Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed, and it's as simple as that.
Phaith and Wyatt
Wyatt knocked on Phaith's door. He was wearing faded blue jeans, and a white button up shirt. Instead of his usual van shoes, Wyatt was wearing brand new black leather boots. He had a cowboy hat on, hiding most of his curly blonde hair, and a black bag over his shoulder.
"Just a second," Phaith called to the door. She checked her image in the mirror again. She was wearing the same style of jeans, but black, and had on a white blouse. She too was wearing boots, but a lighter color of black.
Phaith sighed. This would be the last date that Wyatt had with her unless they turned him evil. This was the second to last part of the plan, and Phaith was definitely looking forward to what Wyatt had in surprise for her.
Phaith grabbed her purse and opened the door. "Hey Wyatt," she said, leaning against the doorframe.
"For you," Wyatt said, pulling his hand from behind his back and giving Phaith a black rose.
Phaith smiled. "Are you tempting me or threatening me?" she asked, smelling the sweet scent of the rose.
Wyatt smirked. "Of course I'm tempting you," Wyatt said. "Shall we?" he asked, offering her his arm.
"Why thank you my good sir," Phaith said, taking his arm.
The two walked out to the street. "Where's your motorcycle?" Phaith asked.
"I thought we'd go by car today," Wyatt said, opening the door to a scarlet mustang convertible. Phaith smiled. "I'm impressed," she said, seating herself on maroon leather seating.
"I always impress," Wyatt said, walking around and getting in himself. Wyatt started the car and they drove off towards the outskirts of San Francisco.
Phaith watched him, and felt his emotions rising. "Mind if we listen to some music I brought?" Phaith asked, producing a purple burned CD. "Not at all," Wyatt said.
Phaith put in the CD and the two listened in silence as they listened to Jefferson Airplane's "Somebody to Love", R.E.M.'s "Losing My Religion", and Bonnie Raitt's "I Can't Make You Love Me." At the final notes of "I Can't Make You Love Me", Wyatt stopped the car in front of a ranch. "We're here," he said.
Phaith looked around to see if there was anybody even there. "There's nobody here," she said.
"Exactly," Wyatt said. "Come on." Wyatt grabbed his bag, and pulled the keys out of the ignition and pocketed them. He and Phaith walked up to the house and knocked. "They're in the barn Wyatt," a man yelled from inside.
"Thanks Tom," Wyatt called back.
Wyatt led Phaith into the barn to find two horses, saddled, and ready to go. Phaith stopped in the doorway. "We're horseback riding?" Phaith asked, looking a little pensive about getting on a horse.
"Yep," Wyatt said, placing his bag on the back of the saddle with cords. He turned to see her staring at the horse, fear written all over her face. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"I'm a little afraid of horses," Phaith admitted, taking a step back. The truth was she didn't want the horse to give away her demonic side.
"Oh," Wyatt said. "Well, that's okay. If you want we can ride on the same horse."
Phaith smiled. "Okay," she said timidly, playing up the situation.
Wyatt saddled himself effortlessly, and held out his hand for Phaith. She took it, and managed to pull herself up onto the horse, right behind Wyatt. "Why is it whenever we ride somewhere I have to be in the back?" Phaith asked.
"You're just lucky I guess," Wyatt laughed, easing the horse into an easy trot. The two rode for about an hour, underneath a warmly lit blue sky. They exchanged jokes and ambitions, Phaith making those up on the spot. Suddenly, they came upon a clearing like none Phaith had ever seen. It was breathtaking with a lake, a very full meadow, and even a post set up to tie horses to.
Wyatt coxed the horse down to the bar. Wyatt slid off the horse, and hoisted Phaith off. He then unsaddled the horse, and let it wonder around. "What if the horse goes back without us?" Phaith asked.
"He won't," Wyatt said. "Now, for the swimming."
Phaith turned on him abruptly. "What?" she asked. "I know you ain't thinking about going skinny-dipping with me."
"I don't see why not?" Wyatt said, unbuttoning his shirt. "We've seen everything on the other person."
"Oh be serious," Phaith said, mockingly punching his arm.
Wyatt laughed. "Alright," he said. "Here, I bought you a suit." Wyatt tossed her a two piece black suit, lined around the edges with crimson flames.
"This is just like one I would buy," Phaith said.
"I know," Wyatt said. Phaith stepped behind a tree, and changed into the suit, while Wyatt continued to strip off his own clothes and put on the bright blue trunks he brought for himself. Very soon, Phaith heard a splash and saw Wyatt swimming in the lake. She sighed and jumped in after him.
After playing in the lake for what seemed like hours, the two came out and Wyatt produced two towels and a blanket from his bag. He laid the blanket on the ground and pulled out two small bags of food for them to eat. While eating the sandwiches, enchanted by the magic of the afternoon Phaith looked at Wyatt, who was gazing out over the lake. "Why did you bring me here?" Phaith asked. "If you had wanted to go swimming so badly, we could have just gone to the beach."
"We could have done that, yes. But, I wanted to show you a more sensitive side to me. Not just the side that wants sex," Wyatt said, turning to look at Phaith , who was covering herself against the cold breeze with her towel. "Which I wouldn't mind by the way," he added softly.
"A gentleman waits," Phaith said. "But I'm too tired to think about that right now." She crawled over to him, and cuddled next to his bosom. She pulled his towel over the two of them, succumbing to the welcome call of sleep in Wyatt's arms. Wyatt held Phaith close to him, and thought of all the things that had just happened, and of Phaith sleeping peacefully on his arm. "Eat your heart out Chris," Wyatt said to the serene scene before him. "I will win the little wager on Phaith. I will be the one she chooses in a few days time."
Later . . . Phaith shivered from the cold breeze. Wyatt reached around her and pushed her closer to his warm body. She turned her head and kissed him on the lips. "What time is it?" she asked.
Wyatt pulled a watch off the blanket. "It's getting on to six," he said. "We should probably head back. Phaith and Wyatt put their clothes on quickly, as the breeze was becoming stronger by the minute. Wyatt quickly saddled the horse, while Phaith put all of their stuff into the bag. Soon, the two were back on the horse and headed back to the house.
But nature, it seemed, was out to spoil their day. The sky soon was dark, and the air cold. Not too much later the rain came, drenching them completely. When they finally got to the barn and set the horse in his stall, they headed to the house to see if they could use Tom's phone to call Wyatt's folks. All they found of Tom was a note saying that he had to go into town; and that they could spend the night if it got too stormy.
Wyatt looked at the dirt road leading away from the house. "I think we had better stay here," he said.
"I'm inclined to agree with you," Phaith said, pushing the door open to a very old-fashioned log cabin home. Wyatt moved to the fireplace and got it higher, while Phaith went upstairs to get some towels. Before she could even make it downstairs, Wyatt met her upstairs, and backed her into the bedroom. "Wyatt, there's something I need to tell you," she whispered in the dark.
"Sssh," was all she heard before she felt Wyatt's breath on her face. "I know that Chris and I are competing to see who wins your heart," he said, leaning ever closer, causing her to fall backward on the bed.
"But Wyatt," she started. But Wyatt cut her off, by snatching her mouth with his. Phaith cried in the back of her mind. Wyatt, she pleaded softly while feeling him undress her. Please don't do this. I don't want to hurt you. But, Phaith could not fight off Wyatt's emotions any longer, and gave in to Wyatt's pleading moans. Soon the two were rolling on the bed, illuminated only by the flashes of lightning outside.
A/N: Y'all know the drill. R&R plz!