Love Triumphant
Love's First Steps
Chapter XXVII
John wondered if this was the Ambrosia everyone was talking about. Prue's kiss sure made him feel invincible. He certainly was no stranger to passion but this was so much more. Prue's hands wound themselves in his hair as she urged him closer. He went willingly and deepened the kiss they shared.
He grudgingly withdrew his lips from hers a few seconds later. "That was incredible," John sighed. "You're telling me. "So why are we stopping?" Prue asked as she pulled off his shirt, which she had unbuttoned without his even knowing it. Man she was talented. "Well there is the little detail that we need to breathe. Not to mention the fact that this isn't how I want it to go between us," John informed her.
Prue pulled completely away from him. That should have been his first clue that trouble was coming. The mutinous look on her face should have been another. "What exactly are you saying?" she asked. "What I'm saying is that I've engaged in a lot of cheap meaningless sex in my life and I don't want it to be like that anymore," he replied.
Suddenly John felt a fist in his gut and saw flashing lights. When he recovered he noted Prue was gone. Why couldn't he have fallen in love with a wall- flower or at least a nice normal woman? John wondered. No the fates had to choose for him a witch goddess who packed a hell of a punch. Okay so maybe he wasn't explaining himself right. He had already warned her that he wasn't an expert at these sorts of things but she could have at least given him a chance to bumble through the rest of what he was going to say.
John wondered where the heck she had gone and how he was going to find her. He didn't have to wait long for his answer. He heard sounds of huge thumps against the floor above him along with breaking glass. John had a feeling he was going to spend most of his immortality dodging flying objects. The lady sure did have a temper.
Bracing himself he raced out of the room and up the stairway following his ears. He was so intent on getting to the little witch before she hurt herself that he didn't even notice Patty and Victor huddled in close conversation in the hallway. John also didn't hear Victor ask "what was that a whirling dervish?" Nor did he hear Patty's reply, "No that was just a half naked man chasing after your eldest daughter who is throwing a temper tantrum in the attic." "Oh is that all," Victor commented. "Is that all? Don't you have anything else to say on the matter?" Patty asked. "Yes as a matter of fact I do. It is about damn time. Good luck John," he shouted. Then he and Patty burst into hysterical laughter.
Prue was just picking up a lamp when John entered the attic. At the sound of the door opening she had turned and was aiming it at him. "You don't want to that," he warned her. "I may not have my powers yet but when I get them, I'll make sure you get treated like the spoiled brat you're acting like. Plus while I'm at it, speaking of my powers, no fair orbing out on me until I have an equal advantage."
"You're talking as if you are actually going to be around," she hissed. " Well that is because I am. That is if you don't manage to kill me before my induction ceremony in three weeks. Lord you are a frustrating creature."
"It takes one to know one and besides if you don't like my company you can always leave the Mansion. There is plenty of room on Olympus and the base of the agency on earth is sufficiently large. You never have to set eyes on me, if you don't want too."
"Oh I plan to be setting a lot more than my eyes upon you lady and you are not getting rid of me, know matter how hard you try to drive me away." "Call me crazy but aren't you the man who said about five minutes ago that you didn't want to engage in, what did you call it, oh yeah, cheap meaningless sex anymore? So you'd better leave before the mean old wicked witch corrupts your new found virtue."
"Prue that is not what I meant and you know it, or that is you would if you'd have actually let me finish what I was trying to say to you." "Isn't that too bad," she shouted at him. "Maybe it was because I didn't want to hear it."
"Yes you do and you are going to." John knew he was taking his life in his hands but he risked moving closer to her anyway. When she didn't make a move to zap him, he really took a risk. He took the lamp out of her hands and set it down on a table nearby. Then he drew Prue into his arms. John felt inordinately pleased when she didn't disappear or slap him silly; perhaps victory was close at hand, even though she was standing very stiffly in his grasp.
"I was trying to tell you that before we get too completely wrapped up in the physical side of our relationship there is something I want you to know. Prue, we may have just met on this go around, heck we haven't even had a first date yet so this may seem a bit unbelievable but I mean every word I'm about to say.
I've never made promises to anyone in my life but I want to make them to you. I need to tell you that I want to be faithful, dependable, and most of all there whenever you need me. I've used the past hurts in my life as a barrier to keep people at arms length and even worse as an excuse to act like a selfish bastard. What I was so badly trying to communicate in your bedroom was that I've been a taker in every previous relationship I've had with women, and I don't want to be that anymore. I want to be the type of man and lover who knows how to give."
"John, you don't hav..." "Shush," he said while a solo finger also blocked her words. "I know from what I've learned about you that you've always been a benefactress. You've been there for innocents, friends, and your sisters. It is time someone put you on the receiving end. All I'm asking of you Prue is that you let me be that someone. Will you help me learn to be the giver?" with that John stopped talking and waited with baited breath for her response.
He breathed an audible sigh of relief when Prue relaxed in his arms and asked, "And just what do you want to give me Agent Grant?" He winked at her and whispered in her ear about what he had in mind. She giggled delightedly and slapped him lightly on the shoulder. "My, my, my, you are one naughty, naughty, man."
"Yeah, well I should also tell you that while I intend to mend my ways in many matters, there are a few things that I don't think I can change. I'll never be an angel," John said in response.
Prue laughed. "That is okay because I'll let you in on a little family secret. Like Phoebe, I've always had a soft spot in my heart for the bad boys," she said as her tongue began outlining the shell of his right earlobe. Piper's the one who is into angels." "Then I guess it's for sure," he said before bussing her on the lips. "What's for sure?" she replied returning his kiss. "We are one another's soul mates," with that he picked her up and she orbed them back to her bedroom where the giving could begin.
Love's First Steps
Chapter XXVII
John wondered if this was the Ambrosia everyone was talking about. Prue's kiss sure made him feel invincible. He certainly was no stranger to passion but this was so much more. Prue's hands wound themselves in his hair as she urged him closer. He went willingly and deepened the kiss they shared.
He grudgingly withdrew his lips from hers a few seconds later. "That was incredible," John sighed. "You're telling me. "So why are we stopping?" Prue asked as she pulled off his shirt, which she had unbuttoned without his even knowing it. Man she was talented. "Well there is the little detail that we need to breathe. Not to mention the fact that this isn't how I want it to go between us," John informed her.
Prue pulled completely away from him. That should have been his first clue that trouble was coming. The mutinous look on her face should have been another. "What exactly are you saying?" she asked. "What I'm saying is that I've engaged in a lot of cheap meaningless sex in my life and I don't want it to be like that anymore," he replied.
Suddenly John felt a fist in his gut and saw flashing lights. When he recovered he noted Prue was gone. Why couldn't he have fallen in love with a wall- flower or at least a nice normal woman? John wondered. No the fates had to choose for him a witch goddess who packed a hell of a punch. Okay so maybe he wasn't explaining himself right. He had already warned her that he wasn't an expert at these sorts of things but she could have at least given him a chance to bumble through the rest of what he was going to say.
John wondered where the heck she had gone and how he was going to find her. He didn't have to wait long for his answer. He heard sounds of huge thumps against the floor above him along with breaking glass. John had a feeling he was going to spend most of his immortality dodging flying objects. The lady sure did have a temper.
Bracing himself he raced out of the room and up the stairway following his ears. He was so intent on getting to the little witch before she hurt herself that he didn't even notice Patty and Victor huddled in close conversation in the hallway. John also didn't hear Victor ask "what was that a whirling dervish?" Nor did he hear Patty's reply, "No that was just a half naked man chasing after your eldest daughter who is throwing a temper tantrum in the attic." "Oh is that all," Victor commented. "Is that all? Don't you have anything else to say on the matter?" Patty asked. "Yes as a matter of fact I do. It is about damn time. Good luck John," he shouted. Then he and Patty burst into hysterical laughter.
Prue was just picking up a lamp when John entered the attic. At the sound of the door opening she had turned and was aiming it at him. "You don't want to that," he warned her. "I may not have my powers yet but when I get them, I'll make sure you get treated like the spoiled brat you're acting like. Plus while I'm at it, speaking of my powers, no fair orbing out on me until I have an equal advantage."
"You're talking as if you are actually going to be around," she hissed. " Well that is because I am. That is if you don't manage to kill me before my induction ceremony in three weeks. Lord you are a frustrating creature."
"It takes one to know one and besides if you don't like my company you can always leave the Mansion. There is plenty of room on Olympus and the base of the agency on earth is sufficiently large. You never have to set eyes on me, if you don't want too."
"Oh I plan to be setting a lot more than my eyes upon you lady and you are not getting rid of me, know matter how hard you try to drive me away." "Call me crazy but aren't you the man who said about five minutes ago that you didn't want to engage in, what did you call it, oh yeah, cheap meaningless sex anymore? So you'd better leave before the mean old wicked witch corrupts your new found virtue."
"Prue that is not what I meant and you know it, or that is you would if you'd have actually let me finish what I was trying to say to you." "Isn't that too bad," she shouted at him. "Maybe it was because I didn't want to hear it."
"Yes you do and you are going to." John knew he was taking his life in his hands but he risked moving closer to her anyway. When she didn't make a move to zap him, he really took a risk. He took the lamp out of her hands and set it down on a table nearby. Then he drew Prue into his arms. John felt inordinately pleased when she didn't disappear or slap him silly; perhaps victory was close at hand, even though she was standing very stiffly in his grasp.
"I was trying to tell you that before we get too completely wrapped up in the physical side of our relationship there is something I want you to know. Prue, we may have just met on this go around, heck we haven't even had a first date yet so this may seem a bit unbelievable but I mean every word I'm about to say.
I've never made promises to anyone in my life but I want to make them to you. I need to tell you that I want to be faithful, dependable, and most of all there whenever you need me. I've used the past hurts in my life as a barrier to keep people at arms length and even worse as an excuse to act like a selfish bastard. What I was so badly trying to communicate in your bedroom was that I've been a taker in every previous relationship I've had with women, and I don't want to be that anymore. I want to be the type of man and lover who knows how to give."
"John, you don't hav..." "Shush," he said while a solo finger also blocked her words. "I know from what I've learned about you that you've always been a benefactress. You've been there for innocents, friends, and your sisters. It is time someone put you on the receiving end. All I'm asking of you Prue is that you let me be that someone. Will you help me learn to be the giver?" with that John stopped talking and waited with baited breath for her response.
He breathed an audible sigh of relief when Prue relaxed in his arms and asked, "And just what do you want to give me Agent Grant?" He winked at her and whispered in her ear about what he had in mind. She giggled delightedly and slapped him lightly on the shoulder. "My, my, my, you are one naughty, naughty, man."
"Yeah, well I should also tell you that while I intend to mend my ways in many matters, there are a few things that I don't think I can change. I'll never be an angel," John said in response.
Prue laughed. "That is okay because I'll let you in on a little family secret. Like Phoebe, I've always had a soft spot in my heart for the bad boys," she said as her tongue began outlining the shell of his right earlobe. Piper's the one who is into angels." "Then I guess it's for sure," he said before bussing her on the lips. "What's for sure?" she replied returning his kiss. "We are one another's soul mates," with that he picked her up and she orbed them back to her bedroom where the giving could begin.