’t usually have to do the asking.”
“Ooooh, my, but we’re cocky, aren’t we?” Paige teased, still grinning widely. “So what do you want to do on our first date, oh Princess Phoebe?”
Phoebe swatted Paige playfully on the arm. “What, I gotta think of everything? Why don’t you be the boy for a while?”
“Hmmm, okay.” And without preamble, Paige grabbed Phoebe by the shoulders and kissed her soundly, right there in the middle of the quad. Phoebe got over her shock quickly, and returned the kiss. Her hand grazed down Paige’s back, making lazy circles on the soft skin between her top and the waistband of her jeans. Paige opened her mouth slightly, and Phoebe took the invitation. As their tongues touched, Paige whimpered softly into Phoebe’s mouth.
“Oh, yeah, get busy girls!” An enthusiastic male voice rang out across the quad and the two broke apart, grinning at each other in mild embarrassment. Phoebe’s hand remained on the small of Paige’s back.
“You were saying…?” Paige drawled.
“Hmmm, well I’ve had a few ideas since our last chat…”
“I’ll just bet you have.”
“And I know exactly how we’re going to spend our first date.”
“Care to let me in on it?”
“Nope.” Phoebe giggled at Paige’s childish pout, even as she admitted to herself that it was sexy as hell. “Don’t you try that pout with me, miss Paige. I’m a youngest sister, I practically invented that pout.”
“You’re really not going to tell me?” Paige asked in a sweet, pitiful voice.
“I just want to surprise you,” Phoebe said softly, and immediately Paige’s pout dissolved.
“Okay,” she whispered back, her voice soft and breathy.
“Just bring a jacket, and wear comfortable shoes, K?” Paige simply nodded, grinning stupidly as Phoebe had been moments before. “I’ll pick you up at 7.” Glancing down at her watch, Phoebe got another jolt when she realized they were both already five minutes late for their next class.
“Dammit!” She squeaked. “Paige, we’re late. You better run or you’re never gonna make it to the photo lab before they start developing and you’re locked out.”
“Aww baby, you’ve got my schedule memorized?” Though there was a playful glint in her dark eyes, Phoebe could tell that Paige was genuinely touched.
“Yep. I’m your very own certifiable stalker.”
“As long as you’re mine,” Paige murmured, giving her one last luscious kiss on the lips before she turned to go. Stepping in opposite directions, their hands stayed entwined until their arms were stretched to their limits, and then their fingers gently fell from each other’s grasp. To Phoebe, San Francisco had never been more beautiful. She walked in a daze to the Science quad, grinning so much her face hurt. But she didn’t care. She knew exactly what she was going to do for her first date with Paige (and she spent a few moments glowing over Paige’s use of the term “first date”-implying that there would, by definition, be more). And it was going to be perfect. The only snag was, she didn’t have a car- and that meant she was going to have to ask one of her sisters to borrow theirs. And this time, she knew she would never be able to withstand the sisterly interrogation as to where she was going and why she needed it. She swallowed hard, as her euphoria twisted into a sharp bundle of nerves. But she could do this, she told herself. Paige was worth it.
Charmed and Dangerous-part 3
Spoilers for “Charmed Centennial” with regard to Paige and her very special sneezes. Other than that, there’s very little overlap with cannon. This section is definitely rated NC-17 J
Piper sighed as she walked into the manor; it had been a very long day at the club going through all the books as tax season loomed ahead. She was enormously glad that Leo would be home soon, too, and that they had nothing more pressing to do that evening than relax together with a nice dinner and maybe a bubble bath. Before she had even taken off her coat, a nervously grinning Phoebe was upon her. With her hair in braids, and wearing her favorite old “UC Santa Cruz Banana Slugs” sweatshirt, Piper couldn’t help thinking how adorable her little sister was, still her baby, just like always.
“Hi Piper,” Phoebe said in a slightly squeaky voice.
“Hi Pheebs,” Piper said. When Phoebe said nothing, but continued to stare at her with a blank, deer-in-the-headlights expression, she added, “Was there something you wanted, honey?”
“Um, actually, yes.” Phoebe grinned, the color rising in her cheeks. This did not go unnoticed by Piper. “I was just wondering if I could maybe borrow your car tonight. That is, if you and Leo aren’t going anywhere.”
“Sure Pheebs, no problem.”
“Good, um, thanks.” Piper smiled at her baby sister inscrutably. Phoebe looked back at her apprehensively.
“What?”
“Oh, Phoebe. Would you knock it off already? It is completely obvious to me, as someone who has known you your entire life, that you have met someone. Probably someone you want to go out with tonight in my car. Which, again, totally fine. What I don’t understand is why you’re being so damn elusive about it! Do you not think Prue and I want you to go out on dates and have a good time?” Piper was at a loss, and her irritation was beginning to show.
“Oh Piper…of course I know you want me to be happy. I’m sorry I’m acting like such a spazz…I’m just scared that you might not…approve…of my choice.”
“Well honey, lord knows that we Halliwells have always had questionable taste in men…but honestly, you have to know that I would never judge you, Pheebs. Please believe that.” And Phoebe did-how could she not, when she was looking into the earnest hazel eyes of her lifetime confidante?
“I believe you, Piper,” Phoebe said. Then she drew a deep breath. “But actually…it’s not my taste in MEN that’s at issue this time.” Piper’s face was a mask of confusion for a moment.
“You mean…? OH!” Her eyes widened, and Phoebe nodded. “Oh Phoebe, did you really think I’d care if you wanted to date girls?” Piper giggled.
Phoebe was flabbergasted. “I dunno…I just thought…I mean I didn’t think…aren’t you just a little shocked?” She almost sounded hurt that she hadn’t managed to scandalize her big sister.
“You’re losing your edge, little sis. Not only am I not freaked out by this, but I’ll let you in on a little secret.” Phoebe raised her eyebrow, asking Piper to go on.
“I’m not exactly ‘Miss Straight America’ myself.” Piper was still grinning impishly.
“What?” Phoebe shrieked. “Piper, you’re married!”
“Well I didn’t say I was joining any orgies, did I? But back in high school, there was this girl…do you remember Jenny?”
“Your friend from the tennis team?”
Piper raised her eyebrow significantly.
“Oh my god, Piper! She was your girlfriend? And you never told me?” Phoebe looked extremely hurt.
“Honey, you were only eleven…and I would hardly call her my girlfriend. We were just fuck buddies, really. What was I supposed to say to you?”
“Aaaagh!” Phoebe shrieked, covering her ears with both hands. “Piper, you and the F word do not go together. Are you trying to scar me for life?” Phoebe’s bewilderment was almost comical, and they once it passed, the two sisters stood grinning at each other.
“So what’s her name?” Piper asked.
“Paige,” Phoebe said almost shyly.
“Huh, another P. Well she’ll fit right in around here, I suppose.” This got another shy grin from Phoebe. Piper closed the short distance between her younger sister and herself, and took her chin in her hand, tilting her face up to study her. “And she makes you happy?” she questioned gently.
Phoebe swallowed. “Piper, I think I…I think I’m a little bit in love with her.” Piper hugged her little sister tight, and Phoebe melted into the reassuring arms of the one person whose approval mattered most. Of course, Phoebe loved both her sisters and cared what both of them thought of her; but it had always been to Piper she had run when Prue didn’t understand her, to Piper she had always told everything, and known she would always be accepted. Piper never ceased to amaze her.
“Then I couldn’t be happier for you, Phoebe.”
“Thanks, Piper.” Phoebe swallowed hard against the tears that were suddenly forming. “I love you.”
“Love you too, squirt. Now you better go get ready, cause I don’t think this outfit is what you’ll be wearing for Paige now is it?” Phoebe grinned and bounded up the stairs, humming dreamily to herself. Piper sighed. Phoebe was definitely growing up…but she would always be her baby.
Two hours later, Phoebe was dressed and had a large picnic basket packed into her sister’s car, along with two large fluffy blankets. The nerves that had left her so suddenly with Paige’s kiss had redoubled, leaving her feeling very distracted indeed as she pulled up to Paige’s dorm and rang the buzzer. When the door opened and Paige stood in front of her, however, she forgot all about her nervousness-she forgot about everything. Paige was so lovely, standing there in a simple pair of soft camel-colored cords and a light blue cardigan, a thin choker of rose quartz at her throat. Her makeup was light, accentuating her dark eyes, and like Phoebe she needed only a hint of cherry lip gloss on her luscious mouth.
“Hi,” Paige said softly.
“Yeah,” Phoebe agreed dazedly. Paige smirked at the openly smitten expression on Phoebe’s face, which in turn helped Phoebe to break out of the momentary trance she had gone into. “Ready to go?” She asked, and Paige nodded. As she stepped over the threshold, she brought one hand out from behind her back. It held a single, ivory colored rose.
“For me?” Phoebe asked shyly, not understanding why the simple act was affecting her so. She had received plenty of flowers from boys before, large, expensive bouquets even. But somehow, coming from Paige it felt different.
“Mmm-hmm.” Paige nodded, leaning in and giving Phoebe another whisper-soft kiss on the lips.
“What for?” Phoebe asked, still in a daze, as Paige pulled back from the kiss.
“Cause I like you,” Paige murmured, her arms still wrapped around Phoebe’s neck, their faces very close. “Cause you were brave enough to ask me out before I got up the guts to ask you…because you are so…” Paige kissed her. “Incredibly…” another kiss. “Beautiful.” By now Phoebe felt sure that she could light up the entire city with the heat coming off her face, but she didn’t care.
“You sure know what to say to a girl,” Phoebe sighed. Taking Paige’s hand in hers, she said, “Shall we?”
“Indeed we shall,” Paige agreed, and together they walked to the car.
Twenty minutes later, they were leaving the city on highway 1, heading south. “You gonna tell me where we’re going now?” Paige asked curiously. Her hand was playing in Phoebe’s hair, which hung in soft curls around her shoulders.
“I’m sure you’ll figure it out on your own, miss smartypants.”
“Smartypants?” Paige said indignantly. “Who was the one who got asked to lead a discussion section last week after her A-plus paper on mythological demons and the archetypal psyche?” Phoebe grinned, taking her eyes off the road for a moment to look back at Paige, who was smiling at her in a way that could only be described as proud.
“I guess there’s room in this car for more than one smartypants.”
“Guess so,” Paige agreed. Then she looked out at the open road ahead, as the urban sea of housing developments gave way to endless rolling hills on the left, and the beautiful, jagged cliffs of the pacific ocean on the right. The sun was getting low, and the sparkle off the water made the ocean look like a living thing itself, winking and shimmering at them. It made Paige smile.
“This is so beautiful,” she sighed.
“Almost as beautiful as you,” Phoebe said shyly.
“Oh, honey, you are so corny…and so sweet.” She leaned over and gave Phoebe a quick kiss on the cheek.
After another twenty minutes had gone by, Phoebe finally pulled off the small two-lane highway into a dirt parking lot. The only thing Paige could see anywhere nearby was a taco stand, which she stared at quizzically.
“Pheebs…you didn’t drive me all the way down to Bonny Doon to go to a taqueria, did you? Cause we’ve got plenty of those in San Francisco.”
“No silly.” Phoebe grinned, and hopped out of the car mysteriously. As Paige got out and came around to the other side of the car, Phoebe handed her the two blankets from the back, which Paige had not even noticed. “You get these, and I’ll carry the picnic basket, okay?” Dazed and confused, Paige nodded. With an air of calm assurance, Phoebe crossed the road toward the ocean, Paige following wordlessly. It was clear that Phoebe was following a path she knew well, as they climbed down a narrow dirt path that took them down the embankment, over the railroad tracks, and up another embankment. Of course, by now, Paige knew there was only one possible destination: the ocean. They walked silently for a few minutes, neither feeling the need to speak. Finally, as if by magic, they topped the rocks they’d been hopping over and saw one of the most beautiful sights they had even seen. A secluded beach, quite deserted, sprawled out before them, the cliffs stretching out on either side blocking out the view of the rest of the world. No one driving on the highway would be able to see this beach, and Paige realized right away that this was a special place for Phoebe. Looking out at a glorious California sunset, the sun blood red and sinking halfway into the ocean, Paige’s heart nearly stopped.
“Oh, Phoebe,” she whispered. “It’s…” She dropped the blankets in the sand, and wrapped both arms around Phoebe, spooning her from behind so they could watch it together. “It’s beautiful.” Phoebe didn’t say anything, but reached behind her to tangle her fingers in Paige’s hair, softly caressing the silky strands. They stood like that for a few minutes. Then Phoebe could feel Paige’s tummy rumbling against her back.
“Hungry, baby?” She grinned, dropping her head back against Paige’s shoulder to look at her.
“Actually, yeah,” Paige admitted. “Whatcha got in that basket, anyway?” Phoebe grinned and wiggled her eyebrows. Laughing, they picked up their supplies and walked down onto the beach itself, Paige spreading one of the blankets and Phoebe unpacking the basket. Soon there were grapes and brie, a sourdough baguette, some baby carrots and hummus, and a bottle of sparkling apple cider all laid out in front of them, complete with a large bar of Ghiradelli chocolate for dessert.
“You really are a native San Franciscan, aren’t you?” Paige asked, eyeing Phoebe’s selections, particularly the chocolate.
“Born and raised,” Phoebe agreed. “You grew up in Ortega, right?”
“Yeah, the glamorous life. When we all snuck out to be wild, rebellious teenagers, all we could really do was get drunk and fuck on the golf course.”
“Paige!” Phoebe squealed.
“Oh, I’m sorry, did I embarrass you, Princess?” Paige grinned impishly. “You can’t fool me, Phoebe Halliwell. I’ve got your number. I know you were a troublemaker in high school. And as for the sex part, I’m sure they were lined up around the block for you.” Phoebe rubbed the blush from her face as they helped themselves to their picnic dinner.
“Uhhh…can I plead the fifth on this one?” Paige cocked her eyebrow at the evasive Phoebe. “Oh, all right, all right. Of course I was a trouble maker. I had to keep Grams busy so she wouldn’t have time to miss Prue and Piper when they were off at college, didn’t I? And as far as the other part, I had plenty of offers. But I only dated three guys. And I had strong feelings for each of them.” *At least,* she thought to herself, *I used to think that those were strong feelings…* Looking at Paige now, she knew she had only begun to understand the words, “strong feelings.”
“And you’re not weirded out about the whole, girl-girl thing?” Paige asked seriously. She was absolutely crazy about Phoebe, but she wasn’t stupid, and dating straight girls never brought anything but trouble. Looking up at her, Phoebe knew that this was a serious question for Paige, and gave the beautiful girl sitting next to her her full attention.
“It did at first, I guess. But that was a while ago…” they grinned at each other over this admission. “Honestly, Paige, when I look at you, I’m not thinking of you as a woman, or comparing you to a man. I just…I just see you. And I’m completely and totally crazy about you, if you hadn’t noticed.” Paige gave Phoebe another one of her warm, glowing smiles, and leaned in to kiss her. It started out very gentle, lips and tongues gently exploring the precious new terrain. Then Phoebe began to nibble on Paige’s bottom lip, eliciting a soft, sensual moan. The sound of Paige moaning for her, from her attentions, was like a bolt of desire straight to Phoebe’s core. They began to kiss more passionately, the food forgotten, as Paige sucked Phoebe’s tongue into her mouth and Phoebe’s hands went under Paige’s top, teasingly running her fingers over the soft skin of her stomach. The heat that exploded between them was primal, and soon Paige’s hands were under Phoebe’s shirt, caressing her back as Phoebe moved her hands up to cup Paige’s firm breasts through her bra.
“Phoebe, oh, baby…that feels so good,” Paige moaned, giving Phoebe the confidence to reach down and pull Paige’s cardigan right over her head. The sight of Paige in her lacy black bra, eyes glazed in the shimmering moonlight, nearly took Phoebe’s breath away.
“Oh, Paige,” she sighed, “you are so beautiful, it hurts.” Smiling gently, Paige reached around and unclasped her bra, which fell to the blanket, forgotten in an instant. Without knowing why, Phoebe found her eyes filling with tears. Their eyes locked together, Paige took both of Phoebe’s hands in hers, and gently guided them over her breasts. They gasped together at the electric contact, as Paige’s pert nipples hardened under Phoebe’s warm hands. Almost as one, they leaned into each other in another smoldering kiss that left them both breathless. Soon Phoebe’s shirt was discarded, too, as the heady sensation of flesh on flesh, bare stomach to bare stomach, crashed over them like a tidal wave. An ocean breeze blew over the fine sheen of sweat now covering their bodies, and somehow Phoebe had the presence of mind to notice that Paige was shivering.
“Here,” she whispered, reaching for the second blanket and covering them both with it.
“Thanks,” Paige whispered back, snuggling down against her lover in their makeshift bed on the soft sand. They continued kissing passionately, hands everywhere they could reach, until Phoebe couldn’t stand it anymore. Reaching down, she found the clasp on Paige’s corduroys and undid it easily, sliding the zipper down as Paige wriggled to help free herself from the encumbering garment. Soon only her panties remained between Phoebe and her goal. Moving her mouth down to Paige’s neck, Phoebe began lightly teasing Paige through her soaked panties, tracing patterns with the tips of her fingers and rubbing her mound with the heel of her palm. Paige let out a high pitched cry of pleasure, which only excited Phoebe further.
“Mmm, baby, you’re so wet,” Phoebe sighed. She may not have dated girls before, but being one herself, she was no stranger to what felt good between a girl’s legs.
“For you, Phoebe baby…all for you.” Grabbing Phoebe’s face with both hands, Paige kissed her hard, pressing herself fully against the length of Phoebe’s body. They both whimpered. Phoebe continued her light teasing of Paige’s core until Paige growled, which both surprised and delighted the youngest Halliwell.
“Phoebe, please,” Paige groaned, the urgency of her need written all over her face.
“Please what?’ Phoebe asked impishly, loving the spell she was weaving over her beautiful lover, for once without any assistance whatsoever from witchcraft.
“Please make me come,” Paige begged. The whimpered request almost made Phoebe come herself, and she was still wearing her jeans. Kissing Paige again, she drew her hand up and slipped in inside Paige’s thin, now utterly drenched panties, and explored the slick folds of her cunt, finding her clit and playing with it. Phoebe swallowed Paige’s scream as her hips bucked, moaning and writhing helplessly. Their bodies went wild together, moving against each other with reckless abandon. Touching Paige was bringing Phoebe to the brink of ecstasy. She had never felt this good, ever, in her entire life.
“Oh, Phoebe…Phoebe,” Paige cried, seemingly incapable of uttering a single word besides her lover’s name. Then her back arched violently, her entire body stilling for a split second. Knowing that Paige was about to come, Phoebe thrust two fingers deep inside of her, curling then toward herself to find Paige’s most special spot. Paige screamed, as her orgasm slammed into her with the force of a Mac truck. Her entire body convulsed, squeezing and releasing Phoebe’s fingers like an erratic heartbeat. The sensation, combined with Paige’s thigh slamming into her own overheated center, was enough to send Phoebe over the brink too. She had never come so hard in her life-it felt as if her internal organs were contracting and releasing along with her throbbing clit. She heard an earth-shattering scream and dimly recognized it as her own. Breathing hard, clinging together, they collapsed onto the blanket in a sweaty heap, completely sated. For the moment.
Uncountable minutes later, as they lay entwined exchanging gentle touches, Phoebe dimly realized that Paige was shivering again. In their hedonistic frenzy they had kicked off the blanket that was covering them. Lazily, Phoebe sat up and pulled it back over them, making a warm and cozy nest.
“Hmmm,” Paige sighed, “you are so incredible, baby.” She leaned forward and gave Phoebe a soft, loving kiss.
“You were pretty incredible yourself,” Phoebe murmured back, tracing delicate patterns over Paige’s face in the moonlight.
“I hardly even got to do anything, though,” Paige pointed out with a sigh.
“You made me come harder than I ever have before.” At this, Paige propped her head up in one hand.
“Really?” she asked, a note of cockiness in her voice.
“Oh Goddess, yes.” Phoebe sighed again. She couldn’t seem to stop.
“Goddess, huh?” Paige inquired, and Phoebe winced internally at the small slip. She was still a witch after all, and that wasn’t something she was ready to drop on Paige, not so soon.
“You are my goddess,” she whispered, and it was perfectly true. They kissed again, not ready to escalate things again quite yet. They were both enjoying the afterglow too much to rush it, exchanging tender touches and looking up at the stars.
“I could stay here all night,” Paige murmured absently.
“Hmmm, that would be nice,” Phoebe agreed. “Unfortunately, the tide is going to come in eventually…I think we’d better get out of here before that.”
“But I’m not done with you yet,” Paige pouted, sticking out her bottom lip. Phoebe leaned forward and nipped it between her teeth, sucking the delicious pout into her mouth.
“Come home with me,” she breathed.
“Yes.”
Many hours later, Phoebe awoke warm, sated, and held in her bed. Shafts of morning sunlight were peeking through her curtains, but she wasn’t ready to move just yet. The feel of Paige pressed up against her back, her arm wrapped snugly around Phoebe’s stomach, was too good. Eyes closed, Phoebe simply basked in the sensation, coupled with Paige’s steady, even breathing against the back of her neck. How had she ever gotten through life without this woman? Without the feelings they got from each other? It seemed somehow impossible that before yesterday, she’d had no idea how good it was possible to feel. She was basking like a cat in a ray of sunshine when Paige’s breath hitched behind her.
“Achoo!” Paige sneezed hard, her body jerking against Phoebe’s back. It gave Phoebe the oddest sensation of warmth, and a faint, feathery tickle all along her back, and she giggled and squirmed.
“Bless you,” she murmured as she rolled over, smoothing Paige’s hair back to kiss her forehead. She frowned slightly. “Are you catching a cold, baby? You feel a little warm.” She pressed her lips back against Paige’s forehead, remembering how Paige had shivered in the chilly ocean air the night before.
Paige pulled herself stiffly out of Phoebe’s arms, a tense expression on her face. “Uh, yeah, I think I am…I better go.” She practically jumped out of bed, reaching for her clothes as Phoebe grabbed her arm.
“Whoa there nelly! What’s with the duck-and-cover?” Paige swallowed hard, trying desperately to ignore the confused look on Phoebe’s face.
“I, I just don’t want to give you my germs, that’s all.”
Phoebe laughed. “Paige, honey, we just spent the whole night sharing our germs. If I was gonna catch your cold, I would have already. You don’t have to worry about me.” She smiled warmly at her lover, touched but confused.
“Still,” Paige stammered, “Better safe than sorry, right? And I’ve got this major photo project due on Monday, I should really get back…”
“Paige!” Phoebe exclaimed indignantly. “It’s not even eight am! What is wrong?” As they looked at each other, Paige could tell that Phoebe was getting the wrong idea, that she thought she was running out on her. It broke Paige’s heart, but she knew she didn’t have a choice.
“Is it…” Phoebe began hesitantly. “Is it me?”
“Oh Phoebe…” Paige’s eyes brimmed with tears before she blinked them away. “It’s not you baby, please believe me, it’s not you. I just have to…” Paige’s voice trailed off as her breath caught again. She backed away from Phoebe, rubbing her nose furiously, obviously trying not to sneeze. Phoebe, for her part, was utterly bewildered by Paige’s strange behavior.
“Ah…ahh…ACHOO!” Paige sneezed again, harder than before.
“Bless-“ Phoebe started to say, but before she could finish, something happened that Phoebe was totally unprepared for. Paige dissolved into a haze of tiny, bluish white lights, and orbed out. “You…” she finished to the empty room. She hadn’t even had time to be properly shocked yet when Paige orbed back in, hands hovering over her mouth, eyes squeezed firmly shut. Phoebe was utterly speechless. After a moment that seemed like an hour to both of them, Paige reluctantly opened her eyes.
“Uh…” she stammered. “Any chance that you didn’t see that?”
“Oh, I saw it,” Phoebe confirmed. “I’ve just never seen a white lighter sneeze before.” Paige’s jaw dropped.
“What??”
TBC….
Charmed and Dangerous
Summary: In this story Prue never died, and Paige is not a long-lost sister-just a cute girl that Phoebe meets at college. This is a slash story, which means girl-on-girl action. If that’s not your thing, then feel free not to read it. Part 1 will be PG, but that won’t last long if Phoebe and Paige have anything to say about it…parts 2 and on will be R.
Phoebe came downstairs humming to herself, her long, sleek brown hair tied back in a neat ponytail and her face clean and fresh but for a hint of tinted lip gloss. Backpack slung over one shoulder, she entered the kitchen where Piper was putting fresh cinnamon rolls on the table and Prue was reading the paper and stirring her coffee absently.
“Ohhhh, Piper, you are the best big sister a girl ever had,” Phoebe moaned happily as she reached for one of the sticky treats.
“I’m sitting right here, Pheebs,” Prue said dryly, still not looking up from her paper.
“Yes, and when you learn to bake cinnamon buns from scratch, I’ll be here to worship you just as much,” Phoebe said sweetly, leaning down to give her oldest sister a gooey kiss on the cheek.
“Phoebe!” Prue squealed as she jumped involuntarily at the odd tactile sensation. “That was gross! What on earth has gotten into you this morning?” Prue was glaring at her little sister, who continued to grin unrepentantly as Prue took a napkin and wiped her cheek. Piper, who had remained silent throughout the sisterly exchange, was now studying Phoebe with a knowing look.
“Ooooh, I know exactly what’s gotten into her,” Piper said gleefully. “You met someone, didn’t you? I know this Phoebe, this is happy I-have-a-new-boy Phoebe. I knew you would forget about dumb ol’ demony Cole and find a honey who deserved you!”
“I haven’t met a boy, Piper,” Phoebe said with a roll of her eyes.
“No no no, miss Phoebe Penelope Halliwell, you cannot lie to your sister and get away with it. I’ve known you way too long, and I have the sister radar. So spill.”
“Piper, I swear.” Phoebe abandoned her breakfast, looking desperately from one sister to the other as their eyes narrowed, just as they did when Phoebe tried to keep anything secret from them as a child. “Do not give me the big sister eyes! On Mom’s grave, I swear to you there is no new guy in my life!”
“Whoa.” Prue sat back slightly in her chair as if she’d been slapped. “Okay, Pheebs. No need to get so defensive, all right? Piper didn’t mean to attack you. We’re just interested in your life, that’s all. You are our one and only baby sister, and we love you. Remember?” Prue cocked her head slightly as she said this, studying the now agitated face of the youngest Halliwell.
“I remember,” Phoebe sighed. “I’m sorry guys. I didn’t mean to jump down your throat, Piper.”
“It’s okay, sweetie,” Piper said genuinely. “I shouldn’t have been so presumptuous.” Phoebe smiled weakly, as a wave of guilt washed over her. But she hadn’t lied. Technically. And really there was nothing to tell…not yet. Her grin blossoming into a genuine, hundred-watt Halliwell smile, she glanced at the clock.
“Oh! I’m late for class.” Hitching her backpack up on her shoulder, Phoebe hurriedly kissed both sisters on the cheek before bolting out the door. “Have a good day everybody!” She called over her shoulder as she scurried out. Prue and Piper looked at each other significantly as the front door slammed, both with one eyebrow raised in the trademark what-is-our-little-sister-up-to look.
“She forgot her cinnamon roll,” Prue said unnecessarily.
“Mmmm,” Piper agreed. “And I just can’t help but wonder what…or WHO…is waiting for her at school that could be sweeter?”
Meanwhile, Phoebe was gazing out the window the of the MUNI with a faraway look in her big brown eyes. The familiar sights of the city passed her by unnoticed as the bus took her closer to her destination, the campus of SFU and in particular another pair of big brown eyes that she couldn’t get out of her mind. Butterflies fluttered gently around her stomach as she remembered the smile that went with those eyes, so very playful and mischievous. As she played over in her mind the moment when that smile had first been directed at her, the butterflies kicked into overdrive. As the inner sunset rolled by outside and Phoebe’s stop approached, the pleasant hum in her tummy began to twist into a painful knot. She wasn’t used to feeling so uncertain about her attractions; the boys had found her much too early for that. She swallowed the insecurity rising up in her throat as she tried to assure herself again that the object of her affection had more than friendly feelings for her, too; that it wasn’t all her in her head.
*Today,* she firmly told herself, *I am going to ask Paige Matthews out.*
Charmed and Dangerous-Part 2
Summary: In this story Prue never died, and Paige is not a long-lost sister-just a cute girl that Phoebe meets at college.
Rating: R
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Sitting in her Intro to Psychology class, Phoebe couldn’t help glancing again at the clock, pursing her lips in dismay to see that only three minutes had passed since the last time she looked. She suppressed a growl of irritation; Paige was sitting right next to her, as usual, and Phoebe didn’t want her to think that anything was wrong.
“You okay, Pheebs?” Paige whispered in an undertone. “You seem kinda jumpy.”
Phoebe groaned, wondering for the second time today just how transparent she was. “Just had a little too much coffee this morning,” she whispered back, not wanting to be reprimanded for talking in class. She flashed Paige what she hoped was a reassuring smile, and Paige smiled back. The warmth in her dark eyes and the dimple in her cheek were enough to send a bolt of electricity straight through Phoebe’s stomach, settling insistently between her legs. The glance between them lasted perhaps longer than it needed to; Phoebe couldn’t help it, she always got a little bit lost whenever she had Paige’s attention directed at her. It had started out so innocently, a friendship born of like minds and academic striving. On the very first day, in that huge lecture hall filled with overeager freshmen, it had been Paige who first opened her mouth and challenged the professor. She didn’t even raise her hand, she just interrupted him and told him she disagreed with him. It had sparked a good-natured debate that most of the class had eventually joined, and as the lecture came to a close, the teacher had said that he was glad to see that this year’s students weren’t note-taking zombies. Phoebe had liked Paige right away for her boldness, her zest and independence. Had liked her so much that she had gone right up to her as they filed out of the hall and told her so. They’d walked out into the bright San Francisco sun together, discovering that they both had a half hour break before their next class, and decided to go for coffee in the student lounge to pass the time. From then on, it had become a regular occurrence. They talked about anything and everything, from Phoebe’s family to Paige’s wild past and how she had turned her life around when her mother died. They talked about school, they challenged each other’s ideas, they giggled over stories of how Phoebe had terrorized her sisters as a child. And then, inexplicably, Phoebe had realized that she wanted more. It had freaked her out at first, having never felt an attraction to a girl before; but every time Paige laid a friendly hand on her bare arm or their knees touched turning lecture, Phoebe felt her body crying for more. And as much as she’d wanted to dismiss it as a crush, she knew better. Her feelings weren’t simple lust. She thought about Paige constantly, daydreamed about the smell of her hair; she even found herself waxing poetic about the girl’s beautiful handwriting. There was no doubt about it, Phoebe wanted Paige bad. And sometimes-when she said something silly to make Paige laugh, or when they were saying goodbye-she thought she saw something more in Paige’s eyes, too.
But there was only one way to be sure, and as the bell rang and snapped Phoebe out of her reverie, she realized that the time to act had come.
“Well Phoebe,” Paige said as they gathered their books, “I think we’d better skip the coffee thing today.”
“Huh?” Phoebe looked up despondently, her stomach dropping like a tiny skydiver.
“I think you’ve had more than enough already, twitchy. I’m eighty-sixin’ you for your own good.”
“Oh,” Phoebe sighed, her stomach leaping back up and into her throat, making her slightly queasy despite her relief.
“So how ‘bout we take a walk to Jamba Juice instead? It’s such a pretty day, and we can get you a nice relaxing mango smoothie. Sound good?”
“Yeah,” Phoebe smiled, “that sounds great. And it is a nice day,” she remarked as they stepped out onto the grass. “I know I’m enjoying the view.” Phoebe’s stomach pulled another kamikaze as Paige looked at her in mild surprise. *Oh my God I did not just say that!* But Paige either didn’t think anything of it, or chose to ignore it, as they strolled leisurely across the campus. Pale spring sunlight warmed Phoebe’s back and shoulders as she walked, trying not to stare at Paige too obviously. But, Goddess, she was so beautiful. Phoebe couldn’t help ogling her a little, with her porcelain skin, long legs, and cherry lips. And her hair, like polished mahogany that tumbled down her back, catching the light and seeming to soak it in. Swallowing her nervousness one final time, Phoebe cleared her throat.
“So, Paige…I was wondering…” Phoebe faltered, and Paige cocked her head in a “go on” sort of way. “Would you…maybe…wanna do something some time? With me?” Paige stopped walking and Phoebe cringed. *Oh God, I am the queen of lameness. Real smooth, Pheebs, oh fuck…*
But Paige was still studying her with an inscrutable expression. “Phoebe Halliwell, are you asking me out on a date?”
“I…um…I…” Lost in her own world of panic, Phoebe looked anywhere but at Paige, until she felt a soft caress of fingers against her cheek. Looking up, brown eyes locked together for a long moment. Then Paige leaned down and kissed Phoebe with incredible gentleness, her lips whisper soft, her sweet breath invading Phoebe’s mouth.
“Ohhh…” Phoebe sighed, having been rendered incapable of speech.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Paige grinned. Phoebe grinned back stupidly, as all her pent up nerves left her body in a rush, leaving her weak-kneed and slightly dazed. Paige continued to study her, then raised one eyebrow mischievously.
“That’s the first time you’ve ever asked a girl out, isn’t it?” She asked.
“Well…yeah,” Phoebe admitted bashfully, then returned the sly smile. “Technically, it’s the first time I’ve ever asked anyone out at all. I don’t usually have to do the asking.”
“Ooooh, my, but we’re cocky, aren’t we?” Paige teased, still grinning widely. “So what do you want to do on our first date, oh Princess Phoebe?”
Phoebe swatted Paige playfully on the arm. “What, I gotta think of everything? Why don’t you be the boy for a while?”
“Hmmm, okay.” And without preamble, Paige grabbed Phoebe by the shoulders and kissed her soundly, right there in the middle of the quad. Phoebe got over her shock quickly, and returned the kiss. Her hand grazed down Paige’s back, making lazy circles on the soft skin between her top and the waistband of her jeans. Paige opened her mouth slightly, and Phoebe took the invitation. As their tongues touched, Paige whimpered softly into Phoebe’s mouth.
“Oh, yeah, get busy girls!” An enthusiastic male voice rang out across the quad and the two broke apart, grinning at each other in mild embarrassment. Phoebe’s hand remained on the small of Paige’s back.
“You were saying…?” Paige drawled.
“Hmmm, well I’ve had a few ideas since our last chat…”
“I’ll just bet you have.”
“And I know exactly how we’re going to spend our first date.”
“Care to let me in on it?”
“Nope.” Phoebe giggled at Paige’s childish pout, even as she admitted to herself that it was sexy as hell. “Don’t you try that pout with me, miss Paige. I’m a youngest sister, I practically invented that pout.”
“You’re really not going to tell me?” Paige asked in a sweet, pitiful voice.
“I just want to surprise you,” Phoebe said softly, and immediately Paige’s pout dissolved.
“Okay,” she whispered back, her voice soft and breathy.
“Just bring a jacket, and wear comfortable shoes, K?” Paige simply nodded, grinning stupidly as Phoebe had been moments before. “I’ll pick you up at 7.” Glancing down at her watch, Phoebe got another jolt when she realized they were both already five minutes late for their next class.
“Dammit!” She squeaked. “Paige, we’re late. You better run or you’re never gonna make it to the photo lab before they start developing and you’re locked out.”
“Aww baby, you’ve got my schedule memorized?” Though there was a playful glint in her dark eyes, Phoebe could tell that Paige was genuinely touched.
“Yep. I’m your very own certifiable stalker.”
“As long as you’re mine,” Paige murmured, giving her one last luscious kiss on the lips before she turned to go. Stepping in opposite directions, their hands stayed entwined until their arms were stretched to their limits, and then their fingers gently fell from each other’s grasp. To Phoebe, San Francisco had never been more beautiful. She walked in a daze to the Science quad, grinning so much her face hurt. But she didn’t care. She knew exactly what she was going to do for her first date with Paige (and she spent a few moments glowing over Paige’s use of the term “first date”-implying that there would, by definition, be more). And it was going to be perfect. The only snag was, she didn’t have a car- and that meant she was going to have to ask one of her sisters to borrow theirs. And this time, she knew she would never be able to withstand the sisterly interrogation as to where she was going and why she needed it. She swallowed hard, as her euphoria twisted into a sharp bundle of nerves. But she could do this, she told herself. Paige was worth it.
Charmed and Dangerous-part 3
Spoilers for “Charmed Centennial” with regard to Paige and her very special sneezes. Other than that, there’s very little overlap with cannon. This section is definitely rated NC-17 J
Piper sighed as she walked into the manor; it had been a very long day at the club going through all the books as tax season loomed ahead. She was enormously glad that Leo would be home soon, too, and that they had nothing more pressing to do that evening than relax together with a nice dinner and maybe a bubble bath. Before she had even taken off her coat, a nervously grinning Phoebe was upon her. With her hair in braids, and wearing her favorite old “UC Santa Cruz Banana Slugs” sweatshirt, Piper couldn’t help thinking how adorable her little sister was, still her baby, just like always.
“Hi Piper,” Phoebe said in a slightly squeaky voice.
“Hi Pheebs,” Piper said. When Phoebe said nothing, but continued to stare at her with a blank, deer-in-the-headlights expression, she added, “Was there something you wanted, honey?”
“Um, actually, yes.” Phoebe grinned, the color rising in her cheeks. This did not go unnoticed by Piper. “I was just wondering if I could maybe borrow your car tonight. That is, if you and Leo aren’t going anywhere.”
“Sure Pheebs, no problem.”
“Good, um, thanks.” Piper smiled at her baby sister inscrutably. Phoebe looked back at her apprehensively.
“What?”
“Oh, Phoebe. Would you knock it off already? It is completely obvious to me, as someone who has known you your entire life, that you have met someone. Probably someone you want to go out with tonight in my car. Which, again, totally fine. What I don’t understand is why you’re being so damn elusive about it! Do you not think Prue and I want you to go out on dates and have a good time?” Piper was at a loss, and her irritation was beginning to show.
“Oh Piper…of course I know you want me to be happy. I’m sorry I’m acting like such a spazz…I’m just scared that you might not…approve…of my choice.”
“Well honey, lord knows that we Halliwells have always had questionable taste in men…but honestly, you have to know that I would never judge you, Pheebs. Please believe that.” And Phoebe did-how could she not, when she was looking into the earnest hazel eyes of her lifetime confidante?
“I believe you, Piper,” Phoebe said. Then she drew a deep breath. “But actually…it’s not my taste in MEN that’s at issue this time.” Piper’s face was a mask of confusion for a moment.
“You mean…? OH!” Her eyes widened, and Phoebe nodded. “Oh Phoebe, did you really think I’d care if you wanted to date girls?” Piper giggled.
Phoebe was flabbergasted. “I dunno…I just thought…I mean I didn’t think…aren’t you just a little shocked?” She almost sounded hurt that she hadn’t managed to scandalize her big sister.
“You’re losing your edge, little sis. Not only am I not freaked out by this, but I’ll let you in on a little secret.” Phoebe raised her eyebrow, asking Piper to go on.
“I’m not exactly ‘Miss Straight America’ myself.” Piper was still grinning impishly.
“What?” Phoebe shrieked. “Piper, you’re married!”
“Well I didn’t say I was joining any orgies, did I? But back in high school, there was this girl…do you remember Jenny?”
“Your friend from the tennis team?”
Piper raised her eyebrow significantly.
“Oh my god, Piper! She was your girlfriend? And you never told me?” Phoebe looked extremely hurt.
“Honey, you were only eleven…and I would hardly call her my girlfriend. We were just fuck buddies, really. What was I supposed to say to you?”
“Aaaagh!” Phoebe shrieked, covering her ears with both hands. “Piper, you and the F word do not go together. Are you trying to scar me for life?” Phoebe’s bewilderment was almost comical, and they once it passed, the two sisters stood grinning at each other.
“So what’s her name?” Piper asked.
“Paige,” Phoebe said almost shyly.
“Huh, another P. Well she’ll fit right in around here, I suppose.” This got another shy grin from Phoebe. Piper closed the short distance between her younger sister and herself, and took her chin in her hand, tilting her face up to study her. “And she makes you happy?” she questioned gently.
Phoebe swallowed. “Piper, I think I…I think I’m a little bit in love with her.” Piper hugged her little sister tight, and Phoebe melted into the reassuring arms of the one person whose approval mattered most. Of course, Phoebe loved both her sisters and cared what both of them thought of her; but it had always been to Piper she had run when Prue didn’t understand her, to Piper she had always told everything, and known she would always be accepted. Piper never ceased to amaze her.
“Then I couldn’t be happier for you, Phoebe.”
“Thanks, Piper.” Phoebe swallowed hard against the tears that were suddenly forming. “I love you.”
“Love you too, squirt. Now you better go get ready, cause I don’t think this outfit is what you’ll be wearing for Paige now is it?” Phoebe grinned and bounded up the stairs, humming dreamily to herself. Piper sighed. Phoebe was definitely growing up…but she would always be her baby.
Two hours later, Phoebe was dressed and had a large picnic basket packed into her sister’s car, along with two large fluffy blankets. The nerves that had left her so suddenly with Paige’s kiss had redoubled, leaving her feeling very distracted indeed as she pulled up to Paige’s dorm and rang the buzzer. When the door opened and Paige stood in front of her, however, she forgot all about her nervousness-she forgot about everything. Paige was so lovely, standing there in a simple pair of soft camel-colored cords and a light blue cardigan, a thin choker of rose quartz at her throat. Her makeup was light, accentuating her dark eyes, and like Phoebe she needed only a hint of cherry lip gloss on her luscious mouth.
“Hi,” Paige said softly.
“Yeah,” Phoebe agreed dazedly. Paige smirked at the openly smitten expression on Phoebe’s face, which in turn helped Phoebe to break out of the momentary trance she had gone into. “Ready to go?” She asked, and Paige nodded. As she stepped over the threshold, she brought one hand out from behind her back. It held a single, ivory colored rose.
“For me?” Phoebe asked shyly, not understanding why the simple act was affecting her so. She had received plenty of flowers from boys before, large, expensive bouquets even. But somehow, coming from Paige it felt different.
“Mmm-hmm.” Paige nodded, leaning in and giving Phoebe another whisper-soft kiss on the lips.
“What for?” Phoebe asked, still in a daze, as Paige pulled back from the kiss.
“Cause I like you,” Paige murmured, her arms still wrapped around Phoebe’s neck, their faces very close. “Cause you were brave enough to ask me out before I got up the guts to ask you…because you are so…” Paige kissed her. “Incredibly…” another kiss. “Beautiful.” By now Phoebe felt sure that she could light up the entire city with the heat coming off her face, but she didn’t care.
“You sure know what to say to a girl,” Phoebe sighed. Taking Paige’s hand in hers, she said, “Shall we?”
“Indeed we shall,” Paige agreed, and together they walked to the car.
Twenty minutes later, they were leaving the city on highway 1, heading south. “You gonna tell me where we’re going now?” Paige asked curiously. Her hand was playing in Phoebe’s hair, which hung in soft curls around her shoulders.
“I’m sure you’ll figure it out on your own, miss smartypants.”
“Smartypants?” Paige said indignantly. “Who was the one who got asked to lead a discussion section last week after her A-plus paper on mythological demons and the archetypal psyche?” Phoebe grinned, taking her eyes off the road for a moment to look back at Paige, who was smiling at her in a way that could only be described as proud.
“I guess there’s room in this car for more than one smartypants.”
“Guess so,” Paige agreed. Then she looked out at the open road ahead, as the urban sea of housing developments gave way to endless rolling hills on the left, and the beautiful, jagged cliffs of the pacific ocean on the right. The sun was getting low, and the sparkle off the water made the ocean look like a living thing itself, winking and shimmering at them. It made Paige smile.
“This is so beautiful,” she sighed.
“Almost as beautiful as you,” Phoebe said shyly.
“Oh, honey, you are so corny…and so sweet.” She leaned over and gave Phoebe a quick kiss on the cheek.
After another twenty minutes had gone by, Phoebe finally pulled off the small two-lane highway into a dirt parking lot. The only thing Paige could see anywhere nearby was a taco stand, which she stared at quizzically.
“Pheebs…you didn’t drive me all the way down to Bonny Doon to go to a taqueria, did you? Cause we’ve got plenty of those in San Francisco.”
“No silly.” Phoebe grinned, and hopped out of the car mysteriously. As Paige got out and came around to the other side of the car, Phoebe handed her the two blankets from the back, which Paige had not even noticed. “You get these, and I’ll carry the picnic basket, okay?” Dazed and confused, Paige nodded. With an air of calm assurance, Phoebe crossed the road toward the ocean, Paige following wordlessly. It was clear that Phoebe was following a path she knew well, as they climbed down a narrow dirt path that took them down the embankment, over the railroad tracks, and up another embankment. Of course, by now, Paige knew there was only one possible destination: the ocean. They walked silently for a few minutes, neither feeling the need to speak. Finally, as if by magic, they topped the rocks they’d been hopping over and saw one of the most beautiful sights they had even seen. A secluded beach, quite deserted, sprawled out before them, the cliffs stretching out on either side blocking out the view of the rest of the world. No one driving on the highway would be able to see this beach, and Paige realized right away that this was a special place for Phoebe. Looking out at a glorious California sunset, the sun blood red and sinking halfway into the ocean, Paige’s heart nearly stopped.
“Oh, Phoebe,” she whispered. “It’s…” She dropped the blankets in the sand, and wrapped both arms around Phoebe, spooning her from behind so they could watch it together. “It’s beautiful.” Phoebe didn’t say anything, but reached behind her to tangle her fingers in Paige’s hair, softly caressing the silky strands. They stood like that for a few minutes. Then Phoebe could feel Paige’s tummy rumbling against her back.
“Hungry, baby?” She grinned, dropping her head back against Paige’s shoulder to look at her.
“Actually, yeah,” Paige admitted. “Whatcha got in that basket, anyway?” Phoebe grinned and wiggled her eyebrows. Laughing, they picked up their supplies and walked down onto the beach itself, Paige spreading one of the blankets and Phoebe unpacking the basket. Soon there were grapes and brie, a sourdough baguette, some baby carrots and hummus, and a bottle of sparkling apple cider all laid out in front of them, complete with a large bar of Ghiradelli chocolate for dessert.
“You really are a native San Franciscan, aren’t you?” Paige asked, eyeing Phoebe’s selections, particularly the chocolate.
“Born and raised,” Phoebe agreed. “You grew up in Ortega, right?”
“Yeah, the glamorous life. When we all snuck out to be wild, rebellious teenagers, all we could really do was get drunk and fuck on the golf course.”
“Paige!” Phoebe squealed.
“Oh, I’m sorry, did I embarrass you, Princess?” Paige grinned impishly. “You can’t fool me, Phoebe Halliwell. I’ve got your number. I know you were a troublemaker in high school. And as for the sex part, I’m sure they were lined up around the block for you.” Phoebe rubbed the blush from her face as they helped themselves to their picnic dinner.
“Uhhh…can I plead the fifth on this one?” Paige cocked her eyebrow at the evasive Phoebe. “Oh, all right, all right. Of course I was a trouble maker. I had to keep Grams busy so she wouldn’t have time to miss Prue and Piper when they were off at college, didn’t I? And as far as the other part, I had plenty of offers. But I only dated three guys. And I had strong feelings for each of them.” *At least,* she thought to herself, *I used to think that those were strong feelings…* Looking at Paige now, she knew she had only begun to understand the words, “strong feelings.”
“And you’re not weirded out about the whole, girl-girl thing?” Paige asked seriously. She was absolutely crazy about Phoebe, but she wasn’t stupid, and dating straight girls never brought anything but trouble. Looking up at her, Phoebe knew that this was a serious question for Paige, and gave the beautiful girl sitting next to her her full attention.
“It did at first, I guess. But that was a while ago…” they grinned at each other over this admission. “Honestly, Paige, when I look at you, I’m not thinking of you as a woman, or comparing you to a man. I just…I just see you. And I’m completely and totally crazy about you, if you hadn’t noticed.” Paige gave Phoebe another one of her warm, glowing smiles, and leaned in to kiss her. It started out very gentle, lips and tongues gently exploring the precious new terrain. Then Phoebe began to nibble on Paige’s bottom lip, eliciting a soft, sensual moan. The sound of Paige moaning for her, from her attentions, was like a bolt of desire straight to Phoebe’s core. They began to kiss more passionately, the food forgotten, as Paige sucked Phoebe’s tongue into her mouth and Phoebe’s hands went under Paige’s top, teasingly running her fingers over the soft skin of her stomach. The heat that exploded between them was primal, and soon Paige’s hands were under Phoebe’s shirt, caressing her back as Phoebe moved her hands up to cup Paige’s firm breasts through her bra.
“Phoebe, oh, baby…that feels so good,” Paige moaned, giving Phoebe the confidence to reach down and pull Paige’s cardigan right over her head. The sight of Paige in her lacy black bra, eyes glazed in the shimmering moonlight, nearly took Phoebe’s breath away.
“Oh, Paige,” she sighed, “you are so beautiful, it hurts.” Smiling gently, Paige reached around and unclasped her bra, which fell to the blanket, forgotten in an instant. Without knowing why, Phoebe found her eyes filling with tears. Their eyes locked together, Paige took both of Phoebe’s hands in hers, and gently guided them over her breasts. They gasped together at the electric contact, as Paige’s pert nipples hardened under Phoebe’s warm hands. Almost as one, they leaned into each other in another smoldering kiss that left them both breathless. Soon Phoebe’s shirt was discarded, too, as the heady sensation of flesh on flesh, bare stomach to bare stomach, crashed over them like a tidal wave. An ocean breeze blew over the fine sheen of sweat now covering their bodies, and somehow Phoebe had the presence of mind to notice that Paige was shivering.
“Here,” she whispered, reaching for the second blanket and covering them both with it.
“Thanks,” Paige whispered back, snuggling down against her lover in their makeshift bed on the soft sand. They continued kissing passionately, hands everywhere they could reach, until Phoebe couldn’t stand it anymore. Reaching down, she found the clasp on Paige’s corduroys and undid it easily, sliding the zipper down as Paige wriggled to help free herself from the encumbering garment. Soon only her panties remained between Phoebe and her goal. Moving her mouth down to Paige’s neck, Phoebe began lightly teasing Paige through her soaked panties, tracing patterns with the tips of her fingers and rubbing her mound with the heel of her palm. Paige let out a high pitched cry of pleasure, which only excited Phoebe further.
“Mmm, baby, you’re so wet,” Phoebe sighed. She may not have dated girls before, but being one herself, she was no stranger to what felt good between a girl’s legs.
“For you, Phoebe baby…all for you.” Grabbing Phoebe’s face with both hands, Paige kissed her hard, pressing herself fully against the length of Phoebe’s body. They both whimpered. Phoebe continued her light teasing of Paige’s core until Paige growled, which both surprised and delighted the youngest Halliwell.
“Phoebe, please,” Paige groaned, the urgency of her need written all over her face.
“Please what?’ Phoebe asked impishly, loving the spell she was weaving over her beautiful lover, for once without any assistance whatsoever from witchcraft.
“Please make me come,” Paige begged. The whimpered request almost made Phoebe come herself, and she was still wearing her jeans. Kissing Paige again, she drew her hand up and slipped in inside Paige’s thin, now utterly drenched panties, and explored the slick folds of her cunt, finding her clit and playing with it. Phoebe swallowed Paige’s scream as her hips bucked, moaning and writhing helplessly. Their bodies went wild together, moving against each other with reckless abandon. Touching Paige was bringing Phoebe to the brink of ecstasy. She had never felt this good, ever, in her entire life.
“Oh, Phoebe…Phoebe,” Paige cried, seemingly incapable of uttering a single word besides her lover’s name. Then her back arched violently, her entire body stilling for a split second. Knowing that Paige was about to come, Phoebe thrust two fingers deep inside of her, curling then toward herself to find Paige’s most special spot. Paige screamed, as her orgasm slammed into her with the force of a Mac truck. Her entire body convulsed, squeezing and releasing Phoebe’s fingers like an erratic heartbeat. The sensation, combined with Paige’s thigh slamming into her own overheated center, was enough to send Phoebe over the brink too. She had never come so hard in her life-it felt as if her internal organs were contracting and releasing along with her throbbing clit. She heard an earth-shattering scream and dimly recognized it as her own. Breathing hard, clinging together, they collapsed onto the blanket in a sweaty heap, completely sated. For the moment.
Uncountable minutes later, as they lay entwined exchanging gentle touches, Phoebe dimly realized that Paige was shivering again. In their hedonistic frenzy they had kicked off the blanket that was covering them. Lazily, Phoebe sat up and pulled it back over them, making a warm and cozy nest.
“Hmmm,” Paige sighed, “you are so incredible, baby.” She leaned forward and gave Phoebe a soft, loving kiss.
“You were pretty incredible yourself,” Phoebe murmured back, tracing delicate patterns over Paige’s face in the moonlight.
“I hardly even got to do anything, though,” Paige pointed out with a sigh.
“You made me come harder than I ever have before.” At this, Paige propped her head up in one hand.
“Really?” she asked, a note of cockiness in her voice.
“Oh Goddess, yes.” Phoebe sighed again. She couldn’t seem to stop.
“Goddess, huh?” Paige inquired, and Phoebe winced internally at the small slip. She was still a witch after all, and that wasn’t something she was ready to drop on Paige, not so soon.
“You are my goddess,” she whispered, and it was perfectly true. They kissed again, not ready to escalate things again quite yet. They were both enjoying the afterglow too much to rush it, exchanging tender touches and looking up at the stars.
“I could stay here all night,” Paige murmured absently.
“Hmmm, that would be nice,” Phoebe agreed. “Unfortunately, the tide is going to come in eventually…I think we’d better get out of here before that.”
“But I’m not done with you yet,” Paige pouted, sticking out her bottom lip. Phoebe leaned forward and nipped it between her teeth, sucking the delicious pout into her mouth.
“Come home with me,” she breathed.
“Yes.”
Many hours later, Phoebe awoke warm, sated, and held in her bed. Shafts of morning sunlight were peeking through her curtains, but she wasn’t ready to move just yet. The feel of Paige pressed up against her back, her arm wrapped snugly around Phoebe’s stomach, was too good. Eyes closed, Phoebe simply basked in the sensation, coupled with Paige’s steady, even breathing against the back of her neck. How had she ever gotten through life without this woman? Without the feelings they got from each other? It seemed somehow impossible that before yesterday, she’d had no idea how good it was possible to feel. She was basking like a cat in a ray of sunshine when Paige’s breath hitched behind her.
“Achoo!” Paige sneezed hard, her body jerking against Phoebe’s back. It gave Phoebe the oddest sensation of warmth, and a faint, feathery tickle all along her back, and she giggled and squirmed.
“Bless you,” she murmured as she rolled over, smoothing Paige’s hair back to kiss her forehead. She frowned slightly. “Are you catching a cold, baby? You feel a little warm.” She pressed her lips back against Paige’s forehead, remembering how Paige had shivered in the chilly ocean air the night before.
Paige pulled herself stiffly out of Phoebe’s arms, a tense expression on her face. “Uh, yeah, I think I am…I better go.” She practically jumped out of bed, reaching for her clothes as Phoebe grabbed her arm.
“Whoa there nelly! What’s with the duck-and-cover?” Paige swallowed hard, trying desperately to ignore the confused look on Phoebe’s face.
“I, I just don’t want to give you my germs, that’s all.”
Phoebe laughed. “Paige, honey, we just spent the whole night sharing our germs. If I was gonna catch your cold, I would have already. You don’t have to worry about me.” She smiled warmly at her lover, touched but confused.
“Still,” Paige stammered, “Better safe than sorry, right? And I’ve got this major photo project due on Monday, I should really get back…”
“Paige!” Phoebe exclaimed indignantly. “It’s not even eight am! What is wrong?” As they looked at each other, Paige could tell that Phoebe was getting the wrong idea, that she thought she was running out on her. It broke Paige’s heart, but she knew she didn’t have a choice.
“Is it…” Phoebe began hesitantly. “Is it me?”
“Oh Phoebe…” Paige’s eyes brimmed with tears before she blinked them away. “It’s not you baby, please believe me, it’s not you. I just have to…” Paige’s voice trailed off as her breath caught again. She backed away from Phoebe, rubbing her nose furiously, obviously trying not to sneeze. Phoebe, for her part, was utterly bewildered by Paige’s strange behavior.
“Ah…ahh…ACHOO!” Paige sneezed again, harder than before.
“Bless-“ Phoebe started to say, but before she could finish, something happened that Phoebe was totally unprepared for. Paige dissolved into a haze of tiny, bluish white lights, and orbed out. “You…” she finished to the empty room. She hadn’t even had time to be properly shocked yet when Paige orbed back in, hands hovering over her mouth, eyes squeezed firmly shut. Phoebe was utterly speechless. After a moment that seemed like an hour to both of them, Paige reluctantly opened her eyes.
“Uh…” she stammered. “Any chance that you didn’t see that?”
“Oh, I saw it,” Phoebe confirmed. “I’ve just never seen a white lighter sneeze before.” Paige’s jaw dropped.
“What??”
TBC….