Wild Fires

Disclaimer: The Charmed Characters are the property of Aaron Spelling and Constance Burge. I just borrow them for your enjoyment and my writing addiction

Prue sat in the solarium nursing her cup of tea. She jumped slightly as the grandfather clock started to strike, and then closed her eyes with a sigh as it finally struck four. Four in the morning and she was still up, her tea long since cold

She had woken a few hours before and was unable to go back to sleep. She had gotten up quietly, and slowly made her way through the old Manor she had shared with her younger sisters. Though when she quietly peaked in the last room she instantly got worried, and realized that was why she had woken in the first place. 'Calm down Prue' she scolded herself. 'She's probably in the bathroom.' But as she made her way down the hall, she noticed the bathroom door open and no light on.

Before sounding the alarm, she wanted to first check all the possibilities. She quickly, yet quietly, ran up the stairs to the attic. Seeing the room empty and the Book of Shadows sitting on its pedestal she felt her worry heighten.

A little under year ago she wouldn't have even been that concerned. Not that she wouldn't have been worried, but just not as much as she was now. A little over eight months ago all their lives had changed. It was a change she was still trying to figure out if it was good or bad. Her youngest sister, Phoebe, had come home from a few months absence in the Big Apple other wise known as New York City.

Grams, the one person who had raised them after the death of the mother some 20 years ago, had died. And it was soon after the funeral that Prue and Phoebe had gotten into a huge argument over Prues fiancé. He had said she came on to him and she said he came on to her. Prue had sided with Roger. It was that action that caused Phoebe to leave in the first place

She arrived in true Phoebe fashion. Acting like nothing was wrong and being her carefree self. How she could have been so chipper in the middle of a San Francisco down pour to this day confused Prue. But it was later that night when their lives changed forever.

Prue looked back on that night her sister had found their heritage, and recalled how furious she wa,s when she saw the book and the incantation Phoebe had read. She saw the look of confusion and disbelief on middle sister Pipers face. But as she looked back now, she saw that same look on Phoebes face. But what she also saw was excitement; The excitement of the unknown.

After that one night, Prue tended to worry a little more about both her sisters. Even though her relationship with Phoebe was still on somewhat of a rocky ground. None of them really changed after that night. They were still three sisters, who needed to make ends met and needed the love of a good man. They just needed to take a few more precautions. And now one sister was either in trouble or breaking all the rules.

Prue stood up, careful not to wake her sister, and made her way to the kitchen sink pouring, her cold tea down the drain. She had finally given up her own search and woken her sister in hopes that maybe she knew where she was. But she too had no idea what was going on. So they had both sat in the solarium trying to come up with anything to the whereabouts of their sister.

"She's fine you know."

"I know. I have known for the last hour or so. I'd know if she was hurt. We both would. It's just so damn frustrating. We all agreed to be more careful now ever since we became witches. I swear she does this to piss me off." Prue said though not really believing her own words

"She doesn't. It's just who she is." Piper assured Prue as she set her own cup in the sink

The car rolled quietly into the driveway with its lights off, careful not to wake the occupants. "That quiet enough for you?" he asked as he leaned across for a passionate kiss.

"Perfect." She whispered back as she broke away just long enough to answer, only to reach the back of his head and pull him back to her lips, "And not just the parking." She added between kisses, drawing him to her.

His hands slowly and expertly explored her body, memorizing each curve as she held his kiss. Feeling the electricity between them heighten as she felt his hand touch her skin for the first time. Her energy cursed through her as she felt and welcomed his weight on her as she deepened the kiss. His hands moved up her shirt slowly caressing each spot softly. Her own hands ran down his back enticing him to her. As she ran her hand under his own shirt as she felt the warmth of his back on her hand.

One hand seemed to draw circles around her stomach as the other was slowly caressing her cheek before making its way down her neck. Touching the first button of her blouse. He kissed her softly in the spot as he undid each one. He then brushed butterfly kisses around one breast as his hand encircled the other gently softly.

She felt her own hand reaching down along the top of his pants as the energy raging through her was screaming to get out. With each kiss and each touch he made drove her more wild

She wanted it as much as she did but suddenly she stopped. "Mike we can't."

"Sure we can. We both want it." he answered, as he made soft kisses up her neck and back down again. Drawing each one to her breast longer. He could feel her almost shake under him as his one hand moved down to her pants

Once again she felt the electricity running through her as he made small kisses around her breasts. She felt the heat in her rise, as her back arched wanting him to keep going but again she grabbed hold of something in her mind. "I do. But not here. Not like this." She said using everything in her power to hold back her own temptations.

He stopped and locked eyes with her. In her eyes, as always he saw everything there. He knew she wanted him, but he also knew that she as right. This was not the place. Not outside her own home with her sisters inside.

"We said slow this time remember?"

"I know. I'm sorry." He lifted himself up as she suddenly pulled him back for one last passionate kiss

She re-buttoned her shirt, "Don't be. Night." She said quietly.

"Night. See ya tomorrow?"

"Better." She answered, as she leaned over for one last quick kiss before exiting the car.

She stood at the top of the steps and watched as he quietly drove down the street. Some how Mike and her had rekindled an old relationship that they had before she moved to NYC. Even then it had been intense from the start. But she wanted to take it slow this time.

"Slow. Ok if that was slow I would sure hate to see what would happen if we let it all go." She laughed as she smiled at her thoughts. She quietly opened the door to the Manor she shared with her sisters, taking her shoes off so as not to wake them. She hadn't planned on being this late, but dinner turned into a movie, a movie turned into walk on the beach. One thing led to another until they had finally pulled in the driveway. She had asked Mike to kill the lights and the engine, for she knew that Prue would hear them.

She made her way across the floor knowing just where not to step, for the creak would be loud enough for her Grams to hear. She had one foot on the first stair when the chandelier above the stairway shone bright causing her to squint at the suddenness of the light.

"Where the HELL have you been!?"

She turned around to see the fury in the eyes of a very pissed off Prue and Piper standing back up behind her.

Phoebe felt her defences go up immediately, as they always did when Prue and her where about to go at it, "Out!" she yelled back as she started back up the stairs.

"OUT?! It's four in the morning!. You could have at least had the decency to call, or tell us where you were!"

Phoebe looked back over the railing of the first landing, "I'm a big girl now Prue. I handled myself quite fine on my own in NYC. I'm sure I can handle San Francisco."

"You weren't a WITCH in NYC. With god only knows what after you, wanting to kill you I might add."

Piper stood behind Prue, though not saying a word. She didn't want to be stuck in the middle of one of their fights again. She knew that even after they went to bed, this battle would go on tomorrow, they usually did.

"Would you stop mothering me for once in your life! I can take care of myself. Now if you have any more objections. I'm going to bed." Phoebe shouted as she made her way up the stairs

"This conversation is not done yet young lady!"

"Oh of that I'm certain." Phoebe shot back from the top of the stairs that was soon followed by the slamming of the bedroom door.

Prue took a step forward when she felt the hand on her arm.

"Let her be Prue. You both need to cool down a little first before you start round two." Piper finally said.

Prue was about to say something as she pulled away and stormed up the stairs. She paused briefly outside the closed door. It took everything she had inside her not to burst in and start again. But instead, she crossed the hall to her own room slamming the door behind her.

Piper stood at the bottom hearing the second door slam. She sighed inwardly known what tomorrow, or was it today now would bring.