A/N: thank you for reading! If you weren't there to read this, I certainly wouldn't write this. It would remain a favorite little day dream for me to enjoy entirely on my own. So thank you. If you like it, please tell me why; what you want to read; what you think. As you might have guessed, the happy ending of this story isn't guarenteed but your review might make it more likely (wink wink)!

*I'm writing this because we never really got to know Wyatt. We were told he would be great; good was left up in the air. So here's a love story for him. He's kind of the opposite of Chris. Chris had to fight so many battles that even though we knew love would come hard to him, in the end he would have a love that would be as epic as any of the great love stories (in a good way). Wyatt is more like King Arthur; a great king, and as a great and honorable man it's assumed that because he's deserving of an epic love that he will find it in the most amazing woman. But we all know what happened to Arthur, or we think we do, and sometimes when love comes so easy at first it means hardships later on.

**So Please REVIEW! Because how you feel makes a difference in this story 'cause I love my readers!

She hadn't meant to go up to him; never meant to get that close to him again. Only one thing could come of interacting with him and she knew it, that was why she left as quickly as he had bulldozed into her. Wyatt Halliwell was bad news.

That still hadn't stopped her from going up to him at the bar. He hadn't smiled all night and that worried her. The man she knew was a happy soul; a good man. He always had been, and so she couldn't help but learn what was troubling him.

The redhead let him guide her to a table even as she told herself not to get involved with him. The mental list she created of reasons why she shouldn't get to know him was on auto play until she reminded herself of one very important fact. If she had truly hoped to avoid him then she wouldn't have attended the wedding. It hadn't been that hard to put it together when they ran into each other yesterday.

Wyatt was the best man.

The wedding would happen on the same day Bianca was supposed to marry her prince charming.

Bianca was marrying into the Halliwell family.

As she found herself introducing herself, Rae admitted to herself that she had known about him before their run in. She had already decided to go to the wedding. She had already decided to meet him. There was no need to torture herself in the moment. Her decision had been made. It had been made a long time ago.

That's why she agreed to leave with him after the Bride and Groom made their exit and the rest of the party started to break up; if it were anyone else she would have said no. Shaking her head, she admitted there was no one else. There never had been.

Wyatt had his fair share of girlfriends, flings and the occasional one night stand but truth be told he had never really been into bringing an almost complete stranger home with him, but he got the feeling she wasn't a stranger.

He hadn't needed to resort to using his powers; Wyatt didn't want that. Magic had always seemed to get in the way of his romantic relationships more than helping them and he preferred to keep magic and his love life as far apart as possible.

There was a connection. There had been that day on the street and when he heard her voice in the last place he expected to encounter her, his brother's wedding. It wasn't that exciting quickening of your heartbeat that he experienced as a teenager with Melanie Roberts or puppy love that had him wrapped around Erica Grant's little finger; it was a sort of recognition and with every word that passed between them Wyatt felt that connection grow and as it did his desire to be near her.

He still didn't know what to make of her but that didn't stop him from taking her back to his loft apartment. Manager of the family bar and co-owner of two other bars with his siblings, Wyatt could more than afford the apartment although he was only twenty-six years old. He ushered her in and watched with curiosity as Rae took everything in. Moving into the kitchen, he threw his jacket on a barstool and took down two mugs from a cabinet. "Coffee—"

Rae was really good at catching him off his guard. Truth be told it caught her off guard but before she gave herself time to think she was leaning up and dragging him down to kiss him.

His right hand immediately went to the back of her head, his left arm to her mid back to keep her pressed against him as he nipped at her lips. Groaning, he pushed away from the counter top where she had cornered him and turned the tables on her until she found herself being lifted onto the counter top; her legs instantly trapping his body as she stretched every limb to be as physically close to him as possible.

As their physical desire overwhelmed their systems all thoughts fled and their flesh blushed with their blood coursing through their bodies in overdrive. Rae ripped his suit shirt, spilling buttons all over the kitchen floor, just so she could feel his heart beat under her palm while Wyatt deviated from her lips to press kisses in the crook of her neck causing the buxom redhead to throw her head back and moan light, wispy cries that sent shivers up his spine and exciting him.

"Wyatt," she barely whispered and the witch picked her up, legs wrapped around his waist and brought her over to his king sized bed before letting her glide down his body to find her footing at the edge of the bed.

"If you're going to change your mind tell me now," Wyatt's voice was as stern as steel. "Tell me now," his hand braced against the side of her face and his fingers dove into her vibrant red locks, "because once I have you in my bed I won't stop." He looked into her eyes and arrested her stare. "You'll be mine."

It wasn't like her to be nervous but this was different; it was always different with him yet he was always the same—he always wanted to possess her; body, mind and soul.

Rae nodded slowly, biting her bottom lip without realizing it; her only tell that she wasn't as confident and sure of herself as she tried to portray, and in that second every ounce of pent up frustration, desire, and god knew what else was seared in his kiss as he quickly pulled the antique comb from her hair and pushed the straps of her dress down, throwing her down on his mattress.

Rae was unaware of how dispersed her energy had been until her body began to ground itself; Wyatt Halliwell had shown her the heavens and all the stars and celestial bodies of the galaxy. Lying there, a sheet tucked under her arms as she rested on her back, Rae focused on the clear, hollow breaths that entered and exited her chest; the sweat that cooled against her now inert body; the tingling in her nerve endings.

As time passed and she regained full function of her body and muscles, Rae turned on her side cuddling up to him. Wyatt was asleep and only a running giant could make enough sound to wake him up. Rae traced her fingertips along his stubble and every longing she had ever felt lingered on her face as she pressed the gentlest kiss to the corner of his lips.

And then she fled.