Disclaimer: I don't own The Host
Disclaimer: I don't own The Host.
Author's Note: This is like my 3rd pregnant fic, so yeah… This is based on the part where Ian finds out Wanda is going to free Melanie, this is supposed to be when they are in his room and he is crying. I changed the dialogue and such….
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Ian rested his head on Wanda's stomach, his sobs muffled by her body. He didn't want her to leave. She mean far more to him than Melanie, needless to say he hadn't even known Melanie prior to her mind being infiltrated by Wanda, but he didn't care. Wanda was a person too now; she had proven herself, she was one of them.
"Wanda…" He moaned into her stomach as she gently brushed her fingers through his hair, it was her attempt to calm him down. Her attempt, though failing, still was able to comfort his pain.
In the past few minutes, she had admitted that she was going to allow Melanie to have her life back; she was going to allow Doc to remove her from Melanie's mind. And then after, she had told Doc to discard her; she had nowhere else she wished to go. There wasn't any place left for her to find this feeling; these human emotions were more than she could have ever expected. They completed her. And so, she would find her final life in a container buried with Wes and Walter.
"Shh, Ian. It's ok. It's right." Wanda tried to soothe him, but he only held tighter around her waist. And even though Wanda tried to hold them back, his sobbing was making it almost impossible to stop herself from breaking down and crying too.
It was shaking her to core, the fact that he cared enough for her that he would hold on to her for dear life hysterical over her departure. But even if she wanted to stay, she couldn't do that to Melanie. They had formed and friendship and it wasn't right she was being unwilling trapped in her own mind.
"Ian, please. I'm sorry…I can't stay." Her throat burned as she spoke. Tears still running down her cheek, her eyes blood-shot from the constant wiping of them. "Please…"
"No, it's not right. You can't leave." He finally moved his head, so that his eyes were looking straight into her blood-shot ones. "You can't leave me." He whimpered and placed his head back into its original position.
"You know I have to…I can't leave her trapped like that. It isn't fair to her. This is her world, not mine." Wanda pressed her forehead down on the top of Ian's mop of disheveled, dirty and sweaty hair.
The two cried for a bit without word exchange. They were caught in the moment, breathing in every little detail about one another. Wanda was taking in Ian; she took in everything about him. His scent, his eyes, the way his hair flopped back and forth when he moved; everything. Ian was doing the same as Wanda; trying to instill him memory, everything about her personality. Not her body, because he would see that after she was gone. It never really was Wanda anyway; it had always been Melanie.
He gained his composure before her. He sat up and pulled her into his arms, holding her so that her head rested on his chest. His arms wrapped around her; his hand rubbing her back trying to relinquish the feelings she was expressing currently; her pain.
Leaning to her hear, he whisper. "I'm sorry. I was mean."
"I'm sorry too." She pressed her face into his chest. "I should have told you…I was too afraid of hurting you."
"You've been planning this awhile, haven't you?" He swallowed some stray tears that hadn't gone yet.
"Yes…" Tears welled up again in her eyes. "Since the Seeker."
"I won't let them do this to you! I won't! Wanda, it's not righ-"
"No, Ian." Wanda's voice was barely a whisper in his ear. She spoke so only he, and he allow, could hear her words. "No one is making me…I chose this."
Ian grumbled, she felt the vibration as her head lay on his chest.
"I've always wanted to free Melanie. It's not right for her. She's like a sister to me and I love her." Wanda pleaded with him.
"But I love you." His breath was heavy on her face. "Isn't that enough for you?"
She froze. This wasn't what was supposed to happen. A human shouldn't be in love with a soul. But then again, a soul shouldn't be in love with a human. And she…she loved him.
She pushed herself backwards, so that she could see his eyes. "Ian…I love you, but I can't love you as this person. This is Melanie." She motioned to her body. "I'm nothing more than an intruder in realm."
"But Wanda." His eyes were beseeching with her. Telling her to stay. Telling her the happy story that her and him could spend together. They could wed. They could have children. They could have a family. But that would never be fair to Melanie, who was forever caged inside her, if she decided to not free her.
She shook her head. "No, Ian. I have to." She bit her lip, holding back some more tears that had made their way to her eyes again. She was limited in what she could do, because of Melanie's ever-present presence.
Then in the back of her head, she heard a sigh. I'll leave, but I'm coming straight back.
Thank you. Wanda thought to her thoughtfully.
Wanda leaned in, pulling Ian closer to her, until finally she found what she was looking for; his lips.
He pushed farther into the kiss, and she did the same. They both allowed the passion they had built up for one another rush through them. It consumed them until their emotions overflowed and pulsed through both of their bodies.
He reached his hand to the bottom of her shirt and began to lift it upwards.
She broke the kiss. "Ian, what are doing?"
"Wanda, there's no reason you shouldn't experience all human customs before you leave." He smiled very a sly grin.
"But this is Melanie." She didn't want to do that to Melanie, even if she had given her the freedom to do whatever she needed to do prior to her departure.
"No," He pulled her to him once more. "It's you." He kissed her neck. His warm lips caressing her cheek, filling her with a deep infatuation with him and his body. She wanted him and her wanted her. This was an occasion that will never transpire again for her, she wanted the experience. No, she needed the experience.
With his hand now, she let him raise her shirt, pulling it off her body with ease. He removed his shirt as well. Her body was currently hard-pressed into his bare chest. She rubbed her forehead on the balmy skin on his shoulder. He moaned quietly.
This was quite possibly the best moment Wanda had ever experienced in all over her lives on the many different planets. No, She rethought her statement. This is the finest moment I've had.
His hands moved along her curves into onto her waist and then into her pants. She breathed deeply, taking in his sweet smell. Waiting for his next move, she let her hands follow his spine up and down. Feeling the lingering passion floating in the air. It had radiating been from her and him.
A groan penetrated his lips, as she swept her fingers down his skin. She didn't dare tap into Melanie's memories on what you are supposed to do in one of these moments; she just let the moment carry her.
"Ian." She permitted him to kiss the side of her neck. He ran his kisses up and down, stroking his lips to her skin as he moved for the next touch to her neck. "I love you. I love you very much." She voiced her thoughts in an almost soundless whisper.
"And I love you, Wanda. More than you will ever know." He put his hand under her chin, cupping it. She giggled and leaned forward, kissing him softly on his soft, affectionate lips.
His fingers found their way to her waist again, creeping slowly down into her legs, tickling her as they danced down her skin. She knew what he wanted, and as soon as she had thought it. She felt her hands at work, gently removing her pants, leaving her only in her bra and panties.
Ian smiled. And followed her lead, taking off his pants as well, so he was sitting in only his boxer shorts.
Though feeling guilty, naked, and dirty, Wanda smiled. This was one human experience she was glad she didn't miss.
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Author's Note: So yeah, this is hopefully going to have more chapters. I have a few others things I need to finish first though….I don't know when I'll update this.