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"I don't know how much we can trust her," Bianca said. "But I do think this is hurting her."
"I'm not stopping until we get something valuable out of her," Wyatt countered.
"Do you believe her?" Bianca inquired.
"In regards to what?"
"Us."
"No," Wyatt stated clearly, sitting heavily in the armchair. "You made it quite clear that you are and always will be in love with Chris, and that I am just someone you work for. That was a heinous error in judgement on her part. You've always chosen him over me."
"That's not entirely true," Bianca said. She stepped towards the couch, easily lowering herself down as she watched him. "It took a lot for him to convince me to believe what he was saying. In the end we were just trying to help you. But nothing changed, and now he's dead."
"Things did change, but I didn't want to tell you," Wyatt confessed.
"What things?" she queried.
Wyatt scratched his chin. "I think he got rid of some rather unsavoury characters while he was back there. A lot of demons disappeared off the radar. One you know rather well vanquished beneath my hands without any implementation from me… after I followed you."
"Why?" she asked heatedly. She didn't like to think that he had been stalking her, that he didn't trust her.
"Apart from the fact that I didn't trust that cretin, I needed to uncover a way to convince you to go back. I had no idea my brother was hiding such dirty little secrets from you. You didn't even question me when I told you I knew."
Bianca sat back. He was right, she hadn't. She had been so captivated by the kiss that the meaning behind all he had said easily fell away into the thick abyss of confusion.
She heard a tiny snapping and clicking sound pass through the silence. Glancing back to him she saw his head was bowed, watching as he idly opened and closed the catch on the metal band around his wrist.
"Why did you offer yourself up to me?" he asked quietly.
Bianca turned her head away, swallowing hard before indomitably looking back to him. "Why did you turn me down?"
"Bianca, please. Don't argue with me. Just answer the question."
"I didn't want to feel that pain anymore. I didn't know what to do. And I thought that's what you would have wanted."
He looked up to her, his soulful eyes filled with sadness. Amongst the depths a light flickered followed by an amused smile that played over his lips.
"Working with me for five years when I have not even asked for that once from you brought you to that conclusion?" he asked. Shrugging, she coyly looked away. Wyatt moved to sit next to her, placing a palm gently against her cheek and directing her face back towards him. "I'm not Michael."
Feeling ashamed, Bianca dropped her gaze. When she looked back up she could see he was still staring at her, kindness in his eyes. She raised her hand to cover his. Hastily he pulled it away. Closing her hand she lowered it to her shoulder. The curve of her hair fell across her eye.
"You're the only one that ever knew about that," she confessed.
"Should I feel honoured?" he queried.
"Not when you use it against me," she said bitterly. Wyatt stood, progressively moving himself away before the conversation erupted into another fight. Bianca's voice softened. "Though I thought it had some meaning."
"I was trying to help," Wyatt explained, glancing over his shoulder at her. "If there's one thing I've learned during the course of our time together it's that no matter how many outer demons you kill, the inner ones still remain."
Turning his head away he headed back into the hallway. Impulsively Bianca pushed herself off the couch and raced after him. Rounding him quickly, she stood in front of him. He stopped.
"What if it was meant to be us?" she pressed. "What if we missed that window?"
Wyatt looked down at her, saw the urgency in her eyes. She was looking to him for answers, for confirmation of the unknown. The times he had helped her, the times he had tried to impress her, all ran through his mind. Not once had she given him a passing thought in that regard, and now here she was practically begging for it to be true. Reaching down he took her hand into his, looking contemplatively down at the long slender fingers in his palm. She lowered her gaze, seeing the same as he did, almost unaware it had happened as she resolutely waited for an answer. Her heart fluttered with fear as she began to question her own motives. She was scared, afraid she was playing some kind of game with his feelings, unsure of herself. She didn't know if she was ready to dive headfirst into this. She didn't know if she was willing to be hurt again. In a gesture that reassured her, Wyatt tenderly ran his thumb over the back of her fingers.
"I don't trust things that are too easy," she said quietly.
"Sometimes it's hard to see clearly what's right in front of us," Wyatt said. It was the only answer he could offer. All he could do was open his heart.
Bianca looked up at him. He leant down towards her, his face stopping just short of hers. Gingerly she moved her head forward until their lips met. Although starting out soft and unsure, the kiss soon burnt with intensity. Bianca pulled Wyatt's hand behind her back, effectively drawing him closer, her fingers skimming back along his hand and up his arm to his shoulder as she let go. He flattened his palm against the small of her back and she snaked a hand around his neck, pulling him closer, yearning to taste more of his sweetness. It no longer became a kiss about replacing a moment, but one that lived in it.
It was only in this moment that Bianca realised how much she wanted him, that everything she had done for him was not just out of loyalty and compassion but love. The only reason she had been so torn with Chris was because she had trusted and cared about Wyatt too much to turn away. He had been her sole purpose for living. Even while she deluded herself with promises of a happy future, he was the one who had kept her going.
He knew he was taking an impulsive risk when he orbed them to his bedroom, but it would do them no good to stand in the hallway of a house where they were likely to be caught. He was somewhat concerned of what others would think of him favouring Bianca, but right now he didn't care. He had her. For once he had her. And he wasn't about to let this opportunity slip by.
Somehow he knew that everything he was doing was right. She put up no protest. He knew she was just as caught in the passion as he. He could hear it in her erratic breath as their lips separated; see it in her lust-filled gaze as she pulled away. It took her a moment to realise they'd changed surroundings but she said nothing as her gaze settled back on him. He waved his hand at the stereo and it clicked on to begin playing a slow, sensuous track. Amusement brightened her features. She would have thought Metallica or some other heavy sounding band would have blared from his stereo more than this style of music. It was something she thought only she listened to in the quiet hours.
"I feel like I'm dreaming," he said.
Bianca shook her head. Reaching back up to him, she pulled his head down towards her and kissed him again. Her hand slowly trailed down his back and simultaneously he lowered his hands from her waist to her behind. She pressed herself further against him, increasing the pressure of the kiss, her hands scrunching the hem of his shirt into her palm and lifting it upwards. He moved his hand back and took hold of hers, stopping her. She pulled away, worried that she'd misinterpreted the situation. Fastening his hands around the bottom of his shirt, Wyatt lifted it up and over his head, his gaze fixed upon her as he pulled his arms from the sleeves and cast it aside. Relaxing, Bianca's eyes surveyed his form, memorising every ridge and curve as her gaze turned down to her hands, giving her a clear visual as her fingers worked to undo his belt. She pushed against the leather hurriedly, but it kept slipping from her grasp, the buckle also serving to thwart her attempts at removing the obstruction. It fell open, hanging idly from the loops. Wyatt gave her no time to do anything further, gripping her waist and pulling her back towards him. He pressed his lips to her neck, breaking momentarily to remove her top before replacing them and following a self-made path down to her collarbone. She turned her face towards him and he lifted his head, his lips instinctively attaching to hers. This kiss was more fervent than the last, desire growing in both of them. His hands were like ice against her warm skin as they coursed up her back causing her to tremble in the wake of his touch. He stopped at her bra, his fingers seemingly having as much trouble with the clasp as she had the belt whilst concentrating on the kiss. Finally giving in to the task at hand he pulled away, grazing her shoulders with feather light kisses as he pushed down the straps. She brushed her hands against his body and pulled back slightly. With every inclination of getting to the bed he followed, unbuttoning and pushing down his jeans along the way.
The back of her legs came in contact with the bed and she stopped, watching him. He reached out and covered the back of her head, pulling himself towards her, their lips again drawn to each other in a magnetic fashion. She was barely aware of what the rest of her was doing, caught up in feelings and emotions. She steadied his hand at her hip, parting her lips just a little bit more, her tongue teasingly lapping against him until he deepened the kiss. She moaned and his hand coursed up her torso. Her knees grew weaker and she stretched her hand out behind her, feeling for the solidity of the mattress as she sank onto the bed. Her heart beat furiously as she looked up to him.
He stepped into her and she reached for the waistband of his boxers, lowering them as she placed enticing kisses against his abdomen and around his navel. Now he was the one to softly moan, his arousal growing as he anticipated everything she could do, feeling the warmth of her tongue against his skin. She broke away, sliding back across the bed as he stepped out of his boxers and climbed onto the mattress. Predatorily he stalked towards her and she watched him with wanton eyes. His hand brushed across her midriff, his fingers easily popping open the button on her pants. Teasingly he pulled the zipper down. She moved her hand to cover his and shifted it to her thigh, wriggling and lifting herself to disrobe the remainder of her attire. Wyatt took over once she reached her knees, tentatively taking the clothes from her grasp and pulling everything over and off her feet. She reached for his torso as he leant back towards her, his lips eagerly meeting hers in a frenzy of kisses as she lay back on the bed. She felt more than saw him move over her. Looking up to him she enticingly caught her bottom lip between her teeth as he pulled away, as if she was contemplating giving in to temptation.
He placed another kiss against her shoulder, then one over the pulse of her neck, and then progressed down to her chest. She shuddered in anticipation. He did more than just caress her body, he worshipped it with his hands and his lips. A pleasant sensation ricocheted through her body and she more than just wanted him now, she needed him. She lifted her hips towards him, desperate for gratification. He moved back up her body. Skin against skin she felt his warmth, felt his heart thundering to the same beat as hers. He held her gaze and she almost felt as if she were falling into the depths of those blue irises, as if her eyes were able to touch his soul. They reflected everything she felt – a completeness, a resolution. He kissed her lightly.
"Please," she begged him, murmuring into the kiss.
Taking her hand, he gently lifted it over her head. It rested languidly on the pillow as his hand drew away. She arched her body towards him. His attention was fixated on her birthmark. Tenderly he traced around the edges then made a line up and down the middle. Her skin tingled and she realised it had not done that before, she had never felt like he was making her feel now. No-one had ever appreciated every single part of her as Wyatt did. He seemed to savour every minute of it. But she could hold out no longer. Curling her hand she grabbed his fingers, pulling his hand into her palm and interlacing their fingers. Her grip on his hand tightened as he pushed into her. She elicited a soft moan, echoing his own, and he slid back out. He continued at a slow, taunting pace; friction building, pleasure heightening. They became lost in the sensation, lost in each other. Words of encouragement and guidance passed between them in gentle, needy tones. When she looked into his eyes she saw the world, saw that he would give anything for her.
Wyatt was not as domineering as Michael, nor was he as submissive as Chris. Somehow he fell neatly in the middle. She liked that control switched from one party to the other. She liked the way her body responded to every single touch. His breath was as erratic as hers. He seemed to take further enjoyment out of hearing her mewling beneath him and knowing he was the one causing it. He kissed her again – slow, deep and passionate. She lifted her legs, curling them around his body, pulling him closer. He increased his pace until they were both crying out their release.
Exhausted, he collapsed onto her, nuzzling into her neck. She kissed his shoulder, lifting her eyes above them when she saw everything was bathed in a blue hue. It took a moment for her heavy-lidded eyes to adjust and realise it was his shield. Intentionally or unintentionally he'd brought it up to surround them, to cocoon them in comfort, to protect them both, to contain them in their own little world – and that's what this was.
"Does that always happen?" Bianca asked curiously.
Wyatt lifted his head, looking mildly surprised as he surveyed the same thing she did. He knew it was possible to lose control of his powers. He however did not realise that the insanity Bianca brought to him which made him lose control of himself would bring about that result.
"No," he answered. He smiled wryly. "It had to be special. It had to be you."
She watched with lazy eyes as he moved his face back towards her. Resting his forehead on hers he leisurely brushed her lips with his own. Playfully she nipped his lip. He pulled away, wanting to tease her about being dangerous but smiling instead. They gazed into each others eyes for a few brief seconds before sharing another kiss, a softer one.
"Does this mean we're together now?" Bianca whispered.
"Oh god I hope so!" Wyatt said formidably, dropping his head dramatically down onto her shoulder. She laughed.
Brushing a hand down her side, he gently eased himself off her, the shield disappearing as he lay beside her. She turned her head to look at him. He didn't wander off as she feared he would. He appeared content, watching her with bright eyes. Reaching out he swept stray hairs from her face.
"You're so beautiful," he said.
"I wish that were true."
"It is," he stated. She smiled an appreciative smile, one that faded as she looked at him with a resonance of guilt.
"I'm sorry I made you wait."
"It was worth it."
Lifting herself a little, she leant towards him, placing a gentle kiss against his lips. She felt his arm encompass her, pulling her closer as he rolled onto his back. Snuggling closer to him, she lay her head on his chest, placing her hand nearby. The contact was reassuring as, skin to skin, she felt that same heat radiate up through her palm. For once she felt completely safe. For a moment she thought she'd never be hurt again.
Bianca entered Amanda's room with a tray in her hands. Approaching the girl, she laid it on the floor in front of her. Amanda glanced at the assortment of food on the plate.
"Is this a special occasion?" she asked. "Or did someone happen to win the lottery? You're usually not so generous with food."
Bianca smiled and shrugged. "He won something."
Amanda looked again at the plate, saw it was covered in peas and pumpkin topped off with baked potatoes and some delicious looking roast lamb. Her stomach growled involuntarily.
"Don't just look at it. Eat it," Bianca instructed. Amanda looked up to Bianca scrutinisingly.
"What did you do – poison it?"
"No," Bianca replied. Amanda looked at the plate contemplatively. "I promise you it's edible."
Deciding she was right, Amanda wasted no time digging into the meal. She hadn't eaten a decent one in a while, and she discovered this was just as tasty as it looked. In fact it was absolutely delicious.
"Did someone cast a spell on you?" Amanda asked as she chewed. "You seem awfully chipper."
"I gave you a meal and told you it was edible. How is that 'chipper'?"
"Your…"
Amanda swallowed and the door opened, leaving the rest of her sentence unsaid. She didn't have to ask anymore. She saw Bianca's expression immediately brighten at the sight of Wyatt and, although appearing stoic, there was a softness in his eyes when he looked towards the Phoenix.
"How's your meal?" Wyatt inquired.
"Great! As long as it's not my last."
"Think of it more as a small reward for what you've done for me," Wyatt said.
"Ah, so I get food for a certain number of points. How many do I have to get for freedom?"
"We're not finished," Wyatt said blatantly, unwilling to negotiate on letting her go. He looked to Bianca. "Can I see you for a moment? In private?"
Bianca nodded, following him back out into the hallway and closing the door behind her. Wyatt looked cautiously up the length of the hallway on both sides of them.
"What is it?" Bianca asked.
Wyatt put his hands on her arms, pressing her back against the wall next to Amanda's door, lowering his head and crushing his lips against hers. Realising he was stealing a moment to kiss her, Bianca wasted no time in reciprocating the gesture.
"I've been waiting all day to do that," he confessed. Smiling with adoration, Bianca leant forward and kissed him again.
Hearing footsteps echo on the staircase, Wyatt quickly pulled away from her. Veronica appeared at the base of the stairway. Bianca pushed herself away from the wall.
"Wyatt, they're waiting for you," Veronica said, inspecting the two of them. "They'll get testy if we don't leave soon."
Wyatt looked back to Bianca, his eyes roaming up and down her form decisively as if he were torn on whether to stay or go.
"Who are you going after?" Bianca inquired.
"Durmein," Veronica answered.
Ignoring her and continuing to question Wyatt, Bianca asked: "Can I come?"
Wyatt smirked. "No. Not this time."
How he wanted to kiss her goodbye, but with Veronica there he could not. He simply turned and walked away.
Veronica watched as he passed her and went up the stairs, directing her gaze back towards Bianca as she slipped into Amanda's room. She knew something was going on between them. If her suspicions were right… well she'd have to find out first.