I don't own The Host or any of it's characters, Stephenie Meyer does. This is just some random fanfic.

Night Bath.

I made my way to the part of the caves where I usually took my bath. It had been more than five days since I took my last one, and I was really starting to smell.

Luckily it was in the middle of the night, so there probably weren't anyone there.

I entered the dark, but familiar cave. I put my clean clothes near the entrance, and stripped out of my dirty ones, and lay them down by the edge of the water.

I hesitated before the water. I still had the paranoid thoughts that someone might be in the water waiting for me, to kill me.

I bit my lower lip, and told myself to pull it together as I slowly entered the bath.

The water felt nice and cool, as usual, and I let out a small sigh as the water reached up to my neck. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts drift; after all I wasn't in a hurry.

Suddenly I felt a movement by my thigh. I jerked backwards as I screamed with all the capacity of my lungs.

"Shhh!! Wanda, it's me!" The voice was familiar, almost too familiar. Ian. I closed my eyes.

I exhaled heavily before I opened my eyes again.

"God. You scared the shit out of me." I was still too shaken to use an angry tone.

"I'm sorry, sweetie" I could hear that he was grinning.

He made his way over in my direction, and found me pretty quick, even in the blind dark. He laid his hand softly on my hip and pulled his naked body to mine and hugged me. I exhaled again, and so did he.

He moved his head slightly backwards, and then his lips met mine. I kissed him passionately back, and he didn't seem to min that at all.

As our kissing got more rough, his right hand found my left hip again, and his left hand held the back of my head. I jumped up lightly and wrapped my legs around his naked hip-area and he let out a heavy breath as my right hand clenched against his muscular back, and my other hand in his dark hair.

He took two short steps forward, and pressed my back gently up against the cave wall as he made his way deeper inside of me in slow, rhythmic movements. It felt so good.

I let out a moan, though it wasn't very loud Ian still 'Shh'-ed me.

"They might hear us" he breathed. I let out a faint moan in agreement.

"Harder, Ian" I breathed in his ear. Nothing happened. "Ian. Harder." I commanded again. He pulled himself in and out of me a few times and led his left hand down to the right side of my body, so both his hands held my hips, before he did as I commanded.

I struggled even harder not to moan now that he kept taking me harder and harder.

After a short while it got more difficult for him not to moan, too.

I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I started to make noises, but Ian's left hand flew up to my mouth to stop the noises from getting too loud, as we started the last mile.

Ian started shaking beneath me, in the same moment I felt a wave of excitement and pleasure. He came a split second after me, and emptied himself inside of me.

We didn't let go of each other even though we were done. I finally let go of my legs, and set them down at the bottom of the bath, but kept my arms around him as he kept his around mine.

Ian sighed and loosened his grip a little after a couple of minutes holding each other.

"What?" I asked him.

"Mmmmh… I just love you, that's all. Probably more than what's healthy" he whispered in my ear.

I blushed, but he didn't notice that, of course.

"No. I love that you love me so much. And I love you too, Ian" I told him.

I felt that he smiled, and then his lips met mine firmly. His lips started to trace down my neck and to my collar bone, continuing down between my breasts, down my stomach as Ian took a deep breath before I felt his head diving under the surface.