Now the story begins after Ian and Wanda had that hot kiss the first night in the game room. I originally wrote this for myself to explore their intimacy and their beautiful new beginning. I simply wasn't ready for their story to end. It wasn't until later I learned about this website and that there are many others who also wanted more Ian and Wanda. I have immensely enjoyed reading so many of the other stories and creative viewpoints I thought I would share mine as well. I hope you enjoy!

The Rainstorm

His mouth against my mouth was a so much more than merely a relief from the weeks of uncertainty and longing. It was the physical affirmation of our love we both gave one another and it felt incredible. I wanted it to never stop. I wanted more. His hand cradled my face offering our kiss some cover; still, we tried to be very discreet given the very public sleeping arrangements. We scarcely moved anything but our mouths. His soft lips moved against mine with a growing need for more too. When his tongue sought mine, my hands twisted in the fabric of his shirt, pulling me closer. My feet began to rub against one another. My breathing was becoming shallower.

Ian broke his mouth away and whispered in my ear. "Do you want to go for a walk?"

I nodded my head and I felt his smile against my cheek.

"C'mon." His hand wrapped around mine and he pulled me up with him. As quietly as possible, we stepped around the other mattresses using the very dim light from the small lantern safely illuminating the exit. I couldn't bear to look up to see if anyone noticed our departure. I tried to reassure myself that Ian leading me somewhere by my hand was completely normal. His hand was often in mine. Hopefully they just assumed I was thirsty or something.

Once in the black solitude of the tunnel, everyone else faded away. It was just us. As usual, I had to take two steps for every one of his but I tried to stay close to his side. My hand curled more into his as he led me away from the South room and toward the sound of the rain pouring into an open room ahead. Once the darkness started to fade, he turned to see my face. His excited eyes searched my face momentarily before a slow smile of fascination spread across his. I could feel I wore the same expression. I reached to wrap my arms around his neck and he bent down to lower his mouth to mine. His strong arms wrapped around me.

Here we could kiss freely without an audience. Privately. Our mouths, our hands, our bodies were free to fully explore each other. And there was so much of him. It felt like his two hands easily enveloped most of my back while I wondered at the broad expanse of just his strong shoulders. My mind remembered some of this as pure instinct. My hands moved lower to slide under his soft faded t-shirt in search of his warm skin. Other parts were all new because this was Ian. I wanted to know him in this way. I needed to know him in this way.

The sound of shuffling footsteps approaching brought the reality that we weren't the only two people who existed. He raised his finger to my lips and pulled me quickly away. The room directly in front of us had rain pouring in but off to the right was a short corridor to the dry kitchen. He ushered me through the dining area and around the corner into a storage area.

We laughed silently as we heard the person enter the kitchen and pour a glass of water from the pitcher that was always left available and then leave. He moved to brush my hair back.

"Do you want to go back?"

"Not yet if you don't mind." I felt my cheeks warm as I looked down fleetingly.

"Don't mind at all." His eyes scanned the shelf above my head. "I have an idea. Would you like to go someplace that's dry and we can be alone there?"

"That sounds ideal."

He reached up to turn on one of the solar powered lanterns that now were available since I had been able to shop at outdoor stores. He grabbed two sleeping pads and handed one to me. He tucked a blanket and sleeping pad under his arm and grabbed the lantern in one hand and my hand in the other.

"This way then."

He led me down the tunnel I could have found my way through in the dark as it led to the storage room and my first sleeping accommodations. Halfway there however he turned down one of the many corridors on the left. I had never been this way before. The corridor eventually narrowed to a point where Ian had to duck his head for a portion. Then we entered a small open cavern that appeared to end but it had a small stream trickling through along the side.

"We can't store anything in this room because of the humidity from the stream so it sits unused. I've slept here a few times if Kyle's snoring was too much or I just wanted to be alone. You have to watch for the occasional drop of moisture from the ceiling but I found the driest spot is right over there." He pointed to the place in the back. "Is this ok?"

I swallowed. "This is nice." The circumstances suddenly felt more formal than a runaway kiss.

He laughed nervously and let go of my hand as he reached for the sleeping pad in my other arm. He laid out the pads and covered them with a blanket in what I assumed was the driest spot. The floor overall seemed fairly dry to me.

He turned the lantern down so it scarcely lit the space and sat in the middle of the blanket.

"Come sit with me." He held his open hand up.

I wasn't quite sure why my legs suddenly felt like they were welded to the floor. Everything from my stomach below felt nervous and cold while my heart swelled and warmth flooded my arms as they longed to be around him.

"We can go back whenever you want." He raised his shoulders. "I just thought it was a good place, without an audience".

I noticed his hesitation on his last words and wondered if I detected a subtle blush in his smile.

Knowing Ian was perhaps nervous as well gave the courage to go to him without hesitation. I wrapped my arms around him and he held me tight.

"Every day I've wanted to hold you in my arms."

It was almost a tangible pain knowing he had wanted to hold me but it didn't happen due to a misunderstanding. I looked up into his piercing blue eyes. "I love you with all my heart, with all my soul, with all my mind, and with all my body." I felt the profound truth of each word course through me. I needed him to know it as well. There wasn't any confusion. "I am yours."

With a quiet groan that twisted a knot in my stomach his mouth found mine. He laid me on my back and leaned over me, kissing me deeply.

He pulled his mouth away so that our noses were still touching. Then his mouth brushed back and forth along my cheek until he pulled back to look at me.

"Really mine?" He asked astounded.

I giggled. "Yes. Every bit."

With enthusiasm, his mouth devoured mine again until we were both breathing heavy. As his lips moved to my throat, my hands once again sought the warmth of his skin under his shirt. I slid them up his back until his shirt was up at his shoulders. He quickly sat up and pulled it over his head, dropping it to the side then brought his mouth back to my skin.

My hands ran across his bare back and he shuddered when I happened to pull my nails gently upward. With a groan he pulled back. He straightened his arms and rolled to his side breathing heavily.

I opened my eyes confused. "What's wrong?"

"I'm rushing you. I'm sorry. I need a minute to calm down."

I leaned over and gently kissed his heaving chest. "You've done the opposite of rush me. You've waited and waited so patiently. I'm ready to be yours, Ian, in every way." Timidly, I ran my hand from his chest to his face and then through his soft hair. "I want you to be mine too."

He turned to me and gently traced his fingers down my arm. "I am yours."

I spoke my confession slowly, just above a whisper. "I want you to be mine in every way."

He leaned above me so I was lying on my back again and searched my face for a long time.

"Do you know what it is you're asking?" His voice was gentle.

"I do." I tried to hold his gaze. I knew the blush and my body's urge to avert my eyes would not help my case.

"I was prepared for many things, one of which was if things went in my favor, would be to take it slow. Here you are asking what you're asking and looking at me that way. I swear I'd give you anything you wanted." He closed his eyes and took an unsteady breath. "I'm concerned you are asking for this possibly because you think it's what you are supposed to do or more because you think it's what I want than it being what you want. Please know I will be patient. You are too significant to me."

I thought for a minute. As I became lost in my favorite cerulean blue I easily found my courage and words there. "Thank you for valuing me that way. I'm not saying I'm ready because of an obligation." I placed my hand against the soft stubble of his cheek which I had always wanted to feel. "I'm ready because when you kiss me, I want so much more. I'm ready because I've felt the bonds of that kind of relationship. They weren't mine but I know that's what I want with you."

Ian continued searching for an elusive answer in my face. He gently tilted my chin up and then slowly ran his fingers down my neck, down my chest and to my stomach. My eyes closed momentarily as my body arched and I caught my breath. I saw a decision made in his eyes as they turned from contemplative to tender. It was subtle but his breaths quickened to match mine. He found his answer in my willing body, something that wasn't there until now.

He leaned down to kiss me again but it was more controlled or possibly more determined. I wasn't sure which. I only knew he no longer seemed to be in a hurry which was even better than the hungry kisses from before. His kiss deepened. His touch lingered. He was more loving and my body responded accordingly. Every touch was etched into my skin, its memory recorded there in my cells. I was his blank canvas and everywhere he touched came alive with fire. I was consumed with burning desire and he was the careful deliberate artist. It was maddening. I tried to shake his concentration just a little. I ran my nails lightly across his back again. He shuddered and paused, closing his eyes until I stopped. Then he continued his worship of my body.

He slowly pulled my camisole above my head and his attention moved to my chest. My hands ran through his hair as he touched me in new ways. I could smell his scent mixed in with the soap from his evening bath. He was awakening parts of my new body that had never known such sensations. His mouth and tongue sought my skin as his soft hair brushed against my chin.

His mouth on my breasts sent waves of pleasure out in every direction of my body but they all eventually collected lower in a growing ache. When his hand travelled to my thigh and moved my knee away from the other, I could no longer focus on anything besides where he touched me. His mouth came back to mine as his hand slid slowly up the inside of my leg and on top of my shorts. My breath stopped again and my back arched as his hand reached between my legs and found the source of my ache. A small moan sounded from my mouth as he caressed me expertly.

He rested his forehead against mine, his breath soft against my face as he ran his hand back up my leg again, inside my shorts and moved my underwear aside. He sunk his finger into me and his steady resolve faltered. His soft groan that I could hear mixed with my own nearly had me feverish.

I no longer formally controlled my body. It responded only to him. My breathing, the sounds from my mouth, the way my back arched, the way my fingers clutched for purchase on his shoulders. He knew where and how to touch me. He would touch me exactly how I wanted a moment after I realized I wanted it. Somewhere in the back of my consciousness, I marveled how he knew my body so much better than I did.

Without rush, he pulled the rest of my clothes off and the realization that I was there naked and vulnerable with him was startling. Then he removed his shorts and I forgot all about it. He was beautiful, strong, and aggressive. His form was captivating. I was sure nothing was more beautiful than Ian and I wanted to know every part of him. I wanted his skin on mine. His body on mine. He moved in between my legs and leaned down to kiss me again. As his mouth found mine, I pulled him closer. I could feel him where his finger had just been - him hard against my soft. I clutched him to me, both nervous and desperate to have him. I needed him. I never needed anything before this. He was heavy there but he didn't press forward into me. I didn't understand his delay but it was causing havoc to my body.

A whimper escaped from my mouth and he slowly began to press into me, parting me around him. It was an instant relief for my desperate desire. As he pushed in further, stretching me apart, my body started to revolt against the brutal invasion. I cried out and gasped. It felt as if I was being split in two. I cried out again and my back was off the mat.

Ian stopped moving.

"Breathe, Wanda," I heard his soft voice. "You've tensed your entire body. Try to relax." I felt him kiss my face.

Breathe. I gasped.

Breathe again. I tried not to gasp.

Keep breathing. I focused on slowing each breath. As I gradually gained control, I felt each muscle slowly unclench down my body. My hands untwisted the blanket that moments ago it desperately grasped as they needed something to attempt to pull myself away from the pain.

What was wrong with this body? Melanie had never associated pain with sex. The thought that I could never have Ian in that way had tears beginning to fill my eyes.

"Why does it hurt?" I whispered feeling betrayed by my body.

Ian was looking down at me concerned. "It only hurts the very first time. I'm so sorry. I promise it gets so much better." His hand was against my face with his thumb lightly tracing softly along my cheek.

Already it felt less of an invasion having him there. I even began to feel an echo of the desire that wanted him there in the first place.

"We're past the difficult part but I can stop any time you want me to." He looked at me like he yearned to take my pain away.

I took more calming breaths as I felt the tears slip from my eyes.

He started to pull back but I clutched him tighter, wrapping my legs around him. "Please stay." The thought of him leaving me was so much worse than the pain.

When I clutched him I had pulled him deeper and it began to build a slow ache for more. I did what he said and tried to relax and not tense my body. He was correct of course. By tensing, my body was working against him. When I relaxed, I opened up to him. I raised my hips against his and his eyes closed as he sunk in further. His mouth found mine as he pushed in more and I stretched to take him all in. We both sounded our relief. I could feel his shoulders relax as his steady resolve waivered.

Ian is inside of me.

That thought brought me immense pleasure. It was the most beautiful thing in the world. The fading pain was overwhelmed by my deep love for him. We were no longer separate but one together and I could feel what he felt and know his thoughts. It was as if we could unlock mysterious truths. It almost seemed like we were both souls in one body, fluid rather than static. He raised his head to look at me.

He slowly pulled back and I missed every inch of him. He fulfilled my need by sinking back into me again. My hips moved to meet him and his mouth came down on mine. I found I longed for the invasion that hurt just moments before. I needed to feel him stretching me around him. It told me that he was inside of me. And that was beautiful.

We continued to lose ourselves together. His pace changed from slow and long to deeper and deeper. Whichever arm wasn't holding his weight over me, the other hand never left my skin. It ran through my hair, caressed my face gently, or grasped my thigh. At one point, I noticed a slight sheen of perspiration on our bodies. My body was leaving my control again, spinning off to some place unknown. It needed only him and he gave himself to it. Every frantic need was met and then replaced by a much greater one. My breaths were rapid and I could feel a building sensation. Each time he pushed into me, was better. Finally it was more than my body could endure and it released its last hold of control. I cried out as I shuddered under him.

He desperately pushed in twice before his entire body tensed. He gripped me tight as his own gorgeous groans from his loss of control sounded in my ear. He lost himself deep inside me. At that moment he wasn't my strong protector. I felt his passionate need for me and I held it close to my heart.

After our breaths slowed, he leaned up to put his lips softly against mine as he pulled himself from my body. My body quivered at the loss and I already missed him there. He rolled to his side and held me.