Wrong Side of Whose Bed?

Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed or its characters.

A/N: This is my Next Generation Series Season 1, Episode 4

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New A/N: I'm starting the reworking of this story; each finished chapter will have a note from me. I apologize but this story needs to be about twice as long as it is. That said, I will def be expanding on the Bree/Wyatt storyline. So even if you've read it before, you might want to see it again. Again, sorry.

(X)

"You are so beautiful," Wyatt breathed reverently to the woman before him. Her alabaster skin, he knew was as silky as it looked. Her lips were lush and kissable, her eyes a mirror to her soul, which seemed even as beautiful as the rest of her. He wound his fingers in her long strawberry blonde hair and gently pulled her head back with the glossy strands, he started nibbling on her exposed jaw.

"Do you really think so?" She asked, quietly, almost shyly. Her luminous brown eyes were hopeful, and tortured. Wyatt, however, missed the pain in the depths of her eyes, as busy as he was paying homage to her jaw, her face and finally her lips.

He paused in his prayers long enough to raise his head and stare intently into her eyes. "More beautiful than anyone I've ever seen before," he assured her. He put his arms around her and lowered his lips to hers again. She clung to him and he felt himself lowering her to the bed.

"BUZZZZBUZZZZZBUZZZZ!"

"Oh come on!" Wyatt groaned as he rolled over in bed and hit the 'off' button on his alarm. Groggily he got to his feet and began his day. He couldn't believe it was time to get up already; it seemed to him as though he'd just gone to sleep. He rubbed his eyes tiredly.

(X)

"Well?" Lilith asked her daughter. Interest shone keenly in her beautiful eyes.

The other woman shrugged, "He woke up….just when it was starting to be fun."

"That's always your excuse!" Lilith railed. "I give you the honor of the 'Twice Blessed' and you treat it as a game."

"Then give the honor to one of my sisters," the younger demoness cried, unhappy with the task of seducing the handsome man. She hated herself for having to ruin his life.

Lilith grabbed her daughter painfully by the arm, "You," her voice shook in fury, "Will prevail! You will not fail me! You will seduce him! And once his child is in your womb you will kill him!"

Yeah, that was not to mention that she also had to end his life.

(X)

"Come on Wyatt, there's only one shower….I'd like some hot water too," Chris called through the closed bathroom door. He started to turn away, shaking his head in disgust. The unmistakable sound of the water being turned off stopped him. "Are you almost done in there?" He knocked softly.

The bathroom door opened to reveal Wyatt, wrapped in a towel, and very cranky looking.

"Chris, can you give me two minutes, please!" He combed his fingers through his wet hair in exasperation. Wyatt turned around and tk-slammed the door closed.

With a puzzled look, Chris muttered, "Sure, Wyatt, not like I have a life or anything, I'll just wait for you to finish hogging the bathroom…." He walked down the hall, still mumbling.

(X)

After her mother left her, the demoness gave vent to her anger, her frustration. When throwing her possessions around her room no longer satisfied her she threw herself onto the bed. The sheets still had his scent on them, she breathed in, and started sobbing on them.

Conceived from seduction and murder but somehow different from her sisters, she had been given this task. The chore, as far as she was concerned, was not in the seduction, she enjoyed that part well enough. The true hardship of her job was to kill the man after. She hated that her destiny was to be the one who did it. She hoped she had the strength to resist; she needed to resist both the temptation that he provided as well as her own base nature. She prayed to a God she was never allowed to believe in to give her strength. She sobbed harder, surely there was no God who would answer the prayers of a demon!

(X)

Wyatt stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. He knew he should leave the room and let his brother have use of it; hell, he should be apologizing to Chris for being so temperamental lately!

"What is wrong with me?" He asked his reflection. The pale face with the tired expression remained silent. Wyatt left the bathroom, an elusive memory beckoning him.