Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. I just took them out for a spin
and made them do naughty things.
Charmed: The Tie That Binds Part 2 (FF,inc)
by JT Langdon
In the dream, Phoebe watched Prue die.
Piper and Prue were standing in the foyer of Halliwell Manor with a faceless
man in a lab coat and hospital scrubs. The look on Prue's face was intense,
determined . . . focused. Phoebe had seen the look many times before and it
usually sent the most pleasant shiver down her back. But not now. For the
first time she could remember, that look scared her.
"Phoebe?" Prue intoned.
Phoebe tried to answer but for some reason she couldn't get the words out of
her mouth. What the hell was going on? Why couldn't she call out to Prue?
"Phoebe, are you there?" Prue asked again.
Once again Phoebe tried to answer her sister, and once again she failed. Her
mouth formed the words but no sound came out. Gods! This was so stupid! It
was like she'd forgotten how to talk! She tried over and over again, getting
more frustrated with each new attempt. Just one fucking word! Was that asking
But just as Phoebe made one last-ditch effort to answer Prue a small tornado
burst through the front door. Oh no, Phoebe thought. Her mind screamed at
Prue and Piper to look out as the swirling gust of wind moved through the
"Phoebe," an exasperated Prue wailed, "where are you?"
I'm right here, Prue, Phoebe thought.
The high-powered winds of the tornado sent Prue and Piper tumbling to the
floor. No! Phoebe tried to rush forward, to go to her sisters . . . but she
couldn't move her legs an inch. She felt like she was up to her waist in tar,
trapped. Then a loud clap of thunder boomed through the Manor and the tornado
settled into the form of a demon.
"Dear God," the doctor muttered.
Shax looked at the doctor, an evil smile spreading across its demonic face as
it started for him.
"No!" Prue cried. She got off the floor and pushed the doctor out of the way
before Shax could get to him. Incensed, Shax threw an energy ball at Prue
that sent her sailing across the room and crashing through the wall.
Phoebe doubled over in pain. Watching Prue go through the wall hit her like
a kick in the gut. Please . . . dear God . . . no! Not Prue . . . not her
sister . . . she had to help her! But Phoebe couldn't move. She fought to
break free of the invisible chains anchoring her in place but she just could
Through the tears streaming down her face Phoebe saw Piper get up and go
after Shax. But Piper was no more successful than Prue. Shax conjured up a
ball of energy and hurled it at her, sending Piper across the room and into
the wall. Then she fell into a crumpled heap next to an unmoving Prue.
Summoning all the strength she could muster, Phoebe struggled to escape from
whatever force kept her from Prue and Piper. She grunted and groaned with the
effort, but the harder she worked to reach her sisters the more distant Prue
and Piper seemed. Phoebe refused to give up. She wouldn't let Prue die. If
she could just get to her in time! But Phoebe could feel Prue slipping away,
despite her determination to save her sister. She stretched to reach her, to
grab hold of her, but Prue was just beyond her grasp.
Please, thought Phoebe. Don't die, Prue . . . please don't die . . . NO!
Phoebe woke up with a start, gasping for breath. For a moment she wasn't
exactly sure where she was . . . or even when she was. Past . . .
present . . . future . . . she had visited them all, been to Heaven and Hell
and back again. She could have been anywhere and everywhere. But the warmth
of someone else in her bed brought it all back in a flash.
Taking a deep, calming breath, Phoebe glanced over at the woman sleeping next
to her. In the light of a new morning Paige looked even more beautiful than
she remembered, tangled up in the sheets, face mashed into the pillow,
snoring softly. How adorable! Phoebe twined her fingers in Paige's hair with
deep affection, memories of the night before racing through her mind . . .
chasing off the lingering images from her nightmare. She was falling for this
woman. No doubt about it. Just like she had fallen for Prue and Piper, Phoebe
could feel her intense emotions for Paige coming to a head.
And speaking of head, Phoebe thought with a grin. She seemed to recall being
awakened at three in the morning to a ravenous mouth on her cunt and thought
to return the favor. But Paige looked so content sleeping there that Phoebe
decided to let her sister rest. Something told her both of them would need
it . . . and not just because the Halliwell sisters could never keep their
hands off each other for more than five minutes.
Phoebe glanced at the clock. It was after eight. Sleeping in sounded great.
Waking Paige for a morning romp between the sheets sounded even better! But
she needed to get moving. There was a demon out there with a bead on them.
She couldn't lose sight of that.
Stealing one more look at Paige, Phoebe carefully slipped out of bed, grabbed
a kimono and tiptoed out of the room. She headed down the hall to the
bathroom and was surprised -though pleased- to find Piper getting ready to
take a shower. Talk about good timing! She walked up behind Piper and hugged
her from behind.
"Well, good morning," Phoebe said. She pushed Piper's hair to one side and
began kissing the nape of her neck. Usually that drove Piper wild but her
sister seemed unusually tense this morning. After the demon-attack last
night, that didn't surprise Phoebe at all.
Piper wrenched free of her embrace and ran the shower. The room quickly began
to fill up with tendrils of steam. "You're up early."
"I wanted to do some research on Xnar," Phoebe said. "I'll see if I can come
up with a vanquishing potion, just in case."
Piper nodded. "We should probably stock up on a few witchy ingredients." She
let her robe fall to the floor and stepped into the shower stall.
"I was thinking about that," Phoebe said while she ogled her sister through
the shower door. In the name of all that was good! Piper had the most
incredible body! Gorgeous! The more Phoebe watched her, the more trouble she
had breathing normally. "Hey, you wanna go to Chinatown? We could pick up
supplies then have lunch together."
"Sure," Piper said. But it didn't sound like her heart was in it.
Phoebe didn't like the vibe she was getting from Piper. What the hell was
wrong with her? Did she get into a fight with Leo? She had to find out. "So.
What time did Leo get home last night?"
"He didn't," Piper said.
Well that explained a lot, Phoebe thought. Aloud she said, "I'm sorry,
Piper waved off her sympathy and started to shampoo her hair. "That's what I
get for being married to a whitelighter. He hogs the covers anyway."
"You didn't have to sleep alone," Phoebe reminded her.
"I didn't think you had room in your bed last night."
The edge in Piper's voice stopped Phoebe cold. Was that what the cold
shoulder treatment was all about? Gods! She couldn't believe it! But no. It
couldn't be what she was thinking. Or could it? Was Piper actually jealous
Shrugging out of her kimono, Phoebe got into the shower with Piper. She spun
her sister around and stared straight at her. "Listen to me. There is always
room in my bed for you. How could you even think otherwise?"
Piper answered with silence.
"Oh, hon," Phoebe whispered. She took Piper's chin in hand and gave her
sister a stern look. "Tell me you aren't serious."
Piper turned from her. "You slept with her."
"And that bothers you," Phoebe said.
"I . . ." Piper looked at her and sighed. "I thought we would take that step
together . . . when both of us were ready."
"I didn't plan it, you know. It just happened."
Piper screwed up her face. "That is such a tired cliche."
"That doesn't make it any less true."
"Or any less hurtful," Piper countered.
That made Phoebe cringe. She had been so caught up in the moment, so
entranced with Paige, so consumed with lust, she didn't stop to think about
Piper down the hall. "I'm sorry." She cupped Piper's face in both hands. "I
would never intentionally do anything to hurt you. You know that."
"I know," Piper whispered. "I'm just being silly."
"No," Phoebe said, "you're just being you . . . and I love you." She pulled
Piper's mouth to hers and kissed her sister long and deep, taming hesitant
lips until Piper yielded to her demands. "Forgive me?"
"Yes," Piper murmured. "Always."
Phoebe kissed her sister again, delighting in the softness and sweetness of
that lush mouth. She slid her hand over Piper's breast and gave it a loving
squeezing as their tongues danced over each other in mutual -and growing-
lust. It never took much effort to stoke the fire of their passion for each
other, and even less when the two of them were naked and in the shower!
Phoebe rolled Piper's nipple between her fingers until the little nubbin
hardened in her grasp. Then she bent down and took it into her mouth, sucking
it, making Piper gasp and moan with each touch of her lips. Slender fingers
slicked back her now-wet hair, encouraging her . . . loving her. Phoebe moved
from one breast to the other, sucking each nipple, making sure both of those
luscious tits got the attention such glorious mounds deserved. She had Piper
breathless in no time.
"Please," Piper rasped. "Phoebe . . . I need your mouth on me."
The whimper in Piper's voice drove Phoebe to her knees like a sinner at the
altar on Judgment Day. She fell to the tiled floor of the shower and buried
her face in Piper's cunt, burrowing her tongue between silken folds of
woman-flesh. In answer, Piper thrust against her like a bitch in heat,
humping her face, slopping that hot pussy all over her face. Phoebe groaned
into Piper's cunt, hungrily lapping at her sister's netherlips. Without
question, Piper had the sweetest, most succulent pussy she had ever tasted.
Phoebe could not get enough of it. She gobbled up Piper's cunt like a
starved, ravenous beast, dragging one piteous moan after another across her
"Phoebe!" Piper cried. "Yes! Yes! Oh . . . God! Do me . . . do me!"
Now it was Phoebe that moaned. She used her fingers to spread her sister's
cuntlips then lightly flicked her tongue over Piper's clit. That earned her
a deep, guttural moan. So she did it again . . . then again, circling Piper's
clit with the tip of her tongue before taking the little button between her
lips and sucking it.
"Ahhh!" Piper gasped. "Yes . . . Phoebe . . . don't stop . . . make me come,
baby . . ."
There was nothing Phoebe wanted more than to do just that. She latched onto
Piper's throbbing clit and sucked it, hard, raking her tongue across it while
she did so. Her efforts paid off. She could feel Piper's cunt tightening
around her face in pre-orgasmic fits. Phoebe kicked things into overdrive,
sucking Piper's clit even harder then before, flicking the firm nub with her
tongue until Piper came with a sob of pleasure.
Phoebe remained on her knees until she licked up every last drop of Piper's
sweet cream. Satisfied that not a single morsel had been wasted Phoebe at
last got to her feet, pulling Piper into a kiss that left them both gasping
for breath in its wake.
The two of them stared at each other for the longest time then Piper reached
for the bar of soap and worked up a good lather. "Turn around," Piper said.
Phoebe did as she was told and sighed as Piper spooned against her back,
reached around, and started caressing her breasts. Slippery fingers glided
over her rock-hard nipples, making her tremble with excitement. She pushed
back against Piper, grinding her ass into her sister's crotch. Piper moaned
and leaned closer to whisper in her ear.
"Do you want it, baby?"
"Yes," Phoebe muttered. "Yes . . . please?"
"That's a good girl," Piper muttered.
Phoebe groaned as Piper's soaped-up finger slid inside her asshole. She
arched her back to meet each thrust, grunting in pleasure as Piper took her
from behind. Gods! That felt so good!
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me up the ass!"
And Piper did, thrusting those slick fingers in and out of her asshole at a
frantic pace until Phoebe thought she was going to explode. Then Piper's free
hand came out of nowhere and Phoebe found herself with two fingers up her
cunt in addition to the one up her asshole. The double penetration was more
than she could bear. Phoebe howled in ecstasy as Piper fucked her to climax,
coming so hard her kneels buckled. If not for Piper's strength and quick
reflexes she would have collapsed to the floor in a heap. Phoebe clung to her
sister for support, letting Piper hold her, content to stay just like that
for the rest of their lives.
Phoebe heard the bathroom door squeak open and glanced over Piper's shoulder
just in time to watch Paige scamper in. She was back in her Tigger nightshirt
and looking as cute as ever. Realizing she had been spotted, Paige smiled.
"Sorry," Paige said, padding across the floor. "Didn't meant to interrupt. I
just have to pee." She lifted up her nightshirt without inhibition and sat
down on the toilet, smiling at them the entire time. When she was done, she
went to the sink and washed her hands. Paige looked at them in the mirror. "I
thought I'd make breakfast. But it'll take me a while, so don't feel like you
have to hurry."
Paige turned, gave them a sly grin and a wink, then left.
Standing together in the shower stall, Phoebe and Piper were quiet for the
longest time. "You know," Piper said finally, "I hate to say this about my
own sister . . . but Paige can be really slutty sometimes."
"Yeah," Phoebe said, "and I can't wait to watch you fuck her." She waited for
the indignant look that was sure to follow then kissed it right off Piper's
face, pushing her sister back against the glass door of the shower. Since
Paige was sweet of enough to make them breakfast, Phoebe was going to make
sure she and Piper worked up an appetite.
* * *
Prue strolled naked through the main chamber of Mistress Xnar's lair like a
cat on the prowl, the dull ache in her loins from a night of lovemaking a
pleasant reminder that she was alive once more. The Mistress had proven to
be a demanding lover but also a generous one, returning in spades all the
pleasure Prue had given her. Night became morning before the two of them at
last drifted off to sleep but Prue felt refreshed, invigorated . . . eager
to start over.
This, Prue thought, taking in the cavern around her, was her reality now.
Her memories of her other life . . . of that other place . . . were vague
impressions in her mind, like bits of a dream all but forgotten.
People . . . places . . . these were formless spirits haunting her. She
belonged to Mistress Xnar now and she would do her bidding . . . she would
destroy the Charmed Ones . . . and the Mistress would reward her.
Stepping over the Gekkonidae sleeping on the floor, Prue headed back to
Xnar's bedchamber to rouse her mistress. Then she would return to the mortal
realm and kill the women she once called sisters.
* * *
"Move it or lose it, pokey," Piper growled at the car ahead of her as she
navigated the streets of downtown San Francisco. The traffic wasn't that bad,
but the people who were out and about didn't seem to have any particular
place they needed to be except in her way.
Phoebe laughed from the passenger seat. "Whoa. Go easy on the road rage, huh?
We're not late for anything."
"Yeah, I know," Piper said. Someone tried to cut her off from the right lane
and she whomped on the horn. She flicked a glance at Phoebe. "Did you see
that? What an asshole! I should blow out his fucking tires."
"Uh, honey? You need to calm down."
"I am calm," Piper snapped. Even as she said it Piper realized just how
irrational she sounded. But these people were making her nuts! Gods! She
wanted to scream! The slow drivers on the road weren't the root cause of
her frustration, though. She still had mixed feelings about Phoebe
spending the night with Paige. But she didn't know why. She wasn't
jealous. How could she be? Phoebe spent a lot of nights with Cole and
that didn't bother her. So what was it about Phoebe and Paige that got
under her skin? In the end, Piper guesses it was just too soon . . . too
soon after meeting Paige . . . too soon after Prue. She loved Paige as a
sister, of course. And she couldn't deny she found the woman attractive.
So what stopped her from just walking in and joining them last night?
Before she could think about an answer Phoebe reached over and began
stroking her thigh. She quickly lost her train of thought.
"You sure are tense for someone who spent most of the morning naked," Phoebe
Piper shuddered as Phoebe's hand moved further up her thigh, between her
legs, pressing into the crotch of her jeans. She gripped the steering wheel
with both hands and slammed back into her seat. "Shit . . . Phoebe."
"That's awfully . . . distracting."
"Want me to stop?"
Piper shook her head. She was too lost in Phoebe's touch to form a coherent
sentence. Her condition didn't get any better because Phoebe didn't stop
touching her. Her sister kept at it until they pulled into the parking lot
of the social services building where Paige worked. Piper cut the engine with
a sigh and looked at Phoebe, the impish smile that greeted her meriting a
"We're here," Piper said.
Phoebe laughed. "Yeah. I can see that."
"We should probably go in," Piper said. She noticed Phoebe's hand was still
on her thigh.
"And we will," Phoebe whispered.
When Piper and Phoebe headed inside fifteen minutes later, Paige was sitting
at her desk tapping away at her computer. Piper had to admit her sister was
awfully yummy, especially in that halter top she had on. Very nice. It wasn't
hard to understand what Phoebe saw her, or how she could have spent the night
with their new sister. Piper shook her head. She already knew Paige was
interested in pursuing more than a sisterly relationship with her. So what
was her problem?
Paige glanced up from her work, a worried look spreading across her face.
"Hey guys. Is everything okay?"
"Couldn't be better," Phoebe said.
Piper blushed. She said to Paige, "We were out shopping and thought you might
like to join us for lunch."
"Yeah," Phoebe chimed in. "You interested?"
"Mmmhmm," Paige murmured. "Just let me send this e-mail."
Once Paige was ready, the three of them headed back out to the car. Piper
kept looking over at her new little sister, admiring the curve of her breast,
her cute little butt. She might have been a pain in the neck sometimes but
damn Paige was gorgeous!
"So where do you want to eat?" Piper asked.
Paige shot her a mischievous look. "Where . . . or what?"
For the second time in five minutes Piper found herself blushing. "Where,
"Doesn't matter to me," Paige said, nudging her. "I just like eating out."
"Guys," Phoebe cut in, "I'm going to trip over all the hints you keep
Piper looked at Paige then both of them laughed. Piper said, "Let's do
Italian for lunch. The rest we'll work out later." She fished her car keys
out of her pocket, thinking about the promise the afternoon had for them
all, then gasped in shock as dark figure came out from behind the car. The
woman standing in front of them was dressed in black from head to toe, a
leather jacket over a tanktop and leather pants with boots to match. She
had long dark hair and a face that was all too familiar.
It was Prue.
"Hey guys," Prue said, "did ya miss me?"
Prue flung her arm in the air and the next thing Piper knew she was sailing
across the parking lot. She landed with a grunt in a pile of garbage with
Phoebe and Paige. Shaking the ringing from her head, Piper got to her feet
and noticed her sisters struggling to do the same next to her.
"Everyone okay?" Phoebe asked.
"Yeah," Paige said, "I think so. Was that . . . ?"
"Prue," Piper whispered.
Phoebe shook her head. "No. It can't be."
But before the discussion could escalate Prue -or whatever it was- came at
them again. The former Charmed One had a wicked smile on her face. "I just
love family reunions," she said, then used her power to knock them back into
the garbage pile.
"All right," Phoebe said, getting to her feet. "I don't care who she is, I'm
gonna kick some ass first and ask questions later."
"Phoebe!" Piper called out. But it was too little, too late. She watched
Phoebe charge after Prue, decking their older sister in the jaw. How long
had Phoebe wanted to do that? Piper wondered. But the leather-clad Prue
took the punch in stride and backhanded Phoebe in return . . . with more
force than Piper thought possible, the power of the blow sending Phoebe
into the windshield of a car parked nearby. The crash set off the car
alarm, its high-pitched shriek piercing the air.
"Who's next?" Prue asked, turning and coming at them. "Little Piper or my
"Piper! Freeze her!" Paige cried.
Piper started to do just that. She raised her hands in the air to freeze
Prue . . . then stopped. What if that really was Prue and she blew her up
instead? She still didn't have control over her new power, and that was a
mistake she just could not afford to make. Would her powers even work on
Prue? Piper couldn't be sure. Her moments of indecision ended up costing
her. Prue tossed her arm in the air and and sent a garbage can slamming
into her. Piper grunted.
At first, Piper thought her ears were ringing again. Then she realized it
was just the stupid car alarm. But there was something else, too . . . police
sirens! Those were definitely police sirens! She rolled onto all fours and
looked up. Prue had a handful of Paige's long, dark hair and was dragging her
through the parking lot. She had no choice now. She had to freeze Prue, if
she could. And if she accidentally blew Prue to kingdom come? So be it.
But Piper never got the chance. Some kind of portal opened up out of thin air
and Prue stepped through it, dragging Paige with her. The portal disappeared
as soon as the two of them went through. Piper sighed in defeat.
"Piper?" Phoebe called.
"Over here," Piper said, getting to her feet. She brushed herself off, the
taste of blood strong in her mouth.
Phoebe rushed over to her. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah," Piper said. "But Paige . . ."
"I saw," Phoebe said, panting for breath. "And we'll get her back."
"Back from where, Phebes?" Piper asked.
Phoebe didn't answer.
To be continued . . .