Title: "Prue's Special Cake"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: R due to nudity and sexual references
Summary: Piper's determined to find out who ate the last piece of pie.
Warnings: Incest Femme Slash, Drabblish, Established Pairing
Word Count: 523
Date Written: 18 October, 2011
Challenge: This started as an answer for the FemSlash100 LJ comm's weekly challenge but refused to be cut down to size.
Disclaimer: Prue, Piper, and Phoebe Halliwell and Charmed are ᄅ & TM Spelling Entertainment and any other respective owners, none of which are the author. Everything else is ᄅ & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.

"There's nothing to eat in this house!"

Piper blinked as she looked up at Phoebe's unexpected declaration. "Excuse me? Phoebe, I just baked two pies last night."

"Well, they're all gone!"

"How can they already be gone?"

"I don't know!" Phoebe said, throwing her arms up in the air. "There was plenty pie there last night, but now it's all gone! If you didn't eat it and I didn't eat it, then that leaves one person, but Prue told me she didn't do it!"

Piper shut her book. "Did she?"

"Yeah."

She stood. "I'll get her confession tonight, and I promise I'll make sure we have plenty of dessert."

"Good!" Phoebe said, stomping up the staircase. "I failed a test today! I could use some cheesecake!"


Just a few hours later, Prue arrived home to find her love in the kitchen. It was nothing unusual for her to come home to find Piper surrounded by her cookbooks, pots, and pans, but tonight she paused in shock, her eyebrows rising and her lips smiling in appreciation of the sight before her. Piper wore only her apron.

Piper turned to her with a bright smile. "Oh, Prue, good, you're home. You're just in time to help me try out a new recipe."

"I can see that," Prue replied, her eyes appreciatively raking over her younger sister's luscious body. She wrapped her arms around her and held her tight. "What's the occasion?"

"No occasion." Piper shrugged. "Somebody just ate the last bite of pie, so I've got to make some more."

Prue quirked an eyebrow. "In nothing but your apron?"

Piper hid her smile. "My clothes were dirty. I fell behind on laundry."

Prue leaned closer. "Piper?"

"Hmm?"

"Who are you kidding?"

"What are you talking about, Prue?" She shivered as Prue kissed her but then pushed her aside. "I'm sorry, but I've got to make something for our dessert before we can get into that."

Prue sighed. "Fine," she admitted. "I ate the last of the pie last night."

"You did?"

"Yes."

"You told Phoebe you didn't."

Prue shrugged. "So I snacked out after last night's Demon attack, but I didn't want to admit it! Look. I've got the Cheesecake Factory on speed dial."

"That's so Blanche of you." Piper wriggled her nose.

"Let me make an order, and then I'll show you what else I learned from Blanche."

Piper wraggled her eyebrows at her. "Promises, promises."

"All promises I'm going to keep," Prue vowed, and then her mouth fell wide open as Piper untied her apron and let it drop to the floor. She heard somebody answer her phone for she'd already dialed but couldn't control her tongue enough to answer them. "Phoebe's out for a few hours. Let's make the most of it, and then I'll bake for us." Piper hung up the phone for her sister.

"Whatever you say," Prue answered breathlessly. "The cook's always the boss of the kitchen." She picked her up, set her on the counter, and began to make sweet love to her.

"But, Prue?"

"Mmm?"

"Next time, tell me when you're vegging out. I'll make sure there's plenty. There's always a special cake waiting just for you."

"I know," Prue answered, and she took her cake and ate it too.

The End