Ian's POV: I looked up as I heard more voices coming down the tunnel to the dining room. When she walked in, I reacted in a way that I shouldn't have… Wanda looked up beside me with her angelic face and waved in greeting, inviting them over to the table. I blushed suddenly and looked away when She made eye contact.
"Excuse me," I said, as I gathered my bowl along with Wanda's.
I needed some air.
Once I left the hall and jogged toward the darkness of the bathing room, I embraced the blackness and took a few deep breaths to calm myself. I ran a hand over my face as I heard the inevitable footsteps that I knew would follow me. Follow me to the ends of the earth.
"Ian?" the guilt hit me when her voice did.
"Hi Wanda," I said, not moving from the wall. I felt her gentle hands come up to my cheeks. She was so small now, nothing like those other hands that had been in my hair… on my chest. It wasn't even right. That body had been haunting my dreams. Don't get me wrong, I loved Wanda, my precious Wanderer, dearly, but the things we did while she was in Mel's body had taken their toll. Hopefully, the feelings will go away with time, but right now the guilt is eating me alive.
Wanda was looking at me with that searching gaze again, so I kissed her. I kissed her well, and kissed her long, in just the way that brings that beautiful blush to her face and reassures her.
It was also to reassure me.