Chapter One: The Kiss
"I'm gonna stay with Billie for the next couple nights, hun," Paige Matthews said. Her husband, Henry Mitchell, met her eyes in the mirror, his brows furrowed in confusion. He set down his razor and washed the shaving cream off his face.
"Why?"
"She needs a friend. She's been detached from the real world for too long," the young Whitelighter explained. She too was looking in the mirror, touching up her makeup. She tied her hair back and slipped her toiletries into her duffel bag.
"I'll call you tonight, okay?" she said, kissing him on the cheek. He nodded and kissed her lips. She smiled gently at him and orbed out.
She was greeted by flying limbs as Billie pulled her into a crushing hug, causing her bag to drop out of her hands and her glasses to clatter to the floor. She held the young blonde close to her, running her right hand through silky strands of hair. She held the novice witch tightly, refusing to let go.
"Paige, I can't breathe," Billie gasped.
"Oh, sorry," the youngest Charmed One said quietly, releasing her charge. She picked up her glasses and put them on, then tossed her duffel bag on the single bed. She smiled at her charge.
"So, whaddaya wanna do?" she asked. "You picked out some movies, right?"
"Yep. I was really hoping we could watch Scream," Billie said, her tone clearly pleading with the other woman.
Paige sighed. She wasn't too fond of it but she knew Billie drooled over the girl who played Sidney's best friend, Tatum Riley. She said that the actress playing Tatum looked an awful lot like Paige. She teased her, asking her when she had time to do film work. She never seemed to tire of making fun of her Whitelighter.
"Fine. But only if you let me do something while you watch. You know that movie disgusts me," Paige complained.
Billie smiled and kicked off her flip-flops. "Pink or red?" she asked. Paige grinned and dug through her bag for some nail polish while Billie put the DVD in.
An hour later, the movie was almost over. Billie's nails had dried and she was currently on the floor with Paige, both entranced by the movie. Paige's arms rested on a pillow, her chin in her hands. Billie lay beside the older woman, her head resting on the firm shoulder. She nestled close and watched as Tatum was carried up higher while stuck in the garage door. She squeezed her eyes shut, preferring not to see the girl's skull being smashed. But she could still hear it and cringed violently at the sound. Such a horrible cracking noise.
She heard a soft clicking sound and knew Paige had turned the movie off. Paige shifted to accommodate the younger girl. The blonde slowly opened her eyes. She was resting in Paige's arms and the brunette was gently massaging her temples.
"Thank God you're here," Billie whispered. "I love...this. Us hangin' out. No magic involved." The telekinetic sighed contentedly in the Charmed One's embrace.
Paige knew that she should've been more hesitant when she took Billie into her arms to comfort her. But she had no issue treating the blonde affectionately. All Whitelighters loved and cared for their charges. Why should she be any different? But this was different. And she knew it. Her feelings for Billie were stronger than the love she felt for her charges. Even stronger than her feelings toward Henry.
She put her hand on the blonde's chin. Billie's eyes looked deeply into Paige's. Paige closed the distance between their lips. They kissed tentatively at first. Paige was becoming less sure about this. But Billie's taste was so amazing. She couldn't just stop.
They finally broke apart. Paige brushed Billie's bangs back out of her eyes. Two sets of brown eyes met, searching.
"P-P-Paige?"
"Don't stop," Paige breathed, pulling the other woman close. Their mouths meshed together easily.
"Paige, you're married," Billie said, breaking the kiss. "We shouldn't."
"Who said he was gonna find out," Paige replied, smiling gently. "Nobody has to know but us, honey." She grinned when Billie smiled. Then, she brought their lips together again...