Sweet Seduction

Crimson - Thank you! :) I'm glad I've managed to give the characters proper justice, haha. I really don't like it when people do stories concerning certain characters and completely take them out of their character, so I'm really glad I've kept them in character. (wow, I said "character" much?) You don't like Prue? :o Haha, just kidding. I've always seemed to like her, and she's a great match for Delilah, no? ;)

I hope you enjoy this next chapter and continue to like the story, too! That goes to all of you readers, really. :D

Don't be afraid to review! I won't bite. I'll most likely kiss you, actually, haha. :)

Anyway, enjoy!

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The morning sun rose through the blinds in Prue's bedroom. Unaware, at first, that I was, I had been smiling as soon as my eyes had opened to the harsh light. The memories of last night were flooding into my brain: the lovely smell of her skin and hair, the tender touches of her hands along my body, the safe embrace inside her arms. I rolled over to the other side of the bed, hoping to see Prue's beautiful face staring back, but she wasn't. No one was there. Bending forward quickly, I glanced around the sides of the bed, naively believing that she was only hiding from me. Then I gasped and clutched the blanket over my bare chest as I caught the eyes of someone staring at me from at the end of Prue's bed. And it wasn't Prue.

The dirty gold hair color and bold look were awfully familiar to me. "Jarrod?" I asked in a frightened whisper, "What are you doing here?"

"Keeping an eye on you," he said, his mouth curving into a smirk, nowhere as cute as Prue's.

"What does that mean? Are you spying on me? Where's Prue?" The words were coming out nonstop.

"Quiet!" he hushed me, glimpsing at the door. "The middle one is downstairs in the kitchen, and I can't risk being seen... and neither can you," he added with a sneer.

I reddened immediately. "That's not fair, and it's quite disgusting, too! You can't just watch me!"

"Oh, yes, I can. Your father has told me to keep an eye on you, and I'm enjoying it." That ridiculous smile was planted firmly on his confident face. "'Well, well, Miss Delilah. I must be doing well,'" he mocked, sounding exactly like Prue. "'Miss Halliwell, I get wet just looking at you,'" he added, again mockingly, only this time using my voice.

Feeling offended and sick, I bit down on my lips to keep the vomit down. "This is an outrage; you don't have any right," I muttered softly.

He chuckled. "Delilah, I'm not here to torment you. The scene was beautiful really. So full of... lust."

"No! It was not lust, it was love," I snapped.

"That's what that was, hmm? The way you just let her do that to you after knowing her - what, how long? A day? My, yes, love just blooms that quickly, doesn't it?" He was enjoying this way too much.

"Haven't you ever heard of love at first sight?"

"I have, yes," he said, looking amused, "but that's only in fairytales, dear Delilah, and you're life is nothing close to a fairytale."

I bit down harder on my lips, nearly drawing blood because I was so angry. I couldn't speak; I was too infuriated.

"Anyway," he said with a sigh, "The Source believes--"

"He's watching, too?"

He bit his lip to look as though he was pondering. "I'm not sure, to be honest. The Seer might have been sending him messages or telling him," he told me. "Anyway," he continued, shaking the thoughts away, "The Source believes that Prue is falling for you already, much sooner than planned. Do not mess it up," he added warningly.

'I hope not,' I thought. I imagined how Prue would feel, knowing that she was being watched as well. She'd feel betrayed, hurt. Unknowningly, I thought hard: I don't wish to cause her any more pain.

A nasty chuckle filled the room as I wished I could've taken that back. "I knew it! I knew it, I knew it!" Jarrod jeered. "You've fallen for the witch."

I turned my face away, feeling it redden. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't protest or deny what he said.

"Quiet now, are you? I wonder what it is with these Halliwells. First Belthazor, the bloody traitor, and now The Source's weak daughter? Must be the human blood you both share. I remember telling The Source that he should've just had his way with that wench of a mother of yours, and then destroyed her."

"DON'T TALK ABOUT MY MOTHER!" I shouted.

Jarrod's eyes darted to the door again before, within nanoseconds, clutching my neck in his grasp tightly. "I said to be quiet!" he scolded quietly as I gasped for breath.

Distantly, I heard Piper call my name in worry, her feet coming up the stairs.

Letting go of my neck, allowing me to breathe raggedly, Jarrod whispered, "I'll be back," and shimmered away.

"Delilah?" Piper asked, knocking on the door.

Still breathing roughly, I sputtered out, "D-Don't come i-in! I'm n-not dr-dressed."

"Oh... okay," she said unsurely. "Are you okay? I heard you yelling."

"Yeah, I'm f-fine. I'll-I'll be down in a minute, okay?"

"Okay." Her footsteps descended down the hall and the stairs.

Sighing in relief, I fell back onto the bed. 'Damn Jarrod,' I thought angrily, 'Damn my father and The Seer. Damn them all!' I rose from the bed slowly, the smell of Prue's flesh getting fainter by each inch I'd move away. After glancing around the room to prove to myself that Jarrod was positively gone, I picked up my discarded clothes from last night and put them back on before leaving the room and walking timidly down to the kitchen.

I immediately saw Piper behind the counter and the wonderful scent of her cooking filled my nostrils again, making my stomach growl. Without looking at Piper, I trudged over to the table and took a seat, keeping my eyes on my hands. A plate was suddenly placed in front of me, looking absolutely delicious. "Wow... thank you," I said softly, admiring the plate.

She took a seat on the opposite side of the table, a warm smile on her face. "You're very welcome," she said kindly. "Would you like coffee?"

Giving her a questioning look, I repeated, "Coffee?"

Her smile broadened. "I'll get some for you to try."

Moments later, she placed a thick glass cup beside my plate, steam filling the air. I examined the inside of the cup: the liquid was a very dark brown, like the color of Prue's hair. I smiled at the thought.

Before lifting up the hot mug, Piper stated warningly, "Careful, it's hot!"

I glanced at her in confusion, took a sip, and nearly spat it back out. It tasted horrible! And it nearly incinerated my tongue. "Eek!" I squeaked, dropping the coffee back onto the table, panting like a dog.

Piper chuckled, attempting to cover her face with her hands. "I'm sorry," she managed to say through her giggles.

"You did that on purpose?" I asked, giving her a glare of sarcastic-anger.

Sighing after her laughing fit, grinning from ear to ear, she replied, "Guilty. I thought you might actually like it, but I guess not. The fruit should help."

I ate the berries from off my plate quickly, and she was right, it was soothing on my tingled tongue. The rest of the breakfast was exquisite, just as the other night's dinner. I helped Piper clean our dishes near the sink when we finished. Drying her hands with a rag, she asked, "Would you mind telling me why you were yelling this morning?" Her tone was motherly - stern but gentle.

"A nightmare," I said without thinking.

She was surprised by how quickly I answered, and almost looked at me suspiciously, but didn't press on. "I was thinking we could spend the day together, since Prue's working--"

"That's why she's gone?"

"Yes," she responded, "but she'll be done around five, I imagine. And who knows when Phoebe and Cole will come back."

My stomach churned at the thought of Belthazor.

"I was hoping we could go shopping," Piper added with a smile, "Just hang out." I looked around uncomfortably. "Don't worry, we'll have fun," she said assuringly.

Reluctantly, I followed Piper out the door and into her vehicle. We drove with only the noise of a pop song on the radio. I kept my eyes on the outside world, my thoughts still lingering on when Jarrod had arrived before. We came to a sudden stop at a large building. Piper removed her car keys from the small slot, placed them in her small bag, and opened her door. I did the same with my door, only with much more hesitance. I flinched at the sunlight and forced my arms over my eyes. "You alright?" Piper asked, suddenly appearing beside me.

"The sun," I said, still flinching.

I caught a glimpse of her hair waving as though she'd turned her head to look at the monstrous ball of light. She turned back, grabbed my hand, and ushered me into the large building. I sighed in relief when we went through the doors, away from the horrible brightness. "You're still not used to it, I see," Piper said.

"I never thought it would be so big and bright and... sunny," I mumbled, feeling idiotic.

Piper smirked at my silliness. "Let's go look for some new clothes," she offered kindly, then led the way toward a store.

Piper rummaged through the wide assortment of shirts while I mingled over to the lingerie. I felt the lacy fabrics between my fingertips, imagining how Prue's face would look if I wore them. "Prue has a thing for lavender, I think," the voice of the middle Charmed One whispered in my ear, the smirk plain in her voice.

Eagerly, I pulled a lavender, see-through gown off of the rack, eyeing it with excitement. "Does she?" I asked, my eyes twinkling.

"Mm-hmm," she added, eyeing the piece as well. "Would you like to buy it?"

Blushing faintly, I nodded and gave it to her. We paid for my new clothes that Piper had bought for me and carried it over to an ice cream shop, where we bought two cones. "Mmm, this is really good!" I said, admiring the sweet delicacy. "Nothing like what you make, though," I added to Piper, who laughed, thinking I was joking. "No, really! Your cooking as fantastic! Are you a chef?"

"Thank you. No, I'm not. Right now I own a club called P3, named after Prue, Phoebe, and me," - she sighed contently - "I love cooking, I always have, but I like where I am right now, too," she answered honestly.

I nodded slowly, understanding her. Timidly, I asked her, "Are you-- Er... how do you feel about Prue and me?"

She hesitated before answering, staring deeply into her chocolate ice cream. "I'm happy if Prue's happy," she answered simply. "And I can tell you make her feel that way. Before she left this morning, she had this glowing-look in her face... like she was on cloud nine. Nothing could ruin her day, and I have you to thank for that." She smiled a sincere smile my way.

"But she's never liked a woman before?"

"Not that I know of," Piper said, looking almost unsure. "I think Prue's only ever loved one person and that was our childhood friend Andy. He died a few years ago," she said sadly. "And since then, Prue's been looking for Mr. Perfect, the perfect guy out there for her." She paused, looked into her ice cream again, then smiled. "I suppose her problem was she was looking for Mr. Perfect."

I reddened again and nearly dropped the cone onto my lap. Another question popped into my head. "Do you think Phoebe's upset?"

"About the whole Cole-incident yesterday? Probably. But she'll get over it once she hears the entire story, I think." Then she asked me seriously, "Do you still love Cole?"

"I'm not sure if I ever really did love him. Well..." I groaned and sighed. "Cole was the only demon that didn't just have his way with me when he entered through my bedroom doors. He was polite, asked me questions, told me he wouldn't hurt me," I said quietly, my eyes watering. "I hoped that we would be together for as long as we could, but he had jobs to do, and I had my own purpose of living. I think he tried to kill so many innocents and witches just to be able to see me, as horrible as that sounds." I sniffled and wiped away the wetness between my eyelids. "He didn't come back for a long time after he told me The Triad were giving him another job involving three witches.

He fell in love with Phoebe?"

"Yeah. Prue was very skeptical about him since the beginning, but she's always watched out for Phoebe and me so I didn't think much of it. Then, when we figured out he was Belthazor, we went to vanquish him, and thought Phoebe did."

"Thought?" I questioned.

"She didn't really; she faked his death," Piper said, tossing her empty cone into the bin.

"Whoa," I breathed, following her motion. "She didn't tell you?"

"No, not for a while. Everyone thought that he was gone. After she told Prue and me, we were both really worried and angry, but Phoebe swore that she was over him. Ha, sure she was," Piper said with a loud laugh. "He eventually came back, and Phoebe couldn't deny that she still loved him, and so far he's been trying to be good."

"Prue still doesn't like him, though, right?"

"She doesn't trust him. He did try to kill us, that's true, but he'd never hurt Phoebe."

I nodded slowly, taking all of this in. We walked to the exit of the building and to the car. Piper's purse began to make a weird-ringing noise, causing me to jump unexpectedly. She laughed and said, "Sorry, my cell phone." She started talking into the small device to some person, mumbling "yes" and "sure" and "mm-hmm." Sighing deeply, she closed the phone and shoved it into her bag. "I guess I have to go to work and order more drinks since we're running out, and my fellow employees don't want to. So much for a day off, huh?" she huffed. My mouth curved into a small smile. "Want to come with?"

"Sure!" I said, a bit over-excitedly.

Piper smiled and we drove toward P3.

The inside of the building was so creative with all of the colors and lights. The stage had a bunch of speakers, instruments, and a microphone. Piper immediately walked behind the long tables in the center as I perched myself on one of the tall stools, nearly falling off. The middle sister excused herself after she grabbed a list of phone numbers and went into a smaller office on the other side of the club.

My eyes wandered over to the stage again where a black piano was positioned. I stood slowly, peering around for Piper, and walked over to the big instrument. I sat on the small stool and ran my fingers over the white and black keys. Without bothering to look up, I began to play a dark melody, my fingers moving at the speed of light. I hummed along to the haunting tune, harmonizing as I ended with a few light notes. Then there was clapping that brought me back into reality, frightening me and making me jump. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," said the most beautiful voice in the world.

"Prue," I breathed, a warm smile curving across my face. She walked onto the stage and pulled me into a tender hug. I forced my face into her neck, inhaling her sweet honey scent. Moaning quietly, I pulled away.

She turned to the piano and said in an amazed tone, "Wow, I can't believe how great you sounded! I mean, it was really gloomy and dark, but wonderfully played. You had a piano?"

"Yeah," I said, examining the piano once more, "It was one of the only things my father allowed me to have."

"Your voice was beautiful, too," Prue added.

Flushing, I shook my head. "No, it's not."

"Of course it is!" Prue declared and walked behind me before wrapping her arms around my stomach and placing her head on my shoulder, her lips near my neck. "Everything about you is beautiful," she whispered affectionately.

I trembled in her grasp, loving the feeling of her upon my skin again. Then I remembered that Jarrod may be watching us, and I pulled away. She looked at me in concern, as though she hurt me or I was displeased for some bizarre reason. I attempted to change the subject as I placed my hands inside my pockets, "Um... how was work? Is it five already?"

"It was fine..." she answered questioningly, "And no, it's not, but I convinced my boss that I wanted to leave early. It's only two."

"Oh, Prue, what are you doing here?" Piper called, letting me briefly off the hook. She raked a hand through her brunette hair frustratingly and rambled about her conversation with the people she'd been talking to, claiming that they'd put her on hold over a million times. "But anyway," she said with a dramatic sigh, "what's up? It's only two, why are you here? And how'd you know I-- we would be here?"

"My boss let me go early since I finished my shoot. I drove by here before going home and noticed your car outside and figured it was you and Delilah." She was still eyeing me curiously, while I struggled to not look toward her eyes.

"Well I'm done now, so we can head home. Maybe Phoebe's back," Piper said cheerfully, though Prue and I were feeling much more different.

As we left the club, Piper headed into her car, while Prue led me into hers. The ride home was quiet. I opened my mouth a few times to tell Prue that I was okay, that I just didn't want to hurt her more than I already was, but I couldn't. Prue glimpsed at me every other moment, but would turn away quick to watch the road.

When we reached the house, Piper had already gone inside with the shopping bags from earlier. "You guys went shopping, I see," Prue observed while undoing her safety belt, no real emotion in her voice.

"Yes," I said weakly. "Prue..." I began.

"What?" she asked, sounding almost irritated.

I bit down on my lip as it started to shake and water formed in my eyes. "Please don't be angry," I managed to whisper.

Her expression became contorted with sympathy as she leaned over and wrapped me up with her arms. She whispered her apology and hushed me as I cried in her arms. "I'm not angry, okay. I thought you were trying to tell me something when you pulled away earlier, something negative," she said as she held me.

I didn't say anything as she cuddled me in her safe arms. When I stopped my weeping, we pulled away from each other and walked into the house, hand in hand. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw that Belthazor was back, standing in the entrance. He heard the door open and turned around, casting a nervous glance between Prue, me, and our embracing hands. He gawked some more before stuttering, "Ph-Phoebe's in t-the-the kitchen," and managing a weak smug.

Prue let go of my hand and stood between Belthazor and me, staring at me with her green eyes. "Are you alright?" I nodded hastily. "Do you want to come with me to the kitchen or stay here?" she asked.

I peered over her shoulder to Belthazor, who was gazing back. "Go on in the kitchen, I'll be okay out here," I said, trying to sound confident.

The eldest sister cast me a nervous look before turning away. Belthazor squinted after her until she was out of sight, then turned to me. "So... what's your deal here, Delilah?" he asked seriously.

"I don't see why it's any of your business, Belthazor," I hissed.

"Oh, I think it is," he said sharply, advancing towards me, "You came here for a reason, and I think it has to do with the Charmed Ones."

"That has nothing to do with you," I said icily and walked backward.

He followed me, inching closer and closer. "Actually, it does. Because if it involves them, then it involves Phoebe, and no one is going to hurt her," he said defiantly.

"Oh, really, Belthazor? Or Cole. How does it feel to be 'good'? Yeah, like you ever could be."

"I am," he said matter-of-factly. "Is that what you're supposed to be being? 'Good'? What does Daddy have up his sleeve for his little princess?"

"'Daddy,'" I snapped quickly, "isn't doing this. I escaped."

"You expect me to believe that!" He grew even closer to me, nearly pushing me up against the door. "You have no way of getting up here unless you had help, and no one would help you. Now... why are you here?"

I was gasping softly now, feeling him so close to me after all this time. His body was millimeters from mine, so close... so close... "Stop!" I cried.

"What the hell?!" cried Prue, running into the hall, along with Phoebe while Piper ran down the stairs, to where Belthazor and I stood. Prue waved her hand and sent Belthazor flying into the other room. As I heard Phoebe shout, "Hey!" Prue stood before me, pushing strands of black hair out of my face. "Are you okay?" she asked in her motherly-tone.

"Yeah," I said softly, keeping my eyes only on the oldest Charmed One. Using my telepathic power, I asked Prue: Does Phoebe know about me?

She jumped awkwardly as this happened, gave me a disapproving smile, then mouthed, 'I'm not sure yet.'

Phoebe and Belthazor reappeared in the hall. Belthazor was rubbing his head angrily, sneering at me. "Prue, you didn't have to do that," Phoebe said hotly.

"What did you say to her?" Prue said fumingly to Belthazor, ignoring Phoebe's protest.

"All I was asking her was why she's here, that's all!" he retaliated. "Is that any reason to send me flying onto the table?"

"Yes," she stated simply. Piper suppressed a smirk, while I couldn't help baring mine. Belthazor looked at us all in disbelief.

"Do you know about Delilah's past, Cole?" Piper asked suddenly.

His eyebrows furrowed. "What, that she's The Source's daughter? Yes."

"She's what?!" Phoebe asked worriedly.

"Well, that was gonna be my next question, if he told Phoebe," Piper said with a shrug.

"You're his daughter?" Phoebe asked me, her eyes concerned - whether it was for me, her sisters, or herself, I don't know.

I nodded slowly and replied, "Yes."

"And you know what he lets demons do to her, correct? What he allowed you to do?" Prue asked Belthazor.

He hesitated before answering, "Yes."

"'What he allowed you to do'?" Phoebe repeated. "What does that mean?" Her question was for all of us, but no one seemed to reply. Piper was cautiously scanning all of us; I was keeping my focus on the floor; and Prue and Belthazor were giving each other glares. Phoebe turned to him crisply. "What does that mean?" she asked, saying each word aggressively.

Before he could reply, I answered, "It means that the demons that obey The Source and kill who they're assigned to kill, they get to... do what they want with me."

Her lip curled into an angry frown. "Meaning they..."

"Have sex with me? Yes."

"That's not sex, Delilah, that's rape," Prue argued.

"Oh my god," Phoebe said in a hushed tone. "Delilah, I--"

"It's okay," I whispered, smiling very weakly.

She turned to Belthazor. "And you just.. did that to her? You raped her, too?" she asked furiously.

"No, he didn't," I said boldly, keeping my eyes off of him. "Belthazor was kind to me. I considered him one of the nicer demons. Well.. the nicest."

Phoebe looked shocked and appalled as she looked from me to Belthazor. "I can't believe this," she whispered.

I wanted to throw up; all of this was happening so fast. Belthazor, my former lover, and Prue, my present lover, looked as though they were about to maul each other like animals. As though Belthazor knew I was thinking about them, he asked, pointing at Prue and me, "What's going on with you two?"

Prue finally took her enraged gaze off of him and onto me, looking a lot less angry and more caring. "Delilah and I..." she began, "We're together."

"Together?" Phoebe asked. "Like... dating?"

Prue smiled at me and replied, "Something like that."

I saw Phoebe look to Piper, who was grinning at Prue and me, then look to Belthazor, who looked quite displeased. "Could we, uh, go upstairs?" I asked Prue quietly.

"Sure," she responded and grasped my hand to lead me upstairs. I cast a final glance at Belthazor one more time, still looking upset. I heard Phoebe ask Piper something, but I couldn't hear it. I actually didn't want to. All I wanted was Prue at that moment.

I walked into Prue's bedroom and fell onto the bed, missing its comfort. The Charmed One shut the door behind her and joined me, kissing me tenderly as she did so. Pulling away, I whispered, "Mmm, I missed you."

She let out a sweet hum and replied, "I missed you, too."

I nuzzled myself into her neck and felt her head lay upon mine. When mere seconds passed as we embraced, she asked me, "Will you pull away again?"

Curiously, I lifted my head to look at her. She gazed back seriously. I rearranged myself so that I straddled her waist, and then I bent down to kiss her, to taste her lips. "Never," I said after pulling away.

We kissed more, entwining our tongues and rubbing our hands along each other's bodies. In the farthest depth of my mind the thought of Jarrod watching us lingered, but I didn't care. The heat and love that was flowing from her body to mine made me forget about almost everything.

A thought struck me immediately, causing me to sit up quickly. Slightly agitated, Prue gave me a look of unhappiness. "What?"

"I just remembered," I said, staring at her blankly before a smirk arose upon my lips. "I bought something."

Without hearing a word from Prue's mouth, I pounced off of her and the bed and scampered out the door into the hall where the shopping bags lay. Hastily, my hands scrambled through them, searching for the piece of clothing I needed. Finally, I found the article of clothing, grinned broadly, and skipped back into the room.

I hid the piece behind my back when I opened the door. Prue looked very puzzled when I arrived. I pulled out the lavender lingerie and smiled innocently. "Do you like it? It's lavender."

Prue's inquesitive face had faded and was now blooming with excitement. She got off the bed and walked over to me. She took the gown from my hands, placed it neatly on the bed, then helped me remove my shirt and jeans, admiring my pale body along the way.

Then she helped me into the gown. When we finished, she was smiling at me seductively, tracing her fingers along my stomach and chest, and she told me, "I love it." I whimpered eagerly, feeling the familiar dampness form in my sacred spot, while Prue continued to touch me. She leaned into my neck to kiss it with soft, butterfly kisses. She stopped at my ear and whispered, "And I love you."

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I have to say: AWWWW! :p

What'll happen next? :D