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Subject: {ASSM} {NEW} Charmed: Night and Day (FF, inc) [1/2]
Date: Tue,  4 Sep 2001 17:10:03 -0400
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The usual disclaimers are in effect. These characters
aren't mine, don't read if you're under 18 or squicked
by things like incest or two women fucking, yadda
yadda yadda, hey nonny nonny, and Bob's your uncle.

Charmed
"Night & Day" 
by JT Langdon 

And this torment won't be through 
Until you let me spend my life making love to you 
Day and night, night and day 

Night and Day, Cole Porter 

Prue stared down at the naked woman sleeping next to her and felt 
a twinge of longing deep in her belly. She marveled at her slender, 
athletic figure, the feline arch of her back, the curve of her breast, 
the voluptuous rounds of her buttocks. Goddess! Such a beautiful 
creature! And right there in her bed, too! Naked! Images from the 
night before flashed through her mind and Prue sighed, memories of 
the burning passion the two of them shared making her lips quiver. 
How long had the two of them been at it? She had no idea. When 
the two of them made love time lost all meaning. There were just 
two naked bodies clashing in the darkness, never-ending kisses and 
impatient caresses, coaxing gasps and sighs and deep moans of 
pleasure from one other until exhaustion claimed them both. It 
amazed Prue no end that two souls could be so desperate for each 
other, could hunger for each other so, and she couldn't have been 
more in love with the woman next to her even if she had another 
lifetime to fall for her all over again. 
       
So what if the woman next to her was her sister Phoebe? 
       
The social taboo of their relationship was not lost on her, but Prue 
refused to believe her feelings for Phoebe were improper. She loved 
her sister, of course. But she was also in love with her. There was 
no doubt of that in her mind. The intense emotional connection the 
two of them had forged defied explanation. How could she be 
judged for something most people couldn't even understand? But 
then Prue didn't need to understand it, either. She just felt it. There 
was a rightness to what she and her sisters shared, and Prue would 
not pretend otherwise for the sake of convention. 
       
Prue reached down and twirled her fingers in Phoebe's hair. Never 
in her wildest dreams could she have imagined taking her sister for 
a lover, not so much because of the incestuous nature of the 
relationship but because the two of them had spent most of their 
lives fighting like cats and dogs. Just being civil with each other had 
been a chore. Prue was not proud of that. She always wanted to be 
more than Phoebe's sister in name; she wanted them to be friends. 
But their personalities blended like oil and water. Even a mundane 
disagreement could end up in a screaming match. It was never 
pleasant. 
       
It wasn't until after Grams died that things started to change. That 
was when Phoebe stumbled onto The Book of Shadows and 
discovered their birthright as the Charmed Ones, the three most 
powerful witches in the world. Each of them had their own special 
gifts, but combined the Charmed Ones had unspeakable powers . . . 
powers that were meant to be used for protecting the innocents of 
the world from evil. 
       
In the months that followed the revelations of their Wiccan nature, 
Prue had learned the true depths of evil. It was frightening at times. 
She and her sisters came to need each other more than ever before, 
had relied on each other not just for support . . . but for their lives. 
And just like soldiers bonding in a time of war, the Halliwell sisters 
had come together in their battle against evil. Prue got to know 
Piper and Phoebe all over again, and in the process developed a 
new respect for them both . . . especially for Phoebe. Her little 
sister was not the directionless, undependable flake with her head in 
the clouds Prue had taken her for. She had placed her life in 
Phoebe's hands too often to believe that. Phoebe was a romantic, a 
dreamer, someone who embraced their powers as witches and saw 
being the Charmed Ones as the calling it was. In the process Prue 
had come to like and even admire her little sister. 
       
Though it had taken some time, she and Phoebe had finally become 
friends. Making the leap from friend to lover seemed a reasonable 
step after that. Just as being a witch felt completely natural, so too 
did having a romantic relationship with her sisters. She needed 
them. Phoebe and Piper made her a complete person. The strength 
of the Charmed Ones came from the power of three, but her 
strength came from her sisters. Now that a line had been crossed, 
Prue couldn't go back to the way things were before. The intense 
emotional and spiritual connection the three of them shared needed 
to be expressed, and the Halliwell sisters found that expression in 
their frenzied lovemaking. 
       
Prue smiled as Phoebe twitched in her sleep. Blessed be! The 
woman was adorable! Not to mention irresistible. She had a hard 
time keeping her hands off of her little sister, though Phoebe didn't 
seem to mind in the least. That was a good thing, too. Leaning 
closer, Prue gently pressed her lips to the nape of Phoebe's neck 
and delighted in the little murmur of approval that she dragged from 
her still-slumbering sister. She put her arm around Phoebe and 
cupped a breast, loving the feel of the supple flesh in her grasp. 
Even after a night of passion her desire for Phoebe had not been 
sated. Prue lovingly kneaded Phoebe's breast with the butt of her 
palm while she kissed her neck, being gentle, not wanting to wake 
Phoebe just yet. So far, so good! She seized a nipple between her 
thumb and forefinger, rolling it to erection. Phoebe moaned 
sleepily.    
       
Smiling into the kiss she planted at the base of Phoebe's neck, Prue 
slid her hand down Phoebe's flat tummy until she reached the tuft of 
fur that covered her mound. She foraged around the soft bush of 
hair, easily finding Phoebe's warm, wet slit with the tips of her 
fingers. Even in sleep her sister was dripping with honey! Prue ran 
the tip of her finger up and down Phoebe's cleft, a feather's touch, 
teasing another moan from her sleeping little sister. But she 
wouldn't be sleeping for long! Prue gently probed Phoebe's slick 
netherlips, seeking the small button of flesh that was her clit. The 
hard little nub strained from its protective hood, begging for her 
touch. And Prue obliged. She traced lazy circles around Phoebe's 
clit with her fingertip, taking it slow at first, rousing Phoebe from 
her sleep one stroke at a time. Phoebe moaned even louder, 
fidgeting on the bed, trapped in that magical place between wake 
and dream where the line between real and fantasy was blurred. But 
Prue could show her sister the truth! She stroked Phoebe's clit, 
harder, faster, rubbing the swollen nub at a frantic pace, dragging 
Phoebe kicking and screaming into consciousness with her finger. 
Phoebe jerked back against her, groaning as she came. Prue eased 
up a little but continued stroking Phoebe's pussy until she stopped 
shaking. 
       
Phoebe rolled over to face her and Prue took Phoebe in her arms, 
two naked bodies pressing together as their lips met in a deep, 
passionate kiss. Hunger consumed them like wildfire, mouths 
opening wider and wider, theirs tongues darting over each other, 
and when at last the two sisters broke apart both of them were 
panting hard. 
       
"Good morning," Prue said, grinning. 
       
"Mmmm," Phoebe purred. "You can wake me like that all the 
time." 
       
"I just might." Prue cupped the back of Phoebe's head and pulled 
that lush mouth to hers, losing herself for the longest time in the 
softness of those lips before setting her sights just a little bit lower. 
She kissed a zigzagging path across Phoebe's smooth skin and 
nuzzled her face in her sister's bosom, flicking her tongue over each 
hardened nipple before taking one into her mouth and sucking it. 
Phoebe moaned and arched off the bed to push even more of that 
supple flesh into her mouth. The offer was too good to refuse. Prue 
ravished Phoebe's breasts, moving from one to the other, making 
sure neither were denied the attention such lovely things deserved. 
Each kiss . . . each nibble . . . each flick of her tongue brought 
another muted sound of delight from Phoebe. And Prue loved it. 
She loved giving her sister pleasure. Nothing else mattered to her. 
Prue closed her lips around one of Phoebe's nipples, tugging it and 
letting it snap back into place. Phoebe cried out, raking demanding 
fingers through her hair. 
       
"Prue," Phoebe muttered. "Oh . . . Prue." 
       
The need and desperation in Phoebe's voice made Prue whimper. 
She moved down Phoebe's midriff with light, fleeting kisses until 
she was hovering over her mound. Phoebe spread for her without 
urging and Prue sucked in a sharp breath as she took in the sight of 
her sister's hot, wet cunt. So beautiful! Perfection! The sweet 
fragrance of Phoebe's arousal wafted up to her and Prue inhaled it, 
making her mouth water. How she needed a taste! Prue lowered 
her head between Phoebe's legs and dove in, hungrily lapping at her 
sister's pussy. She ignored the bucking hips and thrashing limbs, the 
gasps and sighs, the curses and the cries, her attention never 
wandering from the warm, wet depths of that brimming cunt. It was 
an oasis that Prue did not want to leave. She burrowed her tongue 
in deep, seeking those places that made Phoebe wild and finding 
them with the ease of a lover who had been to that wellspring often. 
Her efforts had Phoebe teetering on the brink of climax . . . and 
whining about it. 
       
"Oh! Oh! Prue!" Phoebe cried. "I'm gonna come!" 
       
Prue wanted so much for that to happen! She spread Phoebe's 
cuntlips with her fingers, exposing her sister's clitoris. The small 
little button of flesh throbbed when she took it between her lips, 
pulsing with excitement as Prue sucked her sister off. She could feel 
Phoebe's cunt clenching in pre-orgasmic spasms, nearing the finish 
line, getting closer . . . closer . . . and then like a bolt of lighting out 
of a threatening sky Phoebe groaned and heaved forward, pounding 
clenched fists on the bed as she came. 
       
As soon as Phoebe began to settle down a little, Prue crawled into 
her waiting arms. Phoebe welcomed her with a long, passionate kiss 
that tied her insides into knots. Goddess! Both her sisters were 
sensational kissers but Phoebe's kisses burned with a hunger that 
sent her reeling. Prue moaned into the kiss, rolling onto her back 
and pulling Phoebe on top of her. She slid he hands down Phoebe's 
back and grabbed that adorable rear end of hers, squeezing hard. 
Now it was Phoebe that moaned, slamming into her, flesh meeting 
flesh in a torrent of pleasure. Prue dug her nails into Phoebe's rump, 
pulling her sister tight against her. 
       
"Yes . . . Phoebe . . . yes," Prue whispered. "Take me . . . please!" 
       
Phoebe answered her with a barrage of kisses that ended at her 
breast, where Phoebe latched onto a nipple and sucked it. Prue 
groaned. Her sister had a voracious appetite when it came to her 
tits and would spend long stretches of time kissing and licking 
them, leaving her nipples aching from the attention. This time was 
no exception. Phoebe moved from breast to breast, wildly flicking 
her nipples with that serpent-esque tongue of hers. Prue writhed on 
the bed in a haze of sheer bliss, running her fingers through 
Phoebe's hair as her little sister drove her mad with pleasure. She 
could feel the dampness pooling between her legs, a reservoir of 
pent-up desire for her sister . . . her lover . . . Phoebe. But Phoebe 
was still preoccupied with her breasts, fondling them, sucking them, 
gorging herself. Prue couldn't take it anymore! 
       
"Phoebe! Damn it! I need you inside me!" 
       
Hearing Phoebe laugh through a mouthful of tit incensed Prue no 
end! How dare Phoebe tease her like that! But the touch of soft lips 
against her belly was all it took for Prue to forgive her wicked little 
sister. She drew her knees up to her chest, inviting Phoebe in, and 
her sister accepted, eating her pussy like a fiend. The same diligence 
Phoebe exercised on her breasts was now focused entirely on her 
sopping wet cunt and Prue sobbed in relief, clutching fistfuls of 
bedcover as Phoebe went down on her. Blessed be! Her sister was 
incredible! That skilled tongue slithered over then between her 
pussylips, making her squirm on the bed. Her climax was a sharp 
pain in the pit of her gut rising to the surface, but just as it neared 
release Phoebe eased up. Damn her!   
       
Prue began to protest but then two fingers replaced Phoebe's agile 
tongue and her words were lost in a moan of approval. She 
slammed her head back against the pillow, growling like a dog with 
a bone in its mouth as Phoebe fucked her, thrusting in deep, 
pumping three fingers now into her slick hole . . . then four fingers! 
Prue groaned. She had no doubt where this was headed and willed 
Phoebe to take that final step . . . her pitiful whimpers begging 
Phoebe to take that last step . . . and then in one single push, Prue 
had Phoebe's entire hand inside her. Intense, blinding pleasure 
ripped through her loins as Phoebe's hand disappeared inside her 
cunt. She came. In a sudden burst of pleasure she came. But 
Phoebe wasn't done with her. Taking it slow, Phoebe fucked her 
with her entire hand, rocking back and forth, being gentle at first 
but gaining momentum with each thrust. Prue wailed like a banshee. 
Impaled on her sister's hand, her senses overloaded, she lost control 
. . . erupting in climax over and over again until she was just a mass 
of sweat-drenched flesh sprawled across the bed, legs spread open, 
a fist up her pussy, twitching like a fish out of water while one 
orgasm after another shuddered through her. Then Phoebe pulled 
out of her in one, swift movement and Prue came again . . . giving 
what little she had left before sinking into the bed with a sigh. 
       
Holding Phoebe in her arms afterward, Prue smooched and groped 
her little sister. She loved the feel of Phoebe's naked flesh against 
hers and for now wanted nothing more from life than to be there in 
bed holding onto Phoebe. 
       
"First thing in the morning," Prue mused, "and I am ready for a 
nap." 
       
Phoebe smiled and returned her kisses. "Well, you are older than 
me. You get tired easier." 
       
"Bitch," Prue spat. 
       
"But you love me." 
       
"Yeah," Prue said, brushing her fingertips over Phoebe's cheek. "I 
love you." 
       
"I love you, too," Phoebe said right before their lips met in lingering 
kiss. 
       
Prue sighed. "I want to spend the whole day making love with 
you." 
       
"That would be nice," Phoebe said. "But we probably should get 
up, you know." 
       
"Now? It's still dark out!" 
       
"Prue, honey, it's 8:30 in the morning." 
       
Prue glanced at the clock. It really was 8:30 in the morning. So why 
was it still dark outside? She got out of bed and padded over to the 
window, pulling back the curtains to have a peek outside. It was 
dark. But not an overcast kind of dark, or a dense fog kind of dark. 
The sky was black as pitch and the stars were out. 

It was nighttime. 
      
"Um, Phoebe? Could you call and check the time?" 
       
"What's wrong?" Phoebe sounded worried. 
       
"I'm not sure," Prue said. She gazed out at the darkness as she 
listened to Phoebe on the phone behind her, a tickle of 
apprehension nipping at the base of her spine. Something was 
wrong. She and Phoebe could get carried away, becoming so 
wrapped up in each other that they lost track of time. But they 
couldn't possibly have slept through the day! Piper would have 
checked on them by now!   
       
Prue heard the phone click back in place and turned around. She 
didn't like the concerned expression on Phoebe's face. "Well?" 
       
"The clock is right," Phoebe said. "Turn on the TV." 
       
Prue nodded. She switched on the television and watched a 
serious-looking woman sitting at a news desk appear on the screen. 
The woman rattled off a series of grim reports concerning not just 
San Francisco but the entire country, reports of looting and riots. 
Prue sat on the edge of the bed, holding Phoebe's in hers while the 
two of them listened to stories of widespread chaos. Then the news 
anchor recapped events so far, leading off with talk of an 
unexplained, unexpected solar eclipse. Prue turned it off. 
       
"That is no eclipse," Prue said, pointing to the window. 
       
Phoebe nodded. She got out of bed and slipped into her jeans. "You 
go wake Piper. I'll get The Book of Shadows and meet you in the 
living room." 
       
Once Phoebe was dressed and gone, Prue gathered her own clothes 
off the floor. She had a bad feeling about this. Most of the time 
demons and warlocks preferred not to draw attention to 
themselves, operating in secret to keep the mortal realm clueless. 
But there was nothing secretive about what was going on outside 
her window, and that had her worried. What kind of demon would 
do something so blatant? She wiggled into a pair black denim jeans 
then picked up the phone. A familiar voice answered after a couple 
of rings. 
       
"Detective Morris." 
       
"Hi, Darryl. It's Prue." 
       
"I figured you'd be calling me," Darryl said. He had a soft, warm 
voice but this morning it was laced with something Prue recognized 
in a heartbeat: fear. 
       
"What's happening down there?" 
       
Darryl sighed. "It's a nuthouse. People think the world is coming to 
an end. Do you know what's going on?" 
       
"We're working on it," Prue said. He was one of the few people 
who knew their secret, and she trusted him, but sometimes Prue 
thought he would be better off not knowing some things . . . just 
for his own peace of mind. 
       
"Better work fast," Darryl said. "I have to go." 
       
"Be careful," Prue said. 
       
"Yeah, you too." 
       
The phone clicked silent. 
       
Prue bit her lower lip in concern. Something had to be done about 
this, fast, or the country was going to fall apart on them. She 
finished getting dressed and headed down the hall to the bedroom 
Piper and Leo occupied, rapping lightly on the door. 
       
"Piper?" 
       
There was no answer. 
       
Prue pounded on the door this time. "Piper!" 
      
"Just a minute!" Piper yelled from inside. 
       
Prue tapped her foot with nervous impatience, counting off the 
secondd before Piper opened the door. Her sister had thrown on a 
robe though it didn't hide much of her nakedness. She was 
breathing hard and her face was flushed a delicate shade of pink. 
       
"Ooops," Prue said, grinning. 
       
"Yeah, ooops," Piper said. 
       
"Tell Leo I'm sorry," Prue said. "But we have a situation." 
       
Piper sighed. "We always have a situation. Couldn't it have waited 
another five minutes? We were that close!" She illustrated the point 
with her thumb and finger. It was close. 
      
"You can finish later. This is serious." Prue gave her a brief 
rundown of what she and Phoebe heard on the news, as well as her 
brief conversation with Darryl. 
       
"I'll be right down," Piper said. 
       
"Are you talking to me or Leo?" Prue asked. 
       
"Go away now, Prudence," Piper said. 
       
Prue smiled at that. She headed down to the living room where 
Phoebe waited on the sofa with The Book of Shadows. Even under 
the dire circumstances she couldn't stop from noticing how 
gorgeous her sister was, just as she couldn't stop wanting her. 
       
"Where's Piper?" Phoebe asked. 
       
"She's, er, coming," Prue said. 
       
"Something wrong?" 
       
"Yeah," Prue said, "Leo-us interruptus." 
      
Phoebe giggled. "Ooops." 
       
"Mmhmm," Prue murmured. She plopped down next to Phoebe, 
absently resting a hand on her thigh. The simple gesture of affection 
was enough to make Phoebe sigh. And that was how Piper found 
them when she came down the stairs, looking incredible in a knit 
top and Dockers. She had a crooked smile on her face. 
       
"Where's Leo?" Prue asked. 
       
"He orbed up there," Piper said, jerking a thumb at the ceiling, "to 
see what he could find out." 
       
Phoebe said, "He's very understanding." 
       
"He damn well better be," Piper said, licking her lips like a cat who 
just swallowed a bird. "He got his." 
       
"Slut," Prue muttered. 
       
"You should talk," Piper said. "We could hear you two down the 
hall." 
       
"Blame her," Prue said, nodding at Phoebe. 
       
Phoebe blushed then said, "Um, could we please talk about the 
perpetual night outside?" 
       
"Yeah," Piper said. "What does the book have to say?" 
       
"Let's find out," Prue said. She put The Book of Shadows on the 
coffee table and opened it. The leather-bound tome was more than 
just a static book of spells or a dictionary of evil. Over time Prue 
learned The Book of Shadows had a life-force, a mind of its own, 
and she could tap into that when the need arose. Like now. She 
placed her hands over the book and slipped into a trance of deep 
concentration, focusing on the problem facing them. Pages of the 
book began to flip on their own, stopping on a page with a drawing 
of a gruesome-looking demon. 
       
"Well?" Phoebe asked. 
       
Prue quoted the text written under the picture. "Clisthert, an 
ancient demon who can turn day into night or night into day." 
       
"I think we have a winner," Piper said. 
       
Phoebe nodded. "Sure sounds like it." 
       
"What the hell kind of power is that?" Piper wondered out loud. "I 
mean, what can he gain from turning day into night?" 
       
"Panic," Prue said. "And fear. Something other demons thrive on." 
       
"So he might not be working alone," Phoebe said. 
       
Piper groaned. "Oh, swell. A demon jamboree." 
       
"Let's not jump to conclusions," Prue said. 
       
"What else do we know of that thrives at night?" Piper asked. 
       
"Well," Prue said, "there are werewolves." 
       
"Or vampires," Phoebe added in a whisper. 
       
"Terrific," Piper said. "We can call Buffy for help. Let her deal with 
them." 
       
"I hope she can get here in the next five seconds," Phoebe said. 
       
Prue frowned. "Why?" 
       
"Because we have company," Phoebe said. 
       
Prue jumped to her feet as something large and mean-looking came 
crashing through the window. He was about six feet tall, with dark 
hair, dressed in a leather jacket over a T-shirt and jeans. And he had 
fangs.



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