A small chuckle escapes his lips as a whimper escapes her lips from the trail of kisses he left on her neck. Pulling back he gives her a small smile as she says that she loves him. Ian would never get tired of hearing that from her. There used to be a point where he didn’t really think he’d ever hear that from her. When she was in Melanie’s body she was in love with Jared because of Mel’s feelings for him. Ian knew the best thing to do was to wait, but sometimes he doubted that everything he wanted would come in time.
He realizes that he shouldn’t have thought that because look at where he was now. Wanderer in his arms, snuggled up against his side as they laid in their bed. Ian O’Shea was very, very content in this moment and he wanted nothing more than this to happen everyday for the rest of his life.
The blue eyed man was pulled out of his thoughts as she speaks. He smiles at her mention of writing him a poem, but it quickly fades when she basically takes it back. “No, no. I want you to write me a poem…that would be nice.” Ian says giving her a small reassuring kiss on her cheek. He knew that she still had questions and all these other things and he disliked that he didn’t have all the answers. But he brushed them off because eventually she might not have as many.
His muscular arm wrap around her side and he laughs at her comment. “I’m glad too. I mean now I get to have you all to myself.” Ian says scrunching up his nose at her and smiling. “What’s your favorite thing about Earth?” He questions curious because he knew there were other planets that she has been too, that may not even compare to this one.
She nodded, still unsure of herself. “Okay. A poem.” Her mind was already racing with the millions of ways she could say what she needed to say. Maybe on her next trip into town, she could bring back some music. She couldn’t write her own things, but she could bring music to him. That would be kind of nice, wouldn’t it? Bringing music to the caverns of the family she loved so much.
His question brought her up short. Had he forgotten so quickly? Her blonde ringlets fell into her eyes and she tossed her head to the side to remove them from blocking her vision. She felt an opportunity, and she took it. Pushing away the shyness her body wracked her with, she sat up and took Ian’s face into her tiny, childlike hands.
“You,” she answered honestly. Her eyes searched his blue ones. “You are the best thing. You outdo anything I’ve ever seen or done on another planet. You are better than the Bats or the Flowers. Or all the other universes that have yet to be discovered. Everything combined could never be better than the way that I feel when you look at me or when you kiss me or touch me or smile at me. Or hold me in your arms when we’re sleeping. You, Ian O’Shea, are my world. And you’re the only world I will ever belong in and the only world I’ll ever want to be in.”
She leaned in and pressed her lips against his gently and passionately, running her hands along his big broad shoulders and up his neck and to his hand where her hands weaved their way into his hair.
She was glad that all of Melanie’s paled in comparison to the way she was feeling right now. She noted with dull remembrance that Melanie had a feeling of satisfaction. Wanda felt like she’d never be completely satisfied. She’d never hit her ‘Ian quota’ and it was actually a good feeling to know that she’d never have enough. She would always want more. And hopefully she would always have more.