Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed.
Tales of December
a story by Ryeloza
Glen: December 19, 1994
This was a bad idea. A really, really bad idea.
His hand drifted down and squeezed Paige's ass, pulling her flush against his body.
Such a bad idea.
Glen wasn't even sure how he'd ended up with his best friend's tongue down his throat and her breasts pressed up against his chest and one of his hands completely tangled in her dark hair.
But was a terribly bad idea. Paige was his best friend. They'd tried this dating thing before and it had been a catastrophe. And she was his best friend.
God, what was she doing with her hands? She had to stop. Oh, what a bad idea.
Paige moaned into his mouth and Glen became completely unhinged. He had to get to the couch, now. Without much thought, Glen began to guide her towards the couch, his eyes still closed. She felt so fantastic, so perfect, so not Paige-his-best-friend that he never wanted it to end.
So of course the next moment he drove Paige right into the Christmas tree. She pulled away to shriek, and still stuck together like glue, they and the tree all tumbled to the ground. He heard ornaments shatter; he heard the tree stand scratch against the hardwood floor. He was lying on top of Paige in a forest of pine needles.
"Oh fuck," Paige said.
Such a bad idea.