Pairing: Piper/Phoebe, implied Phoebe/Leo
Warnings: Incest although it stays PG-13
Piper heard her coming in (sneaking in) and unwillingly glanced at the clock next to her bed. It glowed 3:15 in the dark and she wondered vaguely why she was still up, burying her nose into the pillow and forcing herself to fall asleep.
The hall light came on, heels shuffling across the floorboards then the thud of a body leaning against the wall to toss them aside, followed by small thumps of the shoe falling down the stairs. When her doorknob twisted from side to side she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to ignore it. But when it looked like it wasn t going to stop she groaned, shoving the blankets aside and opening the door to reveal a frustrated Phoebe trying to jam a key into the nonexistent lock.
"What are you doing in my room?"
"This isn't your room, boozey, it s mine. Much like other things you ve taken without any regards to how I'd feel about it."
"God I'm so tired." Phoebe groaned, brushing past Piper to collapse onto the bed
"Oh no no no you have a perfectly good room of your own down the hall."
"Yeah down the hall." Phoebe protested into the pillow, "Next to Prue's she ll kill me if I don't let her sleep."
"So will I!"
"Mhm, could you turn off the light, it s giving me a headache."
"I hate you." Piper said even as she flicked the switch and flipped Phoebe onto her back to peel off her skin tight shirt and pants, placing them in a neat pile atop the dresser along with her remaining high heel. When she turned around her younger sister was already nestled in, blanket bundled beneath her chin and a faint smile on her lips.
It reminded Piper of when they were teenagers. Phoebe drunk and tired in her bed, begging her not to tell anyone where she d been. One of many sleepovers that had given everyone the impression that they were closer than they were. Piper and Phoebe unable to be apart even in sleep.
"He likes you more."
Piper closed her eyes, "Who?"
"Leo."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
Piper stared at the clock with unblinking eyes wondering if that made her feel better or worse. That she'd liked a guy and he d liked her, but Phoebe still got him in the end. Phoebe who always got what she wanted in the end.
"He said he loves your laugh, that he's never heard anything like it. Soft and meaningful because you don't do it that often."
"I, uh, I don t want to talk about this okay? I just want to go to sleep."
But as always Phoebe wasn't listening, rolling onto her side as well to wrap an arm around Piper's waist, holding her in a tight hug.
"I'm sorry, you know. I didn't realize how much you liked him... how much he liked you. We talked about you practically the entire time. Your hair, your skin, those jokes you told him the last time he was over."
Piper swallowed hard, closed her eyes and saw Leo's face inches from her own. His golden hair splayed over those gorgeous eyes that turned her into a babbling mess each time he looked at her. His smile...
"To tell the truth it screwed with my head. We were talking about you and his hand was on my thigh and I was stroking the back of his neck."
"Phoebe-"
"There's places on you he wants to touch," she brought her arm beneath the blanket, her hand resting on Piper s hip, "like here," her lips swept behind Piper s ear, "and here."
"What are you doing?"
"I told him I'd touched you like this plenty of times when we were kids. Snuggled up like this while everyone slept." Piper felt a smile curve against her skin, "It made him hard."
Piper's mouth was dry, her lips numb. She needed water, she needed fresh air. She needed Phoebe to stop caressing her hip while talking about Leo.
"All these places on you I ve touched and never even noticed. Funny huh? How we take things for granted."
"We're sisters, you re not supposed to notice those kind of things."
"But I have now. If you were there.." she trailed off and Piper looked over her shoulder. Phoebe was staring with glazed eyes at nothing, or maybe not nothing, maybe just into the past.
"Phoebs?"
Her younger sister seemed to snap out of it, but not completely, taking Piper's wrists and coaxing her onto her back, hovering above her with hungry eyes
"We made love to you Piper, both of us, except you weren't there. I told him where you were most sensitive and that's where he kissed. He told me how he loved your neck was so that's where I bit down hard." she trails her fingers over Piper s lips, "He came saying your name."
"Stop it." Piper rasped, "So help me I will kick you out of this bed."
"...Fine."
All at once her hands were gone and she was laying on her back, shoulder barely brushing Piper's as she turned her face to the side. Piper let out a breath, rubbed the goose bumps from her arm and decided nothing had happened. It was the alcohol, alcohol and Phoebe's guilty conscience combined with her off center sense of humor; sane, reasonable explanations that ultimately didn t matter because nothing has happened.
Yet.