Godsmacked—Chapter 4
By JewWitch
All the Usual Disclaimers Apply
Rating note: Though I have given this story an overall rating of T, this chapter is rated M. Be warned!
Notes:
Power of 4—I agree, Prue totally needs (and deserves) a booty call, and it will happen—as soon as I can manage to get these stubborn people to get over themselves already! (They don't always want to do what I tell them…)
Paige Halliwell—just for the record, if Rose had been around when Charmed first started, she would've been just as much of a reason for me to watch as Alyssa. I absolutely adore her (could ya tell?) Not only is she drop-dead gorgeous, but she is a completely kick-ass actress with a classical training in 90's indie film, which, as far as I am concerned, was the golden age of independent film. And, I think she plays Paige's character perfectly. I'd be hard pressed to choose between Paige and Phoebe…luckily, I don't have to! ;)
Chapter 4Phoebe let out a long, liquid sigh as the morning light drew her out of her slumber. She stretched lazily against her girlfriend's naked body, soaking up the delicious sensations of waking up next to Paige. Her body was so warm when she slept, like a puppy. Eyes still closed, Phoebe nuzzled the soft skin of Paige's neck, breathing in her familiar scent. Her lips formed a smile against smooth skin as she felt the vibration of a soft sigh of pleasure coming from her still sleeping girlfriend. Opening her eyes at last, Phoebe's grin turned wicked. She loved the small sounds Paige made when she was getting turned on; and when she was asleep, the breathy moans and whimpers were even more intoxicating. So innocent, Phoebe thought as she looked down at the sleeping face below her. How could Paige look so incredibly young and childlike, and so damn hot and sexy at the same time? Phoebe's pulse began to race as another soft moan came from Paige, who shifted slightly under the teasing fingers grazing over her arm. She loved waking Paige up this way; it had become a game, to see how long she could touch and tease her girlfriend before she woke up. She enjoyed this even more than the mornings she found herself awakened in the same manner, with Paige grinning over her.
Phoebe's wandering fingers finally trailed from Paige's arm, to her perfect breasts. Her touch was feather-light, but even this whisper of sensation caused a reaction, as Paige's back arched involuntarily, and another long, low sigh almost caused Phoebe to lose her head completely and ravage Paige on the spot. But no, she reminded herself; slow. Paige liked it slow. And anything Paige liked, Phoebe liked to do to her.
Curling up against the sleeping girl's side, Phoebe gently began running her foot up and down Paige's leg, grazing her with her toes. At the same time, she continued to tease Paige's sensitive breasts with the flat of her palm, watching in fascination as the rosy nipple hardened under her light touch.
"Ohhhhh…" Paige moaned loudly, arching up again, an adorable frown quirking her face when she met empty air. "Phoebe," she murmured, beginning to squirm as her breathing quickened, and a faint pink flush rose in her pale face. Phoebe felt her own breathing speeding up, too, as her pulse began to throb between her legs. Good Goddess! Paige was better than any drug on the planet. Phoebe leaned down and began to nuzzle her girlfriend's sensitive breasts, brushing ever so lightly over the incomparably soft skin with her lips and teeth. The hand she wasn't leaning on was busy drawing teasing circles around Paige's bellybutton. This time, when Paige arched up against her with a throaty cry of pleasure, she was rewarded with more contact with the warm body above her. Glancing up, Phoebe saw Paige's eyes fluttering; she was teetering on the edge between sleep and awakening, and Phoebe was determined to make the transition as pleasurable as possible. Snaking out her tongue, Phoebe licked Paige's nipple hard, then began to nibble on it like candy. Her hand grazed down from the sweet little bellybutton to tease Paige's inner thighs, hot and slick with her arousal. Paige shrieked in ecstasy, her hand snaking into Phoebe's hair as her eyes finally opened in a daze.
"Oh, Jesus, Phoebe…" she gasped, followed by what sounded for all the world like a cat's meow. Phoebe looked up from her girlfriend's delicious breasts, an expression of almost primal hunger in her dark eyes.
"You are so fucking beautiful, baby," Phoebe growled, laying fully on top of Paige's long, lean body to kiss her passionately. They both groaned appreciatively at the sensation of skin on skin, bare stomach to bare stomach.
"Please, Phoebe, please," Paige whimpered, writhing helplessly under the small, surprisingly strong body above her.
"I love you, Paige," Phoebe whispered. She felt her head bump against the ceiling as her hand dipped between Paige's legs.
When the pair finally found their way down to breakfast, they both had big, goofy smiles plastered to their faces. They walked into the kitchen hand in hand, and after getting their coffee, Phoebe crawled into Paige's lap and began playing with her hair.
"It's nice to see you two getting along again," Piper remarked from the stove with a wry grin. She was scrambling a large pan of eggs, while Prue stood beside her cutting up a pineapple and several melons.
"Mmm-hmm," Phoebe murmured, lost in Paige's dark eyes. Paige was tracing patterns on Phoebe's thigh with her fingertips. Dawn looked across the table at them and smiled, relieved to see that the previous day's falling out had not been serious. She couldn't stand it when people fought, especially the people who kept her safe.
"Since you're both in such a good mood, why don't you tackle the dishes?" Prue asked innocently, gesturing toward the full sink.
"Uh-huh," Paige mumbled, her eyes still locked with Phoebe's. Then she blinked and shook her head slightly. "Wait…what?"
"Never mind," Prue laughed.
"So, everything back to normal with your powers now that you're all lovey-dovey again?" Piper asked as she tipped the large pile of scrambled eggs onto a serving plate.
"Our powers?" Phoebe blinked nervously at her girlfriend, who nodded encouragingly at her. "Well, it's funny you should mention that, Piper…" Everyone looked up in alarm. "No, it's okay, I didn't mean—our powers are fine," Phoebe assured the group, all whom visibly relaxed. "But the thing is, we might…all of us…be getting a lot more power very soon."
"Phoebe, what are you talking about?" Prue asked, eyes narrowing suspiciously.
"Well, last night, Paige and I got a visit from…um…Artemis."
"The Goddess?" Prue gaped.
"Yep, that's the one. She offered us, well all of us I mean, a deal."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Back it up a few steps for me here, sparky." Piper was looking back and forth between her sisters in confusion.
"She knew about the Glory situation," Paige offered, her fingers grazing unselfconsciously under the hem of Phoebe's tank top as she spoke. "All the gods do, apparently…and they want to help us. Only they're not supposed to, cause way back in ancient Greece the Elders passed a law that forbids direct contact between gods and mortals, cause every time it happened it was always such a mess. You know all those myths…the mortals always end up being turned into a cow or a peacock, or something."
"Oooh, I already don't like where this is going," Prue groaned.
"Well you're going to like it even less in a minute," Phoebe said apologetically, "cause they've found a way to break through and make contact through Paige and me. I guess Artemis has been watching over us…she's the one who gave us the power-sharing, and the ability to sense each other." Across the table, Willow and Tara shared a secret smile.
"Okay, so what do they want us to do?" Prue broke in, in her usual direct manner.
"They want to make us gods," Phoebe said quietly. This statement was met with stone cold silence.
"Not all of us," Paige quickly amended. "Just three, and each of those needs another one of us as a magical anchor. And, the god thing, it wouldn't be permanent—just long enough for us to combine our powers and destroy Glory."
"All right, angel-girl! Way to pull out the big guns!" Faith grinned, leaning against the doorway. "I am totally down for this. When do I get to open up a can of whoop-ass?"
"Sorry Faith," Paige smirked, not looking sorry at all. "Only witches can receive the powers of the gods…and they've already requested that Phoebe and her sister be the ones to carry the powers. Tara, Willow and I will be the anchors. That is," she broke off with a glance toward the two speechless witches, "if you guys are game."
"Of course we are!" Willow squealed, going very red in the face. Turning quickly to her girlfriend, she asked somewhat hesitantly, "we are, aren't we?"
"Yes," Tara said firmly, smiling her most assuring smile at her redheaded counterpart.
"Man, this blows chunks," Faith groused, going over to the table and serving herself a large helping of breakfast. "I don't see why I couldn't get my goddess on."