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Honeymoon's Peace	By : saecollies2 Category: +1 through F > Fairly OddParents Views: 5982 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Honeymoon's Peace
- 2-Morning’s Afterglow
- 1
- 2
Oh My Gosh! I’m back with a chapter 2!

Ya know…I thought Honeymoon’s Peace was going to be a one shot deal. Guess I was wrong, huh? I was just in the mood to keep it going. Some of that was in part because of the lovely reviews given to it. That and my wonderfully insistent need for happy endings wouldn’t let me rest until I’d finished it!

I’m going to take a moment to thank the fabulous reviewers who helped make this part 2 possible…

FOP Chick, Barry I. Grauman, Anon, and especially Commander who not only was kind enough to beta read this for me, but also has marked this as recommended reading.

Thank you guys. This ones for you!
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No, I don’t own FOP or any reference to its varied characters mentioned herein, and unless the new episodes that follow ‘School’s Out’ begin showing the love again, I wouldn’t want to. So, for now, Butch Hartman can keep his name tacked on…even if it is for nothing more than the royalties at this point.
Oh…and I don’t own The Big Comfy Couch either. That belongs to some broadcasting company in Tennessee I think. :)
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Honeymoon’s Peace - Part II

Morning’s Afterglow

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My god. I can’t believe we made it to this. Its still too, too…too unbelievable!

Me.

Cosmo.

Married.

He’s not awake yet as I write this on the complimentary hotel stationary. Its still a little early.

I can see him from where I sit at this table though and I can‘t help but stare. His green hair is a frightful yet adorably tumbled mess (I can‘t help but wonder how much of that is actually because of my hands), his mouth is open slightly as he breaths so steadily in a deep and peaceful state, his right arm is thrown up and under that dark red pillow behind his head, his left arm is resting across his uncovered chest and the sheet is pulled down just far enough that I can see his flat stomach. I can’t help but feel a little cheated though wishing I could see just a little more. Just another inch or so down…

He’s not a big fairy, not the physically strongest fairy around, and he certainly isn’t always the most gracious of movers even under normal circumstances, but he looks absolutely like the most beautiful thing in the universe to me.

I still can’t believe it.

What we did last night.

I’m not entirely sure what exactly I was expecting. Certainly nothing more than what my girlfriends have told me about their first times. Certainly no less than what the generic health books told us about it in sex ed in school. What Cosmo gave me though…it was like visiting Heaven and he was my guide. He’s a permanent card carrying member with a free pass to bliss.

I don’t think anyone can imagine what it was like. I don’t mean just the way he made love which even by itself was just unimaginably breathtaking, but the way he was throughout it… I feel like my chest is going to explode trying to keep the joy in as I remember it all.

The way he touched me, the way he kissed me, the way he breathed my name over and over again…I’ve never felt anything like it.

I’ve had a couple of guys in the past caress my hand or arm…I’ve had a few kiss me before too…I certainly have heard my name called in a billion nice (and a few not so nice) ways…but when Cosmo did those things, it was like I lost all thought. I didn’t have a rational concept in my head the rest of that night once he gave me that kiss on his lap.

We’d kissed before that of course. But they were quiet, gentle, proper kisses. Dating kisses. Sweet kisses a guy ‘steals’ in a girl’s ‘perceived’ moment of weakness. He doesn’t need to know I really gave him those kisses and let him think he was a pulling one over on me. Good girls don’t just shoot their guys down with that kind of information.

The kiss while I sat on his lap though, was completely different. He gave it AND took it all in one shot.

Does that make any sense? I’m still not sure I can grasp the concept myself. He gave me a kiss that was everything inside of him, something from his heart and soul. He took a kiss from me that was fiery and intense, passionate and something I’d never considered to have ever possibly been within me. When he pulled me into it, I couldn’t help but follow and fall in to it. He was leading me just then and I had no choice. I didn’t want one! And if anyone had offered me one I would have told them to go straight to hell.

No other fairy I’ve ever allowed to kiss me ever made me feel that way. Not one. Not even Wandissimo could ever come close. But then again, none of them gave me their soul.

From the moment he gave me that, everything else just followed like it was the natural order of the universe. It was like something beyond question but still a mystery. The mystery to me though was how effortlessly it all seemed to come from him.

It just doesn’t seem possible that someone so normally left footed and unable, could find his way to this so easily. It truly boggles my mind.

Maybe though, that’s the key. The mind. Maybe the difference is that when he has to think about it or concentrate on it, he becomes confused…he falters and trips…even if unknowingly. When it comes without thought, when it just happens, like instinct, he’s more graceful then it might first seem he has a right to be. Its much like when he jokes around…or dances. It just happens.

When he jokes or dances, its just so natural its like his mind and body are free…he just seems to relax in a way he doesn’t otherwise have the ability to. Its like a hidden spring of grace erupts from him in those moments of pure freedom. For him, it’s inborn.

Maybe, it’s the same with making love. It just comes naturally. To him, it could be like its own dance, sensuous and erotic, but with it, Cosmo is like a seasoned and cultured artist.

There was only one time when he hesitated. Only one time when he seemed unsure. It was right before he took me for his and I know it was my fault.

I admit that I was nervous. As much as I wanted him, I was still a little scared. This was my first time and I knew it was going to hurt at least a little. What I was nervous about was how much. The girls I had spoken to who had experienced it already, gave such varied opinions and details, there was nothing to be sure of except that there would be some amount of pain.

He must have seen it on my face. Maybe I flinched or stiffened up…I don’t remember. But when he stopped and looked at me before going further, I just couldn’t believe it.

“Wanda, I don’t want to hurt you,” he said to me.

Could that moment have been any more perfect and beautiful?

It bothered him so much to think he would have to. He was so upset by it. If he had been any more distressed, I honestly think he might not have been able to go any further. To hurt me, unintentionally or not, seemed unthinkable to him.

What can you say about a fairy like that? Overly sensitive and dramatic as he can be sometimes, you just cannot fault a guy for being so easily hurt just by the idea of causing a girl pain.

In the end though, he did make me his just as I’d asked.

I felt the sting of it when he broke through into me then, but I have to admit it was more the sharp surprise of it that caused me to cry out rather then the actual pain itself. After spending nearly two months in a full body cast, not being able to scratch an itch on my noise was more horrible than that little bit of discomfort.

It didn’t matter to him though. He’d still cried over it all the same.

Surprise does not even begin to describe how I felt when I opened my eyes to look at him, and I saw those tears on his cheeks. I’d already felt long ago that he was the right choice. My heart and soul were both sure. But with just that one gesture, I knew for a fact in my mind that there is no questioning it ever. He is it for me. I honestly believe that there will never be another for as long as I live.

I’m going to have to find a way to make it up to him. I’m going to find a way to apologize for putting him in that position. Goodness, he really didn’t want to hurt me! I hope he can forgive me for making him do that. Will he ever, I wonder?

You should have seen the look on his face afterward though when I told him I was ready to keep going. He was in total shock. He must have been half expecting me to throw him out for what he’d done. But he did recover and he did go on and I am all his for eternity.

I’m not sure I can find the words to explain what that had been like really. I mean, the physical feelings maybe. But when it was coupled with the emotional tidal waves flooding me? I just don’t know.

I can say that he was so incredibly gentle and slow at first. It seemed like he didn’t just want me. He wanted to know me. It was like he didn’t want to miss a single breath, or sound or touch. It was like he wanted to know every little thing I did and wanted me to know every little thing he did.

I didn’t say anything to him last night, but there was this point too where I could have sworn I was feeling exactly what he was. Perhaps not quite totally in the physical sense, but emotionally…there was something happening between us as we continued. I kept getting this…idea, this…sense of a joy besides my own. It was like he was sharing how he was feeling over what we were doing and if I had to put words on it, the closest I can come up with is pure emotional ecstasy. It didn’t seem that it was just because he was making love to me though. It was more the thought that it was because it was me he was making love to. The greater joy was in who he was sharing the moment with, not the moment itself.

Who am I to deserve such thought and feeling from another? I’m just another fairy. A silly little fairy who still doesn’t know what she really is. To think I could actually mean so much to someone else…

I can only now in the after hours look back on it and feel humbled by that. I couldn’t then simply because I was too caught by what he was doing to me to rationalize it so consciously. My brain was already on autopilot by that point and I had no room for anything analytical just then. It was too filled with trying to keep up with every new feeling, urge, and sensation that passed through it so quickly! And it only grew the further we went.

I felt like I was on fire from head to toe. I felt like I was alive and breathing for the very first time in my life. I felt like I was finally whole. I was complete in all ways possible. I was flying and I didn’t need wings and time had no meaning.

When we were done, he was so exhausted. My poor Cosmo! I was tired too, but he’d been the one working with everything he had to take us to that world of pure emotion and sensation. I feel so guilty about it. Like I was just participating by going along with him...letting him carry us both. Am I really worthy of any of it?

It was incredible, it was magnificent, but now I find that I want to do something for him…with him. I want to make him feel the way he made me feel. I wonder if he would mind if I led?

My cheeks have just turned ten shades of red thinking that. They probably match the color of the bed sheets now. But I’ve never even considered such an idea before. I mean, isn’t that the guys role? Wasn’t it his job to make the nights? Isn’t that the way this has been stereotyped? Guys have their role, girls have theirs?

But, is that fair? Not for me, but for him?

I can accept my place if that’s the order of the universe. I mean, I’ve swallowed my pride and been the good little girl long enough to know how to do that. I’ve followed the rules of my father all my life well enough to know how to ‘just be a good girl’ by heart and I’m sure I can suck it up and do my part with the best of the wives out there if I have to. I’ve certainly watched my mother play the silent role of wife, mother and ornament long enough to have a very good idea of what the guys in my father’s world would expect of me.

But after being with Cosmo, that kind of life suddenly seems so…stilted, stale, cold even, and that was most definitely nothing like what I felt last night. Cosmo isn’t like any fairy from the world I know best. He’s so different. So unique. So special. I want to thank him for that. For coming into my life. For saving me when he did. For chasing away the sort of life Daddy wanted for me. A life with another fairy… Wandissimo may have been built like a god, but what was that to me? What good was being with someone like him if he would never truly get past himself enough to notice me with the same wild abandon that Cosmo does?

Heavens! Cosmo looks at me with those beautiful spring green eyes and its like I’m suddenly a queen and nothing else exists but me. Wandissimo looked at me and I never saw anything more than how good he thought he would look with me next to him. With Wandissimo it was all about him. With Cosmo its all about me.

Cosmo has given me a reason to smile. He makes me laugh. He makes me think and feel things I’ve never known before and he makes me happy and content. He takes more work sometimes than others might, but it doesn‘t mean a thing to me because with Cosmo, my dreams aren’t just that anymore. They suddenly have every chance of becoming a reality. How is it that someone who can at times be so detached from reality give my life a true sense of it?

I look back on my life, as short as it is right now…I think how far I’ve come, and I think that even with all I’ve learned since I first met Cosmo, I know that there’s so much more out there for us. We’re not like anyone else. We don’t have to follow their rules or their perceptions. Cosmo never has…so…why should I? If I feel the need to make him feel like a king, then why can’t I? I’m not living someone else’s idea of the perfect life. Cosmo and I are living our own.

I have a need to do something for him and every fiber of my being is pushing me to follow it. The flames of it are like some sweet drug I’ve become addicted to without the crash at the end when its over. It just keeps building and the more I think of it, the more exciting, the more right, the more natural it seems for me to do this.

I told Cosmo last night that I didn’t know what was going to happen in our future. I couldn’t promise him that it would be free of troubles or hardship. But I can promise him that I’ll be with him and care for him and make him feel as adored as he makes me feel. That’s what I want to do for him.

I love Cosmo.

And I just don’t want to wait any longer.

‘Wanda’

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Wanda put the pen down and looked over at the bed and the form of her husband upon it. In an instant, her chest constricted, her throat tightened and her eyes began to fill with tears of wonder.

Heavens above! He was so beautiful laying there! And he was her husband.

For the thousandth time since she’d woken up that morning, joy filled her at the thought of being with Cosmo and that possessive need to return what he had given her last night forced her to stand. She needed to do this now, before her sense of modesty took control once more and she fell back to the socially acceptable idea of letting the husband dictate when and where…or how.

Wanda folded the several sheets of paper she’d filled with her gentle flowing script and hid them in her makeup case before loosening the tight knot she had originally put on one of the hotel’s thoughtfully provided bathrobes. It was soft, luxuriously thick and she definitely didn’t want it to get in the way when it was time to trade its brushed terry cloth warmth for a different, far more fiery type of heat. She completely conceded though that she wouldn’t mind having a robe like this at home.

From the little table, she made her way to the balcony doors to look out at the falls for a moment and admire them in awe. They were absolutely stunning and she did look forward to getting out there to see them up close with Cosmo. But that was going to wait. There were other more important things to do just then and she had no intention of putting it off by settling on thoughts that would distract her from her plan.

She drew the blinds closed slowly, darkening the room by almost half having decided quite clearly in her mind that making love at night with the blinds open was one thing. Doing so in the day was completely different. They may have been five floors up, but who knew what visitor had come packing binoculars?

Nope. She didn’t want an audience for this. These moments were all hers. No way in hell she was going to share them with anyone let alone some peeping tom.

Wanda slipped carefully onto the bed and scooted close to her husband’s side where she watched him for a moment in silent fascination as that sense of perfection flittered across her mind once more and she smiled. She reached a hand over then and gently began to draw it aimlessly around his stomach.

Cosmo shifted slightly beneath the touch and Wanda grinned playfully. He was particularly ticklish on his stomach and she couldn’t help but wonder how long it would take her doing this before he finally woke up.

It turned out it was not a long wait. Another thirty seconds or so of it had him and his green eyes opened. Wanda stopped the touch as Cosmo blinked several times up at the ceiling before he turned his head towards her…and suddenly yelled out as he sat bolt upright in surprise.

“Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!”

“Well, that’s an interesting way to say good morning,” said Wanda teasingly as she continued to grin innocently before quickly glancing down to note that even after he’d jumped up, the sheet covering everything below his hips hadn’t shifted in the least.

Cosmo gained control quickly as he ran a hand through his mussed hair absently.

“S-sorry,” he apologized. “I wasn’t expecting you to be there.”

Wanda laughed as she lifted herself up onto her elbow to prop her head on her hand.

“Cosmo, just for future reference, you can expect to find me here for many mornings to come, so you might want to get used to it.”

Cosmo grinned.

“I think I like that idea.”

Wanda laughed again. His face was so open, so innocent, he truly meant what he said.

“So do I sweetie,” she agreed with a wink before she reached up and placed her free hand on his chest and with only a slight pressure, encouraged him to lay back down with a lazy flop. She then pulled herself up to lean her upper body on his chest and with chin resting on crossed arms, she regarded him thoughtfully.

Cosmo returned the gaze unwaveringly, his empty headed naïveté letting him keep his smile and Wanda couldn’t help but wonder over it. He really had no clue. He just couldn’t guess what she’d been thinking. Well, now it was time to let him in on it.

“You know what Cosmo?” she started.

Cosmo gave her a momentary confused look.

“What do I know?”

Wanda giggled.

“It’s a nonfigurative question, dear. You’re supposed to ask ‘What?’”

“Oh. Sooo, I have to ask a question to answer a question?”

“Bingo.”

“Okay, okay. I got it. Can we try again?”

Wanda smiled. At least he was always up for trying to get something right.

“Sure thing. Ready?”

“Ready.”

“You know what Cosmo?”

“Seven!”

Wanda looked at Cosmo in surprise before he suddenly grinned mischievously.

“Just kidding. What?”

Wanda put her head down as she shook it in amusement. She should have guessed. He was such a jokester.

When she was finally able to look back up at him, she found him still grinning madly, his green eyes shining brightly. She sighed. How could she ever be mad at someone so beautiful?

“Well, now that the whole lead up is shredded…”

Cosmo’s mood down shifted quickly.

“I’m sorry Wanda. I was just kidding.”

Uh oh. Not what she wanted from him. She needed to turn it around real quick.

“I know Cosmo. And it was funny,” she said.

His smile returned in less than a heartbeat and Wanda relaxed at the sight of it.

“What I was hoping to say at the beginning, however, was that I didn’t just like the idea of waking up next to you every morning. I wanted to say that I liked what we did last night too.”

Silence followed as Cosmo stared at Wanda in open surprise before a slight blush crept across his cheeks and he gave a lopsided half grin. He swallowed a little nervously.

“So did I,” he finally answered. Seriousness quickly took over though as he looked away. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Wanda gazed at him sympathetically as she gently turned his face back towards hers and then brushed several long locks of hair away from over his eyes. The offending unruly patches always seemed to be getting in the way of her clear view of his adorable face.

“I know Cosmo. And I’m sorry I had to ask you to. But there are some things that just are. Some things just have to be that way. It’s a part of this. You understand that, right?”

Cosmo sighed with a single nod of his head.

“I understand. I still wish it didn’t have to hurt you though. Even if it is only once.”

Wanda placed the palm of her hand on his cheek.

“You have no idea how wonderful that makes me feel knowing that you care that much. And I’ve been thinking that I’m going to need to find a way to apologize to you for making you do what you weren’t comfortable with.”

Cosmo shook his head vehemently.

“No you don’t. You didn’t make me do that. I still had a choice.”

Wanda looked at her husband curiously.

“Than why did you?”

Cosmo was again silent for a long moment as he looked deep into Wanda’s pink eyes.

“Because you asked me to. You wanted that and…and I couldn‘t ignore that. I can‘t not give you what you ask me for.”

Wanda smiled. He was no poet, but she understood clearly enough.

“Giving me anything I want is your choice.”

It was an overly simplified assessment, but that’s what Cosmo understood best. She could have gone into detail about the underlying reasons for his granting what ever she wanted as a form of devotion, loyalty, unconditional love, support and surrender.

But he never would have been able to follow it. His sweet if vacuous nature, was just one of the many wonderful things she loved about him, even if it was what made him a little slow to see what was right in front of him.

Cosmo reached up to stroke her cheek with gentle fingertips and Wanda was reminded again of where she’d originally intended to take this.

She moved up until her face was even with his before leaning in to kiss him firmly on the lips. Cosmo quickly and eagerly joined in it, seeming not to notice when she slipped off of him a bit to allow her access to his chest. She placed her left hand on him and slowly began to draw it in lazy circles. The hand moved lower to caress his upper abdomen, then lower, and soon her fingers were brushing along the edge of the sheet.

Wanda silently steeled herself against her nervousness by kissing her husband with more force. She’d never touched any guy as she was planning to with him…never even imagined she would…and she hoped that as long as she kept her drive high, she would be able to do this without falling apart.

She wasn’t sure if she would be able to touch him correctly, she wasn’t sure if she would even like the feel of it and she certainly didn’t know whether he’d even like her doing this or not. She wanted to, but if she did this all wrong, what was he going to think of her?

Wanda took a mental breath and then slipped her hand beneath the covers to find him and carefully wrap her fingers around him.

Cosmo gave a choked gasp before pulling his lips from hers almost roughly to look at Wanda in wide eyed surprise. His expression was clear enough. She’d absolutely shocked him.

Wanda turned her eyes away from his as she silently berated herself. No. He didn’t want this. She’d gone to far. It was too much. She shouldn’t have over stepped her boundaries. She should have played the safe route and let him initiate their second moment of intimacy. She should have let her husband lead again.

With a muffled sigh, she began to let go and pull away, but a second later she felt the touch of his fingers on her wrist, holding her hand gently where it was.

Wanda looked quickly at Cosmo in astonishment who, with wide eyes still, twitched one corner of his mouth up into a pleased smile. A moment passed as they regarded one another before Wanda felt the same odd little connection as the night before, and a briefly flitting sense of excitement filtered into her.

There it was again.

Not her feelings…his feelings.

He was happy about this…about her bold advances. He’d been surprised yes, but it was far from being an unpleasant idea. In fact, he wanted her to go on.

Cosmo settled her fingers to grip him loosely, and after several moments of silent instruction he let go of her hand and continued to gaze at Wanda. She smiled in understanding before beginning her gentle stroking of him and Cosmo settled back to relax completely on the bed, his eyes quickly taking on a blissful, dreamy appearance before closing slowly.

Wanda marveled at the feel of his hardening maleness. Heated and velvety smooth, it seemed to throb beneath her tender touches as it grew and she looked at his face in fascination as his body started to tremble slightly. His eyes were now clamped shut, his eyebrows knitted tightly, his face almost tense, he looked as though he was lost in the sweetest moment of a torture he never wanted to end, and Wanda soon found that as she watched, she felt the peculiar sensation of his emotion pushing at her mind again.

With an intentional conscious effort she reached out for it, and a moment later, the hues of his emotions; the sense of his pleasure, his contentedness, his happiness, his building desire and ecstasy, his love, flowed into her mind, filling her mentally as completely as he had filled her physically the night before. And Wanda reveled in it.

What a joy and thrill it was for her to think that she was actually doing this for him. She was the one actually making him feel everything he was at that very moment. She was the one giving him this pleasure. She was the only one that ever would. And the happiness she felt at that thought was immeasurable.

But this was not the only thing that she’d wanted to do for him.

A slightly disappointed curiosity from Cosmo filled her when she stopped her caresses after several minutes, but it was quickly replaced with surprise when she pushed the sheet down to reveal him to her fully. Wanda turned to look up at Cosmo with a satisfied smile and he blushed brightly. No one had ever seen him like this and even though she was now his wife and thus taken into his confidence to view all that he was, his own innocent sense of modesty could not help but make him feel a little shy over her delighted expression. It was a confusing moment for him.

Though he was nervous over her viewing him so openly, he was pleased at the same time that she would smile and seem so happy at his appearance. It was a notion he’d never entertained before. He’d never even considered what she would think after seeing him so clearly. They may have been introduced to each other’s bodies the night before, but it had been far dimmer than now and their vision had been aided by only the glowing after effects of the waterfall’s lights. He had seen her, but it was with the ethereal air of a dimly lit dream. Now with the light of day, she could see every subtle detail of him, and it was a some what bewildering idea.

As Wanda continued to smile, it turned gentle and kind as she felt his unsure moment. She didn’t want him to be nervous. But wasn’t sure herself what she could do to ease him.

Until she thought back to when she had reached out to openly sense his feelings.

Perhaps if she could consciously bring those emotions in, she could consciously send them out. But would he get them? Would he even be able to sense hers and if he could, would he reach for them too as she had? Or would it be hit or miss? Was everything she had felt up to this point just by chance? Did Cosmo even know that he was sending out his emotions?

There was only one thing left to do about it.

Try.

Wanda thought about her love for him, letting it fill her. Mixed with it, there was her confidence and eagerness to do something more. Assurance for her need to make him feel as she had the night before was added and she relaxed everything she could for peace as she began to imagine her thoughts moving away to him. After long seconds of no apparent response, she had to wonder if perhaps she was doing something wrong, or perhaps it was nothing controllable. Maybe he couldn’t sense her the way she had sensed him.

A moment later however, Cosmo seemed to give an inquisitive look as he turned his head slightly, much like a dog having heard a new sound it could not yet identify and yet could not ignore. He blinked at Wanda, and then…smiled in wonder. He reached a hand over to cup her cheek softly and Wanda felt a sense of appreciation for her comfort filter into her and she felt elated at it.

He had understood. He had felt it too and what was more was that he had tried to consciously send a signal back to her.

“Wanda?” he asked softly. “What is that?”

Wanda shook her head slowly.

“I’m not sure.”

“I…felt it last night too. Did you?”

“Yes,” she answered with a nod. “What does it feel like to you?”

Cosmo thought for a moment.

“Like…sharing. Sharing what we’re feeling.”

Suddenly, understanding lit his green eyes.

“You were trying to make me feel better.”

Wanda nodded again.

Cosmo seemed to concentrate on her face steadily before he continued, “And now…now you’re happy…because I did something right. Right?”

“I’m happy because you can feel it too, because I could send it to you and you did get it.”

“I tried to answer you…” said Cosmo quietly.

Wanda smiled.

“I know.”

Again there was a moment of silence. Then Cosmo said, “But there’s something else. You’re nervous too. Like…like last night.”

Suddenly Cosmo’s face went into worry.

“Wanda! I don’t have to hurt you again, do I?” he asked as panic started to take him over. “You said it was only the first time! I…I can’t do that again…I just can‘t…”

“No, Cosmo. No. It’s not that,” said Wanda quickly as she tried to soothe his anxiety. “Its something else. You don‘t have to hurt me. I promise.”

Doubt seemed to fill him and with her mind still open to his every emotion, it blared into her head as if she were sitting right in front of concert speakers.

“Then what? Why are you nervous again?”

“I…”

Wanda bit her lip as she tossed it up in her thoughts. Should she tell him? She wasn’t sure, but if she spent too much longer questioning it she wasn’t going to be able to do anything at all.

“Cosmo, I…I am a little nervous. But its not because of any pain that I might feel. I’m just …its…I was thinking of doing something for you, but I was nervous about whether it was okay or not.”

Cosmo was silent for a long minute as he looked at her before his curiosity bloomed in her head.

“What is it?”

“Well… Its just…I wanted a chance…to make you feel as good as you made me feel last night.”

“Why would you be nervous over that?”

“Because…I was raised a certain way…and taught that it was the wife’s place to let a husband call all the shots…in everything.”

Cosmo gave an incredulous look.

“Well that’s kinda stupid…and believe me, when it comes to stupid I should know.”

“Cosmo, you’re not stupid.”

He gave her an honest and admitting gaze.

“I’m not smart either.”

Wanda gave him a firm stare back as she clasped a hand over his.

“Cosmo…you’re smart in your own way because you’re who you want to be and you’re unique. You don‘t let anyone dictate to you how you should live your life.”

Cosmo suddenly grinned at Wanda

“Who says you can’t be like that too?”

Stunned, Wanda blinked as she thought back on what she had just said. He had actually implied her own words to him as a model for herself.

She smiled.

It was moments like this that made her sure there was a genius hiding in there somewhere.

Yes, he was absolutely right.

And honestly, wasn’t that exactly what she was doing when she had accepted his proposal and married him? Living her own life? Following her own dreams? Finally allowed to be who she wanted to be?

Wanda quickly leaned up onto him to put her arms around his neck and hug him tightly before giving him a hard kiss.

“Thank you, Cosmo.”

Confusion ran across his face and mind.

“For what?”

“For being so smart.”

She felt his pride at that and she smiled happily.

“You’re still nervous though,” Cosmo suddenly said with a sly smirk.

Wanda gave him one back.

“Well yes. I’m talking about leading in a way no other wife in my family ever has.”

His innocence to everything being implied suddenly waved before her like a gigantic flag once again.

“I’d follow you anywhere, Wanda.”

He’d meant that in a way far more serious than she’d intended to suggest, and while it humbled her to think he really would tag along behind her where ever life took them, it wasn’t what she truly wanted. She’d only meant in this moment. She didn’t want a second in command. She didn’t want a follower.

“Cosmo, I don’t want you behind me. I want you next to me. I want to be next to you. We’re partners in life…two equal halves of a whole.”

“A whole what?”

“A couple, a team…where neither is greater than the other. I just meant that I wanted to do something different from what the other wives in my family ever would.”

“Oh. Well, then if that’s what you want, you should do that…even though I still don’t know what it is your talking about doing that’s different.”

Wanda laughed softly.

“I guess I should just show you then,” she said with eyes sparkling.

Cosmo just looked at her. He still had no clue.

Wanda moved slowly, sliding over to kneel astride his waist on her hands and knees before she leaned forward with a hungry kiss. The kiss was brief though and Cosmo had barely a chance to enjoy the touch of her lips before she pulled away.

His questioning curiosity at her moves made Wanda smile almost impishly and holding it off no further, she pulled herself to sit up on him as she took hold of the robe’s sash and undid the loose knot. She then pulled the sides of it off her shoulders and let it slide down and off, revealing herself to Cosmo completely.

His immediate surprise slammed through her mind as his eyes went wide at the sight of her. He’d been so unnerved by his earlier thoughts on Wanda being able to see him so fully by the light of morning, that he’d forgotten it could go both ways.

Intense desire replaced his surprise and Wanda smiled. As silly and empty headed as he could be, he was still all male and the fact that he would feel that way for her was immeasurably encouraging to say the least.

Wanda raised herself up on to her knees and after carefully guiding his waiting readiness to her, she settled herself just onto the tip of him. She saw Cosmo’s breath catch in his throat at the feel of her warmth holding him in place, and his green eyes seemed to dance as a flash of anticipatory excitement from him coursed through her mind.

It was all the assurance she needed.

Moving her hands to his ribs to keep herself steady, Wanda began to bring herself down to cover him slowly. She moved carefully, little by little, adjusting every so often as she went, for though the pain of virginity had already been given, she was still sore from it and wanted to be sure she did nothing that would cause enough discomfort that Cosmo would feel it through this new emotional bond of theirs and begin panicking anew. She didn’t want to do anything that would make him question his trust and belief in her word.

Slowly he filled her and immense surprise was hers when she discovered that with her mind somewhat more organized and present than the previous night, she could feel the heat of him joining hers, combining to create a brighter blaze that burned from the inside out, reaching to engulf her with fiery intent.

Wanda allowed it to course though her every nerve…to every part of her body…and feeling as if it was aspiring to possess her, she felt it call to her, almost beg her, to throw herself into it… To move on… To do it again, and again, and again…

Following the fire’s urging to revel in the sensation of fulfillment, she slowly pulled up from him until he was nearly removed, before bringing herself down onto him again unhurriedly. This second time brought fewer twinges of discomfort to her and while a part of her was pleased by it and wanted to move so much faster, experience so much more of this, she also wanted to do this as well as she could for him.

So, she continued carefully, almost cautiously, pink eyes locked with green as she found herself focused on not only Cosmo‘s emotional hues, but the sensations she herself felt that were all created by her actions.

How different this was! To be able to feel every little shift and change of movement, to be able to tell exactly how far with in her he was, to feel so much more clearly as his thickness stroked her inner walls, to be so in control of the tempo and the manner in which this was being done…

She felt his every physical twitch and sensed his every emotional shift every time he moved to some slightly higher plane of joy. And it happened all the more after she increased the speed with which she sank down onto him.

Cosmo could keep his eyes open no longer. Her body repeatedly gripping him within her, he shuddered at the rapturous feel of her enveloping him with greater speed as his hands settled onto her slim and usually well hidden waist.

The barrage of feelings in his mind, the sensations battering his body, they were like tidal waves crashing against his very soul. He felt her wonderment at his reactions to her movement. He felt her exhilaration intensify every time she pushed him to a higher plateau of pleasure. He felt her joy at being able to be the only one to do this for him. Yes, the physical feelings she inundated him with were certainly incredible. He was sure no male could deny that. But the emotional sensations…hers coupled along with his… They were nothing less than breathtaking! He felt as if he would explode from the sheer absolute ecstasy of it even as his mind begged for still more.

How could anyone survive such delirious torture?

Cosmo forced his eyes to open and looked at his wife in love and complete adoration. Her head angled back, her lips slightly parted, her hands clasped onto the sides of his ribs, her body moving with liquid grace above and around him… The vision she made in his eyes was every bit perfection personified and he would have given anything to be able to watch her in this moment forever.

So enamored by her amazement for the moment was he, that he didn’t catch the little hinting voice that quietly uttered to his subconscious, “She’s holding herself back.”

It was a voice that would have been right.

But Cosmo didn’t need to know.

She didn’t want him to.

Wanda had not gone into this quite as freely as she had the night before. Not for a second had her pleasure been the goal on this morning after. Of course it all was most certainly an absolutely incredible experience, and she was very much enjoying this in just about everyway possible. But never for a moment had her own ending release been even considered. This was not about her. It was all for him. Cosmo.

And that was exactly as she’d wanted it.

Cosmo had given her gifts yesterday that she never would have thought she would in her lifetime know. Perfect joy, adoring love, total trust, absolute faith, fulfillment in mind body heart and soul… And all she could think to do was repay him for it.

Cosmo was shifting now beneath her, pushing up against her every downward movement, his breath coming in short gasps as the moment was coming closer. In her head there was an instinctive urging for her to go faster and feeling his mounting need, she accommodated him, swiftly plunging down on him now with firm intent.

His hands tightened on her waist and as his body tensed beneath her, a moan escaped him at her faster pace. He was almost there. So close, she could nearly hear the silent plea he made in his head for her to take him into heavenly bliss… Bliss only she could bring…

Cosmo suddenly arched his back against her and his body tensed from head to toe as he finally reached out to fall over the edge.

“W-Wanda!” he sobbed, overwhelmed by it all as he held her to him tightly.

Too taken with him releasing deep within her, Wanda felt her heart fly in delighted wonder at the sensations which she had not been able to feel with such clarity the night before when she’d been lost in her own release.

The way he pressed into her as he gave himself… The twitch of him as his member passed on its precious life creating fluid… The absolute ecstasy he felt in his heart and soul for her doing this for him…

And the high she felt at what she had managed to cause him was in its own unique way as wonderful as her own release the night before. Exhausting though it was, she could definitely see herself doing this very often in the years to come.

Cosmo slumped down as the physical pleasure passed and he was left to lay in emotional awe of what had just taken place.

He swallowed slowly as he looked at Wanda in half-open eyed wonder, taking in her tired and yet radiant frame as she took several deep exhausted breaths.

“Wanda…” was all he was able to mutter for a long moment as he continued to stare up at her.

“I didn’t think… I…I never knew…I mean…well, wow.”

Wanda was quite pleased to see him at such a loss for word after this.

Her husband gave a lopsided grin.

“If…if that’s what its like for you to be different then the other girls in your family, then you can be as different as you want to be!”

Wanda smiled bashfully as she giggled.

Cosmo’s cheer slipped away for a moment though as he said, “But you didn’t…didn’t…um…”

He wasn’t quite sure how to put it. Wasn’t sure what to call it, but after experiencing her strong finish with him last night, he’d been able to tell that she hadn’t done so this time.

Wanda gave a gentle smile.

“No. I didn’t.”

Cosmo’s eyes clouded suddenly in worry.

“Did…did I do something…something wrong?” he asked hesitantly.

“Of course not,” came her gentle answer.

“Then, how come you didn’t…uh…”

“Because I wasn’t doing this for me. I did it for you.”

“But that’s not fair. You should be able to enjoy it too.”

“I did Sweetie. Did you?”

Cosmo blushed with a grin.

“Of…of course!”

“Good. Well, I enjoyed making you feel what you did. I really wanted to you to know how special you are for the way you made me feel last night.”

Cosmo could only look at her in confused surprise.

“Oh.”

Suddenly he reached up and pulled her down to his chest to hug her tightly to him.

“Thank you,” he whispered softly.

Wanda smiled again.

“Anytime sweetheart.”

Cosmo’s eyes went wide at that as a grin passed across his face and he loosened his grip on her enough to look at his wife.

“Really? Anytime?” he asked with heavy amusement and pleased wonder.

Wanda gave him a disbelieving look before she gave a red faced grimace and playfully pushed his face to look away.

“Silly,” she muttered trying hard not smile but failing miserably.

“What?” he questioned mischievously. “I’m just double checking.”

Wanda rolled her eyes.

“Within reason dear.”

“Awwww,” Cosmo said with feigned disappointment.

Wanda laughed.

“Oh Cosmo.”

Cosmo looked at her playfully.

“I still don’t think its fair that you did all that for me and you didn’t get everything you could out of it.”

“Ah well. Too late now,” said Wanda lightly, having taken note of his humor.

Cosmo grinned.

“Oh yeah?”

He suddenly tightened his arms around her before rolling the two of them over so that he was now on top and Wanda gave a surprised squeal at the move. His eyes shining brightly, his grin firmly affixed to his plotting face, Cosmo gazed down at her.

“Your turn,” he said.

Wanda looked at him in surprise.

“But Cosmo, you just…”

Not another syllable was spoken, nor would any more come for some time, as Cosmo silenced her with his lips.

What were words, after all, when there were so many other ways to show her how much he loved her?

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A/N - Yes, it was a little different from the previous chapter in some ways. Between chapter 1 and my regular and enjoyable chat time with another wonderful FOP writer, I got to thinking on how the old school values and societal expectations supposedly designated for specific genders and partners can seem a little stale and overly dated in the type of world we live in today.

Wanda, in School’s Out, sings of how Cosmo saves her during a period of being lost. It makes me think that maybe Wanda was not always the independent, self assured, spitfire we see her as in FOP. I thought it might be nice to consider her as a far younger girl, perhaps even a little confused, seeking a life outside what others around her thought she should have. It struck me then that if that was the case, then there would have to be a start to her growth as the mature and fiery individual she finishes out to be. Her kiss on Cosmo at the alter was a neat little indicator that she was ready to think ahead, but I thought I could expand upon that and have her challenge the views with which the ladies of her family could possibly have been raised.

“…he alone had awakened the unfathomable fire within her, and he alone was its control…”

Cosmo maybe an idiot on occasion, among other things, but I really think that he just brings something out in her that no one else can. His naive sweetness is an endearing quality that makes some us love him without question for, or in spite of, his occasional stupidity. I quite truthfully don’t think its entirely his fault for being that way. (Of course we could blame Butch Hartman as the creator, but I like to use my imagination and consider how a person like Cosmo might have been molded in the real world.) No matter anything else however, he is not like anyone else, and it is this that challenges Wanda to question the validity of someone else’s rules for a woman in a relationship.

His open enthusiasm encourages her to test out new ideas and thoughts and she not only grows, but flourishes under it.

At least that’s how I see it. You are of course, free to disagree.

Or agree.

As Watto said to Qui Gon, “It makes little difference to me.” I just loved writing this too much to care.

Okay last thing to say…and it’s a zinger…

I have a chapter three in the works.

“Eek!” you may all well be saying. I can understand that. You may also be asking “what more can they do without getting a little too explorative?”

Well, I can answer now that Chapter3 is different. 1 was of course more from Cosmo’s side. 2 was more Wanda’s. 3 is a combination of both and it delves into the newness of their marriage in a slightly different manner then the previous two with Cosmo’s general fears, Wanda’s questioning familial standings and their combined physical relations. Can’t tell you anymore than that though. Then this already incredibly long note would BE chapter 3.

Love you all peeps! Especially you reviewers!

Trixie21
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