These character all belong to Stephenie Meyer, I do not claim rights to any of them
It was a smile I so longed to see, the kind that reached all the way to his eyes. Seeing it made my heart jump, and it's pace quickened. It was the light at the end of the tunnel, the very first in strained times. It was a smile that belonged to me, for me...
"You look ... happy, Ian."
"Well look at where I am, I couldn't be anything but happy." I slowly looked around the small round cavern room. Where there had previously been two small cots pushed against the walls, there was now one large mattress. A thin sheet of purple lay gently over it, and two pillows that appeared to be gently tossed into place. So quickly this room had become mine... ours.
"Yes, sleeping in that cavern with everyone could have hardly been comfortable for you... the way that you sleep." I stifled a giggle, it was a good thing I didn't need much space in this body; with it's tiny and fragile limbs.
"That's not what I meant Wanda." One eyebrow up, the smile still in place, his arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me towards him. Before I had a chance to ask, his lips met mine with a kind of gentle force. This body was still so young, so shy, my muscles turned limp in his hands. He pulled away slowly, running his hand through my hair and sighed. "Hmm.. you're blushing." It was a full on grin now.
"I don't know if I'll ever get used to that."
"What? The blushing?"
"No! your kissing." I wrapped my arms around his neck, closing my eyes and pulling myself closer until my lips had found his once more. We were starting to find a familiar pattern with every stolen kiss. In those months during the rains that we had been limited to dark corners and quiet tunnels, I'd had time to explore the mystery of Ian's kisses. How was it possible that one simple form of contact could bring about such a rush? This body was always on high alert when Ian was around. He pulled away slowly again without letting go of my waist. This was probably the best thing, I might have collapsed if he had.
"It's late, and you've had a long few days." He whispered into my ear. I couldn't say what time it was, it had to have been past midnight. We had just returned from a short raid, picking up only a few things here and there for the coming months. The rains had stopped in our absence, and I was surprised to see that our rooms were ready upon our return. I had expected to be sleeping in the game room for another week or so. Then it suddenly occured to me, Ian and I had full privacy now. My heart started to drum, I could almost feel it punching through my chest. I had to calm myself before I could speak without giving myself away. Although I'm surprised Ian didn't feel the full force of my heartbeat.
"I should get cleaned up, " I whispered in response. I didn't want our first night together to be plagued by the smell of dirty hair and sweaty tshirts. I reached into the small bag that we had aquired in the last few days, pulling out a brand new black t shirt and a pair of loose fitting pants, Ian did the same. It would be nice to have fresh clean clothes, especially now that the rains had stopped and we weren't in constant fear of mudd. I had also aquired abrand new pair of sneakers that Ian had insisted on. The other ones had been around since that first trip into the desert, so long ago...
"Ready to go?" Ian asked. I nodded, placed my hand in his and let him lead the way to the river room. We found ourselves alone in the dark cavern, accompanied only by the sound of rushing water and the slight steam that escaped the cavern. Everyone must have gone to bed at this point for we passed no one on our way here.
I looked deep into Ian's eyes, and found them smoldering back at me. He had already managed to remove his shirt, and his dark hair had grown so long in the past few months that it had started to fall into his eyes. I brushed his hair back, longing to see that bright blue. Never letting go of my hand, he led me into the dark room that would be our private bath house for tonight.