The Past and the Furious
DISCLAIMER: You know how that goes….
A/N: This is my first fic so please read and review (be brutal!) and this takes place after season 7's finale. Enjoy!
PIPER
I'm seconds away from orgasm. And so is Leo. He habitually grabs my hips to steady my pace when bliss is imminent. His breaths are brief and deep, precisely matching his thrusts. My legs are bent at his sides and are numbing up quickly. My erect nipples are tingling, along with the rest of my body. My vagina feels like it's been set on an inextinguishable fire as it prickles and itches all at once. I bite down hard on my lower lip and push Leo's hands away from my waist, squeezing my eyes tight as I hastily ease my five-foot-two frame up and down his rigidity.
"Aww……Piper…" he kicks the crispy white sheets to the floor, another habit he has when he's about to peak. His sweaty palms mingle with my breasts, speeding up the inevitable. He sits up, wraps his arms around my sweaty back and locks lips with me. His tangy tongue explores my dry mouth.
"Hmm…" I moan. My insides are imploding. I break the lip-lock, "Ahhh…" I bury my face in his left shoulder, my hands softly scratching at his low mane. He flicks my long, dark hair away from my neck and practically becomes a vampire. Since we're so close I feel his erection grow stronger, much stiffer whereas his thrusts become more powerful and faster. The queen-size bed shakes and the wooden headboard clangs against the ugly green wall. I gesture with my left hand to freeze it; I don't want to wake Phoebe and Paige in the adjoining room. Just as I put my hand down, I lose it. Tingles, twitches, shivers, shudders and Lord-knows-what-else race downtown as I spew my sweet and sour juices all over Leo's lap. I hug him tight, panting and glowing with pleasure. He grunts and I feel the rush of his eruption. I kiss his cheek and his neck.
He heavily sighs and lies back down, accidentally breaking the time-freeze with his hands as he goes to put them behind his head. He glances up as it clatters against the wall, "Oops." I laugh and dismount myself. I snag our pajamas off the floor and the sheets and the comforter Leo knocked down there and climb back into bed. "You always amaze me," he says as I hand him his striped-cotton PJ's.
I slide into my pink-silk gown, "I was pretty good, huh?" I ease underneath the warm blankets and cuddle up next to him.
"Don't get cocky."
I rest my head on his chest, "Ooh, cocky," my hand goes for his flaccidity.
"Hey," he yanks my hand. We both giggle and then kiss. "I'm so proud of you."
"Well, don't get too proud, we still have to figure out how we're gonna get our lives back."
"What do you mean, I thought this is what you wanted, a life free from demons and magic
and…"
I interject, "The demons may not be after us anymore but we still can't go out in public as
ourselves," I sit up and peer into his gorgeous green eyes, "I mean, our funeral is this weekend."
He smirks. "We're like worldwide celebrities, everybody knows that we're dead, how can I be
dead one day and alive the next?"
"Magic," he sounds weary. "It is exposed you know."
"And that's another thing," I lie back on his chest, "I thought the Cleaners were supposed to clean up exposure messes, where the hell are they?"
"How do you know they're not gonna clean it up?"
"Uh, Leo, it's been a week, I think by now they would've gotten up off their asses and joined the party." I ponder about our situation to myself for a minute. I'm happy that nobody knows we're alive, especially the Underworld, but at the same time it's like we actually did lose our lives. We can't go out in public without the glamour spell—which can wear off any minute—meaning we can't go back to our jobs, our friends, hell, our house, it's gotten as popular as the White House within the past week, I don't know it's like a blessing and a curse all at once. Speaking of blessings, "Leo, how come the Elders haven't come up with some sort of solution?" I get no answer. "Leo?" He's asleep and looks just like the boys when they're sleeping. I miss them so much, but we can't orb over to Dad's at least not now while the media's constantly at his place. Stop it, Piper, stop worrying so much, we're gonna get through this, you're starting to sound like you-know-who. I mutter, "Prue…" Man, I wish she was here. I feel a gentle breeze behind me, I turn to look, nothing. I peep at the clock, 3:58. I get comfortable and drift off to sleep thinking about Prue, Mom and Grams, hoping that something from the past could help us out.