Fanfiction: The Host Sequel Chapter 1
Title: The Host Sequel / The Soul
Author: SoulStone
Rating: K +
Summary:Sequel to The Host by Stephenie Meyer. When Jeb's society finds out that they're other living human races out in the wilderness, many reactions occur. But will Wanda find another Love interest with one of those people? or will Ian protest?
Disclaimers: I do not own The Host in any way, nor do I intend to do the copyright infringement thing. I also do not claim that this is the REAL The Host Sequel.
Authors Note: This is Chapter 1. I'm Breaking it down by chapters. Still Doing them though. Read and Review Please. :D Maybe you'd like it, it's a WandaxIan but there's a third party...who is he?
CHAPTER ONE
Confessed
"You know, I don’t really like being watched while I’m sleeping.”
“Well, if you were sleeping, you wouldn’t know that I was watching” And I felt warm lips pressed gently against mine for just half a second. But it did its job, my heart thumped heavily inside my chest and my stomach was suddenly invaded by butterflies.
“Good Morning, Wanda.” Ian said, full of love and pleasure.
“Mmm, Good Morning to you too, Ian.” I answered back while turning. Facing his face only inches from mine. He kissed me again and I had the same heart-thumping, stomach-twisting reaction. I sighed, I wonder if I’ll get used to his warm presence. How I ever deserved such an affectionate, loving, understanding, protecting man.
“What’s the matter?” He suddenly asked. His eyes filled with concern but with the hint of sadness.
“Oh, Ian. You don’t always have to be worried every time I sigh.” I’m sure I said that with humor. I’m not good at it, but I know I did. But maybe my tone did the opposite. I knew because I saw that his forehead slowly creased, and he pursed his lips.
“I’m Sorry. I’m just anxious. Thinking maybe that one day, you would actually just get sick of me just like that. Not love me anymore. Go back to your civilized world. Leave me and go--”
“Ian! Do.Not.Say.That.Ever.Again. I would never leave you. How could you think that?” I couldn’t let him finish. His face was filled with pain, and mine was filled with horror. “Nothing and no one would ever have the strength or power to make me leave you. No individual. Not anything. I love you, okay? Please, don’t ever say that again.” I was staring directly into his frozen ice-cold blue eyes. I was a little stunned on how this pleasant morning all of a sudden turned into a tensed conversation. I didn’t expect Ian saying those painful words. “In fact, I was actually thinking how I could ever get you. How I deserved you. How you could actually fall in love with something like me.”
I was trying to distract him. I hated seeing his face full of pain. He must be thinking about this for a long time now, his face gave it all away. But how could he? He knew how much I love him, and I know he loves me.
“Wanda, you deserve me because you are the best that you could be. You are the greatest thing that has ever happened to this house, these people and most especially to me. And I’m sorry; I will not bring that up again. I just wanted to make sure. I mean, really, absolutely sure. Just checking that you wouldn’t just leave me without any clue. I wouldn’t want to guess again, if you know what I mean.” I sighed and flashed him a smile. I was relieved that my distraction worked and that he was making a joke now. “I know you love me…I’m sorry.” He was staring into my eyes too. His frozen blue eyes turned liquid now. Ocean color. It was dazzling. Too dazzling that I hadn’t realized he was leaning closer and closer until I only saw his beautiful eyes.
“Do you love me?” I asked. Although I knew the answer, I, too, wanted to be sure. “With all my heart, Wanderer.” He leaned in so close now. He removed his right hand from my hair that he was playing with and placed it on my waist. He wrapped his other arm around me and drew me closer to him.
My heart was thumping again. Loudly, this time. I was sure he could feel it, or at least hear it. But I didn’t really care, we were very close now. We hadn’t been this close since, since-ah, I couldn’t even remember.
We didn’t have that much of privacy. We did have the room to ourselves now; since Jamie was staying with Aaron and Brandt but we still had our interruptions from Jeb, Jamie or Lucina’s children. But they usually pried to remind us of breakfast. It must be really early in the morning then. I was distracted by his eyes, his face. And while I was thinking all of this, he leaned in and closed the remaining space between us, which was only an inch away. His lips were now on mine, locked and firm yet gentle.
We hadn’t kissed like this in a long time. My head was spinning yet, I couldn’t stop. He rolled over until he was on top of me. He stopped just to take in a breath, and I needed to breathe too. But that was only for a second. He leaned in again and kissed me. He rolled one more time and he was on the right side of the mattress and I was on the left. Switched places. We were still kissing, not stopping. Both of his hands were now around my waist, and my hands were roughly by his neck. He slowly lowered his hand from my waist to my thigh and straight to the back of my knee. I was gasping for air, and he was gasping too. This was so intense, but we both liked it. He then jerked my knee up and hooked my leg to his waist, and we weren’t stopping. His lips traced mine slowly and then faster. Upper lip and then lower lip. He was tracing them alternately. We were having a pattern now. This was all such heaven to me and nothing mattered but him. Ian O’Shea. The one man that I love and will always love. Everything was perfect and we liked it the way it was happening until we heard a slam by the door. The sound startled me.
It caught me off guard and it nearly made me fall off the mattress but Ian’s strong, rigid hands caught me. He secured me again, braced me close to his chest for just this one fast second and let go. He sat me down and he got up too, right beside me. He was holding my hand, and I was breathing heavily. Hyperventilating, actually, rather than breathing. But I heard another breath that was coming off strangely. It was Ian’s. He was breathless too. I looked at him, and he was looking at me. Our eyes met and it locked for an instant. He smiled, and looked away to see who was responsible for interrupting our wonderful moment.
“Aww, gross!” I looked away from Ian’s face and searched for the person who owned the familiar voice. “Like I needed something to make me throw up this early!” I giggled and sighed. It was Jamie. I was glad to see him, even if I just saw him the night before. It was always a great feeling seeing Jamie. “This is embarrassing!” Jamie turned around, his hand on his forehead. Ian was looking down, looking at my hand and was smiling. I felt the heat reaching my cheeks that I knew I was blushing and I looked down too. This host was always shy, timid but in a way that’s right. But now, I felt really shy. Especially with Jamie here, who just caught us somewhat making out.
“Well, Good Morning to you too, Jamie.” Ian said. I can hear the smile in his voice. I giggled again. Jamie then turned around to look at us with a very embarrassed expression. “Every time I walk in into Jared and Mel’s room, I catch them doing the same thing! If you guys want to stay in the room, not being disturbed and kiss around all day, then you might want to warn anyone who goes near your room.” His voice was high-pitched and uneven. It seemed very funny to me. “Place a note or something.” He added.
“Well Jamie, if you didn’t want to see all that, then you might want to knock next time.” I said. I giggled one last time and stood up. I patted his back and Ian stood up too.
“So Kid, why are you here?” Ian quickly changed the topic.
“Huh? What?”
Jamie was still unsettled. He was thinking too much. Trying to avoid the memory of what he just saw.
“Why did you bother us? What do you want? It’s way too early for breakfast, so why are you here?”
“Oh. Sorry, I was still-Anyway, Jeb told me to wake everyone up. He says he has news or something. He fixed up a real early breakfast, but its ‘special’, so he says. He wants everyone to be up and get to the kitchen as fast a possible.” Jamie’s uncomfortable look was just about gone now; His tan coming back and the redness from his cheeks were fading. “What is he going to say?” I asked. I was abruptly filled with excitement. It seemed like the day was going to be a wonderful day.
“Hmm? Oh. Uh-I don’t really know. Jeb wants everyone to be there first before he says anything. And uh, could you guys hurry it up? I’m hungry, and you probably shouldn’t go back to where you were a while ago.” Now Ian laughed.
“Sure, Kid. Why don’t you go ahead” He was still smiling, and that made me smile too. Jamie started toward the door. “And oh yeah,” Ian said. Jamie stopped and turned around to look at Ian again. “When you reach Jared and Mel’s room, knock this time, okay?” Jamie scowled at us for a minute but continued walking out the door again and stomped his feet down the hallway. We could hear his muttering until he was out of sight. Ian laughed again and looked at me. I was still smiling. This was surely going to be a great day, considering the head start with the amusing morning.
“Well, that was embarrassing.” He said. He was leaning closer again and he pressed his lips softly against my mine and then my forehead.
“Yes, it certainly was.” I couldn’t stop smiling, but so did he. His lips slowly went down from my forehead to my ear. There was a path of goose bumps forming along my arms. He whispered into my ear, “I’m not done with you, Wanda.” He pulled back and looked into my eyes again, still holding my hand, and then we started down toward the dark hallway of the cave, headed for the kitchen.
Author: SoulStone
Rating: K +
Summary:Sequel to The Host by Stephenie Meyer. When Jeb's society finds out that they're other living human races out in the wilderness, many reactions occur. But will Wanda find another Love interest with one of those people? or will Ian protest?
Disclaimers: I do not own The Host in any way, nor do I intend to do the copyright infringement thing. I also do not claim that this is the REAL The Host Sequel.
Authors Note: This is Chapter 1. I'm Breaking it down by chapters. Still Doing them though. Read and Review Please. :D Maybe you'd like it, it's a WandaxIan but there's a third party...who is he?
CHAPTER ONE
Confessed
"You know, I don’t really like being watched while I’m sleeping.”
“Well, if you were sleeping, you wouldn’t know that I was watching” And I felt warm lips pressed gently against mine for just half a second. But it did its job, my heart thumped heavily inside my chest and my stomach was suddenly invaded by butterflies.
“Good Morning, Wanda.” Ian said, full of love and pleasure.
“Mmm, Good Morning to you too, Ian.” I answered back while turning. Facing his face only inches from mine. He kissed me again and I had the same heart-thumping, stomach-twisting reaction. I sighed, I wonder if I’ll get used to his warm presence. How I ever deserved such an affectionate, loving, understanding, protecting man.
“What’s the matter?” He suddenly asked. His eyes filled with concern but with the hint of sadness.
“Oh, Ian. You don’t always have to be worried every time I sigh.” I’m sure I said that with humor. I’m not good at it, but I know I did. But maybe my tone did the opposite. I knew because I saw that his forehead slowly creased, and he pursed his lips.
“I’m Sorry. I’m just anxious. Thinking maybe that one day, you would actually just get sick of me just like that. Not love me anymore. Go back to your civilized world. Leave me and go--”
“Ian! Do.Not.Say.That.Ever.Again. I would never leave you. How could you think that?” I couldn’t let him finish. His face was filled with pain, and mine was filled with horror. “Nothing and no one would ever have the strength or power to make me leave you. No individual. Not anything. I love you, okay? Please, don’t ever say that again.” I was staring directly into his frozen ice-cold blue eyes. I was a little stunned on how this pleasant morning all of a sudden turned into a tensed conversation. I didn’t expect Ian saying those painful words. “In fact, I was actually thinking how I could ever get you. How I deserved you. How you could actually fall in love with something like me.”
I was trying to distract him. I hated seeing his face full of pain. He must be thinking about this for a long time now, his face gave it all away. But how could he? He knew how much I love him, and I know he loves me.
“Wanda, you deserve me because you are the best that you could be. You are the greatest thing that has ever happened to this house, these people and most especially to me. And I’m sorry; I will not bring that up again. I just wanted to make sure. I mean, really, absolutely sure. Just checking that you wouldn’t just leave me without any clue. I wouldn’t want to guess again, if you know what I mean.” I sighed and flashed him a smile. I was relieved that my distraction worked and that he was making a joke now. “I know you love me…I’m sorry.” He was staring into my eyes too. His frozen blue eyes turned liquid now. Ocean color. It was dazzling. Too dazzling that I hadn’t realized he was leaning closer and closer until I only saw his beautiful eyes.
“Do you love me?” I asked. Although I knew the answer, I, too, wanted to be sure. “With all my heart, Wanderer.” He leaned in so close now. He removed his right hand from my hair that he was playing with and placed it on my waist. He wrapped his other arm around me and drew me closer to him.
My heart was thumping again. Loudly, this time. I was sure he could feel it, or at least hear it. But I didn’t really care, we were very close now. We hadn’t been this close since, since-ah, I couldn’t even remember.
We didn’t have that much of privacy. We did have the room to ourselves now; since Jamie was staying with Aaron and Brandt but we still had our interruptions from Jeb, Jamie or Lucina’s children. But they usually pried to remind us of breakfast. It must be really early in the morning then. I was distracted by his eyes, his face. And while I was thinking all of this, he leaned in and closed the remaining space between us, which was only an inch away. His lips were now on mine, locked and firm yet gentle.
We hadn’t kissed like this in a long time. My head was spinning yet, I couldn’t stop. He rolled over until he was on top of me. He stopped just to take in a breath, and I needed to breathe too. But that was only for a second. He leaned in again and kissed me. He rolled one more time and he was on the right side of the mattress and I was on the left. Switched places. We were still kissing, not stopping. Both of his hands were now around my waist, and my hands were roughly by his neck. He slowly lowered his hand from my waist to my thigh and straight to the back of my knee. I was gasping for air, and he was gasping too. This was so intense, but we both liked it. He then jerked my knee up and hooked my leg to his waist, and we weren’t stopping. His lips traced mine slowly and then faster. Upper lip and then lower lip. He was tracing them alternately. We were having a pattern now. This was all such heaven to me and nothing mattered but him. Ian O’Shea. The one man that I love and will always love. Everything was perfect and we liked it the way it was happening until we heard a slam by the door. The sound startled me.
It caught me off guard and it nearly made me fall off the mattress but Ian’s strong, rigid hands caught me. He secured me again, braced me close to his chest for just this one fast second and let go. He sat me down and he got up too, right beside me. He was holding my hand, and I was breathing heavily. Hyperventilating, actually, rather than breathing. But I heard another breath that was coming off strangely. It was Ian’s. He was breathless too. I looked at him, and he was looking at me. Our eyes met and it locked for an instant. He smiled, and looked away to see who was responsible for interrupting our wonderful moment.
“Aww, gross!” I looked away from Ian’s face and searched for the person who owned the familiar voice. “Like I needed something to make me throw up this early!” I giggled and sighed. It was Jamie. I was glad to see him, even if I just saw him the night before. It was always a great feeling seeing Jamie. “This is embarrassing!” Jamie turned around, his hand on his forehead. Ian was looking down, looking at my hand and was smiling. I felt the heat reaching my cheeks that I knew I was blushing and I looked down too. This host was always shy, timid but in a way that’s right. But now, I felt really shy. Especially with Jamie here, who just caught us somewhat making out.
“Well, Good Morning to you too, Jamie.” Ian said. I can hear the smile in his voice. I giggled again. Jamie then turned around to look at us with a very embarrassed expression. “Every time I walk in into Jared and Mel’s room, I catch them doing the same thing! If you guys want to stay in the room, not being disturbed and kiss around all day, then you might want to warn anyone who goes near your room.” His voice was high-pitched and uneven. It seemed very funny to me. “Place a note or something.” He added.
“Well Jamie, if you didn’t want to see all that, then you might want to knock next time.” I said. I giggled one last time and stood up. I patted his back and Ian stood up too.
“So Kid, why are you here?” Ian quickly changed the topic.
“Huh? What?”
Jamie was still unsettled. He was thinking too much. Trying to avoid the memory of what he just saw.
“Why did you bother us? What do you want? It’s way too early for breakfast, so why are you here?”
“Oh. Sorry, I was still-Anyway, Jeb told me to wake everyone up. He says he has news or something. He fixed up a real early breakfast, but its ‘special’, so he says. He wants everyone to be up and get to the kitchen as fast a possible.” Jamie’s uncomfortable look was just about gone now; His tan coming back and the redness from his cheeks were fading. “What is he going to say?” I asked. I was abruptly filled with excitement. It seemed like the day was going to be a wonderful day.
“Hmm? Oh. Uh-I don’t really know. Jeb wants everyone to be there first before he says anything. And uh, could you guys hurry it up? I’m hungry, and you probably shouldn’t go back to where you were a while ago.” Now Ian laughed.
“Sure, Kid. Why don’t you go ahead” He was still smiling, and that made me smile too. Jamie started toward the door. “And oh yeah,” Ian said. Jamie stopped and turned around to look at Ian again. “When you reach Jared and Mel’s room, knock this time, okay?” Jamie scowled at us for a minute but continued walking out the door again and stomped his feet down the hallway. We could hear his muttering until he was out of sight. Ian laughed again and looked at me. I was still smiling. This was surely going to be a great day, considering the head start with the amusing morning.
“Well, that was embarrassing.” He said. He was leaning closer again and he pressed his lips softly against my mine and then my forehead.
“Yes, it certainly was.” I couldn’t stop smiling, but so did he. His lips slowly went down from my forehead to my ear. There was a path of goose bumps forming along my arms. He whispered into my ear, “I’m not done with you, Wanda.” He pulled back and looked into my eyes again, still holding my hand, and then we started down toward the dark hallway of the cave, headed for the kitchen.