Enjoy the Fluffy Fluff.
DISCLAIMER: The characters do not belong to me they belong to Stephanie Meyer's author of the wonderful book 'The Host'
Making Up
Wanda and Ian sat there for a moment.
He lifted up the flowers off the floor. "I got these for you." He said handing them to her.
She smiled, "Their beautiful. You remembered my favorite flower."
He sighed, "Of course."
She got up and took them into the kitchen, "I'll go and put them in some water."
She grabbed the most beautiful vase she could find. Ian fallowed her and stood by the fridge while she put them into the vase. She was very aware that he was looking at her.
"So how've you been?" Ian asked. He had noticed thingsthe comment about the shirt, cologne and nail polish; that told him that she'd missed him but he was still unsure whether she was happy otherwise.
"Fine." She said automatically as she placed the flowers on the center of the dining room table and turned. "How about you?" She walked over and closed the cupboard that held the china.
Ian looked at her. She was standing there in her light blue strapless sundress with clouds along the skirt. It was the perfect color to match her golden curls and the perfect sky next to her wide gray eyes. "I missed you."
Wanda got a small smile on her lips, "Really?"
Ian nodded, "Really." He took some steps forward until he was standing right in front of her. Ian took a deep breath, "How about you?"
Wanda's eyes teared up, "I want you home."
He smiled, "I am home."
She shook her head, "No Ian." She closed any distance, "I want you to come home after work. I want you to tickle me while I try to cook breakfast. I want you to cuddle with me on the couch while we watch a movie together." She paused to take a breath, "And I want you to sleep with me every night and make love to me like we use to."
His heart melted. She was reading his mind. He wanted all those things too.
Ian nodded, "I want that too."
Wanda smiled her first real smile in two months and grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled him against her as she stood on her toes to press her lips to his. She closed her eyes, no matter how hard either of them tried when they kissed; they couldn't keep their eyes open. After a second he got over the shock he moved his hands to her side and wrapped his arms around her back.
He opened his mouth at the same time she did and their tongues danced together as Ian lifted her up off the ground and set her on the empty counter top. She moved her hands from his jacket around his neck and tangled her fingers into his hair. They kept kissing for a minute before their lips pulled apart.
"What is that on your breath?" she asked breathing hard.
"Probably the shot of tequila I had this morning." He whispered breathing just as hard.
She stared a bit shocked. "You took a shot this morning?"
He nodded, No need to drink anymore. I could get drunk on her for the rest of my life.
He nodded, "I've pretty much been getting drunk beyond believe twice a week since you kicked me out." He pressed his lips to hers for a moment, "But now that I'm home I can get drunk beyond believe on you, and us."
She smiled at him and put her lips back to his. He moved his hands up her side to cup her face.
She was just as amazing as the last time he'd kissed her. And what made him really happy was that she was still his. They were still married.
She pulled apart again after a few minutes, "We have to talk." She said panting a bit.
Ian nodded and kissed her neck just below her ear, "The talk." And he made his way slowly down her neck savoring every kiss.
An involuntary shiver roll down Wanda's spine. But they did need to talk. She had questions.
She closed her eyes at his touch, "What about girls?"
"What girls?" he asked looking at her confused.
Wanda opened her eyes at his confused tone, "The girls you were checking out. You liked to check them out with Brant and Aaron. I saw you."
Ian sighed, "Wanda, love, I never saw those girls. I saw you. I saw the way some walked and how some talked and even how they carried their purse and they were all the things you'd do. I never saw wither they were pretty or had a third eye and webbed hands." He bushed his fingertips across her cheek, "Ask Aaron, it pissed Brant off but Aaron thought it was honorable how endlessly devoted to you I was."
She frowned, "Then why didn't you tell me?" It could have saved so much time.
"Because," Ian looked down ashamed, "I saw how happy you looked all the time and I didn't want to make you upset cause I thought you were still mad at me."
Wanda lifted his face with her hands so they were staring into each other's eyes, "Ian. I wasn't happy." She paused to watch her words sink it, "The only time I was happy was the brief moments helping people at the shop that I forgot my pain. But that was never for very long."
"What about the new clothes?" he asked, "You changed your wardrobe drastically when I left."
She giggled, "I changed my clothes because of you." He tilted his head slightly confused again. "I was upset after you left so Mel took me shopping to drown my sorrows. She saw this big clearance sale on summer dressed and she dressed me up. A guy in the shop said I was gorgeous and Mel snapped that I was married and he walked away." he smirked, I knew there was a reason I liked Mel. "Then she said that maybe it'd be a good idea to buy some so that if I ran into you or if you came over you'd see how pretty I was and wanna come home."
He smiled still rubbing his thumb against her soft cheeks, "You look like an angel."
She smiled sadly at him, "I'm so sorry Ian!"
"I'm sorry too."
She brought her lips back up to his with a gentle kiss that soon turned back into the passionate make out session. When Wanda pulled back a third time Ian's lips went straight to kissing her cheeks and then down the side of her neck again.
"I missed you" she said rolling her head back in pleasure as a second involuntary shiver went down her spine.
he smiled against the base of her neck, "I missed you more."
She ran her hands through his black hair and down his neck across his shoulders, remembering how he felt.
He brought his lips back to hers and let his tongue explore her mouth while he slipped his hands under her thighs and lifted her off the counter. She wrapped her legs around his waist and wrapped her arms securely around his neck pulling her closer to him.
Ian turned and walked through the front room and pushed her against the front door.
He moved one of his hands from her thigh to lock the door. And when he was done he replaced his hand and turned to walk up the stairs. Even though he hadn't been in the house for two months he didn't miss a step and stumble or have to open his eyes to look where he was going.
When they got to their bedroom he laid her on the bed and kissed down the right side of her neck.
They'd been apart too long. The way he kissed her only made her want him more than she'd ever wanted him before.
He had remembered what it was like to love her but the feeling that came over him was totally different than what he'd remembered.
Ian and Wanda moaned at the same time and it just made the feeling between them intensify. Wanda had Ian roll over onto his back and it was her time to kiss his neck. A sound like a growl came out of his throat as she kissed down his neck and down to his collar bone.
He rolled her over onto her back again and instead of kissing her he took off his jacket and tossed it across the room. His jacket hit the wall and landed on his night stand knocking things over. "Carful Ian." Wanda said.
Reluctantly Ian got off Wanda and placed the lamp, miraculously undamaged, back onto the stand. Wanda got off the bed and stared at him as he turned to look at her. He walked over to her and they took each other's hands.
Ian leaned down to press his lips to hers again and she leaned into it. She walked him over until he was sitting on the bed and started to unbutton his shirt. He slid his hands to rest at her hips and as she got to halfway up his shirt he pulled her as close as she'd get. When the shirt was unbuttoned she slipped it off his shoulders and he lifted her dress up over her head.
He'd kept in shape while they'd were apart. Wanda noted. If it was possible he looked even more ripped than he did before. I couldn't help but run my hands down his chest trying to memorize each muscle and each curve of his chest. I missed the feeling of security but as I looked over his muscles and his huge arms I couldn't feel safer.
She was a bit thinner than before we split. I guessed that with the lack of sleep and she'd had a lack of apatite as well. Ian noted. Under the dress she had some suggestive lingerie. They were black; the bra had lace and coincidently the clasp was in the front. The panties were lacy too but instead of regular ones they had ties at each side. She hadn't worn lingerie like this since our first six months of marriage. She looked so amazing that I couldn't believe that she was still mine.
"I missed you." Ian whispered leaning forward placing his forehead against hers and their noses touched.
"And I missed you." She said.
They kissed for a moment before Ian's hands moved to the bra clasp.
Wanda ran her hands along his shoulders and down to his chest. Ian was surprised when he felt her hands continue until they reached his pants and undid his belt and the clasp. She felt the bra fall off her shoulders and when Ian stood she heard the pants fall to the ground. Wanda moved to straddle Ian on the bed, sitting on his lap. Ian started kissing down her neck and moving down past her collar bone. Both of them fumbled with a tie.
When they were both naked she moved to lay on the bed and he laid on top of her. He kissed down her neck once more but didn't stop. He kissed around each of her perky breasts and then when he continued to move down her abdomen he moved his fingers and rubbed each of her nipples in between thumb and forefingers.
She arched her back in pleasure as he moved his fingertips down her body and began to rub then in circles around her center.
"Ian. Ian." She moaned in pleasure and he smiled to himself.
Ian was so glad that he hadn't lost his touch when it came to giving her pleasure.
After a few moments she reached her climax and called out his name once more with a whine that proved he'd hit the spot.
When she'd reached her peak he began to kiss back up her body, giving her nipples a bit of a suck when he got there. When he reached her mouth he felt her attack him.
She rolled him onto his back and mimicked him by kissing down his muscular chest, flicking his nipples with her tongue and moving her hands down to stroke his hard long member.
She started slow and gentle and then got more and more vigorous. She smiled as she saw him reacting to her touch. He clutched at the sheets and moaned. "Wanda."
Wanda smiled, I can still do it right, can still give him pleasure. It gave her satisfaction to know her abilities still had this effect on him.
When he'd finally reached his peak and let go she stood and went to get a towel. As she whipped him off he stared at her with an animal look in his eyes.
He grabbed the towel and tossed it to the floor laying her on the bed again.
He kissed her long and hard tugging on her lower lip with his teeth. She lifted herself up so her lips were at his ear. "Ian." She moaned "Make love to me."
And he did. He moved so that he was fully sheathed in her and they began to move together. She grabbed the sheets with on hand while bringing his lips down to meet hers with the other hand.
She dug her brilliant blue nails into his muscular shoulders holding onto him while he went in and out.
He could feel it building inside him, trying to make it last just a little longer. While she was enjoying the sensation of being with him again.
They both moaned each other's name as he released into her and collapsed next to her panting hard.
"We should do this more often." Wanda giggled rolling to straddle him.
He grabbed a lock of her golden hair and tugged on it lightly so she bent and their lips met again. "I'll do it every day if that's what it takes to make you happy."
She kissed him long and slow savoring the taste of him the feel of him beneath her and the pure pleasure that came from just having him here in their bed. "I look forward to it."
And as they started to kiss longer and harder they continued to roll around in bed giving each other as much pleasure as they could.
Wanda woke up and felt my hand resting on something rock solid. She looked over and saw Ian laying sprawled out in all directions like he always was before. So that hadn't changed. She kissed his jaw and tried to slip out of his arms to go and make him a big 'welcome home, you're never leaving again' breakfast.
But his arms wrapped around her keeping her there, "I'm not done spooning yet." He mumbled not opening his eyes but with a small smile on his face.
Wanda smiled and leaned over to kiss him on the lips, "Don't you want breakfast. I'll cook you whatever you want."
He opened his eyes and gazed at her face, "You're my breakfast. I could go the rest of my life without food if I get to stay with you like this."
She looked at him with mock annoyance, "Ian. I'm naked."
He lifted his eyebrows, "Really? Huh. I guess I'll just have to live with that."
She rolled to straddle him. Her hair fell to the right side and landed on the bed beside Ian's head, "We'll have to leave here sometime. When do you have work?"
Ian sat up and started to kiss from the base of her neck up, "I'm. Really. Sick. I. Might. Have. To. Take. Weeks. Off." He said with a kiss after every word.
She laughed and felt the pleasure flow threw her body, "We're gonna starve to death." She said putting her fingers in his black hair. "And Mel will probably break a window to get in."
"Great." He said kissing along her jaw and up the other side, "She. Can. Take. Notes."
Wanda tugged his hair back so he looked at her, "Ian!"
He chuckled moving his left hand to cup her cheek. "I'm sorry love." He kissed her, "I know she knew how I felt and how you felt but I didn't expect her to set us up like that."
Wanda slip her hands to his shoulders, "Maybe it was Jared's idea." She smiled, "I'm gonna text them." She rolled off him and reached for her dress to get her phone.
Ian pinned her to the bed and she rolled over. He kissed her, "Thanks them later. I haven't had enough of you." He kissed her again. "I have to make up for two months worth of lost time."
She smiled and kissed him, "I love you Ian."
He stroked her face with his fingertips, "And I love you. More than life it's self."
And they were lost to passion. Left to love each other forever as the universe intended.
:') There back together. :') Let's all cry happy tears.
Although was there really any doubt that they would? I mean they're perfect for each other. And they made such pretty babies…. Well in my mind they were pretty as babies.