Disclaimer: I do not own, nor will I ever own Charmed, any of its characters, plot lines, etc. All I own is this fanfic right here. Also, the song I've written in is called "Maniacle Man" and is by a baned named Zelazowa-- whose drummer I talk to frequently, I might add :D You should check out their CD; very cool. (gives thumbs up)

Author's Note: Eek! I haven't updated since forever! I'm soo sorry! It's just that things kept on happening. First, I got sick. Then there was my case of writer's block. Then school started. Then there was homework to be done. And then there's my crazy work schedule to keep up with. I barely had time to sleep, let alone write another chapter! (Wednesdays, for example, I'm at school from 8am-9pm.) Again, I'm so sorry! Well, anyway, here's the epilogue that, like, only two people out there have been waiting for. (Sigh) If only I had more time to focus on my writing….

So, hey, do the C2 archives now accept M-rated stories? I hope so! Otherwise, this little ol' ficcy would have to be removed, now wouldn't it? (Grins) Yeah, see, I wanted to have a slightly steamy reunion for my favorite Charmed couple, so I had to up the rating. I mean, not only have you not seen the love of your life in who-knows-how-long, but you also were the only witness to their death? Hello! They're not exactly gonna sit down for some Yankees talk over a couple of beers and crackers….

IMPORTANT:
This chapter is rated "R." If you are under age, I would recommened that you not read this. Now, I understand that saying this wouldn't stop some from reading any R-rated material, but honestly, that's completely on your conscience. I've cleared mine by at least giving you a fair warning.

Story Title: Discussing Chris' Letter

Chapter Title: Time Will Tell

Author: Grey Daze's Nirvana

Status: Complete

Chris couldn't believe his eyes. The sight before him was breathtaking. Bianca seemed to have remained unchanged. Her soft, dark hair was cascading down her shoulders and easily reached down to her back.

Wasting my time is all I do
Bite my nails, hours pass

He closed his mouth (which seemed to have been left open in shock), and never left her yes, her form…. He could anticipate tears of happiness before they blurred his vision and turned the girl in front of him of an even more ethereal beauty.

Bianca crossed the room toward him with a voluptuous smile showing on her lips. The swaying of her hips as she came forward obliged him to step back. Chris was unfortunately still trapped between his happiness and scepticism.

Bianca stopped mere inches away from him. Chris could feel her warmth, so close he wasn't able to avoid the flow of memories flooding his mind. She only came closer, putting an end to the distance between their bodies. She cupped his face between her slim fingers and traced them all over of Chris' features, as if trying to memorize what she had already learned by heart.

The day is through
And I have you; still, I have you

The air around the room seemed heavy, charged with emotions, and the scent of her lingered in every grasp of air he could take.

Looking intently at her eyes, he was about to get lost in those dark orbs, when Bianca drew him closer and graced his lips with the softest of kisses. Chris abandoned himself to it and placed his hands on Bianca's hips. Some kind of saddened bewilderment took over him and, stopping the kiss, he hugged her tightly, clinging to her. He sank his face in the crook of her neck and nibbled at it, tracing the curve of her jaw line with butterfly kisses.

Leaving her hips, Chris' hand travelled over her body until his fingers reached the low neck of her blouse, his lips lowering down to her collarbone. He could hear her breath becoming uneven when he reached her breasts and gently massaged them through the material of her dress.

You enter my mind
I close my eyes

Bianca found his lips and kissed him passionately, while he struggled to get rid of her dress and unfasten her bra. Chris took off his shirt while Bianca pressed herself against him, rubbing herself against his burning chest. She kissed Chris even deeper, not able to suppress a moan. They parted for a moment to get free of the rest of their clothing.

Chris already was already aroused. Bianca closed the distance between them and threw her arms around his neck. He sucked at her lower lip.

The deed is done; the deed is done
This time I'll come
Tonight, you're not alone

Bianca roamed his chest, teasing his nipples, and began to rock her hips against him.

Chris couldn't take this punishment any longer; he had missed her too much. He took her to the cot across the room and watched her lie down on the covers, inviting him, always so graceful and so beautiful.

So many things I want you to do
Please wear this, move this way, hold it right there
Just stay right there

Doubt took hold of him once again, but he shrugged it off with a smile to her while crawling over the bed on top of her. Chris spread her thighs with his knee and kissed her breasts, caressing her neck while doing so. Bianca hadn't noticed his heavy breathing until she felt his hot breath on her belly, while his tongue played with her navel.

She pulled him up for another kiss and wrapped her legs around him, pressing her thighs to his waist. He looked her in the eyes while rocking his hips. She arched her back lost in pleasure and Chris plunged into her, in one single thrust, all the way to the hilt. He buried himself into her, never leaving her eyes. A loud throaty moan escaped Bianca's throat while she urged him to move.

Chris picked up a steady pace until he couldn't take it any longer and got faster and rougher. His groans got lost, mingled with her moans. The love he felt for her made him lose control, and sensed their climax too close.

A few more thrusts and she orgasmed, arching her back and lifting him with her hips. Chris lost himself and with one last deep thrust left his seed inside of her. Panting heavily, he rolled to his side and held Bianca close to him, cradling her between his arms. Both were smiling widely and dozing off into sleep, while drowning in the pleasure of the afterglow, and Chris refusing to worry over Bianca's departure back to the dead in a matter of hours.

I hate my life; I hate yours too
And when you die, my love dies with you

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Ugh, yes, insanely crappy, anti-climatic ending I've got here, huh? Well, there's not much I can do about that at the moment. I mean, I know I get seriously annoyed when I'm reading a WIP and they take, literally, years to update, so I decided to just post what I already have and maybe come back in a few months (when I have more time) and add some actual plot to this chapter. Which isn't saying much, because I've even had to pause on the other stories I've been working on :(

Thanks to all those who've read this story so far, and a special thanks to those who've reviewed, including Stoneage Woman and The Halliwell's little Angel (who reviewed the previous chapter.)

Thanks to my online buddy Aline for the immense help she's given me in writing this chapter.