I had to upgrade the story's rating because of this chapter.

Disclaimer: I only wish I could own Charmed.

Wyatt's Move

"Phaith!" Zarlena yelled in her chambers.

Phaith shimmered in. "What?" she asked an enraged Zarlena.

"It's Monday! Why didn't you report to me about the older brother's move on you?" Zarlena asked, fighting the itching feeling to send Phaith flying against the walls for her insolence.

"He hasn't made it yet," Phaith defended.

"Very well," Zarlena said, finally calming herself. "Report to me immediately when he does."

"My lady." Phaith bowed her head and shimmered out.

Wyatt slammed his hand on the concrete blocks, shattering all three of them.

"Well done Wyatt," a man in a gui said, bowing to him.

Wyatt followed suit, sweat drenching his hair and cooling his bare chest. "Thank you sensei," he said.

"You have little more to learn from me. The lesson is over, but you may stay and continue to train if you wish."

"Thank you sensei," Wyatt said, bowing again. Wyatt took a quick drink of water, and then recruited three more students into playing a game of king of the hill. Wyatt taunted them with his speed and strength.

"Very impressive," Wyatt heard from a familiar voice. Wyatt signaled to the others he was done, and turned around. Phaith was standing barefoot on the mats with a black leotard and matching form fitting pants. "What are you doing here?" he asked, after mentally slapping himself for staring at her physique.

"You think you're the only one who enjoys a little physical activity?" Phaith asked. "Why are you here? I thought you had football practice."

"Oh yeah, that," Wyatt said, turning to another stack of concrete blocks. "They cut me," he said. Wyatt flipped and brought his leg down and decimated the blocks.

"They cut you?" Phaith asked, putting her gym bag by her sandals.

"Yep," Wyatt said. "They said they needed to make cuts and that I hadn't been pulling my weight."

"That's too bad," Phaith said, starting to stretch.

"Really?" Wyatt asked, looking puzzled.

"Yeah," she said. "If you put as much effort into playing football as you do martial arts you must be great." Phaith bent down toward Wyatt and stretched her back leg muscles. Wyatt moved his eyes downward. Man, she's hot! Wyatt thought to himself.

Phaith, sensing his emotions, smiled. "How about we play a little game?" she asked. "If I can beat you in a fair martial arts fight, including weapon use, you have to come listen to me perform at the Devil's Lounge across town."

"But when I win" Wyatt asked, putting his hands on his hips, "what do I get?"

"If you win," Phaith said, heavily stressing the "if", "I have to do anything you want, right after you win."

"What about Chris?" Wyatt asked.

"What about him?" Phaith countered, looking him square in the eye.

Wyatt laughed. "Deal," he said, extending his hand.

Phaith smiled, grabbed it, pulled his arm, and flipped him over her shoulder to land on the mats. Wyatt kicked his foot and knocked her back enough for him to be able to leap to his feet. "Clever little Phaith," Wyatt said, turning to face her with a charming grin.

"Little Phaith is full of surprises," Phaith said, grabbing twin kitana. "Now, shut up and fight."

Wyatt grabbed a pair of num chucks and the two renewed their passionate fight. Wyatt was surprised by how quick and nimble Phaith was. Several times she'd come close to beating him.

Phaith knocked the num chucks from Wyatt's hands. "Surrender," she said, breathing and sweating heavily.

"Never," Wyatt said, cartwheeling to the side and grabbing a bo staff. "Have it your way then," Phaith said.

Phaith charged him and leapt, kitanas outstretched. Wyatt waited until she was close enough and then twirled his bo, catching Phaith's kitanas, and flipping Phaith in midair. Phaith landed on the mats and lost all the breath from her lungs. Wyatt moved his foot to rest on her chest and placed the end of the staff by her throat. "Surrender," Wyatt breathed, his breath as quick as hers.

"Never," she whispered.

"Then yield to me," he said.

Phaith slowed her breathing. "As you wish," she said, her voice low and sensual.

"How far is your place?" Wyatt asked, helping her to her feet.

"One block," Phaith said, slipping her sandals on and picking up her gym bag.

"Good," Wyatt said, putting his black leather jacket and changing into his blue jeans. When the two walked out of the dojo, Wyatt led Phaith over to his motorcycle. "Hop on," he said, getting on the bike. Phaith easily slid behind him and hugged herself around Wyatt's torso. "Rock hard," Phaith whispered in his ear.

"You know it," Wyatt said, starting the motorcycle into a roaring beast.

Once inside Phaith's apartment, Phaith turned to Wyatt. "So what's it going to be Wyatt?" she asked, tossing her keys and bag into an armchair.

"Where's the bedroom?" Wyatt asked taking off his jacked; revealing his muscular physique again.

"Follow me," Phaith said, taking his hand.

Phaith led him into her bedroom, which was decorated mostly with black. Phaith pulled off her leotard top and stepped out of her pants. Dressed only in her black lace undergarments, Phaith laid on her bed, and turned to look at Wyatt. Wyatt stripped off his jeans leaving only his black boxer briefs. He then slowly crawled up the bed toward Phaith's waiting arms and lips.

A/N: Told you I had to upgrade the rating. R&R plz!

PS: I didn't forget to have Wyatt put on his shirt after he and Phaith had their fight; he just didn't put it on. And I used specific color and items for a little foreshadowing. And I know I have a lot of scenes with Wyatt's shirt off, but all I'm doing is emphasizing the difference between he and Chris; muscle against mind.