Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Charmed, HTLJ, or Profiler and
do not wish to infringe on anyone's copyright including Warner Brothers,
Universal, or NBC. Also the god and goddess theme in this fan fiction is
not tied to the season finale of Charmed, which I have not seen but instead
came from a desire as a fan fiction writer to combine two of my favorite
series of all time Charmed and Hercules The Legendary Journeys. This story
is for entertainment purposes only.
Love Triumphant
Chapter IV
A Night That Dreams Are Made of!
R- Rated - Sexual situation contained.
Entranced by Cole's mesmerizing gaze, his intoxicating smile, and enveloping embrace, Phoebe lost all awareness of anyone or anything else. She wasn't even immediately conscious of the fact that they had been transported from the beach to a secluded grotto.
At least not until Cole whistled and said, "Wow, I really like your family's sense of style," that Phoebe finally took notice of their surroundings. Glowing candles filled the cave with golden light and there were swags and garlands of roses everywhere. Outside she could hear the song of the surf against rock walls. A champagne fountain flowed in one corner and a big screen took up another. It was flashing pictures of popular honeymoon destinations including Niagara Falls, Hawaii and Paris.
In the center of the room was a king sized bed draped in purple and gold satin sheets. "The honeymoon suite, I presume," Cole whispered in her ear. "It's just gorgeous," Phoebe murmured. Cole turned her to face him saying: "And it's all for us, just for us." He waltzed them over to the bedside and picked up a delicate and sinfully sexy scrap of lingerie. "I'm also willing to bet that this is a gift from Dite for both of us. I'm going to have to remember to thank her."
"Yes, we will have to do that" Phoebe said ducking her head into his shoulder. "Is something wrong darling?" Cole asked her. "No, it's just that it is going to take some getting use to, having a great, great whatever grandmother whose so, so, well free, I guess is the word I'm searching for." He laughed. "I think Dite is charming," he replied. "That isn't surprising, I'm sure most men do," Phoebe said as she fiddled with the collar on his shirt.
"She can't hold a candle to you though," Cole reassured his bride in case there was even an iota of doubt in her mind about where his heart, mind, and soul resided. "You better not let her hear you say that," Phoebe warned although she was wearing a secret smile. "I wonder if there's a little goddesses' room in this place?" "Try that door over to the left, and don't be to long," he growled softly. Phoebe carefully removed the gown from his hand and made her way to the bathroom.
Phoebe leaned against the closed door once she was alone. For the life of her, she couldn't understand why she was shaking so nervously. She'd been totally nude before Cole at least a hundred times and they'd been as intimate as two people could be. Yet an inexplicable sense of shyness was undeniably present.
Phoebe guessed those old clichés about the wedding night feeling like the first time all over again were true. She'd waited for this for along time, however, and nothing especially a slight case of jitters was going to interfere with the honeymoon of her dreams. She freshened up, donned the gown, and then brushed her hair until it shone. Then she went out to rejoin her husband. The thought of that word filled her with a sense of proprietary pride.
Cole had removed his tie, jacket, and shirt while she was gone and was leaning down to take off one boot. Phoebe raced up too him and threw her arms around him knocking them both of balance. They landed on the bed in a tangle both laughing delightedly. "Such eagerness, I'm flattered," he remarked.
"I'm equally impressed with the evidence you're presenting in terms of your desire for me," Phoebe said running her hands down his body. "You put on a most convincing case counselor," she said as she reached her destination. "Thank you, your honor and please be gentle with me," he managed to tease on a gasp. "My examination will be thorough yet mindfully sensitive."
"Hey where did my pants go?'" Cole asked in mild surprise. "I'm a powerful goddess full of magic," Phoebe reminded her new husband. "You certainly are," Cole agreed. He lifted her head up by placing a finger under her chin and then gave her five-alarm kiss that Phoebe was sure could get him convicted in some parts of the universe.
He then lifted a single finger and suddenly the lingerie she had just changed into went floating across the room and landed on a chair. "This is a talent that could truly come in handy," Cole gloated. "Yeah, well you better not try practicing it on anybody but me," Phoebe informed him. "Don't worry I wouldn't want too," he said just before he once again took possession of her mouth with his.
Cole didn't stop at her lips this time, however; instead he trailed wet kisses down her neck and onto her breasts. Phoebe felt awash in sensation. She buried her hands in his thick black hair and pulled him closer. Magic was a thrill but not even it could compare to the marvel of sharing this physical wonder with Cole. She began returning his favors caress for caress.
The giving and sharing went on almost endlessly until their yearning for union was too much to bear. Cole merged their bodies as he looked down into Phoebe's eyes. Marriage wasn't at all what she'd been lead to expect, Phoebe thought, it wasn't about surrendering or loosing one's self to another.
It was instead about rightness, belonging, loving, and coming home. In fact as she felt herself building to a crescendo like the waves outside, she came to a moment of self- realization. She was no longer the scared little girl afraid of being abandoned. She was a strong, mature woman, who would always have a secure harbor in her husband's arms. With that last thought she gave herself completely over to her pleasure and his.
Love Triumphant
Chapter IV
A Night That Dreams Are Made of!
R- Rated - Sexual situation contained.
Entranced by Cole's mesmerizing gaze, his intoxicating smile, and enveloping embrace, Phoebe lost all awareness of anyone or anything else. She wasn't even immediately conscious of the fact that they had been transported from the beach to a secluded grotto.
At least not until Cole whistled and said, "Wow, I really like your family's sense of style," that Phoebe finally took notice of their surroundings. Glowing candles filled the cave with golden light and there were swags and garlands of roses everywhere. Outside she could hear the song of the surf against rock walls. A champagne fountain flowed in one corner and a big screen took up another. It was flashing pictures of popular honeymoon destinations including Niagara Falls, Hawaii and Paris.
In the center of the room was a king sized bed draped in purple and gold satin sheets. "The honeymoon suite, I presume," Cole whispered in her ear. "It's just gorgeous," Phoebe murmured. Cole turned her to face him saying: "And it's all for us, just for us." He waltzed them over to the bedside and picked up a delicate and sinfully sexy scrap of lingerie. "I'm also willing to bet that this is a gift from Dite for both of us. I'm going to have to remember to thank her."
"Yes, we will have to do that" Phoebe said ducking her head into his shoulder. "Is something wrong darling?" Cole asked her. "No, it's just that it is going to take some getting use to, having a great, great whatever grandmother whose so, so, well free, I guess is the word I'm searching for." He laughed. "I think Dite is charming," he replied. "That isn't surprising, I'm sure most men do," Phoebe said as she fiddled with the collar on his shirt.
"She can't hold a candle to you though," Cole reassured his bride in case there was even an iota of doubt in her mind about where his heart, mind, and soul resided. "You better not let her hear you say that," Phoebe warned although she was wearing a secret smile. "I wonder if there's a little goddesses' room in this place?" "Try that door over to the left, and don't be to long," he growled softly. Phoebe carefully removed the gown from his hand and made her way to the bathroom.
Phoebe leaned against the closed door once she was alone. For the life of her, she couldn't understand why she was shaking so nervously. She'd been totally nude before Cole at least a hundred times and they'd been as intimate as two people could be. Yet an inexplicable sense of shyness was undeniably present.
Phoebe guessed those old clichés about the wedding night feeling like the first time all over again were true. She'd waited for this for along time, however, and nothing especially a slight case of jitters was going to interfere with the honeymoon of her dreams. She freshened up, donned the gown, and then brushed her hair until it shone. Then she went out to rejoin her husband. The thought of that word filled her with a sense of proprietary pride.
Cole had removed his tie, jacket, and shirt while she was gone and was leaning down to take off one boot. Phoebe raced up too him and threw her arms around him knocking them both of balance. They landed on the bed in a tangle both laughing delightedly. "Such eagerness, I'm flattered," he remarked.
"I'm equally impressed with the evidence you're presenting in terms of your desire for me," Phoebe said running her hands down his body. "You put on a most convincing case counselor," she said as she reached her destination. "Thank you, your honor and please be gentle with me," he managed to tease on a gasp. "My examination will be thorough yet mindfully sensitive."
"Hey where did my pants go?'" Cole asked in mild surprise. "I'm a powerful goddess full of magic," Phoebe reminded her new husband. "You certainly are," Cole agreed. He lifted her head up by placing a finger under her chin and then gave her five-alarm kiss that Phoebe was sure could get him convicted in some parts of the universe.
He then lifted a single finger and suddenly the lingerie she had just changed into went floating across the room and landed on a chair. "This is a talent that could truly come in handy," Cole gloated. "Yeah, well you better not try practicing it on anybody but me," Phoebe informed him. "Don't worry I wouldn't want too," he said just before he once again took possession of her mouth with his.
Cole didn't stop at her lips this time, however; instead he trailed wet kisses down her neck and onto her breasts. Phoebe felt awash in sensation. She buried her hands in his thick black hair and pulled him closer. Magic was a thrill but not even it could compare to the marvel of sharing this physical wonder with Cole. She began returning his favors caress for caress.
The giving and sharing went on almost endlessly until their yearning for union was too much to bear. Cole merged their bodies as he looked down into Phoebe's eyes. Marriage wasn't at all what she'd been lead to expect, Phoebe thought, it wasn't about surrendering or loosing one's self to another.
It was instead about rightness, belonging, loving, and coming home. In fact as she felt herself building to a crescendo like the waves outside, she came to a moment of self- realization. She was no longer the scared little girl afraid of being abandoned. She was a strong, mature woman, who would always have a secure harbor in her husband's arms. With that last thought she gave herself completely over to her pleasure and his.