Comforted

Luvon's POV

There was a knock at the door. Some very selfish part of me wanted it to be Wanda again but it wasn't.

"My name is Craig and I've been assigned to be your comforter as long as you need. Or at least until they can find a place and a calling for you."

My calling is to be with Wanda in Jeb's caves. Ian snapped.

I nodded.

"So your name is Sings the Love Song?" I nodded again, "Do you have something shorter you want me to call you?"

I shrugged, "I have a nickname. I decided on Luvon."

Craig smiled at me, "That's a nice nickname." I didn't respond. "So tell me, What was your host's name?"

That's not important. Why does he need to know my name? Ian said venomously.

"Ian." I said reprimanding him and answering Craig's question.

He rested a pad of paper on his lap and scribbled down something, "And has he faded."

"No." I said.

And I never will. Ian spat at me, I'm not leaving her.

"I wish he would." I muttered. To both the comforter and Ian.

Well I won't. Ian said stubbornly.

"Hosts, especially hosts rebelling against us before insertion, don't fade easily." He paused to write something down. "Tell me. What do the two of you talk or converse about."

Nosy soul. Ian said.

I tried to keep him back, "Well there is one thing that he can't get out of his mind…. So naturally I can't keep it from mine."

"And what would that be? If you don't mind me asking."

I shook my head. But I wasn't the only one replying to him.

"Wanderer." Ian and I said together.

"And who is that?" Craig asked writing her name on his pad of paper.

"His lover." I said then clarified, "The female soul he kept captive."

Craig looked up at me, "The female soul he kept captive?" I nodded. His face turned from curiosity to one of half horror and half disgust, "Was it consensual?"

Hell Yeah! Ian yelled in my head. He thought of one particular night in their room when Wanda had been the instigator.

Wanda straddled him and kissed his neck. "Ian O'Shea you've been teasing me all night."

Ian groaned with pleasure as her hands moved from his chest up his neck to tangle her fingers in his hair. "Wanda." He said. Even he could hear the longing in his voice. "You don't have to…." He trailed off as her lips crushed into his.

When she finally broke it she kept her lips close so he could smell the chocolate bar she'd had for dessert on her breath. "Ian O'Shea. Don't make me take you right here against this mattress."

He smiled giving up all thoughts of telling her she had no obligation to do this with him. "Come at me Babe." He said brushing her hair off to the side as he rolled her onto her back.

I watched Ian's memory; watched and felt her. Felt how it felt to kiss her; down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe, kissing her soft lips. Felt how it was to love her; my fingers in her hair, going from her shoulders to her waist, rubbing my hands against her stomach. Felt how it felt to lift the soft fabric with my hands up and over her shoulders.

MINE! Ian shouted at me taking the memory away. She's mine. My hands touch her. SHE'S MINE!

It's your fault. I told him. Don't show me those memories and I won't be thinking that way.

How else and I suppose to get you to feel sympathetic to the situation?

I saw his plan and saw that it had worked. He wanted to me see how wonderful she was, intellectually and, to this body, physically. So that I, the soul inside the body, would want to protect her; then the body would protect her like it had in the caves.

Ian was smug that he'd slipped this past me. He threw the memory at me again. I watched as she whispered in Ian's ear and kissed his neck; but it didn't stop there. He continued the memory right through to when they laid next to each other naked and panting staring into each other's eyes with so much love. The whole memory Ian had basically painted the word MINE! All over it to shove it in my face that Wanda wasn't mine. She was his.

"STOP!" I yelled standing up shaking my head.

Is it too painful? Ian asked still remembering the memory of her kisses and her skin on his.

I shook my head and I felt arms grasp my shoulders. "Calm down Sings the Love Song. It's alright."

But it wouldn't be. I was attacked from inside. He made me love her because he loved her. But when I even thought of her in any way the way he does he freaks out at me.

"No." I said my voice breaking, "No it won't be alright. He won't leave me alone."

Craig sat me down, "Tell me about it Sings the Love Song. Tell me I'm here to listen."

I tried to take deep breath while beating Ian back.

He has no right to hear about this. This is only something we can figure out. He can't help.

"He, Ian, throws memories of them together at me. He makes me remember how it feels to love her. Not just the physical parts either. He shows me how she gives and gives without expecting anything in return. How she always thinks of others before herself. How she hides behind her hair when she's embarrassed."

Despite how upset Ian was with me he couldn't hide that he was impressed that I was so observant to his memories.

"But it's the worst when he shows me physical memories."

"Yes." Craig said writing something down, "These human bodies have such strong physical drives. Typically its worst for males."

I nodded. I noticed.

"They were very passionate. I've never experienced anything like it in all of my lives."

"Oh? Where else have you lived?"

This I was comfortable with, "The mists planet, the fire planet and the singing world. That's where I got my name. There were many female souls who took an interest in me."

"Oh? Do you have a partner?" Craig asked.

I shook my head, "None of them interested me. Then when I heard of Earth I decided maybe this would be a good place to find a partner." I sighed. Then I get stuck with this host. I finished. I didn't want to say it out loud in less he told someone and they took me out. Even though I didn't get along with Ian I saw beyond his hard demeanor that he buried when Wanda came into his life. The part that had tried to kill her. He was a good person, a heart full of love.

Craig looked up from his pad and looked at me, "You didn't answer my earlier question. Everything your host did with the girl…."

"It was all consensual." I said trying not to dive into any more memories.

I hope you enjoyed this.

I know I said in the notes of my last chapter stuff about how I was making Wanda and Ian only have a physical relationship and I tried to add some non-physical things in this chapter but ya know what kinda hit me as I was writing this version? I was making Ian a real dush-bag. My bad. I tried to salvage a bit of goodness in Luvon's view of Ian but I guess I'll have to put more of him acting better. :) My bad.