Charmed [1998] Fic: Sweet, But Blood Is Thicker

[peppermintpuppet]

Title: Sweet, but blood is thicker
Rating: Teen
Fandom: Charmed '98
Relationship: Phoebe/Piper
Warnings: Incest
Word count: 527
Summary: In Dream Sorcerer, Piper and Phoebe decide to take out their frustrations on one another instead of doing a love spell.

“Why can’t we just do the spell,” Phoebe whispers. It’s awkward when Piper backs her up against the wall and brushes her short hair from her face, her sister leaning softly into her touch. It’s awkward, it’s awkward. But they can’t use their magic for personal gain, and they miss the feeling of physical personal gain, and it doesn’t count when it’s your sister.

“You know why,” Piper replies, her slender fingers wrapping tight over Phoebe’s wrist. They’ve touched so many times, so innocently, a sisterly touch that, while intimate, truly meant nothing. But oh, Piper is so convincing, and Phoebe is so starved. She knows what Piper wants in a man--she can never be the heavy lover, the deep but harmless romantic, the stable one. She’s a fire that cannot be extinguished, and the only fire that Piper wants is the fire of a passionate love. Phoebe is simply too fickle.

There’s one thing she is good at: she is a good lover. She has a good mouth and she has good hands and a good heart. Of course she’s thought about it once or twice; hasn’t everyone?

“Can’t use our powers for personal gain, I know. I—Piper, this is weird. I mean, we’re—”

“We’ve kissed before,” Piper points out. They kissed in childhood, just to practice on one another, because Prue refused to help out and Phoebe was so curious. They both remember the kiss being nice, feeling natural—and what is more natural than kissing someone you grew up with, who knows everything about you, who has seen you at your worst and still loves you unconditionally? Phoebe wonders if it would feel the same kind of nice. Piper wonders if it would feel better.

“So, um, are you in?”

Phoebe nods. With a tug, Piper pulls Phoebe in closer by the wrist, closer, their chests touching and their breath heavy, Piper’s breath warm over Phoebe’s cool jaw, Piper’s hands warm over Phoebe’s cool skin, Piper warm and Phoebe cool and Phoebe draped over Piper until the temperature steams.

“Okay,” Piper says, an awkward, awkward giggle. “So, um—”

Phoebe’s other hand moves to cup Piper’s cheek, and she kisses Piper with only minimal hesitation—honestly, it’s barely even noticeable; you’d think she was into it if you didn’t know they were sisters. It doesn’t count when you’re sisters, of course, everyone knows that.

Piper tries with bravery and determination—truly, she does—but she cannot feign disgust or hesitation; she moans into Phoebe’s mouth after only a few moments, gripping her sister by the waist, deepening their kiss as Phoebe’s presses their bodies even closer. Later she’ll justify it to herself by saying that it’s just been so agonizing, that seeing that couple make out for that long sickened her and turned her on and she just needed some extra help getting off, that she doesn’t actually want her sister like that, that it was all desperation, desperation, desperation. That’s true, for the most part; there is, at the very least, desperation.

“I’m sorry, I—”

“Don’t be,” Phoebe whispers, her voice burning deep, too alluring. “I’m glad we didn’t do the spell.”