Wow, this took a long time.
Thank you to all of my lovely reviewers! In case you were wondering, there should be about... I don't know, seven chapters left? In truth, I have no idea when this monster is going to end, for this was originally to be six chapters and have no deaths. Well, that didn't work out too well, not did it? So all in all, keep watching this story, and hopefully (HOPEFULLY) it will end soon without me having to sacrifice too many other characters.
And on with the story...
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Cosmo lay in his bed that night, thinking about nothing but Wanda. She had apparently gotten over the fact that Juandissimo "had spies everywhere", or whatever she was supposed to get over, and she loved him again. When she told him this, Cosmo had jumped up and down in joy and kissed her, and Wanda said that since her daddy was away on a trip for his company, she could even sneak over to his place later that night.
His thoughts were interrupted by a quiet knock on the window. Cosmo hopped out of bed, noting that it was cold and was grateful for his fuzzy red jammies. Outside the window was Wanda. Her hair was let down, cascading over her shoulders in pink waves, and her eyes held excitement. Her shirt and jeans clung to her skin, and Cosmo wasted no time in opening the window and letting her through.
Wanda hopped through it, accidentally knocking over a vase filled with roses on Cosmo's nightstand. He quickly caught it, alarm in his green eyes."Wanda, be quiet!" he hissed worriedly. "Mama might hear us."
Wanda raised her wand and soundproofed the room, a smug smile on her face. "Not now, she won't."
Cosmo blinked and grinned, hugging Wanda. "I'm so glad you're here."
"So am I." She gave him a firm, passionate kiss on the lips and Cosmo happily closed his eyes and put his hands on her waist. When they pulled apart, Wanda sat down on Cosmo's bed and sighed.
"Something wrong?"
"Juandissimo and I started fighting."
Cosmo immediately felt angry. Wanda was here to love him, not complain to him that she was hurting because she loved another man! She was here to forget that she already had a boyfriend, that she needed someone else, that Juandissimo even existed. Cosmo had opened that window for love, not heartbreak.
"Cosmo?"
"Hm?"
"Did you hear me?"
Cosmo sighed. "What did you say?"
"I... I think I should break up with him."
Cosmo's eyebrows nearly shot right off his head. "Wh- what? Won't he hurt you?"
"I don't care. I love you, Cosmo."
Cosmo blinked, then grinned and sat down beside her, giving her a soft peck on the lips. "I love you too, Wanda."
Wanda looked him dead in the eye. "You know what, Cosmo?"
"What?"
"It feels..." Wanda searched for the correct word as her arms encircled his neck, "...different."
Cosmo cocked his head to one side. "What does?"
Wanda touched noses with him. "When you kiss me. It feels different."
Cosmo looked worried. "Good different or bad different?"
Wanda kissed him again; it was long and lingering, and the only answer Cosmo needed. "I wonder if..."
"If what, Wanda?"
Wanda was silent for a moment. "If... if everything you do with will feel better than when he does it."
"What do you mean?"
Again, there was silence. "Cosmo..."
He sensed the hesitation in her voice and wrapped his arms around her. "Wanda, what is it? Please tell me."
"I don't want it to look like I want things to go too fast," Wanda murmured softly.
Cosmo shrugged. What did it matter? It wasn't like there was anything he wasn't willing to do with Wanda anyway, except maybe break up with her. And "anything" included-
"If you made love to me, would it feel different?"
Cosmo stared at her for a moment. "What?"
Wanda bit her lip and pulled out of his embrace, turning away and returning her arms to her sides. "That's what I thought."
"Did you just say what I think you just said?" he asked, feeling a smile twitching at the corner of his lips. If she did, which he was sure of, that meant she loved him just as much as he loved her.
Wanda, who was still facing with her back to him, took the question the wrong way and sobbed, "I'm sorry, Cosmo! I didn't mean to make everything awkward! It's just... I... I..."
"It's okay," Cosmo grinned, putting his hand on her shoulder.
Wanda looked at him as he did so and saw the large smile on his face. "You... you're smiling..."
"Yeah. What were you saying, Wanda?"
"If you made love to me..." Wanda paused for a moment, picking her words. "Would it feel different? Better? Less... less painful?"
The grin remained plastered on the emerald fairy's face as he gently laid Wanda down on his bed, twirling her hair in one finger. "There's only one way to find out."
And so it began. Their tongues slipped inside each other's mouths as Cosmo's hand slid up her tight cotton shirt to feel the soft glory of her breasts. As she undid the buttons on his fuzzy red PJ top, his lips descended from her mouth to her neck. She emitted a quiet moan; now she knew that she had been right. This felt better. This was how it was supposed to feel: beautiful, gratifying, magical.
He stopped kissing her neck just long enough to slip her shirt over her head before he began again, unhooking her bra and sliding even lower, licking at the underside of her breasts. She reached up to nibble oh his ear when she heard the sound of a door rattling, then opening.
"Cosmo?"
"Oh... Hey, Mama."
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The dawn broke long after Anti-Cosmo had given up any hope of sleep and Cupid fled from his mind. As he rolled out of bed and changed into his everyday clothes, he wondered if Anti-Wanda still resided within his head.
Anti-Wanda? Anti-Wanda, hello? Hello?
Apparently not.
So now she wasn't with him even in spirit. Well, that was just bloody fantastic. He had recently run out of tea, his wife had been murdered, his son was on an unnecessary killing spree, and the other was locked up in jail somewhere.
Oh, how he hated his life.
He always had, since he found out what his father had really been doing to him. That was why he had run away, but his father eventually found him. Found him, and tore his wings out. Many said he was lucky to have survived that. (Later on, he got surgical implants.) Lucky. Who were they to say that? From how he had seen it, he was unlucky to not have fallen asleep and never woken up again.
And then he met Anti-Wanda.
He shook his head, fighting tears. Do not cry, he ordered himself. Do not cry. For what you are doing today, weakness is not an option! You can cry for her later, when you're killing-
A loud smash snapped him out of his thoughts and he spun around, holding his shirt over his bare torso. Not that he was self-conscious, mind you; there was nothing there to be self-conscious about, really. It was just a reflex of sorts.
"Oh dear, it appears I have broken something," came a British voice from the far side of the room. Anti-Cosmo narrowed his eyes, but said nothing in response as the cubish child floated up to him. "Hello, Father."
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Short chapter, I know. I promise the next one will be longer.
~Mikichu