Bitter Destruction

luvsyafiction - I'm so happy you reviewed! I've missed you, darling! :) Yeah, I had to put that in somewhere, and I was thinking, "Oh, Piper, you can almost blow up the doctor! :D" Ahaha, I loved that part too, with Prue saying "Damn it. Piper missed him," or whatever about Cole. It's so something she'd say, no? Thank you for the compliments, sweetie. :) You're making me blush! And weird to like Delilah as much as the sisters? Of course not! I love her too! I'm glad you like her that much! She's an amazing woman, you better believe it. :) Thank you so much!

Prince of Madness - Yep, Piper's getting crazy! Haha, I kid you, but she didn't get a little nuts and blow up some equipment and nearly kill a doctor, but hey it was a crazy situation! Enough of that ramble. ;) I knew you'd love that I mentioned The Seer. You have a thing for her, I can tell! ;D I'm happy for the questions; bring them on! :) Thanks!

Enjoy this next chapter! :)

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Leo orbed in later that evening with Chinese take-out containers in brown bags, puddles of oils greasing the corners. As he unloaded the bags in the kitchen, he explained to us that he found Dr. Keeton still unconscious when he got there and used the memory dust to make him forget Piper's power-mishap.

He went upstairs, a bag in his hand, to give the middle Halliwell some food and reassurance that everything would be alright. Cole and Phoebe ate at the dining room table with Prue and me, talking quietly amongst themselves. I could tell by the way Prue kept glancing up at me from her white container of pork-fried rice that she wanted to talk about something. I wanted to talk to her, too -- mostly about the picture of Andy sitting in her underwear drawer, taunting me with its presence -- but I was starving. Almost literally. I devoured three of the Chinese courses on my own. Even Cole could only intake two of them.

As I finished off my fifth eggroll, I let out a burp, covering my mouth with my hand and blushing. Prue raised her eyebrows amusingly. "Whoops," I whispered, taking a sip of the fruit punch that had been in the refrigerator. (Phoebe promised she'd go to the store tomorrow for the bottled water.)

"Still hungry?" Prue asked, putting down her first and last container onto the table. Phoebe and Cole had gone upstairs as well, so it was only Prue and me in the dining area.

I shook my head to the sides and rested my hands on my belly. "I couldn't stop," I said. "I had to keep eating."

"You didn't have breakfast, did you?"

My eyebrows creased together as I recalled this morning. "No," I remembered, "I didn't. Nor lunch." I decided not to feel as bad then.

Prue stood up, grabbing the empty food carriers and shoving them into a brown bag, then shuffled into the kitchen to discard them into the trash. As she walked away, I watched her walk, her long legs taking her away. The feeling was returning again -- that needing. Needing her.

The eldest Charmed One strolled back in, combing a hand through her dark hair. "Did the doctor say anything about your eating? Or vitamins?" she asked, pursing her lips together as she waited for my response.

Oh, how I wanted to kiss her then. Her lips were so delicate and soft, pink and ready for mine. I exhaled softly. "No. Nothing."

She sighed. "That's strange," she murmured, slipping out of her heels, kicking them under the table. "I would've thought--"

"Remember that rain check?" I asked her, biting my lip as an attempt to hide my smirk.

Prue glimpsed down at her heels, then stared at me, her expression unreadable. She wasn't angry, no, but she didn't look too excited either. "Rain check?" she repeated.

I let the smirk loose. Standing up from the chair, slowly, I grabbed her hands. "The other morning," I purred, "before the picnic. You wanted to take a shower. You asked me to join you."

The corners of her mouth started to turn upward. "And you asked for a rain check," Prue said softly, closing the small gap between us.

"Exactly," I whispered. "And you leaned into me... and did something like this." I made the gap nonexistent and kissed those gorgeous lips with my own, tasting her flesh. We moaned and deepened the kiss, feeling our tongues collide. I unlatched my hands from hers and wrapped my arms around her neck. She rested her hands on my hips, her thumbs circling the curving of my belly.

I felt like I was stuck in this state of passion for hours, maybe even days, and I wanted to stay there, stuck in her arms. But, because of lack of oxygen, I had to pull away, panting. "I'm sorry," I whispered when my breathing wasn't so ragged anymore, "for last night. I know you just want to protect me."

One of Prue's hands roamed up from my waist, slithering its way up my stomach and chest, past my throat and jaw, and pushed back some of my hair. She kissed the newly revealed piece of skin. "I'm sorry," she murmured into my ear, "for not trusting you. I'm worried you'll get hurt or remember something, and..." She paused, looking down at my arms along her neck.

"And what, Prue?" I asked.

She pecked my wrist, closing her eyes dreamily. "I'm afraid that something else has happened to you," she whispered against my wrist. "Something you haven't told me yet, or something you've kept locked inside." Her eyes flickered back up at me, filled with sorrow. "I'm afraid I'll spark it, and bring it back to you."

My heart felt heavy and I felt sick seeing her this upset. "I've been through a lot, Prue," I said, taking a deep breath, "and you know that. But the worst is over -- I told you about the attack, something I didn't think I'd ever be able to admit to anyone, especially you." I recalled the nights where I felt nauseous just lying next to her, thinking of the event over and over again and thinking how I could ever tell Prue about my helplessness and weakness. It was hard enough saying the story in my head, replaying the scene and trying to imagine how Prue's face would look when I told her what happened. She was supposed to be infuriated, and she was when she did find out, but she was mad at the wrong person. I expected her to be mad at me. I failed her. Instead, she thought that she failed me. "You're so strong," I whispered, glancing down at her body that, underneath her clothes, was composed of muscles proving her strength and ability.

"And so are you," she said, locking her green eyes on my light ones. "You're not weak, Delilah. Not at all."

Though I didn't believe her, I adored the silky tone of her voice. My knees felt weak, and I knew it wasn't because of the heavy load upon my torso. "I love you, Prue," I whispered, nuzzling my face into her neck, inhaling her dark hair. "I love you so much. I've never felt this way about anyone before."

I felt Prue's pulse against my lips as I kissed the side of her neck. Her heart felt like it was going faster than normal; kind of like how mine was pumping now. I was half-expecting a response from her, and she did reply, "I love you, too," but not that she'd never felt that way before. She did feel that way before. With Andy. That reminded me of the photograph in Prue's bedroom, and I pulled back from her neck, wondering if he held her like this before. Then I reminded myself that I had a past lover too. Cole. I could only imagine how furious Prue would feel picturing two-faced (literally) Cole and me in the same positions as she and I would be in.

"Now," Prue murmured into my ear, making my pull away totally from her, but keeping the necklace of my arms around her. "I have a few conditions."

"Hmm?"

"The first," she began, "is you tell me right away if something is wrong. Anything. Memories coming back, the baby freaking out, you're in pain, anything."

"Uh huh," I replied, knowing this would be Prue's first priority to state. "What else?"

"Don't let me do anything you don't want me to do, okay?" was her next one.

"Yes, Prue," I sighed and laughed. "If you don't hurry up, there'll be nothing left for me to object to. Please, I..." I lowered my voice -- half because I was worried someone else in the house would hear, and half because it added to the effect of my words. "I want you, Prue. So badly."

I could tell she was trying to hide a smile because her eyes were lightening up. "I know," she whispered, leaning in close to me. "I want you, too." I gasped, feeling myself get wetter by the second. "But--"

"No, Prue, please," I pleaded through whines. "No 'but's, please. No more conditions."

She swallowed down a laugh. "Okay, one more, I promise." She lowered her head to kiss the cleavage between my neck and my breasts. I stifled another gasp. "No sex," she mumbled against my skin, hoping I didn't hear it, but I did.

I released my hands from her neck and gawked at her, my face scarlet. "No--" I started to yell.

"Shh," she hushed, shielding a smile behind a finger placed against her lips.

I growled and whisper-yelled, "No sex?!"

"I'm sorry, Delilah, but I can't," she apologized, her smile morphing into a pout. "I looked up 'sex during pregnancy' on Phoebe's laptop and some suggest it and some don't. I don't want to do something that could wreck the pregnancy. Sometimes orgasms lead to earlier births."

"Sometimes they don't," I countered, less heat radiating my cheeks.

"That's besides the point," she said, not wanting to argue, obviously. "After the baby is born, Delilah, I promise promise promise promise promise that we'll make love as much as you want."

I narrowed my eyes and relaxed the rest of my features, though not enough to smile at this condition for the life of me. "Fine," I gave in with a sharp exhale.

"Okay then. Let's go upstairs. That shower sounds pretty nice right now." I caught that twinkle in her eye and couldn't help smiling.

"Are you sure?" I needed to hear it straight from her mouth.

She countered back, "Are you?" Although, her voice wasn't quite as enthused as mine; I could hear that twinge of worry.

I pressed my lips into hers, a slow tender kiss that built up something inside my chest. "Very," I breathed when we separated.

We walked up the stairs to the bathroom. Prue shut the door behind us as I pushed aside the curtain and started the water. "I'm going to apologize early," I announced to Prue as she sat down on the toilet seat and shimmied her nylons off her legs. "My body is deformed now."

My body shivered as Prue smirked her famous smirk -- God, I loved that smirk. I missed that smirk. "I'm going to apologize early, too," she said, letting her dress straps fall from her shoulders and slide off her slim form onto the floor. Prue stood nude apart from her periwinkle panties. She stepped over the dress and helped me out of my clothes. "No matter how 'deformed' you think you are, I'm still going to love you the same." Her hands slowly pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me bare. "So if that was your plan," she continued as she helped me out of my jeans, "you'll have to deal with me still."

My heart fluttered. "I think I can handle you," I purred, slipping out of my underwear. Prue did the same, adding to our pile, and stepped into the shower, her hand held out for me. I grasped it and followed her in. The water was warm and gently spraying over my head and back, relieving me from any stress built up. Prue's body touched mine, her lips kissing the base of my neck. I moaned and watched her, her hair raven-colored now from the water soaking into her roots. Her hands cupped my breasts, rubbing my nipples with her palms. I held onto her shoulders, already bracing myself for euphoria. As if Prue could read my mind, however, she stood fully erect and murmured, "No sex, remember."

I narrowed my eyes and growled at her playfully, reminding myself of her promise. 'I better be alive after your birth,' my mind said to my womb.

Prue had taken one of the loofas off of the shelf and lathered it with her honey-scented body wash. "It's not making you sick, is it?" she asked, pausing her movement.

I inhaled deeply, aroused by the aroma, and shook my head. "I love that smell."

Wearing a crooked smile, Prue placed the object over her chest, leaving a trail of white suds across her breasts and abdomen. I reached out, rubbing the fluffy white into her pores, making sure I grazed over her pink nipples with my fingertips. Prue let out a trembling gasp, her body shivering. I giggled. "Are you sure about your last condition?" I teased, flicking my thumbs over the nubs again.

This time it was Prue who let out the growl. "I'm positive," she confirmed and pressed her chest against mine. Her lips clashed with my lips passionately. One of my hands rested on her lower back while the other crawled into her hair. My body felt so hot and her body heat was making it worse, but I loved the feeling. I wanted to be part of her. The hand that was perched on Prue's back curved around her middle and trailed down to her thighs. Prue pulled away from the kiss, panting hard, and breathed my name. "We can't..."

"Please Prue," I whispered, stroking along her inner thighs. She bit down on her lip, trying so hard not to give in. I wanted her to beg for it. I wanted her to want it that bad. "I want you to cum."

My fingers found their way to her lips; Prue's body tensed up against mine. "Delilah," she hissed.

"Prue," I said, giving her wet entrance a slow stroke. "Don't object to me loving you," I said through a smile, repeating the same words that Prue had said when we had our first night of bliss.

Her green eyes flashed with humor, and then with something like anger but not. "Delilah," she said again, gaining back some strength as her voice was much more clear and less filled with breath, "you agreed with the conditions."

"Your conditions are more for my well-being, right?" I didn't wait for her answer. "I want to please you, Prue. I'm tired of you focusing on just me! I'm not going to orgasm -- unless yours is that contagious and beautiful-sounding." I smirked. "And I won't be having any bad memories," I concluded. I cupped her sacred place in my palm and watched her eyes flutter uncontrollably. "You want it, Prue. I can tell."

The shower sprayed more water onto our bodies as Prue stared at me, waiting out her response. She probably was waiting for me to say "forget it!" and leave the cold shower. Hell no. I was waiting no matter how freezing it would get. Finally she nodded, in reluctance, and I grinned. My fingers pushed further into her, making her moan, and I kissed her jaw. The digits started pumping in and out of her slowly, drawing out her climax. She wrapped her arms around my back, bringing me close to her form. I used my own legs to keep her thighs spread and managed to keep my fingers moving despite how tired I was beginning to get. Thank god for hormones. Prue moaned my name into my shoulder, breathing roughly as she spewed out the syllables. My fingers caressed her insides as I thrusted them, and soon Prue let out a cry of shear pleasure, her hold on me tight... then loose.

I kissed her neck a few more times and finished thrusting into her. "Did - you - like - it?" I purred between kisses.

Her head was back against the wall, a waterfall of black pouring down her shoulders. I watched her chest rise and fall, seeing how it was gradually slowing down. "Yes," she whispered, lifting her head forward, smiling at me.

"Good," I whispered back, very happy that she wasn't upset.

"Thank you," she said, kissing me tenderly on the lips. She reached over to shut off the shower, wrapping us in the cold air. We hurried out and put on towels immediately to warm up our bodies. Together we stepped out of the bathroom and rushed into Prue's room. We giggled as we threw off the newly found towels and climbed into Prue's bed, tangling our bodies up quickly with her comforter. She smelled so delicious, I wanted to eat her up right there. Instead, I controlled myself and rested myself into the opening below her armpit, laying my head on her shoulder. Prue placed her lips onto the top of my head, lingering there for a long time. I smiled as I remembered this feeling: safe.

I snuggled close to her, skimming my fingertips across her middle. Her skin grew goosebumps and I smiled to myself. "Can we still have sex after the baby's birth?" I asked, my voice small like a child's.

“Hmm, I don't know,” Prue sighed. “You broke one of the conditions.”

“You let me,” I countered, letting my hand trail down to her thigh.

“You're so devious, it's almost turning me on.”

I looked up at her to see her grin. I pushed myself up to kiss her, tearing the smile away. I pulled back, staring into her eyes. “Prue, do you still love Andy?” My voice was so meek it was barely recognizable.

Any sign of joy or contentment was drained from her face. She appeared uncomfortable. Pitching herself up on her elbows, she stared back. “Why are you asking me that?” Her voice was firm.

My heart drooped a little. “You do,” I said, the words almost inaudible.

“Delilah, I'll always love him.” I clenched my jaw, trying to hide the jealousy. My hand had automatically removed itself from her thigh. “He was my first best friend, my first boyfriend, my first... everything.”

Swallowing the big knot in my throat, I turned away from her and nodded as though I understood. Tears stung against my eyelids, burning like fire. I didn't want her to love anyone else.

“Hey,” she said, her voice soft. “Look at me.” Her hand reached to grasp my chin, slowly revolving me to face her. Through my puddled vision, I managed to see her green irises, so full of sympathy and warmth I wanted to melt, but I was way too anguished to do so. “I honestly never thought I'd fall in love again. Not after he died,” she furthered on, keeping that one hand on my chin and the other over the blanket shielding her chest. “Then you came along, Miss Sefton.”

I tried to laugh but the noise came out more bubbly than I intended. I clamped my eyelids shut to make the pressure of tears go away.

“If it hadn't been for your eyes, I don't know if I would've fallen this hard for you.”

Confused, I opened my watery eyes. “Huh?” I choked out.

“You had this look in your eyes the day you came to us. This... I don't know, like scared... frightened look,” Prue said, staring at me closely. “Victimized.”

“Weak,” I scoffed. 'The story of my life,' I moaned inside my head.

Her eyes narrowed slightly. “No, don't put words in my mouth.” I raised my eyebrows, surprised by her snap. “Your eyes were desperate for help, for protection. I knew right away that you couldn't have been evil. No one with that much humanity and suffering could be evil.

“That's how I knew,” she continued, “that I was supposed to protect you.” The hand on my chin curved around my cheek and brushed away a tear from the corner of my eye. “I think I saw it again, too, when Piper and Leo were on their honeymoon. I think I didn't want to see it, though, so I didn't ask.”

“I think you knew all along,” I confessed, hearing my voice clear up. “But you were scared to say anything, just like I was scared to let it come out.”

Her jaw clenched this time. “Maybe.”

Feeling suddenly exhausted, I yawned and shut my eyes. Then I yelped. Something moved inside me. “Ouch,” I whimpered, putting my palms on my midsection.

“What is it?” Prue asked with concern.

“I don't-- OW!” I cried, feeling another jab somewhere inside my stomach.

Prue's mouth curved upward in delight, her eyes bright.

I glared at her. “Prue, this isn't a good feeling!” I whined and yelped again at another hit. “I didn't even drink any damn water!”

“No, no, Delilah,” Prue said, putting her hands on top of mine. “It's kicking. The baby's kicking!”

“Ouch!” I winced. “Kicking?”

She nodded quickly. “It's perfectly natural and normal for babies to kick.” Holding the blanket close to her body, she maneuvered herself around so she was on her stomach, propping her head against my bulging stomach. I whimpered softly again, but this time it was because Prue was right below me, nestled between my two most pleasuring areas. My body was beginning to yearn for pleasure. Then there was another jolt that startled me -- and Prue, I think, too. But then she laughed and paused, waiting for more movement.

There were more kicks, more yelps from me, and more laughs from Prue. Eventually I was starting to laugh with her. It didn't hurt as much any longer, and each nudge was becoming more natural-feeling to me. Prue had pulled herself up, her grin stretched so far across her face it was unbelievable. “It kicks,” she murmured. “Your healthy, normal baby is kicking!”

Heat fanned my cheeks as I smiled down at my belly, rubbing my fingers over it gently. “It kicks,” I echoed her. “It's normal...”

Prue leaned in to kiss me, and I kissed her back. The baby kicked again, hitting Prue's skin against mine. I felt her muscles move as she smiled again and kept kissing me. She was so happy. And I was so happy to see her like that.

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Finally, a somewhat-normal moment for Prue and Delilah. Is more of that to come? I don't know... ;) Please leave reviews and tell me what you think should/will happen!