Disclaimer: None of these sexy characters belong to me. I'm just having a bit of fun with them.

Spoilers: for BtVS/Angel, just general stuff. Set post-"Chosen." For Charmed, one specific mention of "She's a Man, Baby…" Then general spoilers for S2-S5, because of the reference to Cole.

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Phoebe stifled a bored sigh and swiveled around on the bar stool. P3 was packed, as usual. Surely, there's someone interesting in this mass, she thought. Scanning the crowd of casually dressed people, the witch took mental notes on possible prospects.

"What's the matter, Phoebs? Can't find anyone you want to take home?" Piper asked. The older woman moved in next to the brunette-at-the-moment younger Halliwell.

"Not funny, Piper," she whined.

Laughing, Piper replied, "Yes, it is. For a minute, you looked like you were gonna turn into a succubus and find a mate to eat."

"Oooh, that was so uncalled for, Big Sister," Phoebe pouted. "Still, the mating – not the eating – sounds divine." She poked the other woman in the arm. "I can't let you be the only Halliwell to experience angelic bliss." The brunette yelped. "Ow! What's with the smacking?"

"You deserved it. Making comments about Leo's 'talents' isn't nice." Piper looked ready to say more when something caught her attention. "Hey, Phoebe, back corner. The moody brunette alone at the table."

Scanning the area with more purpose than before, Phoebe asked, "Demon? Dark Lighter?" Then, spotting the person in question, "Whoa! Major hottie. Can I at least go say hi before we have to vanquish her?"

"Goof! I pointed her out because she's right up your alley." Piper paused for effect. "Of course, she probably is a demon in that case."

Phoebe didn't join in the laughter. Even after all this time, memories of Cole still hurt. Jumping off the stool, she tossed over her shoulder, "I'm going to see if she needs another drink." She ignored the laughter that followed her across the club. Although the brunette appeared to be absorbed in looking at her drink, the middle Halliwell was sure the woman saw her coming.

"That drink bothering you? 'Cause I could maybe get you one you didn't have to stare down," she said. Standing with her hips pressed lightly against the table's edge, the witch waited for a response.

Warm brown eyes slowly lifted, making brief contact before sliding away. A disinterested shrug followed. "Nah. I'm good."

Phoebe waited, but the attractive woman just sat there, avoiding her eyes. "You mind if I join you?" she finally asked. The witch was confused. Normally, she didn't have to work this hard to garner an invitation.

Shrugging, her companion waved a hand at the room. "Ain't gonna stop you."

Swiping a chair from another table, Phoebe sat down. "I'm Phoebe," she said, trying to get the conversational ball rolling. No response. Mentally grinding her teeth, she tried again. "My sister owns this place. What do you think?"

Brown eyes left off their examination of the room. "Not really my style."

Again, the response was limited to a few words. Impatiently, the witch leaned forward and placed her elbows on the small table. "Do you always talk so much?"

"Usually."

Was there the slightest hint of a smile? Sensing a break in the strong, silent routine, Phoebe pressed on. "Well, hey, welcome to San Francisco. You here on business or…?" She let the words trail off.

"You're not gonna go away until I talk to you, right?"

The witch smiled brightly. "Nope. I'll just sit here and talk to you all night until you say something to get me to shut up."

"Figures. I come all the way up here to get away from Queen C and the endless chatter, and I run in to her long lost sister," the brunette lamented.

Tilting her head, Phoebe questioned, "Queen C?"

Shrugging, the other women explained, "A co-worker. She was some kinda prom queen back in the day. It's what the gang used to call her. Irritates the hell out of her now." She took a sip of her drink.

"So, what do you do with your coworker, the prom queen?" Phoebe pressed on. She let her voice drop to a purr and lazily reached to stroke the hand holding the glass.

The brunette smirked. "Not what you're thinking, that's for sure." With a quick move, she eluded the witch's stroking fingers, pinning the slim hand to the table. "Now, I'm curious. You wanna waste more time with small talk, or should we take this somewhere else?"

Although the invitation was abrupt, Phoebe smiled slowly. "I don't live far from here." She hesitated, "Unless, of course, you'd prefer somewhere else."

Keeping a firm hold on the other woman's hand, the brunette stood. "Haven't gotten around to finding a place for the night. Lead the way, Moonbeam."

"Moonbeam? Where'd that come from?"

Tugging on Phoebe's hand to keep her moving, the mysterious brunette blushed, losing a little more of the intimidating aloofness. "Ah, you said your name was Phoebe. She was a Greek goddess of the moon."

"Hmmm. I like that." Phoebe used their linked hands to pull the other woman closer. Looking up into the warm brown eyes, she murmured, "No one's ever called me a goddess before"

"Hope it don't give you performance anxiety or anything. Kinda hard to live up to, if you know what I mean."

Phoebe laughed out loud, garnering looks from nearby patrons. "C'mon. Let's go see just how anxious I am." She led the brunette up the stairs and out into the parking lot. It was a short walk to Phoebe's Volkswagen. She released the brunette's hand and fumbled for the keys in her purse. Her companion "helped" by pressing close and running her tongue along the neckline of the witch's vest. Warm breath teased her right ear, and Phoebe closed her eyes and shuddered. "Hmmm, unless you want to finish this here, it's time to stop. I need to be able to drive."

"Nah, I'm past my backseat groping days," the whisky rough voice replied. The brunette glided around to the passenger side. "C'mon, then, Moonbeam. Get in the car. I got plans for this evening."

Shaking herself out of her desired-induced daze, Phoebe finally pulled the keys from the bottom of her bag and pressed the button to unlock the doors. Fifteen minutes, and a lot groping later, she parked the car at the curb in front of the Manor. The trip to the front door took a while; both women more interested in getting more familiar with the other than with traveling up the walk. At the top of the stairs, the brunette pressed Phoebe against the door, lips and teeth marking a path down the offered throat.

The witch moaned and arched as hands wandered down her sides, brushing against the skin exposed by her top. Reaching the edge of the vest, the brunette's hands slipped under the material, strong fingers caressing the bare stomach and continuing upward. "Oh, yes, that feels good. Let's take this inside, before someone calls the police."

The other woman reluctantly moved away. "Yeah, no police sounds good."

Phoebe flung open the door, dragging her companion inside the manor. "My bedroom's upstairs."

Pausing briefly to check out the visible rooms of the large house, her companion said, "Nice place."

"I'll give you a tour – later," the witch promised. "Come on."

"Impatient, aren't you?" the other woman asked. "How about I help this along?" She scooped up a surprised Phoebe, who shrieked at being unexpectedly hoisted off the ground. Her transport trotted up the stairs, seemingly unaware of the weight in her arms.

During the short trip upward, Phoebe put her time to good use. Pressed against the warm body, the witch teased the brunette's nipples through her T-shirt. Laving the cotton with her tongue, Phoebe watched the buds harden, tenting out the tight material. By the time they reached the top, the brunette's breathing was ragged. "OK, Moonbeam, which way?"

"First door on the left," the witch answered, still tugging and twisting on her new toys. A few steps later, Phoebe stood next to her own bed, having been gently deposited on her feet. "You've got too many clothes on," she remarked. "We need to take care of that. Take off your boots," she ordered. Once the brunette had done that, the witch reached to pull the other woman's shirt off. Despite the desire running through her, Phoebe took her time now. The shirt came off inch by inch, and the witch made sure to touch as much skin as possible while sliding the material up and off. Naked from the waist up, the brunette was stunning. Cleary defined muscles rippled in the woman's shoulders and arms. Brushing her fingers over the warm skin of the brunette's abdomen goose-pimpled the skin and caused the woman to suck in deep breath.

"C'mon, baby. Let's take a look at the rest of the package," Phoebe cooed. Sliding her hands into the impossibly tight pants with difficulty, she undid the button. Now that her hand had more room to move, the witch realized nothing blocked access to the woman's sex. "Hmmm. Nice," she murmured. Turning the hand inside the tight leather so that the palm cupped and protected the wiry hair, Phoebe slid the zipper down with her other hand. Releasing the zipper, she slid that hand inside the leather as well, resting both palms against the bare hips. Smirking at the heavy breathing feathering her hair, she began to slide her hands down, taking the leather along.

When the pants fell below the brunette's hips, Phoebe dropped to her knees. She needed more leverage to finish the removal, and she wanted a closer view of her prize. Nuzzling into juncture of thigh and torso, licking the slightly salty skin, Phoebe quickly finished removing the leather pants. The brunette obligingly stepped out of the garment. With no barriers, Phoebe began to worship the body before her. Running her hands lazily from ankle to thigh, tickling the sensitive skin behind the woman's knee along the way, the witch smiled at the drawn out moan from above.

Bringing her wandering hands to the woman's sex, Phoebe gently opened the damp folds, teasing the exposed clit with her tongue. Pulling back for a moment, she looked into passion dark eyes. "I make it a practice to at least know first names before I get intimate," she commented huskily.

For a moment, she thought she'd lost the deal. The brunette stiffened in her embrace. Finally, though, the woman smiled, dimples peeking out, and replied, "Faith. Good enough to get you back where you left off?"

"Oh, I think I can work with that," Phoebe purred, returning to her teasing caresses. Running the flat of her tongue from Faith's opening to her clit, the witch hummed slightly, creating a vibration that had the brunette grabbing her hair and pulling her in even closer. Taking the pressure against her head as a big hint, Phoebe continued the oral caresses while sliding two fingers deep. She could feel Faith getting closer to orgasm. Quickening her thrusts and alternating licks with tiny nips at the engorged clit, Phoebe drove the woman mercilessly over the edge.

"Fuck, Moonbeam. Let's move this to the bed. Don't know if I can stay upright much longer," Faith groaned, still panting.

"I think that can be arranged." Phoebe stood, keeping as much contact between their bodies as possible. Once upright, she quickly shed the vest and the tight jeans she'd worn to the club. Crawling on to the bed, she lay on her back and held out a beckoning hand. Faith slowly moved forward, ignoring the hand. Gracefully, the brunette extended her body over Phoebe's, her nipples rubbing against the witch's.

"Get ready for a long ride, Moonbeam. I need to see if you've got enough stamina for a Goddess."