Silver
Chapter 3
AN: For an adult version of this story, go to under the name kawaiichan to read this story.
Nervous excitement engulfed Wanda as Ian lifted her out of the water. He placed her gently on her feet near her towel and clothes. Wanda wasted no time drying off and getting dressed.
"Ian!" she hissed when he bent over to kiss her neck
"Mmm?" he murmured, still kissing her neck.
"Stop it! Can't you wait until we get to our room?" Ian wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her once before letting her go. Wanda quickly toweled off and dressed. "Let's go, Ian" Wanda said, a little nervously. What she was about to do was slowly dawning on her. Oh god, she thought. What if I'm really bad at this? How does it even work? She quickly grabbed Ian's had and held on tightly as they strode through the passage ways closer and closer to their room. When they actually got there, Wanda was close to panicking. Thoughts were racing through her head, and none of them were too reassuring. What if he doesn't like it? What if I'm really bad at it? Will it hurt?...
Wanda almost jumped when Ian stopped suddenly. Looking around, she realized they were outside their room and Ian was now moving the doors away so they could enter. Seeing the bed, Wanda straightened and walked over to the mattress. She sat down and moved back so Ian could join her. What was she worried about? Ian loved her, and she loved him. Even if it was awkward, Ian would not hate her, she just needed to relax.
Ian smiled at her sudden boldness. "You sure you want to do this? Do you feel well enough?"
For a moment, anger surged through her, suprising her thoroughly. "I'm fine, Ian. Just come here. We both have waited too long for this."
Ian leaned over to her, pushing her gently down so her head rested on her pillow. Ian was all gentleness as he cradled her head in his hand, kissing her slowly on the mouth. It was a smoldering heat, like when she kissed him in Mel's body. Only this time, the fire flared quickly, leaving her breathless as he moved down her neck.
Wanda felt him tentatively lift the hem of her shirt, placing a warm palm on her stomach. She jerked at the touch, but understood what he wanted. Quickly, she sat up and pulled her shirt off. She was anxious now, and moved to unbutton his work shirt, kissing him on the chest where she unbuttoned it. In her frustration to be done with the shirt, she yanked it from his shoulders.
"Whoa, Wanda, slow down!"
Wanda slowly opened her eyes and smiled. Last night had been amazing. She and Ian were now partners in the truest sense. Happiness and joy filled her to the very top. Rolling over, she snuggled up to Ian, draping an arm over his warm chest. Ian stirred, then woke up. He looked down at Wanda and smiled. She was astonished. There was no awkwardness between them. She was elated. They belonged together like no one else.
Ian yawned, stretched, and sat up. "Lets get some breakfast, babe."
Wanda smiled and sat up as well. They dressed in silence, eager for breakfast. Since their last raid, they had plenty of breakfast-worthy items. Wanda was looking forward to pop tarts and orange juice. This body had such a sweet tooth! Wanda took Ian's hand once they were both dressed and walking down the hallway and giggled. Ian gripped her small hand and gave it a squeeze as he looked down at her. "You're bouncing again,"
Like a scolded child, Wanda calmed down. It was hard, however. Ian had spoken of her working with Doc and she wanted to talk with him, just to make sure. Finally, she would be able to work and contribute!
They reached the kitchens, finally, and sat down at the table they usually used. Jeb and Mel were already there, chatting about some long-ago event; before the arrival of the "worms".
"Hi Wanda!" a bright voice called behind her. Wanda turned around to find Jamie walking up behind her, two bags of pop tarts in his hand.
"Good morning, Jamie." She replied, smiling, thanking him as he handed her the coveted breakfast food. She looked at the package. They were raspberry, her favorite. She smiled at Jamie and ripped into the package.
"Wow, Wanda, are you hungry or something?" Mel asked, looking up from her own bowl of eggs.
Wanda just looked up and smiled. Nothing would get in the way of her time with the hand-held wonder known as a pop tart. She elbowed Ian in the ribs when he laughed along with Mel. Jared showed up just then, seeing Wanda stuff herself with sugary goodness. He smiled when he saw Ian rubbing his ribs. Someone made a joke about Wanda again. Leaning down, he kissed Mel on the cheek before he sat next to her.
Suddenly, Wanda stopped eating and looked around. "Where's Doc?"
Jared was the one to answer her. "He's in the hospital wing. He ate early, saying he had some stuff to do. He told me to send you down when you were ready."
Wanda immediately jumped up, hauling Ian along with her. "Ok, let's go."
"Jeeze, Wanda, let me finish!" Ian said, trying to hold back laughter.
Wanda was so excited to start working in the hospital wing, she could hardly stand it. Her buoyant body didn't help either. She practically bounced in place, waiting for Ian to say he was ready. She glared at her partner when he made a show of chewing each bite slowly and deliberately.
Wanda punched his arm.
Finally, Ian stood up and took his dishes to the kitchen to be washed. Smiling, he held out his arm for Wanda. She wasted no time. She grabbed his arm and attempted to haul him off. Apparently, her behavior was a great source of entertainment to the rest of those present, because she heard more than one muffled giggle from the crowd. Flushing a bright red, she lowered her head, and meekly followed Ian out into the hallway. Ian wrapped his arm around her, and they strolled down the dimly lit halls as if they were on a stroll through the park. Wanda sighed inwardly. She supposed she shouldn't be too excited to work with Doc. She might bust something trying to help. Again, she cursed this body's clumsy streak. As if someone heard, Wanda promptly tripped over the uneven surface of the halway. Ian's strong arm was all that kept her from tasting desert rock. Again. Stupid feet, she thought as she carefully walked the rest of the way to the Hospital wing and Doc.
