Binding Ties

“Yes,” she finally answered. “Here we are.” Prue kept her arms straight by her sides, and her legs together. She stared at the ceiling, and didn‘t blink.

Cole seemed to ignore the fact that she wasn’t really responding. He continued gently stroking his thumb along her jaw, and then her neck. Slowly, he uncurled his other fingers and began to lightly trail them down her throat. He traced his index finger along her collarbone, never applying pressure.

When his ring finger brushed over an area of skin just above the swell of her left breast, they both heard her breath catch. In the darkened bedroom, she couldn’t actually see his triumphant smirk, but she knew it was there. Not that Prue had time to analyze what it meant, since Cole’s hand didn’t stop its slow incessant movement. He circled the edge of her nipple, almost lazily, and said softly, “It’s been a while for you, hasn’t it?”

She stared at him. “I was ready to wait for all eternity if I had to, Cole. Then your boss changed his mind.” Prue thought this comeback would annoy him, at the least. But all she got was a raised eyebrow, and a bit more pressure on her breast from his index finger.

“Our boss. Remember that.” He softly brought his entire hand around her breast, cupping it in his palm. He lifted it, and brought his mouth around the nipple, flicking at it with his tongue. She tried, and failed, to hold back a tiny sigh. There is no way you can or will enjoy this, she told herself sternly. Think of the terror of those two months last year. Think about how angry you were when you learned he was still alive. Think of the man you watched him kill, and how he’d laughed afterwards. Think about Andy. Above all, think about Phoebe, and what she’d say if she saw you right now.

Yet try as she might, Prue couldn’t completely suppress a thought which forced its way to the front of her mind: it had been a while since she’d been touched like this, since a man had looked at her with the lust that she saw right now in Cole’s eyes, since she’d felt truly wanted and valued for something besides protection, work, or the next vanquish. It was horrible, part of her knew, that all her senses were now focused on Cole’s hands snaking their way over her abdomen, or his tongue, now licking at her right breast.

She knew she was being seduced, though. And that didn’t make a lot of sense. “Cole,” she muttered, “What are you doing?”

He looked up, and even through the uneven shadows she could swear his smirk had reappeared. Absently, his hands came to rest on her lower arms, still at her sides. He reached up to the scar on her shoulder. Tracing the thin line, he murmured, “Oh, you mean this? Exploring. Investigating. Testing the waters. For instance,” he stopped tracing the scar and put his hands on her hips. Then he lightly traced two fingers across and down to her mound.

So slowly she wasn’t sure if she’d imagined it, those fingers dipped into her slit. She held her breath, although she was sure Cole was not going to find what he was looking for. No way in hell would she give him the satisfaction. But again he surprised her by apparently expecting that. His fingers kept moving, out onto the soft skin of her inner thighs, and then down, to the back of her knees. He teased around the edges there, where (and how he knew, if he did, she had no idea) she was ticklish.

Prue had to chew on her lip to keep from laughing, and between that and everything else, the fact that Cole had placed his hands on her knees and was slowly pushing them apart didn’t register like it should have. Only when he had bent his head over her now more exposed cunt did she stop and look at him. The corners of his mouth curled up.

“I wonder,” he said softly, before ducking his head down over her spread thighs. The shock of his audacity hit her before the moist heat of his mouth did. His tongue curled and licked in lines and circles. Cole also sucked at her folds, which, despite all her resolve, were moistening themselves. A few moments later, he raised his head.

Prue was biting down on her lower lip now, but that wasn’t the worst sign of how he’d affected her, or to Cole, the most intriguing. No, that would be the red flush that had risen on her skin, from her neck down to just under her breasts. Leaning over the side of her neck, he murmured, “Seems I don’t repulse you as much as either of us thought.”
He smirked again. “I knew those rumors weren’t true,” Cole whispered, taking in the sight of her.

Prue unclenched her jaw enough to mutter, “What rumors?”

He licked around her navel before meeting her glare. “The Triad gave me what information demons and warlocks had been able to gather on you and your sisters going back to the unbinding of your powers. That’s how they decided that I’d focus on Phoebe. Piper had Leo, and I was told not to mess with them.” His smirk widened so that it was almost Cheshire like. “At least, not directly. You were ruled out because the Triad thought you were too powerful to confront, but also,” he leaned over to whisper in her ear, “too frigid to seduce.”

Prue flinched away from him. “Bastard,” she almost spat. But again, the only response she got was bemusement, as Cole slid down her body.

“Oh, but you worry that the Triad was right, don’t you? In here?” He laid a hand against her heart, before letting it snake down her abdomen and between her legs. “But we both know now that that isn’t the whole story. It might not even be part of the story at all.” Then Cole drew a finger down her slit, before bending over and putting his mouth in the finger’s place. He licked around her clit before gently touching it with his tongue. When she didn’t flinch away this time, he began to lick at it.

Prue barely had time to react, although even if she did she probably wouldn’t have known where to begin. The little traitorous mental voice that had been so vocal lately whispered that Cole was right, of course he was right. If Barbas had attacked during the last year, the voice continued, he’d have convinced you that you become the crazy spinster aunt to Piper and Phoebe’s little girls, before dying gloriously in battle at age forty-five.

Cole’s mouth being between her legs again didn’t help her battle the voice. His tongue was touching her, there, and she could feel her body’s reaction. Like a drumbeat, with each stroke of his tongue the little voice chanted, “too long, too long, too long,” and Prue knew it was just a matter of time, whether she really wanted this or not. Which you don’t, at all, she tried to remind herself. This is Cole, aka the demon Belthazor, not some anonymous biker, and definitely not….

The memory almost overpowered her. She and Andy, on the queen sized bed in a room at the SF Hilton, after ditching Baker High’s chaperones. Prue had decided just the week before prom that she was ready. She’d given him her heart, the logic went, and they shared basically everything she didn’t have to share with her sisters, so why not give him this, too?

They’d been so unsure of themselves, and he, the basketball star who led the ‘88 Baker High Lions to victory over Oakland, had been almost shy. He hadn’t lasted more than half a minute inside her, but in the moments after, he’d kissed her so sweetly, she’d closed her eyes and just reveled in the feel of his muscles against her skin. “Prue,” he finally whispered, pulling back to look at her, “you’re crying. Did-did I hurt you?”

She laughed through the tears. “No, I’m okay. Great, actually. It was amazing.”

He frowned at her. “But you didn’t--”

She put a finger to his lips. “It’s okay. I just wanted my first time to be with you. Nothing else matters.”

He shrugged off her finger before taking her face in his hands. “It matters to me,” he told her. “Let me do this for you. Please?”

In mock exasperation, she rolled her eyes. “Well, if you’re going to insist on being all chivalrous about it….”

The feel of the gathering moisture between her legs brought her out of her reverie. Cole watched her face, and then bent and gave her clit a few more licks before sucking it into his mouth. Her toes were curling, her calves tensing; she was on the edge, and they both knew it. Phoebe, oh Pheebs, I’m so sorry, she thought. Slowly Cole raised his head and smirked widely.

“So much,” he whispered, “for sisterly loyalty.” With that, he kissed her, deeply, insistently, his tongue parting her lips. Prue could taste her own arousal there, and it frightened and yes, repulsed her, but it was also a thrill she couldn’t deny. A thrill she didn’t really want to stop, even when Cole shifted his weight to lay on top of her fully.

His cock pressed into her hip. The coolness in her chest grew more intense. She tilted her chin up at him, a sly smile, the kind Piper didn’t think she knew how to make, playing at her lips. He was hard, for her, and when she realized that a jolt of power and lust shot through her which was so strong that somehow thoughts of Phoebe faded away. Prue raised her hips, her mound now only inches from his cock. She arched her back, and muttered against his chest, “So much for true love.”

He looked down at her, with that hard look she’d seen in the saloon of an alternate reality, and then suddenly grabbed both her wrists and pulled them over her head. The next thing she felt was his mouth against the pulse point on her neck, biting hard enough to draw blood, and then sucking just as hard. She held her breath, and let him mark her.

He shifted his hips an instant later, never lifting his head. He entered her in one thrust, and then withdrew, deliberately. For the next few moments, Cole fucked her in short, shallow strokes. He was teasing her again. She arched her back, trying to take him in deeper, anything to get more pressure against her clit. His hand came up to her chest, and he pinched one of her nipples, hard. She hissed at him, in pain and frustration. Then she put one hand on his chest, and flicked her thumb against his right nipple.

His deep groan gave her the opening she needed to spread her legs wider and take him in up to his balls. “Witch,” he gasped against her throat. She chuckled, and after starting to move again, he began to nibble the soft skin there, leaving tiny marks.

A few minutes later he increased his pace. They could both feel his balls tightening, and then the jerk as he twisted to rub against her clit. Prue moaned, and his sense of triumph propelled his own release. He came with her shuttering around his cock.

He pushed himself off her a few moments later, and they both took a minute to catch their breath. Prue broke the silence first. “You were right,” she said, avoiding his surprised look. “It had been a while. Over a year, in fact. I-I’ve missed this.”

Cole turned toward her, the return of his smirk contrasting with the serious look in his eyes. “Prue Halliwell, admitting a demon was right? Hm. Like I said, this is a memorable day. Just don’t delude yourself into thinking that the hard part’s over.” He held her gaze until she nodded, and then he shifted against her again. Putting his arms around her abdomen, he whispered in her ear, “Sweet dreams.”

A little unnerved by that, but tired at the same time, Prue fell asleep minutes later. She did dream, but they were not sweet ones at all.