The Host belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

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And I'll be posting the story about Ian's POV of The Host very soon!


"Ian," she whispered quietly, "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry you had go through any of that. I-I..."

I could hear the tears in her voice and I wasn't going to let her do that to herself. I wasn't going to let her blame herself, like I knew she would.

"Wanda, I didn't tell you that story to make you feel bad," I whispered back to her. I tilted her face up so that I could look into her eyes. I loved looking into those eyes. I could really see Wanda when I looked into her eyes. My Wanderer.

"I know that, but Ian, it's just..." she cried.

I reached up and brushed away a few golden strands of hair that had fallen in her face. "Shh. Don't cry, Wanda."

"I wish you hadn't lost everyone. I wish you could still have your home," she murmured.

"If I hadn't lost those things, I never would have met you," I said, pulling her into my chest. "I'm sorry I made you cry. I shouldn't have told you."

"No, Ian, I'm glad you told me. It must have been so hard for you relive that. I should be the one comforting you." Her tiny arms held me tight, tried to be reassuring. I chuckled and felt her smile against my shirt.

"I feel better now that you know. I've never told anyone before. I haven't even ever discussed it with Kyle. He always changes the subject," I whispered into her hair.

"Ian?" She asked, lifting her head up to look at me, tears still in her eyes.

"Yes, honey." I placed my hand on her cheek and she leaned into it.

"Why did you tell me?"

"Because I love you. Because your the only person in the universe that I want to know everything about me. Because you tell us every night about your lives. About before you came to this planet. I wanted you know what my life was like before I met you. I was incomplete, Wanda. You made me whole. It's not a sad story, please don't cry," I could feel the tears swelling up in my eyes. I kissed her gently on the forehead and she sighed.

"I would have loved to have known you then," she smiled. She, no doubt, was changing the subject to cheer me up.

I laughed. "No, I don't think you would have liked me very much. I was very immature."

"Oh, as opposed to how mature you are now?" she smiled and raised her eyebrows speculatively at me.

"What? You don't think I'm mature?" I asked, trying to sound hurt. I couldn't pull it off, though.

I narrowed my eyes and then started tickling her. She giggled and squirmed to get away, but I wasn't giving up that easily.

"Alright, alright," she laughed, and I finally relented. She plopped down on our mattress, resting her head on the pillow, while she caught her breath. "You're very mature," she said, a sarcastic tone to her voice, but I let it go.

I sprawled out on the mattress beside her. "I know," I said. She began giggling again as I wrapped my arms around her. She turned to look me in the eye.

"I love you. Thank you for telling me your story," she said.

"Thank you for listening. I love you, so much, Wanderer." And with that I pressed my lips against hers.

Her response was more than I could have ever imagined after that first kiss. Without Melanie here, getting in the way, Wanda was able to love me the way she wanted to. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me as close as she could. Her lips moved with mine in ways that I didn't think anyone else would ever be able to replicate. When she kissed me, she could make me forget my own name. My body didn't belong to me anymore. It belonged to Wanda.

I had to pull away sooner then I wanted to. I didn't go too far, though. Keeping my forehead pressed against hers, I smiled, rubbing our noses together. She was gasping for air. Her eyes were still shut and I had a feeling she wouldn't be opening them again tonight. She looked like she was half asleep already.

I pulled her into my chest, putting my arm under head, like a pillow. Keeping her eyes closed, she nuzzled her face into my shirt and was asleep within minutes.

I pressed my lips to her forehead and, even though she was sleeping, I could feel her body relax. I smiled as I fell asleep, the woman I loved in my arms. I would never let her go.