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Title: Today
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Charmed
Character/Pairing: Prue/Piper, Phoebe plays an important role but isn't actually in the story
Rating: Strong PG-13/T
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1_million_words Slow Sated Sunday: Slow, Sated Sunday on a Wednesday
Warning(s): Incest
Word Count: 888
Date Written: 19 December, 2015
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Spelling Entertainment, not the author, and are used without permission.
She wakes to a hand softly caressing her cheek. The sweet aromas of breakfast fill her bedroom. Prue knows Piper's baked fresh hot cakes and sausages and has coffee ready for her, as well, just the way she likes it before she ever opens her eyes, but what she doesn't expect to see when her eyes open is the note that hovers before them, undoubtedly held before her gaze by her loving sister.
"Sisters," she reads sleepily, "I called you both in today. Take the time. Relax. Enjoy yourselves; enjoy each other. We earned it after saving the world again last night. Prue, take care of that arm and let Piper take care of you. I'll be home late. You've got all day together. Love you guys! Phoebe."
Slowly, Prue shakes her head, long, raven hair sliding along her slender back. "Piper, what is this?"
"It's the note Phoebe left for us by the coffee maker this morning."
"She made the coffee?"
"Yup."
"And she wrote that? Really?"
"Yup."
"She knows."
"Yup."
"And she doesn't care."
"Yu -- "
Prue flashes her sister a teasing grin. "Can you say something besides 'Yup' this morning?"
"Yup." Piper laughs as she leans in and kisses Prue's lips, gently at first.
"I still can't believe it," she says as Piper pulls back. "All these years, we've been so careful!"
"I know. We managed to hide it from Grams but not from Phoebe, but she doesn't care, Prue. I told you she isn't all bad."
A slow smile is tugging at Prue's mouth. "I guess not."
Piper waves the note in front of her again. "She doesn't care. Or do I need to read it again to you?"
"No. I just . . . " Prue shakes her head slowly. "I just can't believe it."
"Well, believe it, and you're not going to work today."
"My arm's well, Piper. Leo healed me, remember?"
"I know Leo healed you, but that doesn't mean you can't take it easy today."
"I've got assignments due -- "
"We all have things we intended to do, but Phoebe's right, sweetheart. We deserve some down time."
"If I take down time -- "
"Your company will crumble, yadda, yadda, yadda. We both know it will still be there tomorrow. Maybe a little worse for wear, but still there. This arm," Piper says, lifting Prue's hand in hers and kisses the back of it, "needs . . . taking . . . care . . . of . . . especially . . . after . . . you . . . had it freaking . . . cut off, Prue." Every word or few words is punctuated by another tender kiss as Piper slowly works her way up Prue's arm. She barely bites back her instinctive shudder at the memory of seeing the woman she loves with her arm cut off, blood gushing from the hole in her shoulder where her arm had once been attached.
She's not sore. If she didn't know better, she would have thought last night had just been a terrible, terrible nightmare. She's completely well; she feels fine. But she sees the remembered fear in her sister's loving eyes, feels the heat she's searing in the trail up in her arm, aches from the thought of when last they truly had alone time together, and she knows there's nothing more in the world she wants than more time with her Piper.
The hand that wasn't there for too long last night rises to cup Piper's cheek. She caresses her tenderly, softly, lovingly as she gazes up into her sweet, brown eyes. "Well, then," she asks, teasing again, "are you going to join me or just fret over an arm that's completely well?"
"Right after I feed you, young lady," Piper teases back with a wriggle of her nose. She cuts off a small piece of hot cake drenched in syrup, whipped cream, and fresh strawberries. Prue slips it off of the fork with her lips and tongue but hesitate for a moment, sucking at the fork's prongs. Then, slowly, she pulls her mouth off of the fork. Piper leans in again, kissing Prue's lips, savoring the sweetness, and sharing the bite.
As she moves to cut off another bite with the fork, Prue whispers, although there's no longer any needing for whispering, "Tell me you brought the whipped cream."
"That," Piper answers with a wink, "is for dessert. Eat your breakfast first." This time, she straddles her, bare flesh rubbing against barely clothed knees as she leans in and delivers the second bite to her mouth. As she watches her eat, she knows today will be a day of slow, sweet loving to be remembered for the rest of their lives, however short or long they may be.
She pushes aside the latter part of that thought. Whatever remains ahead of them, however horrible, doesn't matter today. What matters is they have each other, they love each other, and they have all day to experience that love. She replaces her fork with her lips again, promising them both silently that she won't dwell on whatever dark, future possibilities their lives as Charmed Ones may have. Today is all about them, and they're going to take it and enjoy it, and each other, to the utmost. Prue's tongue drives the rest of Piper's thoughts sweetly from her mind.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Charmed
Character/Pairing: Prue/Piper, Phoebe plays an important role but isn't actually in the story
Rating: Strong PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt:
1_million_words Slow Sated Sunday: Slow, Sated Sunday on a WednesdayWarning(s): Incest
Word Count: 888
Date Written: 19 December, 2015
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Spelling Entertainment, not the author, and are used without permission.
She wakes to a hand softly caressing her cheek. The sweet aromas of breakfast fill her bedroom. Prue knows Piper's baked fresh hot cakes and sausages and has coffee ready for her, as well, just the way she likes it before she ever opens her eyes, but what she doesn't expect to see when her eyes open is the note that hovers before them, undoubtedly held before her gaze by her loving sister.
"Sisters," she reads sleepily, "I called you both in today. Take the time. Relax. Enjoy yourselves; enjoy each other. We earned it after saving the world again last night. Prue, take care of that arm and let Piper take care of you. I'll be home late. You've got all day together. Love you guys! Phoebe."
Slowly, Prue shakes her head, long, raven hair sliding along her slender back. "Piper, what is this?"
"It's the note Phoebe left for us by the coffee maker this morning."
"She made the coffee?"
"Yup."
"And she wrote that? Really?"
"Yup."
"She knows."
"Yup."
"And she doesn't care."
"Yu -- "
Prue flashes her sister a teasing grin. "Can you say something besides 'Yup' this morning?"
"Yup." Piper laughs as she leans in and kisses Prue's lips, gently at first.
"I still can't believe it," she says as Piper pulls back. "All these years, we've been so careful!"
"I know. We managed to hide it from Grams but not from Phoebe, but she doesn't care, Prue. I told you she isn't all bad."
A slow smile is tugging at Prue's mouth. "I guess not."
Piper waves the note in front of her again. "She doesn't care. Or do I need to read it again to you?"
"No. I just . . . " Prue shakes her head slowly. "I just can't believe it."
"Well, believe it, and you're not going to work today."
"My arm's well, Piper. Leo healed me, remember?"
"I know Leo healed you, but that doesn't mean you can't take it easy today."
"I've got assignments due -- "
"We all have things we intended to do, but Phoebe's right, sweetheart. We deserve some down time."
"If I take down time -- "
"Your company will crumble, yadda, yadda, yadda. We both know it will still be there tomorrow. Maybe a little worse for wear, but still there. This arm," Piper says, lifting Prue's hand in hers and kisses the back of it, "needs . . . taking . . . care . . . of . . . especially . . . after . . . you . . . had it freaking . . . cut off, Prue." Every word or few words is punctuated by another tender kiss as Piper slowly works her way up Prue's arm. She barely bites back her instinctive shudder at the memory of seeing the woman she loves with her arm cut off, blood gushing from the hole in her shoulder where her arm had once been attached.
She's not sore. If she didn't know better, she would have thought last night had just been a terrible, terrible nightmare. She's completely well; she feels fine. But she sees the remembered fear in her sister's loving eyes, feels the heat she's searing in the trail up in her arm, aches from the thought of when last they truly had alone time together, and she knows there's nothing more in the world she wants than more time with her Piper.
The hand that wasn't there for too long last night rises to cup Piper's cheek. She caresses her tenderly, softly, lovingly as she gazes up into her sweet, brown eyes. "Well, then," she asks, teasing again, "are you going to join me or just fret over an arm that's completely well?"
"Right after I feed you, young lady," Piper teases back with a wriggle of her nose. She cuts off a small piece of hot cake drenched in syrup, whipped cream, and fresh strawberries. Prue slips it off of the fork with her lips and tongue but hesitate for a moment, sucking at the fork's prongs. Then, slowly, she pulls her mouth off of the fork. Piper leans in again, kissing Prue's lips, savoring the sweetness, and sharing the bite.
As she moves to cut off another bite with the fork, Prue whispers, although there's no longer any needing for whispering, "Tell me you brought the whipped cream."
"That," Piper answers with a wink, "is for dessert. Eat your breakfast first." This time, she straddles her, bare flesh rubbing against barely clothed knees as she leans in and delivers the second bite to her mouth. As she watches her eat, she knows today will be a day of slow, sweet loving to be remembered for the rest of their lives, however short or long they may be.
She pushes aside the latter part of that thought. Whatever remains ahead of them, however horrible, doesn't matter today. What matters is they have each other, they love each other, and they have all day to experience that love. She replaces her fork with her lips again, promising them both silently that she won't dwell on whatever dark, future possibilities their lives as Charmed Ones may have. Today is all about them, and they're going to take it and enjoy it, and each other, to the utmost. Prue's tongue drives the rest of Piper's thoughts sweetly from her mind.
The End