----Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed, I only own Paris. Notes: ^^Thoughts^^--
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Chapter Thirteen: Planting Seeds
It was the weekend; Seth and Paris had become accustomed to each other. Seth was doing real well in his training, and Leo was very proud. The Charmed ones had not had a demon attack in a while, and all was a bit tense in the house. Paris was in the garden planting some flowers, she had on a spaghetti strap shirt and a pair on sweat pants. Her hair was up in a loose bun and she heard the famous tune that comes along with an orb, and turned to smile at Seth. She could tell which whitelighter it was by the tune, though the difference was slim, she could tell it apart after hearing Leo's the most it was easy to detect Seth's.
"What's up?" He asked as he came over and began to help her.
"Nothing." She replied. She didn't mind the idea of her own whitelighter, but in some ways she really wished it had been a woman in stead of a man, and such a delicious on at that. It was no lie that Paris was extremely attracted to Seth, she flirted with him every once in a while, or pretty much any time they were alone together. She knew she shouldn't, she had a boyfriend, and a very good one at that, but somehow her whole relationship with Neal was feeling off lately. She hadn't seen him sense he had shimmered into her bedroom, and they had their romantic time. The other thing was, well was he in anyway attracted to her. If he was it was hard for her to tell. Actually, it was very obvious to anyone that saw the way he acted around the young woman could tell he held her in the highest of esteem. But for some reason Paris didn't see it, as most women don't.
"So," Paris began "how is the search going?" she was referring to the demon hunt currently underway. The only reason Paris wasn't helping with it was because she was specifically asked not to. Everyone was making sure she stayed out of everything mystical related. Her graduation was coming up, and she had millions of homework, applications to fill out, etc. So right now she was on relaxing mode.
"Fine." Seth replied. He placed a seed into a hole he had dug.
"That's too deep." She told him, and took the seed from him.
"Huh?" He was confused.
"The hole, it is too deep for this type of seed." She repeated. He still had a confused look on his face. "Here," she began to dig another hole, when she finished digging the earth. She pointed. "it should only be this big." She placed the seed in, and covered it with dirt.
Seth began again, Paris watched. He dug another hole, but this time he intentionally dug it to big. "Like that?" he asked.
"No." She laughed at him. "Here," She grabbed his hands "I'll show you." She placed his hand over the trowel like one would an infant, and her hands guided his as she showed him how to do it. When she finished her lesson, she looked at him, and gave a small smile. His eyes held hers; she felt the blood rush to her cheeks. As if by instinct the two felt themselves closing up the space between them, especially the space between their lips. As only an inch keep the hormones at bay, Leo orbed into the garden. Both of them quickly jumped back to what they had been doing.
Leo couldn't help but smile. "I just came to tell you that we're leaving for a bit. We have to go to Chicago till Tuesday. I hope you two will stay out of trouble."
"What? Chicago? Why?" Paris questioned. Her graduation was on Thursday.
"Demonic stuff." Leo told her.
Paris nodded, "Have fun."
Leo gave her a hug before orbing out of the garden. Seth eyed Paris, and she just smiled. She rose off her knees and whipped her pants off. "Well, what do you want to do?"
"Huh?" he was confused.
"Well, we can rent a movie, eat, homework, anything along those lines." She told him.
"Movie?" he asked. He was still new to the 21st century; he had been born to a nobleman of England. He had lived during the time of Queen Elizabeth, so he was still getting used to the new technology. For some of the deceased it takes a while for them to realize that their dead.
"Yeah," Paris eyed him with curiosity "common I'll show you."
The two headed to the living room and Paris gestured for Seth to sit on the couch. He did, and Paris picked out a movie to watch. She put the tape into the VCR, and sat down next to Seth. The movie began, Seth watched intently. The movie was a horror one, Paris personal favorite type of film. It was 'Interview with the Vampire'. When the movie was over, Seth just stared at the television.
"How inventive, another? And maybe more fighting." Seth replied.
"Alright." Paris replied, she picked out another one. She pulled out one of Leo's war film's called 'Behind Enemy Lines.' When it finished, Seth still had a dumb smile on his face. Time had passed and through the window Paris saw that it was night time. She looked at the whitelighter sitting next to her. He had a look on his face like a person who came straight off a roller coaster asking 'Wanna go again?'
Seth turned and noticed her staring at him. "Yes?"
"Nothing." She replied innocently. "So when were you born, what era?"
"Do you know of Queen Elizabeth?" He asked her, she nodded. "Well, my father was a nobleman in her court."
"Wow, the ladies must have been all over you." She gave him a sly smile.
"I guess you could say that." He smiled. He noticed that she was very curious. "What else do you want to know?"
"Well," She thought a minute. "Did you get married?"
"I was engaged, but I did of scarlet fever before we were married." He told her, she could hear the sadness in his voice.
"I'm sorry." She replied, he shook his head, and she continued. "What was her name? How'd you meet her? How old was she? What-"
He put a hand on her lips to stop her from speaking "One question at a time. Her name was Abigail, she was sixteen. We married young then. I met her at the Queen's court. She was very beautiful." He said recalling the girl.
"It's like a fairytale." Paris replied. "Did you two," she didn't exactly know how to put it. "you know." She nudged him.
He caught her drift "That isn't any of your business."
"You're my whitelighter, we have to know everything about one another." A large smirk crossed her face. "Besides you already know about my activities." She winked.
"Fine, not with her." He told her. "I decided to wait until the wedding night."
Paris laughed wholeheartedly "How sweet of you."
"Thank you." He smiled; he didn't know what else to say. "May we watch-?"
"Sure, but I get to pick. How about a romance, I know just the one 'Shakespeare in Love.' It's your time period." She said.
"Oh?" He smiled. They began the movie. He told Paris each time there was something wrong with it, like it was historically incorrect. When the love scene started he got a little hot, and Paris noticed.
"You okay." She put his hand on his shoulder.
That was a mistake; her hand caused electricity to run up his spine. He began to breathe deeply. He stared at her "Interesting." He said.
"What?" she was confused; she could see the excitement in his eyes. She had to admit that she was getting a little turned on herself with all the romance.
He took her hand, it hadn't moved from his shoulder. He traced her finger along his cheek. "The romance, that people-" He managed to move close to her, their bodies touching. She couldn't move, she wanted to escape or at least her brain told her she should. But her body and soul said differently. When she was with Neal, it was full of passionate lust; it hadn't felt so irresistible that her head would explode if she didn't lean into the kiss. She felt his lips against hers, they were soft. His kiss was deep, and filled with emotion. She never had been kissed like it before, and when it ended it left her hungry for more.
Her eyes were still closed when she told him "Orb to my room."
He did so with her in his arms. He orbed her into her room; he wasn't sure what he was doing. They stood in front of each other staring into each others eyes. She placed her hands on his shirt, and slowly pulled it off of him. His chest rippled with muscles, she smiled at him invitingly. He took off her shirt, and threw it on the floor. She felt his hands on the back of her bra. She saw the confused look on his face as he tried to undo it. She laughed a little, and undid it herself. "New technology." She smiled. He gazed at her in awe. She was beautiful, even more than he had imagined. "You are magnificent." He said still in awe of her. She laughed but it was stopped as he kissed her again, they slowly reached the bed. He had managed to undress himself, and she had done the same. He placed his hands on her hips as he let himself enter her. He heard her moan a little as he did so. He felt her tighten around him, and he groaned with the pleasure. She grabbed his shoulders as he moved up and down. When they reached the climax, he fell on top of her. Both of them were covered in sweat.
Paris couldn't help her smile. "How was it?"
She felt him caress her thigh, and he replied "Heaven and I should know."
He smile grew, and he gave her another kiss, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Same to you, even though I've never been there."
"I suppose that's why I am here." He smiled. He could not believe what he just did. He broke the rules, and he had loved every second of it. He heard a call, he rolled his eyes. "I have to go, but I'll be back." He said, and before she could reply he had orbed out of the room. ^^At least he didn't do that during our little escapade. ^^ she giggled at the thought and she walked to the bathroom to take a shower.
----Please review. ~Alana----
Chapter Thirteen: Planting Seeds
It was the weekend; Seth and Paris had become accustomed to each other. Seth was doing real well in his training, and Leo was very proud. The Charmed ones had not had a demon attack in a while, and all was a bit tense in the house. Paris was in the garden planting some flowers, she had on a spaghetti strap shirt and a pair on sweat pants. Her hair was up in a loose bun and she heard the famous tune that comes along with an orb, and turned to smile at Seth. She could tell which whitelighter it was by the tune, though the difference was slim, she could tell it apart after hearing Leo's the most it was easy to detect Seth's.
"What's up?" He asked as he came over and began to help her.
"Nothing." She replied. She didn't mind the idea of her own whitelighter, but in some ways she really wished it had been a woman in stead of a man, and such a delicious on at that. It was no lie that Paris was extremely attracted to Seth, she flirted with him every once in a while, or pretty much any time they were alone together. She knew she shouldn't, she had a boyfriend, and a very good one at that, but somehow her whole relationship with Neal was feeling off lately. She hadn't seen him sense he had shimmered into her bedroom, and they had their romantic time. The other thing was, well was he in anyway attracted to her. If he was it was hard for her to tell. Actually, it was very obvious to anyone that saw the way he acted around the young woman could tell he held her in the highest of esteem. But for some reason Paris didn't see it, as most women don't.
"So," Paris began "how is the search going?" she was referring to the demon hunt currently underway. The only reason Paris wasn't helping with it was because she was specifically asked not to. Everyone was making sure she stayed out of everything mystical related. Her graduation was coming up, and she had millions of homework, applications to fill out, etc. So right now she was on relaxing mode.
"Fine." Seth replied. He placed a seed into a hole he had dug.
"That's too deep." She told him, and took the seed from him.
"Huh?" He was confused.
"The hole, it is too deep for this type of seed." She repeated. He still had a confused look on his face. "Here," she began to dig another hole, when she finished digging the earth. She pointed. "it should only be this big." She placed the seed in, and covered it with dirt.
Seth began again, Paris watched. He dug another hole, but this time he intentionally dug it to big. "Like that?" he asked.
"No." She laughed at him. "Here," She grabbed his hands "I'll show you." She placed his hand over the trowel like one would an infant, and her hands guided his as she showed him how to do it. When she finished her lesson, she looked at him, and gave a small smile. His eyes held hers; she felt the blood rush to her cheeks. As if by instinct the two felt themselves closing up the space between them, especially the space between their lips. As only an inch keep the hormones at bay, Leo orbed into the garden. Both of them quickly jumped back to what they had been doing.
Leo couldn't help but smile. "I just came to tell you that we're leaving for a bit. We have to go to Chicago till Tuesday. I hope you two will stay out of trouble."
"What? Chicago? Why?" Paris questioned. Her graduation was on Thursday.
"Demonic stuff." Leo told her.
Paris nodded, "Have fun."
Leo gave her a hug before orbing out of the garden. Seth eyed Paris, and she just smiled. She rose off her knees and whipped her pants off. "Well, what do you want to do?"
"Huh?" he was confused.
"Well, we can rent a movie, eat, homework, anything along those lines." She told him.
"Movie?" he asked. He was still new to the 21st century; he had been born to a nobleman of England. He had lived during the time of Queen Elizabeth, so he was still getting used to the new technology. For some of the deceased it takes a while for them to realize that their dead.
"Yeah," Paris eyed him with curiosity "common I'll show you."
The two headed to the living room and Paris gestured for Seth to sit on the couch. He did, and Paris picked out a movie to watch. She put the tape into the VCR, and sat down next to Seth. The movie began, Seth watched intently. The movie was a horror one, Paris personal favorite type of film. It was 'Interview with the Vampire'. When the movie was over, Seth just stared at the television.
"How inventive, another? And maybe more fighting." Seth replied.
"Alright." Paris replied, she picked out another one. She pulled out one of Leo's war film's called 'Behind Enemy Lines.' When it finished, Seth still had a dumb smile on his face. Time had passed and through the window Paris saw that it was night time. She looked at the whitelighter sitting next to her. He had a look on his face like a person who came straight off a roller coaster asking 'Wanna go again?'
Seth turned and noticed her staring at him. "Yes?"
"Nothing." She replied innocently. "So when were you born, what era?"
"Do you know of Queen Elizabeth?" He asked her, she nodded. "Well, my father was a nobleman in her court."
"Wow, the ladies must have been all over you." She gave him a sly smile.
"I guess you could say that." He smiled. He noticed that she was very curious. "What else do you want to know?"
"Well," She thought a minute. "Did you get married?"
"I was engaged, but I did of scarlet fever before we were married." He told her, she could hear the sadness in his voice.
"I'm sorry." She replied, he shook his head, and she continued. "What was her name? How'd you meet her? How old was she? What-"
He put a hand on her lips to stop her from speaking "One question at a time. Her name was Abigail, she was sixteen. We married young then. I met her at the Queen's court. She was very beautiful." He said recalling the girl.
"It's like a fairytale." Paris replied. "Did you two," she didn't exactly know how to put it. "you know." She nudged him.
He caught her drift "That isn't any of your business."
"You're my whitelighter, we have to know everything about one another." A large smirk crossed her face. "Besides you already know about my activities." She winked.
"Fine, not with her." He told her. "I decided to wait until the wedding night."
Paris laughed wholeheartedly "How sweet of you."
"Thank you." He smiled; he didn't know what else to say. "May we watch-?"
"Sure, but I get to pick. How about a romance, I know just the one 'Shakespeare in Love.' It's your time period." She said.
"Oh?" He smiled. They began the movie. He told Paris each time there was something wrong with it, like it was historically incorrect. When the love scene started he got a little hot, and Paris noticed.
"You okay." She put his hand on his shoulder.
That was a mistake; her hand caused electricity to run up his spine. He began to breathe deeply. He stared at her "Interesting." He said.
"What?" she was confused; she could see the excitement in his eyes. She had to admit that she was getting a little turned on herself with all the romance.
He took her hand, it hadn't moved from his shoulder. He traced her finger along his cheek. "The romance, that people-" He managed to move close to her, their bodies touching. She couldn't move, she wanted to escape or at least her brain told her she should. But her body and soul said differently. When she was with Neal, it was full of passionate lust; it hadn't felt so irresistible that her head would explode if she didn't lean into the kiss. She felt his lips against hers, they were soft. His kiss was deep, and filled with emotion. She never had been kissed like it before, and when it ended it left her hungry for more.
Her eyes were still closed when she told him "Orb to my room."
He did so with her in his arms. He orbed her into her room; he wasn't sure what he was doing. They stood in front of each other staring into each others eyes. She placed her hands on his shirt, and slowly pulled it off of him. His chest rippled with muscles, she smiled at him invitingly. He took off her shirt, and threw it on the floor. She felt his hands on the back of her bra. She saw the confused look on his face as he tried to undo it. She laughed a little, and undid it herself. "New technology." She smiled. He gazed at her in awe. She was beautiful, even more than he had imagined. "You are magnificent." He said still in awe of her. She laughed but it was stopped as he kissed her again, they slowly reached the bed. He had managed to undress himself, and she had done the same. He placed his hands on her hips as he let himself enter her. He heard her moan a little as he did so. He felt her tighten around him, and he groaned with the pleasure. She grabbed his shoulders as he moved up and down. When they reached the climax, he fell on top of her. Both of them were covered in sweat.
Paris couldn't help her smile. "How was it?"
She felt him caress her thigh, and he replied "Heaven and I should know."
He smile grew, and he gave her another kiss, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Same to you, even though I've never been there."
"I suppose that's why I am here." He smiled. He could not believe what he just did. He broke the rules, and he had loved every second of it. He heard a call, he rolled his eyes. "I have to go, but I'll be back." He said, and before she could reply he had orbed out of the room. ^^At least he didn't do that during our little escapade. ^^ she giggled at the thought and she walked to the bathroom to take a shower.
----Please review. ~Alana----