Okay, this is my first fic EVER. So I'm a little nervous. Constructive
criticism is welcome, but flames are really just pointless.
Disclaimer: I don't own the masterpiece, 'Charmed' and if this is in any way resembled to work you wrote or read it is purely coincidence.
Chapter One: The First Morning
Paige Matthews rolled onto her stomach, wrapping thin crème-colored sheets around her icy shoulders. She frowned as the sun kissed the window, and an awful golden glare glinted, penetrating her eyelids and condemning her to wake-up. This was the one time she wished she was skill the goddess of war. She could've blown up the horrid star and gone back to bed. She rotated to the other side of the bed and frowned, as responsibility beckoned her to the waking world. Damn it.
She stayed still for a moment, and could feel her heart beating against a hand curled up to her chest. Just for an excuse to stay in bed longer, she decided to examine if it matched her breathing. She strained her ears only to find something odd that startled her. She wasn't the only one in her bed.
Paige's eyes snapped open to see her white lighter sleeping soundly next to her, his bare chest rising and falling with each calming breath. It took her a moment to realize he probably wasn't wearing anything on under there. /This is bad, very, very bad! / Paige calmed her racing heart and peeked under the sheets. She certainly wasn't wearing anything. /Put two and two together Paige, /she thought to herself.
She turned onto her back and tried to sort out bewildered theories of how they had ended up together. like this. together. She thought about the night before. Phoebe had decided to take Piper out for a girl's night, but Paige passed on it, volunteering to baby-sit Wyatt. She was playing with him when Chris orbed in, with a distinct lack of reason and they had talked, about trivial things, her past, her super-witch phase. She finally sang Wyatt to sleep, and blushed from Chris's compliment on her singing. Fast-forward a bit and they had walked down to the kitchen to. and then a void popped up in Paige's memory. She had absolutely no idea what had happened. /Well, since I don't know- Chris is in SO much trouble./
Paige hesitated a minute. Chris had such an angelic look on his face when he slept. She couldn't figure out why, but Chris had an odd glow to him. Not the typical blue-lights glow, just some sort of sad aura. /Sad but hot. I didn't just think that. / Paige mentally shook herself, before grabbing his shoulder and shaking him slightly.
"Chris. Chris!" she whispered urgently. Chris's head stirred slightly and Paige was about to harshly question him, when he rolled over and pinned her down with his arm, burying his face into her fiercely red hair. He let out a deep, contented moan and started to unconsciously run his hand over Paige's (covered) thigh. "Okay, that was unexpected." Paige mused, frowning slightly. Butterflies were running laps in her stomach, and she could feel Chris's warm breath on her neck. "Get your head out of the clouds!" Paige advised herself, gently lifting Chris's hand off her. Only one way to make sure something like that didn't happen again. Paige took a deep breath and with a good portion of her strength, shoved him off the bed.
She hadn't really considered the possibility that Chris might accidentally take the whole sheet when he sprawled out next to the bed with a loud thump, leaving Paige naked on the bed. She emitted a small screech and scrambled for a pillow, leaping off the opposite side before Chris could see her.
"What the hell." she heard him state wearily. A second later, his head poked over the side of the bed to see her wide, horrified child's eyes staring at him. He raised an eyebrow. After having something push him off a bed, he was surprised to see Paige crouching beside the bed, clutching a pillow to her body. "What are you doing here?" he questioned, rubbing a sore spot on the back of his head, squinting his eyes to spare them from the morning light.
"What am I doing here? This is my room!" she responded angrily, turning her stare into a glare. He was supposed to be the one with the answers!
"Why aren't you wearing anything?" he asked gruffly, trying to ignore the obvious question. He started to stand up and wrapped the sheet around his waist. Paige realized he could see more of her than she would have preferred and ripped of the matching bed cover. Chris rubbed his temples as Paige stood up defiantly.
"Same to you, I'm the one who can't remember how the heck we ended up like this!" she retorted.
Chris grimaced. Come to think of it, what had happened?
Well...... how was it? Please review! I need encouragement!
Disclaimer: I don't own the masterpiece, 'Charmed' and if this is in any way resembled to work you wrote or read it is purely coincidence.
Chapter One: The First Morning
Paige Matthews rolled onto her stomach, wrapping thin crème-colored sheets around her icy shoulders. She frowned as the sun kissed the window, and an awful golden glare glinted, penetrating her eyelids and condemning her to wake-up. This was the one time she wished she was skill the goddess of war. She could've blown up the horrid star and gone back to bed. She rotated to the other side of the bed and frowned, as responsibility beckoned her to the waking world. Damn it.
She stayed still for a moment, and could feel her heart beating against a hand curled up to her chest. Just for an excuse to stay in bed longer, she decided to examine if it matched her breathing. She strained her ears only to find something odd that startled her. She wasn't the only one in her bed.
Paige's eyes snapped open to see her white lighter sleeping soundly next to her, his bare chest rising and falling with each calming breath. It took her a moment to realize he probably wasn't wearing anything on under there. /This is bad, very, very bad! / Paige calmed her racing heart and peeked under the sheets. She certainly wasn't wearing anything. /Put two and two together Paige, /she thought to herself.
She turned onto her back and tried to sort out bewildered theories of how they had ended up together. like this. together. She thought about the night before. Phoebe had decided to take Piper out for a girl's night, but Paige passed on it, volunteering to baby-sit Wyatt. She was playing with him when Chris orbed in, with a distinct lack of reason and they had talked, about trivial things, her past, her super-witch phase. She finally sang Wyatt to sleep, and blushed from Chris's compliment on her singing. Fast-forward a bit and they had walked down to the kitchen to. and then a void popped up in Paige's memory. She had absolutely no idea what had happened. /Well, since I don't know- Chris is in SO much trouble./
Paige hesitated a minute. Chris had such an angelic look on his face when he slept. She couldn't figure out why, but Chris had an odd glow to him. Not the typical blue-lights glow, just some sort of sad aura. /Sad but hot. I didn't just think that. / Paige mentally shook herself, before grabbing his shoulder and shaking him slightly.
"Chris. Chris!" she whispered urgently. Chris's head stirred slightly and Paige was about to harshly question him, when he rolled over and pinned her down with his arm, burying his face into her fiercely red hair. He let out a deep, contented moan and started to unconsciously run his hand over Paige's (covered) thigh. "Okay, that was unexpected." Paige mused, frowning slightly. Butterflies were running laps in her stomach, and she could feel Chris's warm breath on her neck. "Get your head out of the clouds!" Paige advised herself, gently lifting Chris's hand off her. Only one way to make sure something like that didn't happen again. Paige took a deep breath and with a good portion of her strength, shoved him off the bed.
She hadn't really considered the possibility that Chris might accidentally take the whole sheet when he sprawled out next to the bed with a loud thump, leaving Paige naked on the bed. She emitted a small screech and scrambled for a pillow, leaping off the opposite side before Chris could see her.
"What the hell." she heard him state wearily. A second later, his head poked over the side of the bed to see her wide, horrified child's eyes staring at him. He raised an eyebrow. After having something push him off a bed, he was surprised to see Paige crouching beside the bed, clutching a pillow to her body. "What are you doing here?" he questioned, rubbing a sore spot on the back of his head, squinting his eyes to spare them from the morning light.
"What am I doing here? This is my room!" she responded angrily, turning her stare into a glare. He was supposed to be the one with the answers!
"Why aren't you wearing anything?" he asked gruffly, trying to ignore the obvious question. He started to stand up and wrapped the sheet around his waist. Paige realized he could see more of her than she would have preferred and ripped of the matching bed cover. Chris rubbed his temples as Paige stood up defiantly.
"Same to you, I'm the one who can't remember how the heck we ended up like this!" she retorted.
Chris grimaced. Come to think of it, what had happened?
Well...... how was it? Please review! I need encouragement!