"WEEKEND IN CARMEL"
Paige peered at her reflection from the mirror inside their hotel room, the following morning. "Oh God! Look at me! The circles under my eyes are so big, I look like a crack addict." She glanced at her older sister. "So do you."
An exhausted looking Piper snapped, "And the point of that little comment?"
"Well . . . we both have circles under our eyes."
Rolling her very exhausted eyes, Piper retorted, "What the hell did you expect? Cole and Olivia kept us up all night with their . . . you know. I mean, good grief! Four times! They did it . . . four times! And must they be so loud? I don't recall Cole being that loud when he and Phoebe were together."
With a shrug of her shoulders, Paige replied, "Maybe there's something about Olivia that releases Cole's sexual inhibitions. If he ever had any." Piper stared at her. "What?"
Piper sighed. "Prue once found a pair of handcuffs that belonged to Phoebe in the attic. Do you expect me to believe that Pheebs has never been able to get Cole excited?"
"But when Cole was with Phoebe, has he ever yelled like he did, last night?" Paige shot back. "The walls in our home aren't exactly thick."
Piper opened her mouth to respond . . . and yawned. "Oh God," she finally murmured. "I need more sleep. Why don't we just stay in our room, this morning?"
"Because we had promised to meet Olivia and Cole for breakfast." Paige grabbed her sister's arm and dragged the latter toward the front door. "Let's go."
Nearly ten minutes later, the two sisters found the Turners enjoying breakfast in the California Market, one of the hotel's two restaurants. The California Market was situated on a lengthy balcony that overlooked a steep cliff and the blue Pacific beyond. By the time Paige and Piper reached the couple's table, Olivia was feeding a piece of cantaloupe into Cole's mouth. After eating the piece of fruit, the half-demon glanced at the pair and smiled cheerfully. "Look who's here!" he greeted. "We wondered what happened to you two."
Olivia regarded the sisters with concerned eyes. "Wow! You two look exhausted. Perhaps you should get some more sleep."
Paige shook her head, as she and Piper sat down. "No, we're, uh . . . we're fine. We had stayed up just a little too late, last night. Watching movies." She added sheepishly. "I guess we couldn't sleep."
"What did you watch?" Cole asked.
The half-demon gave Paige a patient smile. "What movies did you watch?"
"CARNAL KNOWLEDGE." The words came out of Piper's mouth like a gunshot.
Paige admonished her older sister with a glare before she quickly added, "We also watched SMOKEY AND THE BANDIT." She grabbed the menu. "So, what's for breakfast?"
"I'd try the buffet, if I were you," Olivia suggested. "It's great." Her eyes focused upon the older Charmed One. "You know, Piper, I could bid on that armoire for you. Just in case you still might want to get some sleep."
A brave smile touched Piper's lips. "Oh, that's okay. Really. Don't worry. I'll be fine."
Four hours later, Piper struggled to keep her eyes opened, as she returned to the Monaghan Auction House with Paige and the Turners. Another forty minutes passed when Piper's eyes fluttered open. She glanced to her right and saw that Paige was fast asleep.
Piper then glanced at Olivia to her left. The latter's interest seemed focused upon the auctioneer standing behind a podium. "What happened?" she whispered to the redhead.
Olivia whispered back, "They've sold a late eighteenth-century silverware set and a painting." She frowned at Piper. "Were you asleep?"
"Huh?" Then Piper shook her head. "No. No! I . . . um, nothing. Never mind." She fixed her eyes upon the auctioneer. "I wonder what's going to be sold next." Unfortunately, she never got the chance to find out.
Another half hour passed before something fleshy and hard jabbed her in the side. Piper's eyes fluttered open for the second time. She saw people leaving the auction showroom. "What's going on?" she mumbled.
"The auction's over," Paige replied. "Sorry about the elbow jab, but you were asleep."
"The auction is . . ." Alarm struck Piper and she quickly rose to her feet. "Oh my God! The armoire! Who bought . . .?"
Olivia replied, "I did. Since you were asleep, I thought I might as well bid on the armoire. And I bought it. You can pay me back, later."
"Oh, I . . . um . . ." Feeling both confused and slightly embarrassed, Piper merely murmured, "Yeah, thanks. Uh . . . how much . . .?"
"I'll tell you later."
Piper eventually learned that Olivia had paid $475 for the armoire. She also learned that the redhead had purchased a meerschaum pipe, a ruby necklace and an antique China cabinet. The quartet made their way to one of the offices, where Olivia paid for her purchases. She also made arrangements to ship the items to San Francisco. Then Piper handed her a check for the amount she had paid for the armoire.
The four people stepped outside of the auction house. Cole glanced at his watch. "It's only five minutes to three. A walk along the beach and a visit to the aquarium would be nice," he suggested.
Paige muttered, "I think I need some sleep."
"Good idea," Piper added.
Cole said, "I suppose that would be a good idea. But don't be surprised if you two end up watching movies into the early morning, if you do go to bed this early."
The two sisters exchanged long-suffering looks. Both realized they would end up witnessing more than just a couple of late night movies. But they also needed sleep. Now. At least Piper did. "Yeah, I realize that," she finally said. "But I don't think that either of us can stay awake for the next few hours. We really need some sleep."
"Okay," Olivia said with a shrug. "I guess we'll see you two for dinner around seven. Don't forget. We're eating at the hotel's other restaurant, the Pacific Edge." She and Cole said their good-byes and walked away.
Paige turned to Piper. "We are so screwed! Cole's right. Even if we do get some sleep for the rest of this afternoon, we'll still end up wide awake tonight. And you know what that means."
A grimace tightened Piper's lips. She certainly did. Another night of listening to the Turners go at each other like dogs in heat. As the two sisters proceeded to walk down the street, a pharmacy caught Piper's eyes. And an idea came to her. "I've got an idea," she said. "C'mon!" She grabbed Paige's arm and crossed the street.
"We're we going?" Paige demanded.
"To that pharmacy."
The two sisters entered the pharmacy and made their way to the front counter. "Hi," Piper greeted the clerk. "Do you have any sleeping pills?"
"Sleeping pills?" The clerk, a pale and slightly heavy middle-aged woman, eyed the pair suspiciously. "Do you have a prescription?"
Piper bluntly replied, "No, we don't. But we need something that will allow us to get some sleep, tonight. We're staying at one of the local hotels, and our next door neighbors . . . are a bit noisy."
"Then I suggest that you complain to your hotel's manager," the clerk coolly replied.
As Piper struggled to keep herself from blowing up the woman, Paige quickly intervened. "Look, normally we would," the younger woman explained. "But the noise coming from our neighbors' room is more of the . . ." She sighed. ". . . more of the intimate kind. If you know what I mean."
The clerk's face turned pink, as her eyes widened. "Oh! I see."
"Precisely," Piper added in a clipped voice. "So, if you could find something that will help us get some sleep . . ."
The clerk immediately excused herself and disappeared into the back of the shop. Minutes passed before she returned to the front counter with a small bottle of pills. "I'm sorry that I can't give you anything stronger than this." She shook the bottle. "But it should be just as good as anything a doctor can prescribe to you. It's called Serax. Just take two pills before you go to bed."
Piper paid for the bottle of Serax. Then she grudgingly accepted the purchase and thanked the clerk before she and Paige left the shop.
It took the two Charmed Ones twenty minutes to return to the Park Hyatt. After making arrangements to be awaken around six, the sisters went to their room and promptly fell asleep. At the time designated, they received a wake-up call from the front desk. Paige and Piper dressed for dinner and made their way downstairs to the Pacific Edge Restaurant.
Piper could see how the restaurant's location lived up to its name. Located near the edge of a cliff, the restaurant's glass windows provided breathtaking views of the Pacific Ocean. She and Paige found the Turners already seated at at table located near one of the windows. The oldest Charmed One also noticed that the redhead looked slightly flushed and bright-eyed. She could only guess what brought that on.
"Did you get any sleep?" Cole asked, after the two sisters sat down.
Piper responded with a prim smile. "Yeah. Plenty."
The half-demon continued, "I only hope that you don't end up staying awake, tonight."
"Don't worry," Piper replied. "I'm sure that Paige and I will get plenty of sleep." She allowed herself a private smile, while Cole and Olivia gave her a questioning stare.
Later that evening, Paige and Piper accompanied the Turners to the Lobos Lounge, a place where hotel guests could relax and enjoy cocktails, sparkling conversation, and a roaring fireplace. After three hours of talk and after-dinner cocktails (non-alcoholic drinks for the Halliwells), the San Francisco visitors retired to their rooms. Both Paige and Piper had made sure to take their Serax before leaving the lounge. Fortunately, it did not take long for the medication to take effect.
Images of Harry filled Paige's slumber-filled mind. Images that included the weekend trip she and Harry had taken to Quebec, last fall. The dream took an erotic turn as it focused upon their late night activities in bed. Without realizing it, a few moans escaped from Paige's mouth, as her dream continued. But what started out as pleasurable became bizarre when her and Harry's images transformed into Olivia and Cole. The dream became even odder when the pair's sexual tryst turned vocal.
"Oh . . . oh . . . oh Go . . .!" The moans ended in a series of noises. THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
Paige's eyes fluttered open. She sat up. THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! What the hell?
A bright light illuminated the room. Paige saw that an annoyed-looking Piper had turned on the room lamp. The older woman sighed. "They're at it, again," she murmured wearily.
"Yes! Oh God! Yes!" Olivia's muffled voice cried. "Don't stop! Don't . . ." THUMP! THUMP!
Desperate to avoid listening to anymore of the Turners' love cries, a desperate Paige demanded, "I can't stand this, anymore! I need two more Serax pills."
"What for?" Piper grumbled. "It'll be a while before the pills take effect."
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
An idea came to Paige. "Maybe we should orb home. Get some sleep there, and return here, tomorrow morning."
Another sigh left Piper's mouth. "That would be great! Except . . . that's at least a good 175 dollars down the drain for tonight. Sorry, but I'm not willing to waste that amount of money."
Guttural cries permeated the sisters' hotel room. Cries that obviously belonged to Cole. "My God! O-ooo-liv-eeeia! What . . .?"
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
"Oh God. This should all be over, soon," Piper murmured. "I hope."
Louder thumping followed. Olivia and Cole's voices mingled together in some wild sexual cresendo. Then Cole yelled, "Ooooh . . . fuck! Fu-uuu-uck!" The thumping ceased.
"I don't think I can ever have sex with Harry again, without thinking of this weekend," Paige lamented.
Piper reached for the bottle of Serax. "Maybe that idea of taking more pills wasn't such a bad one after all," she said. "Why did we go on this trip?"
Paige gave her older sister a withering glare. Because you wanted to go to that auction," Paige gritted between her teeth. "And you had to drag me along."
The older Charmed One retrieved two pills from the bottle. "Well, remind me never to spend another weekend with Olivia and Cole. And if I forget . . . just remind me of Carmel."
"I don't think I can ever forget this trip." Paige added, "Give me the bottle. I only hope that I don't become some kind of pill popper, after tonight."
The two sisters swallowed two pills of Serax. Paige hoped that the pills would take effect before she and Piper would have to endure more sounds from the Turner-McNeill love machine.
Olivia's dark-green BMW came to a halt in front of the Halliwell manor on Prescott Street, the following afternoon. Cole glanced at the back seat and found both Piper and Paige fast asleep. "Hello? Ladies! We're here."
The two sisters snorted and grunted before Piper's dark eyes fluttered open. "Huh?" The groggy Charmed One glanced out of the window. "Oh! We're home. I guess . . . Paige! Wake up!" She nudged her younger sister.
The other Charmed One moaned several times before her eyes snapped open. "Huh? What?"
"We're home," Piper mumbled. "Wake up."
Cole frowned at the sisters. "You two look as if you can barely make it to the front door. Do you need a lift inside? Like a little teleportation?"
Paige opened her mouth to respond . . . and yawned. She certainly did not seemed to be in any condition to climb the long stoop to the manor's front porch, let alone orb to the manor. Piper spoke up. "I think we might need that lift after all. If you don't mind."
"Sure thing," Cole replied. He glanced at the younger woman. "Paige? Do you mind?" Paige responded with another yawn.
Piper added, "Well, it's been . . . interesting this weekend. Olivia, thanks for getting that armoire for me. Paige and I will see you later."
"Maybe we can do this again," Olivia said. "Spend the weekend together."
To Cole's surprise, Paige's eyes widened in horror. An odd expression appeared on Piper's face, while she said in a slightly strangled voice, "Uh . . . yeah. Some other time." Then she added in a too cheerful voice, "Well, we better get going. If you don't mind, Cole."
"Yeah. Sure." With a wave of his hand, the half-daemon teleported the two Charmed Ones and their luggage to inside the manor. Then he glanced at Olivia and saw the frown on her face. "What's wrong?"
Olivia replied, "Paige and Piper. Did you see the way they had reacted when I suggested spending another weekend together? They nearly freaked out."
"I thought they seemed a little weird."
"And they've been exhausted for most of the weekend," Olivia added. She paused momentarily. "You don't think . . . Do you think it's possible that we may have kept them up all night? I mean . . . we were a bit noisy."
Cole stared at his wife and then at the manor. His mind reeled at the idea that the Halliwells may have overheard him and Olivia. Recalling how the sisters had spent Friday night, he dismissed the idea. "I don't think so."
Olivia demanded, "Why not?"
"They were watching movies, all night long," Cole explained. "Don't you think we would have overheard their TV, if they had overheard us?" He paused to plant a light kiss on the right side of his wife's neck. "I'm sure that the hotel's walls were as thick as solid steel. Trust me." He gave Olivia another kiss. "Let's go home."
With a shrug, Olivia put the BMW in gear and proceeded to drive away from the manor.