"WEEKEND IN CARMEL"
RATING: R Hinted sexual situations and adult language.
SUMMARY: Piper and Paige spend the weekend with Cole and Olivia Turner . . . and come to regret it. AU Season Six. Set three weeks after "Lies and Consequences.
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DISCLAIMER: The Charmed Ones and Cole Turner belong to Constance Burge, Brad Kern and Spelling Productions. Olivia McNeill Turner is thankfully, my creation.
"WEEKEND IN CARMEL"
"Well, this is interesting," Olivia McNeill Turner commented, as she unfolded her copy of the SAN FRANCISCO BAY-MIRROR. "There's going to be an antique auction in Carmel, this weekend.
Slowly, Cole Turner tore his gaze away from the legal file in his hand. "What about it?" He warily noted the gleam in his wife's green eyes. Then he sighed. "Please don't tell me that you plan to go to this auction."
Bubbling with enthusiasm, Olivia cried, "Why not? It'll be great! The auction will give me a chance to purchase some pieces for the shop."
Ah yes! The shop. Ever since The House of Brigid - Olivia's new antiquity shop on Union Square - had opened two weeks ago, she had become increasingly obsessed with the damn place. Despite the fact that she had hired Nathalie Green's nephew to manage it. "I know I'm going to regret asking this," Cole continued in a weary voice, "but when exactly is this auction?"
"Four days from now," Olivia replied. "The auction will be held on Saturday." She paused. "I thought we could check in at a local hotel on Friday and return here to San Francisco on Sunday."
Another sigh escaped from Cole's mouth. He had been planning a weekend trip to the Melora Dimension for a romantic interlude, not a business trip to Carmel. "Listen, why don't we just pop into Carmel on Saturday . . ."
"But I want to be there by Friday evening," Olivia insisted. "It would give us some . . ." She paused, as Cole gave her a pointed look. "I mean . . . it would give me a chance to get a good look at the merchandise before the auction, the next day."
In other words, the Turners would be traveling to Carmel on Friday. Cole had a good mind to grab his wife and simply teleport her to one of the resorts in the Melora Dimension. He figured that one glance inside a luxury suite would encourage Olivia to forget all about her store or the auction in Carmel. A sigh left his mouth. Who was he kidding? He could drag Olivia to the most beautiful spots in the universe and she still would never forget about that auction.
Cole leaned back into his chair and sighed. "All right," he mumbled. "I guess a weekend trip to Carmel shouldn't be a problem."
A wide smile touched his wife's generous mouth. "Great! I'll make reservations." She stood up, went over to Cole and kissed his cheek. "I know the perfect place where we can stay. You won't regret it."
"I better not!" Cole shot back. "I'm giving up a weekend in Melora Dimension for this auction."
Olivia gave him another kiss. This time, on the lips. "Don't worry. We won't have to spend 'all' of our time at the auction," she said in a husky voice.
Cole found himself growing warm. And hard. Perhaps this weekend in Carmel might prove to be promising, after all.
Paige Matthews and her sister, Piper Halliwell, strode into the police squad room. They headed straight toward Olivia's desk, where they found the red-haired witch engaged in a telephone call.
"No," Olivia was saying. "Turner. Olivia and Cole Turner. For two nights." She glanced at the two sisters and waved. "Hi! I'll be with you two in a minute. Have a seat."
Piper immediately sat down in the chair next to Olivia's desk. Paige glared at her older sister before she dragged an empty chair from Scott Yi's desk and settled it next to Piper. "Thanks a lot," she muttered to the older woman, as she sat down.
Meanwhile, Olivia continued her conversation on her cell phone. "Yes, that's right," she murmured. "How much is the room rate, again? One hundred and fifty-nine dollars, plus room tax? That's fine. And the check out time? Eleven in the morning. Great. Thank you very much." She disconnected her cell phone.
"What was that about?" Piper asked.
Olivia replied, "Cole and I are going to Carmel for the weekend."
"Ummmm, sounds nice," Paige commented. "Romantic getaway?"
With a rueful smile, Olivia corrected the younger woman. "More like a business trip. There's an antique auction and sale being held in Carmel, this Saturday. I'm interested in finding a few new pieces for the store."
"Wow! That sounds great!" Piper exclaimed. "I love old antique stores and such."
Paige stared at her older sister. "Since when?"
"For . . . a . . . long . . . time," Piper coolly and deliberately replied. "I may not have been an expert like Prue or Olivia, but I do like antiques. It's the old-fashioned girl in me."
Olivia smiled. "Well, maybe I can find something for you. What type of antique do you like? Figurines? Utensils? Cabinets? Clocks?"
Paige snorted. "Considering the number of times that clock of ours has been destroyed, maybe we should get another one . . . for decoy."
Piper ignored the younger woman and returned Olivia's smile. "You know, I'm thinking that perhaps I can join you guys. A weekend in Carmel sounds nice."
Olivia's green eyes widened in surprise. "Huh?"
"The auction," Piper continued. "I'm thinking of going. What's the name of the hotel you and Cole are . . .?"
"It's rather expensive."
Piper shrugged. "I'm a club owner. It shouldn't be a problem for me. What's the name of the hotel?" She whipped out a small notebook and pen from her purse. "And the telephone number, as well."
Olivia hesitated. Paige could sense the redhead's reluctance to answer Piper's request. "Uh . . . oh, it's . . . um . . ."
"What's wrong?" Piper asked innocently.
A weary sigh left Olivia's mouth. "Nothing. The hotel's name is the Highlands Inn Park Hyatt, Carmel. The telephone number is . . ." She glanced at her computer laptop. ". . . area code 831-620-1234."
Piper flashed a grateful smile. "Thanks!" She stuffed her pen back into her purse and removed her cell phone. "Let's just hope that the hotel still have a few rooms available." She dialed the hotel's phone number.
Paige shot another glance at Olivia. The redhead's stunned expression had returned. Paige tried to apologize with a silent, "Sorry," but Olivia did not even notice.
Cole looked as if someone had pulled a rug from underneath his feet. "Say that again?"
Olivia took a deep breath. "The Halliwells will be joining us in Carmel, this weekend. Piper made reservations at the same hotel. For the same weekend."
"Great!" Cole snarled. He stalked toward the living room's liquor cabinet and poured himself a glass of bourbon. Straight. "That's just great! I have to spend a whole weekend in Carmel because of an antique auction . . . with my ex-wife's family. One that includes a one year-old baby."
Olivia quickly added, "Oh, Phoebe won't be there. She's in Cleveland for some publicity thing for her column. And I hear that Leo will be taking care of Wyatt for the weekend."
Cole consumed his bourbon in a few swallows. "Well, isn't that precious?" he retorted. "We're still stuck with Paige and Piper!"
"Oh come on, Cole! It's not like we'll be sharing a room with them. And I doubt very much they'll be next door to us," Olivia protested.
Cole poured himself another glass of bourbon. "Then again, knowing our luck, they just might."
Three days later found the Halliwells and the Turners stepping out of an elevator and into the third floor corridor of the Highlands Inn Park Hyatt Hotel in Carmel. The four people strode along the colorfully decorated corridor until they reached a door marked 324. Olivia turned to the two sisters. "Well . . . this is it. Our room."
Paige glanced at the folder that held a pair of electronic key cards, some brochures and a hotel receipt for her and Piper. "Looks like we're going to be neighbors." She smiled at the Turners. "We're right next door in Room 326."
Olivia managed to curve her mouth into a cross between a smile and a grimace. Cole merely rolled his eyes and shoved his key card into Room 324's lock. "Uh, see you guys later," Olivia added lamely. She followed her husband into their room.
Once the Turners' door closed, Piper turned to Paige, wearing a frown. "Is it just me or did Olivia and Cole give us the brush off? I mean, what? They don't want us around or something?"
Paige heaved a long sigh. "Oh Piper. If you only knew."
The evening turned out to be more pleasant than Piper had anticipated. Cole's hostility vanished thanks to the superb meal enjoyed at one of Carmel's popular restaurants. Later that evening, the four visitors ended up at the Monaghan Auction House, where the merchandise had been set up for display in one of the building's showrooms. A mid-nineteenth century, double-door armoire made from solid oak had caught Piper's eye. She hoped that the wardrobe's price would be reasonable for her to bid on the item. If not, she planned to search for something similar in San Francisco.
"I don't know about you," Paige grumbled upon their return to the hotel, "but I'm beat. Between the long drive, dinner and visiting that auction house, I can barely keep my eyes opened." She flopped down on one of the twin beds. Piper sat down on her bed and reached for the telephone located on the nightstand, between their beds. Paige asked, "What are you doing?"
Piper answered, "Calling Leo. I want to check on Wyatt." She picked up the telephone receiver.
A sigh left Paige's mouth. "Uh, Piper? Has it ever occurred to you that Leo had taken Wyatt to the Whitelighters' Realm? He usually does that, when you're gone for a long period of time."
Piper slammed the receiver back on the telephone. "Oh yeah. I forgot." She sighed. "God, I wish that Phoebe was at home."
"I'm sure that Wyatt is safe," Paige said. "Meanwhile, let's get some sleep." The two Charmed Ones changed into their pajamas and went to bed.
Piper's eyes blinked open. She found herself surrounded by darkness. Did she just hear a noise? Seconds passed before she decided that her mind had been playing tricks on her. She then closed her eyes.
This time, Piper shot into a sitting position. She had not imagined things, after all. Who was making such noise at . . .? The Charmed One cast her bleary eyes at the room's digital clock. It read twenty-five minutes past eleven. Eleven twenty-five? She and Paige had only been asleep for only thirty minutes. What the hell was going on?
A deep, low moan followed. It was loud enough to wake up Paige. "What the hell?" the younger woman mumbled.
Piper switched on the light. "I think that someone is . . . having sex? And judging from where the noise is coming from . . ."
A horrified expression appeared on Paige's face. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "I think that's Olivia and Cole!"
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
Piper sighed as the noise continued. She had a good mind to go next door and demand that her neighbors . . .
"Oh God! Yes!" a female's voice cried out. Olivia. Piper immediately recognized the redhead's husky voice. "Don't . . . don't stop!"
The noise grew louder. Faster. And so did Olivia's cries. Then a masculine voice let out a guttural moan. The voice belonged to Cole.
"Oh my God," Piper muttered. "This is soooo wrong."
Paige added in a sotto voice, "And it's making me horny."
"Well? I can't help it!" Paige shot back.
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
The noise seemed to go on, forever. "Yes! Yes, that's it!" Olivia's voice cried. "That's . . ."
"Oh God!" The two sisters nearly recoiled at the sound of Cole's groan. "Oh God, you're so . . . beautiful. So . . . I'm . . . I can't stop! I . . ."
Olivia's voice cried, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh . . . oh Goddess! YES!"
At the same time, Cole yelled, "Oh . . . ah . . . I'm coming! I'm . . . God! Ye-ee-es!" His cries mingled with Olivia's in a crescendo of voices.
A brief moment of silence followed. Then Paige muttered, "Thank God that's over with. Now we can finally get some sleep."
Piper sighed. "Somehow, I don't think that will happen. Especially after hearing Phoebe's ex-husband have sex with his new wife. I think this night is going to torment me for the rest of my life."
End of Part 1