Author's Note: This is just a short little Kyle x Wanda drabble. I'm probably making this a collection. Despite Ian definitely being my favorite guy, I kind of really like this pairing.
Disclaimer: I don't own Host.
Nighttime
It is nighttime, and dark in the caves.
There is no moon; only the the light of the stars to drip down and illuminate sparse sections of the caves. The corners, like shy animals, are cloaked still in darkness. The air is cool, still awash with the spicy scent of the monsoons. Everyone is asleep. No one can see them in each other's arms. She rests her head against his chest; he buries his face in her hair. For now, they are alone and quiet and loving.
Both know that no one would understand. She crept out of her room in darkness, careful not to wake up the man who shared her bed. He had told the soul-girl who looked at him so trustingly that he would be back soon and ruffled her hair. Now, neither has thoughts for anyone outside of their little night-world. They forget commitments and push guilt to the back of their minds. They lose themselves in each other's arms and lips and bodies. They refuse to think about tomorrow. They refuse to think about the sunrise. For Kyle and Wanda, the darkness is freedom.
It is nighttime, and dark in the caves.
