Part III of the Phoebe & Paige saga by JewWitch
Rating: M
Summary: As stated, this is the third story in my series, so you might want to read the first two (Charmed & Dangerous and Godsmacked) or you will be a bit lost. In this AU world, Prue never died, and Paige is not a long-lost sister at all, which is a good thing since she and Phoebe are in luuuuv. This story picks up about six months after Godsmacked left off; our girls are getting ready to graduate from college, and trying to plan their handfasting (that's a wiccan wedding) at the same time. Meanwhile, Piper is pregnant with her first child, and Prue is trying to make her long-distance relationship with the dark slayer work while advancing her career as a photojournalist. Add the everyday hijinks of demons, warlocks, and frat boys, and you get a pretty hectic life…WHO do you think might come along to make things even more difficult for our heroines? Read and find out…
Chapter OneIt was an unusually balmy spring day, and the sun shone benevolently down upon the many students taking advantage of the fair weather by studying outdoors on the grassy quad behind Porter Hall. A tall, muscular boy with sandy blond hair jogged up to a small group of Frisbee throwers, a light bounce in his step as he allowed all thoughts of schoolwork to dribble out of his head—after all, it was Sunday. He waved his arms at the red-haired boy holding the Frisbee, who beckoned him toward the group gathering around the fountain. As he jogged toward them, his eyes fell upon a girl sitting quietly under a large oak tree, a heavy textbook resting in her lap. She had long, chestnut-brown hair, which was pulled back into two rather messy pigtails on either side of her head, and her olive skin shone flawlessly in the afternoon sun. She wore a very short pair of old cutoffs, and a black tank top that showed more than enough cleavage to raise his heart rate. Even the chunky reading glasses she wore were sexy, framing a pair of intensely dark eyes and long, doe-like lashes. He slowed to a walk as he gawked at her, feeling the thrill of the hunt rise up inside him. He hadn't seen a girl so utterly perfect in a long time—if ever. His face split in a wide, self-assured grin.
"Dude, you're wasting your time," his red-haired friend said casually, throwing the Frisbee at him at close range to get his attention back.
"Why, she got a boyfriend?" The blond boy asked, his eyes still fixed on the captivating dark-haired beauty.
"No…" His friend snickered and shook his head. "But—"
"Say no more, compadre, just watch and learn." Tossing the Frisbee back, he ran across the grass toward the tree where the girl was sitting, motioning his friend to throw the disc. With a shrug, the boy did so, sending the blond boy racing toward the quietly studying figure at top speed.
"Got it!" The boy hollered, diving flat-out to catch the Frisbee, and landing quite conveniently at the startled girl's feet. "Sorry about that," he grinned, panting slightly as he brushed the grass off his shirt. "Training for Ultimate playoffs."
"That's okay," the girl replied mildly, her piercing eyes returning almost immediately to her textbook. Undeterred, the blond boy got to his feet, determined to recapture the attention of his quarry.
"I musta' got the sense knocked out of me—where are my manners? Colin Adams, at your service." He gave her his most winning smile, showing off a set of even, white teeth and a strong jawbone.
"Hi Colin," the girl said distractedly, not even looking up from her reading.
"And you are?" he persisted.
"Engaged," she said blithely, looking up at last with a sugary-sweet smile as she held out her hand, displaying a glinting diamond ring. His mouth opened and closed a few times soundlessly. "Waiting for my fiancée, who should be here in about…" she looked over his shoulder, and a huge smile blossomed on her face, showing off an even more perfect set of teeth behind her heart-shaped lips. "Oh! Waiting's over," she said happily, rising from the grass as another drop-dead-gorgeous girl jogged up to them, a matching smile on her ruby-red lips. She was a few inches taller than the other girl, her black hair tumbling in soft waves over pale ivory shoulders.
"Hi baby," she purred, and before the tongue-tied boy could process what he was seeing, she wrapped her arms around the shorter girl's neck, and kissed her deeply. Her kiss was returned with equal enthusiasm, as the girl whose name he'd been unable to learn wrapped her arms around the taller girl's waist, a soft sigh of pleasure falling from her lips as she raked her nails over the other girl's back. Colin forgot himself completely as he stood there watching them, feeling the drool pooling inside his mouth. Finally, the taller girl pulled back from the kiss, and looked up at him with a politely irked expression on her face, as if he'd taken the last beer at a keg party.
"I'm sorry, do you mind?" she asked, cocking one eyebrow.
"Uh…uhg…I'm, um…" he shook his head and took a step backward, stumbling over the tree roots and almost falling.
"You two are pure evil," the redheaded boy laughed as he approached, rescuing his friend from any further embarrassment with a steadying hand on his shoulder.
"Actually, Teddy, I'm an angel," Paige said innocently. "And Pheebs here is one of the most powerful good witches on Earth." She threaded her arm around her girlfriend's shoulders, and played with one of her pigtails. Phoebe laughed uneasily.
"She's a powerful something, alright," Colin agreed, feeling a crimson blush rising in his cheeks as he realized what an ass he'd made of himself. "Sorry if I—"
"It's okay, really," Phoebe assured him, her uneasy expression vanishing with a warm smile. "I'm flattered." She leaned into her girlfriend's arm, looking very contented—and very spoken for.
"Right," he nodded dumbly, with a final wave as the other boy, Teddy, dragged him off.
"Paige," Phoebe hissed in a hushed voice as soon as the boys were out of earshot, "What did you tell them that for!"
"What, you mean the big, magic secret?" Paige laughed. "C'mon, babe, they thought it was a joke. Lighten up!"
"I can't lighten up about exposing magic, Paigey," Phoebe sighed with a shake of her head as they both turned toward the dorm, Paige's hand still teasing Phoebe's hair. "Remember what almost happened—what would have happened if time hadn't been reset? Do the words 'lynch mob' mean nothing to you?"
"Honey, please try to relax," Paige soothed, her hand moving from her girlfriend's hair to gently knead the back of her neck. "I know you had a close call, and I know how scary it was. But we fixed it, and it's not going to happen again, okay?" Phoebe sighed, closing her eyes as Paige's talented fingers worked the tension out of her neck. "Okay?" Paige persisted.
"Okay," Phoebe murmured, opening her eyes to look up at Paige with an adoring smile. Leaning up on her tiptoes, Phoebe captured the rosy lips above her own in a warm kiss. Paige sighed happily, and nipped Phoebe's lower lip, making her giggle.
"Ready to orb the last of your stuff out of the dorm?" Phoebe asked when they finally broke apart.
"Totally," Paige agreed. Hand in hand, they walked into Paige's dorm room for the last time.
"…Well, that's it," Phoebe pronounced an hour later, hands on her hips as she looked around her room—now their room—at the manor. "We're officially living together." She cocked her head and considered her girlfriend, covered in sweat and not a little dust and grime as a result of the afternoon's exertions. "How long till we stop having sex, exactly?"
"How long do you plan on living?" Paige asked, an impish grin on her face as she drew Phoebe into her arms and kissed her. Their sweat-slicked bodies slipped easily into familiar places, eliciting familiar soft sounds of pleasure. "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you," Paige whispered into Phoebe's ear before she nibbled on it.
"Oh, baby…" Phoebe tightened her grip on her slippery girlfriend, her tongue snaking out to claim every part of Paige's warm mouth. Paige gave a deep, guttural groan of pleasure, and reached for Phoebe's tank top, peeling the damp material away from her flushed skin. Phoebe stumbled backwards until the back of her legs came up against the side of the bed, allowing Paige to pull her top and sport bra off in one fell swoop before they both fell back onto the soft mattress, giggling like a couple of junior high schoolers. Phoebe reached up and held Paige's head with both hands, scraping her teeth against the soft skin below her ear. Paige gasped and arched into Phoebe, hooking her hand behind her girlfriend's raised knee and pulling it up over her hip.
"Mmm, like that baby?" Phoebe grinned against Paige's flushed skin.
"Yesss," Paige groaned, leaning down to ravage Phoebe's exposed throat. Now it was Phoebe's turn to gasp and moan helplessly, as her girlfriend feasted on her soft, smooth skin. Somehow, Phoebe managed to work her hands under Paige's shirt as she writhed, forcing her ravenous girlfriend to break contact with her well-loved throat long enough to pull it over her head, tossing the superfluous garment aside with a knowing grin. Then Phoebe lay back against the pillows, naked but for her shorts with her arms flung back behind her head in a pose of complete openness and vulnerability, while Paige straddled her.
"You are a fucking goddess," Paige whispered, her whole body trembling with love and desire.
"Not anymore," Phoebe grinned impishly up at her, twirling a lock of hair around her finger with an innocent look of lust that drove Paige utterly mad with desire.
"I'm gonna make you come so hard," Paige growled, her lips finding Phoebe's at the same time that her hands found the zipper of her shorts. Phoebe squealed like a piglet as Paige's teeth closed over her lower lip. Then a loud knock on the door made them both freeze.
"Phoebe! You were supposed to give me back my car keys when you got home!" Piper hollered through the door. "I'm late for my sound check with The Postal Service!"
"Just a sec!" Phoebe yelled, a very flustered look on her face as she scrambled for her clothes.
"Speaking of going postal," Paige grumbled mutinously, pulling her own shirt over her head with some difficulty, as it was so sweaty. Phoebe gave her an apologetic look, as she crawled across the bed and opened the door.
"Here you go," she said quickly, pushing the keys into Piper's hand. "Bye." Piper peered at Phoebe's flushed face, and her inside-out tank top, and grinned knowingly.
"I hope you two realize that this house can only handle one pregnant woman at a time," she teased, an evil smirk on her face as she laid a hand over her swollen belly.
"Goodbye, Piper!" Phoebe growled, pushing her out the door and closing it in her face. They could hear her snickering as she walked away.
"Grrr," Paige groaned exasperatedly, running her hand through her damp, tangled hair.
"Sorry, honey," Phoebe smiled apologetically at Paige as she crossed the room, crawling back onto the bed with a feral glint in her eyes. "Now, where were we…?"
"I can't, Pheebs," Paige said regretfully, pushing Phoebe back onto her heels. "I feel all gross and dirty." She plucked at the damp material of her thin shirt plastered against her skin.
"Well how about I clean you up, dirty girl?" Phoebe said coyly, looking up at Paige from beneath her lashes.
"You have a one-track mind, Phoebe Halliwell," Paige purred, taking Phoebe's outstretched hand and allowing herself to be pulled down the hall toward the bathroom.
The minute Paige stepped under the hot blast of the showerhead, the felt better, all the pent-up frustration of being caught in the act melting away as the water streamed down her body. She gave a sigh of pleasure as Phoebe's soapy hands ran over her body, scrubbing her thoroughly. Paige had expected Phoebe to ravage her the second the bathroom door was locked, but she was taking her time, lathering every part of Paige's warm, wet body with sweet, lavender-scented suds. Reaching out, Phoebe took Paige's hand and rested it on her own shoulder, wrapping both soapy hands around Paige's arm and giving her a rough, sudsy massage, eliciting a deep sigh. She repeated the process with the other arm, then moved upwards to her girlfriend's shoulders.
"Feel better, baby girl?" Phoebe asked sweetly.
"Mmm," Paige groaned, eyes falling shut as she allowed herself to be treated to a soapy, full-body massage. "You really are a goddess, Pheebs," she sighed.
"Ahh, I bet you say that to all the girls," Phoebe teased. Paige opened her eyes, a few drops of water clinging to her lashes as she gazed at her girlfriend with a look of passion so intense, it turned Phoebe's knees to rubber. Wordlessly, their bodies entwined, hands everywhere as their lips met in a hot, wet, open-mouthed kiss. Paige pushed Phoebe up against the shower wall, pinning her there with her thigh. Phoebe shrieked in ecstasy, her head falling back to expose her throat, which Paige fell upon like a ravenous wild animal. The hot water pounded over them, slipping against each other's skin with reckless abandon. Neither of them heard the matching pounding on the bathroom door, nor did they notice when the lock slid open by magic. They did notice when Prue tiptoed in, holding one hand up next to her face to shield her eyes from the activities in the shower.
"Prue!" Phoebe shrieked, causing Paige to wince and clap her hands over her ears. "Get out!"
"I just need to get my makeup bag and then I'm gone," Prue said shortly, staring determinedly at the floor with an intensely overwrought expression. "Believe me, this is not my idea of a good time-- but I'm gonna be late for my photo shoot if I don't get going. Not all of us can afford to spend the entire afternoon screwing in the shower, you know Pheebs."
"I am going to murder you in your sleep, Prue!" Phoebe yelled, throwing a bottle of shampoo at her sister over the top of the shower door. "GET OUT!"
"Okay, okay!" Prue squeaked, grabbing her makeup bag and holding it over her head as a shield from Phoebe's attack. "Go back to screaming your heads off and running up the water bill!" Paige groaned and dropped her head onto Phoebe's shoulder as the door slammed shut behind Prue.
"I think I'm actually about to explode," Paige whimpered.
"Welcome to life at the manor," Phoebe said humorlessly.