Cold reception

The next morning Faith was in the kitchen of the Haliwell manor, fixing herself breakfast, Phoebe and Piper were still upstairs engaged in yet another 69. The magnitism potion was certainly doing it's job, once Piper had come under her spell the two sisters were encouraged to take their new found attraction to each other as far as they wanted. Niether of them offered much resistance and were all over each other to the point where Faith was left with nothing to do but go to sleep.

Now she was plotting to bring Prue under her control before the pheramon enhancing spell wore off and she'd lose control of all three of them. She had noticed the coffee pot was empty but wether that was because Prue had drunk it or Phoebe had come home and drunk it or it had simply been poured out she didn't know.

She was reaching up to get a glass, her black shirt hiking up exposing her bare ass when Prue entered the kitchen.

She cleared her throat startling Faith who hadn't been paying any attention, "What are you doing here?" she asked coldly.

"Who me?" said Faith innocently, "Oh we kinda had a late night and a bit to much to drink last night so Phoebe said I could crash here, she seemed to think that would be ok."

"Whatever." said Prue looking through a pile of papers, "And where is Phoebe?"

"She's still in bed." replied Faith.

"And since there's no coffee I'm guessing Piper's not up either."

Faith shrugged, "I can make coffee I was going to do that anyway."

"No I'll just grab something later." she said walking off.

"Damn," thought Faith, Prue was definatly going to be tough to crack she didn't seem anywhere near as trusting as her sisters and didn't seem to like Faith to much which probablly meant getting close enough to make long term contact would be difficult, either way she had to work fast but first she figured she'd get Phoebe and Piper to join her in the shower.