The Happiest Place on Earth

Chapter 12

Hey readers! Sorry for the longer gap between updates, this semester is coming to a close and with that comes finals, aka hell on earth. I've been unspeakably busy with life and class and work and all that jazz. But, I wanted to thank you all for sticking with me and giving me such positive feedback on this story, it means the world to me :) This chapter has a teensy bit of nsfw material, but in comparison to the last two chapters, I'd say it's pretty tame. Without further ado, please enjoy the next installment of THPoE!

It's been one week since I experienced Cosima in the, ehm, physical sense… I had thought that after such a- hmm, life altering event? Well, I thought that I would feel different, somehow. But, I don't. If anything, I feel more comfortable in my skin than I ever had before; I wasn't experiencing any grand existential identity crises, I didn't look any different, I just felt… lighter.

However, that's not to say that nothing changed. I smile more, I've gotten better at using makeup thanks to the recent need to cover up the largest hickey I have ever seen, and I get distracted shockingly easily with flashbacks to my time spent in Cosima's bed. Also in the past week, I've started attending university, once again immersing myself in researching my thesis. I was positively delighted to discover, midway through my first day, that my schedule overlapped a number of times with Cosima's, my favorite overlap being our synchronized lunch breaks.

That first day, I had just managed to navigate my way through the unfamiliar campus to one of the cafes, when I heard a familiar voice that drew my eyes to the line before the cash register. Sure enough, I was met with a familiar head of dreadlocks and, after letting my eyes trail lasciviously down her back, a very familiar ass, all of which belonged to none other than my girlfriend.

(Because our relationship is still in its early phase, I felt that asking Cosima what her schedule looked like would be too intrusive, so I instead left our meetings at university up to chance. I quickly learned that I had been very lucky in that regard, because not only did we have the same lunch breaks three out of four days a week, two of those four days also included sharing a lab space.)

When I confirmed that Cosima, indeed, was stood in the same cafe as me waiting for her order, I happily trotted up behind her, bypassing the three other customers waiting on line ahead of me, and wrapped my arms around her waist.

"Bonjour, ma cherie…"

She stiffened slightly for a split second, before immediately relaxing into my touch and inadvertently putting my fear of public rejection to rest. Much to my surprise and elation, she wrapped her own arms around mine and tilted her head back, placing a chaste kiss against my lips.

"Mmm, hey…" She crooned into my neck, "This is a pleasant surprise, babe."

"oui, vraiment-"

"Cosima!" An unfamiliar voice interrupted me, and Cosima quickly spun around to retrieve her order, coffee and a sandwich.

Grabbing her lunch, Cosima led me to a small table in the corner of the cafe, placing her food down and gesturing for me to join her.

I kissed her on the lips, this time a bit less chaste than our previous one, before walking lightly up to the now line-free register.

"bien, donnez-moi un seconde," Cosima nodded at me to signal that she understood what I was getting at, and I quickly ordered my own lunch. A minute later, I was grabbing it from the angry looking barista and joining Cosima at the table.

Our lunch dates quickly and naturally fell into a blissful routine. I would meet Cosima at the cafe on campus, where she would be waiting at the same table with two sandwiches and two coffees, which we would quickly consume. Then, we would walk hand in hand to the nearby performing arts building, which was always empty at that time of day, find the one bathroom with a locking door, and proceed to kiss like teenagers for the remainder of our breaks.

Back in France, I was never so… how you say, horny? needy? blatant and uninhibited about my desires? I am not sure… but whatever the word for my newfound sexual bravado may be, all I can say is that it has erased any and all qualms that I used to have against public displays of affection, and that I am now much more inventive when it comes to sating the need to feel Cosima in less than ideal circumstances.

With Marc, I felt uncomfortable at the slightest gestures of intimacy… if he was lucky I would allow him to peck me on the lips when parting ways in public. Looking back at that relationship, I never thought that my apprehension was odd, that the sex was lackluster at best, or that it was biologically possible to feel the desire I now feel towards Cosima. I used to think sex was a chore; an hour long routine to be scheduled in every week. It was rote— go to Marc's flat, undress, endure his fumbling attempts at foreplay, wish I was anywhere else when he would politely request that I perform oral sex on him, and then spend half an hour jerking back and forth, making the appropriate noises when it seemed fit, and, in the rare occasion that I was wet enough for the penetration to be pleasurable, manage to rub my clit until I found a weak release.

Did I love him? I thought I did at the time… only now I am realizing that I had mistook tolerance for love.

With Cosima, it is different. There are the obvious differences, that she is a woman, that I actively pursued her rather than let myself be chased until I was too weary to keep running, that being near her sets me on fire in the most profound ways… I cannot yet say if what I feel towards Cosima is love, my brain reasons that it is all too soon, but I know deep down that it can be- that it will be.

If it wasn't a budding love, then there is no way that Cosima could make my body feel how it does when she touches me. I've had good sex before, but with her… it's all too obvious that the connection is more than physical.

But I digress, Cosima is returning from the cafe's bathroom and I am pulled out of my thoughts. She makes eye contact with me and I feel my chest and cheeks flush lightly. Her gait back towards our table slows slightly, and I watch her brow furrow as she quickly reads the situation. In a flash, her walk speeds up and she gives me a cheeky grin.

Without a word, she pulls me up by the hand and begins to lead me out the door, leaving me scrambling to collect my belongings and shout a hurried 'have a nice day' at the barista.

As we walk, quicker that usual, to the empty building nearby, Cosima moves our bodies closer until she can whisper into my hear with just a slight angling of her head.

"I don't know what's got you so flushed, Cormier, but I think I can come to a pretty accurate conclusion and, because I find the way you just looked at me to be painfully fucking delicious, I would like to be so generous as to offer you a solution to your current predicament in addition to our standard after-lunch routine."

To be honest, my flustered brain could not appreciate the lyrical cheekiness of Cosima's statement, as soon as I processed her suggestion all rational thought abandoned me.

"Th-that would be quite generous of you indeed, ma cherie…"

I feel her hand grasp mine tighter for a moment, then she grins at me once more before opening the building door and ushering me inside.

We get to the bathroom in seconds, and as soon as the lock slides shut behind us she's on me.

In an instant, I am pushed into seating position on the thankfully dry countertop, Cosima stood between my thighs and unbuttoning my trousers, all the while not once breaking our kiss.

I hear my zipper slide down.

"Mmm- lift your hips for me, could you babe?"

I nod, transferring my weight onto my hands and allowing Cosima to tug the material down my hips until it is pooled around my ankles; she slips one foot free and uses the newfound mobility to spread my legs further apart. With another quick tug, I'm half sitting half leaning against the countertop, and Cosima is straddling my thigh as her hand dives into my embarrassingly wet panties. When she touches my clit, I arch slightly and stifle my cry in the side of her neck.

She wastes no time before plunging two fingers inside my cunt, immediately building to a steady pace as my hips buck forward in response. I angle my thigh up slightly, allowing Cosima to rock her own hips firmly against it while she fucks me. The hand that isn't buried inside of me grabs the underside of my thigh, pulling it up more so she can grind against me in time with the thrusts of her fingers.

With my face pressed into the crook of her neck and hers doing the same against me, my knuckles turn white from their grip on the countertop and I'm coming.

I cry out breathlessly with each final thrust inside me, feeling my muscles contract blissfully, and a moment later, I feel Cosima's thighs clench around the one of mine that she'd been riding, and her mouth opens against my collarbone in silent release as she jerks forward one, two, three times.

Catching my breath and leaning towards Cosima's ear, I whisper, "This is definitely my new favorite bathroom…"

She laughs.

A week later, I find myself at work once again. Returning to the banal repetition is strange, I keep expecting for the world around me to change in response to my own personal change, that somehow, this multibillion dollar corporation known as Disney would be in any way affected by relationship with one Cosima Niehaus. Naturally, no such thing occurred… although Felix and Sarah did take every opportunity they could to tease and remind me. As I'm bringing the check to the last table of my shift, I spot a familiar face sitting among the benches that line the entryway of the restaurant. I blink rapidly, and when I go to look again my view is obstructed by a very large man in Mickey Mouse ears. Merde, I think, I must be losing it…

Half an hour later, I'm changed back into my street clothes and making my way out of the restaurant. Sure enough, I'm met with a grinning Cosima sat on the same bench that I'd thought I'd spotted her on earlier.

"Hello, ma cherie! What are you doing here?"

Cosima pops up and hugs me tightly, placing a lingering kiss on my cheek, close to the corner of my mouth. She winks when she pulls away, and I'm grateful for her foresight to keep things toned down when I notice that my boss is watching our interaction from the doorway.

"Just felt like visiting… c'mon, lets make Felix give us free beer!"

She tugs my waist in the direction of the United Kingdom pavilion, and we amble hand in hand until reaching our destination. No words are exchanged, the wide smile on my face indicating that I was more than content just walking along holding my girlfriend's hand. When we reach the beer stand in faux-England, I'm relieved to see a distinct lack of a line and my bored looking flatmate stood behind the counter twiddling his thumbs.

"Oi Oi, fancy seeing you two lezzers around!"

"Hello to you too, Fe!" Cosima greets him with a laugh, "I demand two free lagers for my lady and I, or I'll tell your higher-ups that you let me use your staff card to get into the park for free."

She grins slyly cocks her head to the side in challenge.

Felix gapes his mouth open, before quickly pulling two pints and handing them to us, glancing side to side as if he would be arrested on the spot.

"I must say, Cosima, I didn't think you were quite so devious! Here I am, doing you a favor, only to have it turned into blackmail! I knew there was a reason I liked you…"

The two share a knowing look before Felix ushers us to leave.

"Oh, and Delphine, close your mouth, darling, you're catching flies."

He winks once more and Cosima tugs me away from the stand and towards an open bench.

We sit down and I take a large gulp from my pint.

"You- you are very mischievous, Cosima…"

Cosima ducks her head towards her chest and giggles slightly, then quickly leans up and pecks me on the lips.

"Sorry babe, can't help myself sometimes… plus, have you seen the price of alcohol here?! It's highway robbery!"

I choose not to ask for a definition of that term, because I can pretty much assume that it means overpriced. I couldn't agree more.

"Plus," Cosima continued, "I'm like, hella broke right now, so free alcohol is the best kind of alcohol!"

I just continued to look at her, probably with a painfully sappy expression, and nodded my head in agreement. She grinned widely at me, then glanced around quickly before kissing me again. This time, her lips lingered against mine longer than they had just before. I grinned right back at her.

We settled back on the bench, her arm around my shoulders and one of mine slipping behind the curve of her back to grip her waist. Suddenly, I got an idea.

"You know, Cosima, Epcot pays fairly well, and uh- if you needed a job, Sarah, Felix, and I could put in a good word for you here,"

She opened her mouth to speak, but I quickly cut her off in immediate defense of my suggestion.

"And, ma cherie, you would not have to work in any of the country pavilions, you- you could do the science workshops at the invention center, or-"

Seeing Cosima's adoring grin made me stop my rant halfway through.

"That'd be wicked cool, babe! I love kids, you know, shit, I didn't even think about working here before you mentioned it…"

"Vraiment? I think you would do fantastically, Cosima…"

"Show me where to sign up, and we'll see if that's true!"

I pull her into another kiss, smiling against her lips.

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