New York tale (Ian Eastwood fanfic)

Chapter 17- Feelings are real

Chapter 17-

-Chelsea's P.O.V-

Brian had taken Ian and I to their home, Samantha and Justin had headed home, knowing that the only thing we really needed now was some food and to settle back in.

Ian and I were able to head home early since our injuries consisted of some cuts and bruises which will heal over time. I did feel lucky enough to only have suffered a broken arm. I was relieved Ian was okay and wouldn't have to stop dancing.

Every time I closed my eyes I just see two head lights coming towards me. The image wouldn't go away.

"Are you sure you guys want me to stay? I mean I can do just fine at home..." I asked, I didn't want to be a burden for Brian or Ian. Ian took hold of my waist as we walked together.

"Yes of course, it's fine. You're just as hurt as I am, its fine, we can just chill. I'll take a couple of days off..Brian can cover my classes. For tomorrow and Tuesday. It'll be fine." He kissed the side of my head as he took me to his bed room.

Brian came in, "You guys okay? need anything?". I thought for a moment and felt my stomach rumble. I hadn't eaten since last night, I think.

"Actually, I'm kinda hungry, got any food?". Brian put on a playful smile, "I'm about to order some Chinese food, whatchu want girl?" Brian always made me laugh, "Shrimp lo mein sounds delicious right now", Brian nodded and turned to Ian who sat next to me, arm still around my waist.

"What about you?", he pointed at Ian, "uhm I'll just have what ever you guys have". Brian took out his phone, "alright, gotchu", he walked away and closed the door.

Ian laid back on the bed, bringing me down with him. "Ow.." we both winced as our backs met the bed, we laughed as Ian turned his body towards me. I did the same, so we were now both facing each other.

He brought his hand up and rested it on my cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb. I had butterflies just being with him, although I wish the circumstances were different. His eyes were filled with lust and sorrow.

"I'm sorry.." he said softly. I frowned, "for what? you did nothing wrong". This wasn't his fault, he had right of way. I leaned forward to give him a kiss.

We finally pulled away after a bit. "I love you Chels, you know that right?". He finally said. "I love you too, we're gonna be okay." I so badly wanted to wrap both of my arms around him.

I decided to sit up, bringing my legs over the bed and stood up. Ian rushed to my side. "Where you going?". I looked up at him. "To the bathroom, I need to shower."

He smirked, 'well so do I...Can I join you?" I giggled at his seductive remark and waved my hand dismissively. "ugh, if you must". He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bathroom.

-Ian's P.O.V-

In the bathroom, I helped Chelsea remove her old clothes, what hurt me the most was seeing how many more marks she had on her body.

As a dancer, I was lucky that I only had some bruises and scratches, nothing that would stop me from dancing.

I took her hand and lead her into the shower, her naked body now revealed, beautiful through anything and everything, I took her left hand and planted small kisses up her arm to her neck, sucking gently enough to make her feel good.

I kissed up to her lips, taking them in mine. Her back on the wall, our hands laced together as I held it up at the side of her head. The hot water and steam surrounded us.

My other hand wrapped around her waist as out tongues fought. I pulled away enough to kiss down her shoulder. I looked at her as she bit her lip.

"I think we should shower", her breath was a little un-even. she took a wash cloth and I took the soap, pouring some into the cloth. I took it from her hand, making a lather of the soap, "you first", she hesitated, she looked nervous.