Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed…it would be too cool if I did
"Hello," Bree welcomed Wyatt with a smile, "I'm so glad that you're back."
"You really leave me no choice," he answered charmingly. He looked around the room, glad that he was no longer under Lilith's spell. Soft candlelight lit the spacious room; lit Bree. The beautiful, petite blonde glowed by the small flames. He didn't begin to boast, even to himself, that he could have withstood this magical seduction without Bree's truthfulness. Hell, he felt half seduced already and knew that it was the magic of being a healthy man with a healthy appetite! Lilith almost had no need for trickery…
Bree walked closer to Wyatt, slowly, enticingly. He wondered what her plan was and hoped they didn't conflict with his own.
She went into his arms and like magic the soft music began to play. Bemusedly Wyatt wondered at the cliché. Didn't Lilith have anything stronger to fight?
Like an obedient love struck puppet, Wyatt wrapped his arms around the slender woman and began to dance. Slowly. The dance more about the connection of two bodies than a demonstration on form or technique. Wyatt had the sudden thought that clichés were only clichés because they worked and were used, before his mind melted into his body and all he could focus on was the desire. His last lucid thought was, 'Chris don't fail me!'
From behind a curtain of fabric came Lilith. The ancient sorceress was so beautiful that it was almost painful to look upon her. She turned her bedroom eyes to Wyatt.
"I know that you and my daughter had other plans for the evening," she began, "I, however, had different plans." She mocked. The words that should have sent ice running through his veins, instead inflamed him.
Wyatt looked into Bree's glazed eyes, how had he not noticed before? He half hoped that she wouldn't come to her senses….wait, that was stupid. Yes, Wyatt, focus, he thought to himself… Bree grabbed his head and pulled him down for a kiss and Wyatt's will was gone.
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"Come on Wyatt!" Chris shouted in his brother's ear as Wyatt lay sleeping. He couldn't get his brother to wake up. 'Well,' Chris thought to himself, 'that had only been plan A'. On every previous occasion outside noise had been enough to reawaken Wyatt. The brother's had worried that in this final phase of her plan, the rules might change. No matter, that's why they had plan B. Chris sat on the chair, near Wyatt's sleeping form, and recited, "Wyatt's force I call to me, set him loose, set him free," looking around and seeing no change in his sleeping brother, he again recited the chant. After this second recitation, Chris moved to plan C. "If the mountain won't come to me…" he started and then settled himself more comfortably, closing his eyes. "Essence of this Witch arise, course unseen across the skies, settle near Wyatt, my brother in trouble, get me there and make it double," Chris instantly fell asleep.
A/N I know...I truely suck at the spell writing, which is why my stories are usually fairly void of them