Had to delete the original fic because some who's pretty known on here (catspats31) deemed the fic as a reportable offense and added it to a community without my permission. So...originally a song fic, not anymore. See why folks stopped doing them.

If you're familiar with my Poofy Pants AU, this takes place during 'Fairy Academy: Senyear' right after Cosmo proposes to Wanda. You don't necessarily have to read the series to understand what goes on here, but it'd help a bit with context.

Hope this fairs with all the other wonderful first-time fics on this site. *sarcastically* Absolutely no pressure.

Not even an age-old vendetta between two lineages could prevent the destined union of forbidden love.

Many millenniums ago, a Fairywinkle woman had grown tired of her loveless marriage and sought the company of a Cosma man; however, the Cosma man was unaware that his Fairywinkle maiden was still bound to marriage on paper. Her husband caught them together one night, and her false cry of rape resulted in the Cosma's cold-blooded murder. The Cosma's death was then avenged by an unforgiving relative, taking two Fairywinkle lives for the price of one. Merciless violence amid the two families ceased after a few centuries, yet the mutuality of deep-seeded hatred lasted many lifetimes…until the newest generation of a Cosma man and Fairywinkle woman found soulmates in each other, their love choosing to break the curse of feuding hate.

Growing up, Cosmo had been forced-fed the belief that all Fairywinkles were lying, conniving snakes. Despite his late father being a direct descendant, Cosmo had never known him to preach hate for someone simply based on the bloodline that they didn't chose to be born into. His mother, on the other hand, was never shy about her strong dislike for over-privileged rats bearing silver-spoon brats. In the same token, Wanda had been warned to stay away from the immoral, dirty Cosma scumbags. Her father never thought kindly of them, believing them to be so corrupt that they can stab you in the back and blame you for bleeding. And before her mother's passing, she had no mind of her own in the matter and shared the same misconceptions as her husband.

Before their paths crossed, it felt as if their life's journey felt aimless.

Cosmo was never was like the other kids; hyperactive, academically challenged, a little dimwitted. Traits which painted a red eye's bullet on his back for bullets sniffing for a target. Mama Cosma's abusive rage led his father to seek the permanent escape of death, fueling her fires to where she'd transferred the burdens of her controlling, manipulative tendencies onto her only son. In spite of being the eldest twin, Wanda found her reserved nature living in the shadows of her twin's vivacious personality. Often either forgotten amid the favoritism of family and peers drawn to Blonda's social-butterfly persona or crumbling under the pressure of never meeting her parents' impossible expectations, specifically when it came to academics or future career choices.

The missing pieces of their lives seemingly fell into place when they met in Spellementary; Wanda was one of the only fairies that showed him kindness, and Cosmo was the bright breath in the dark air surrounding her. In hearing about their children's friendship, their parents did everything in their power to prove that this was a huge mistake, strictly forbidding them from ever associating again. But by this time, their bond became too strong to break, so they continued in their friendship behind their families backs.

Eventually, their friendship developed into something more romantic. Dating in secret felt to them like cardinal sin. Hiding in the privacy of their special cliff and only seen in public with their friends. Until their invisible cloak had been stripped, and both respective parents reacted exactly how they'd always dreaded...furiously. The physical and verbal abuse grew to unbearable levels, tainting their souls to where they too used their family history against each other.

From falling in and out of other relationships to, at one point, becoming toxic towards each other, Cosmo and Wanda's love faced many tests throughout their on-again, off-again saga. But that's the thing about soul mates; no matter how much love lost, no matter how much distance separates them, you will always end up together. You lose each other to find each other again. If they leave, they will return, and if they return, they'll stay forever.

Among all the doubt, in the back of their minds, Cosmo and Wanda always knew that family history could not keep them apart. They were meant for each other.

After shutting out the outside world with a downward zip to the PVC tunnel's entrance, the newly engaged couple traveled with their overnight bags into the transparent globe of the inflated tent. Gradients of pink and green cast a soft glow from the LED lights implanted into the tent's seams, adding a pop of color to the twinkling stars of the night's sky overhead. A grey-shag rug carpeted over the natural lavender grass of the mountain's cliff, spreading across the floor of the circular tent. A heart-shaped box of chocolates and the bouquet of purple daisies were enclosed in a heart made of rose pedals across the air mattress's pink-velvet duvet.

As Cosmo went to set his bag on the right of the mattress, Wanda set hers by the left side, admiring the close-up look to what was part-two of her birthday surprise. Part-one being the sparkling rock on her ring finger followed by the blessing of hearing those four simple words that ever girl dreams of: "Will you marry me?" Had she fantasized about this pivotal moment before? Of course. She may have seen this huge step towards marriage coming, yet she would have never anticipated the act to come sooner than later. Not from her charming goofball that she now had the pleasure of calling her fiancé.

Cosmo took out a portable radio powered by magical batteries and turned the dial to Fairy Lounge Radio, an easy-listening station full of ambient music. His small adjustments to the volume knob filled the air with medleys of soft piano and soothing vocals, and after carefully placing the radio on the ground, he looked over to the girl of rosette curls…the everlasting love of his life.

The natural high of his engagement brought a twinkle in his eye; underneath all the giddy excitement was this sense of peace. As if their commitment to each other received the official seal of 'forever and always.' Just thinking about the words 'engaged' and 'fiancée' felt almost…surreal. Sure, there was probably a bajillion things to plan and a real marriage to think about, all of which he can worry about later. Right now, there was just one more intimate barrier to cross…

Wanda picked up the daisy bouquet for a light sniff, grinning as she inhaled the hint of grassy herbs. Just as she returned the daisies to their resting place, Cosmo approached from behind, squeezing tenderly around her waist as his loving peck to her cheek brought a warm smile from ear to ear. She turned around in his embrace to face him, bringing her arms around his neck as he held onto her waist. The innocent cuteness of dimpled cheeks towards her made her blush, pink eyes bashfully averted his green gaze.

"…so…before we call it a night…" Cosmo cleared his throat. "…there's something else I wanna do."

Wanda sweetly studied his face as if to fathom how this night can get any better. "Like what?"

Hesitation proceeded his next statement. "…take off your clothes."

Her lashes blinked puzzledly. "…sorry?"

"Schnozmo gave me some lotion to use for a birthday massage." Cosmo clarified. "…so…I wanted to do that."

"Aww, how sweet!" Wanda thanked him with a tender kiss, sending sparks through his nerves. "You're going all out tonight, huh?"

An awkward chuckle was his response.

Backing away from their embrace, Wanda started to get undressed when she noticed his glued stare. "…are you just gonna stand there watching me?"

"O-oh um…" Cosmo honestly didn't realize he was staring until she said something. "I…d-do you want me to watch?"

She gave him an uncertain look as self-consciousness slouched her posture, instinctively folding her arms around herself. Remembering the physical blemishes of past regret that she kept hidden beneath her layers, regret that he'd only seen an accidental glimpse of in high school.

"…I-I can turn around if you-"

"No, i-it's okay." her faint smile made up her mind. If they were to be husband and wife, then getting undressed in front of him is something she might as well get used to…

Right?

Doing so cautiously, she brushed her pink curls out of the way to reach behind her neck, starting off simple by unclasping her spiked leather necklace. She then reached to unbuckle the studded belt looped around her black shorts, untying her knee-high combats to kick off her pink knee-high socks. Cosmo observed her cautious movements, having second thoughts of whether it was okay to be watching her like this. He wanted her to feel comfortable, the most important thing to going to the next level.

Pulling her shorts down the length of her fishnet stockings, Wanda carefully dropped them next to her overnight bag, yellow lace of her panties peeking through crossed legs. To keep herself from overthinking, she drew her yellow blouse from the hem over her head of curls, Cosmo eyeing the lace bra that matched her underwear as a set. Her blouse was then tossed on top of her shorts, and as insecurity crawled up her spine, she hid her chest with wrapped arms still gloved in her signature armwarmers.

Years of self-torture were now exposed, marks both straight and daggered slashed into her skin. Some of the deepest scars across her torso appeared faint yet more prominent than the ones beneath her armwarmers, scars from her most emotional breakdown over a year ago. On top of that, compared to her curvier sister Blonda, her hips kinda lie, her booty not that phat, and her 'dirty pillows' wouldn't exactly score a cover of 'Play-Fairy Magazine'…

She downcast her eyes from his stare, embarrassed of her own appearance. What could possibly be so attractive about this?!

For just a moment, his features fell in seeing her body so riddled with her outward expression of internal suffering. He knew her scars were just a physical reminder of having survived such difficult periods in her life, something she should never be ashamed of. Never could her scars subtract from her angelic beauty. He didn't believe much in perfection, but she was the definition of perfection in his eyes.

After all, he saw her and no other.

When he gently edged forward as her instincts took one float back, he traced a delicate finger along the scar that was just above her belly button, meeting timid eyes as he whispered warmly "…you are so beautiful."

Her lips curved into a coy smile; how can four measly words make her heart flutter so madly?

He reached to her with a leading hand, and in accepting his offer, she allowed him to bring her to the bed. The radio station switched songs from vocals accompanied by piano melodies to serenading strings and ambient synths as Cosmo moved the box of chocolates to the side and placed his fiancé within the heart-shaped rose pedals, laying her gently onto her back. She watched him as he began to undress himself, kicking off his green converse-sneakers to start his own pile beside his overnight bag. After removing his white polo over his shaggy locks to reveal the green elbow-sleeved shirt underneath, he loosened the belt around his black jeans in his version of seductive that ended up coming off sensually silly, making her giggle in response.

Was this a genuine attempt at being sexy? Pretty much. But hey, at least the mockery of himself could make her feel less embarrassed.

Considering the nights that she would sleep over at his brother Schnozmo's luxury apartment or the few occasions that Cosmo would fall asleep in her bed at her apartment, Wanda was used to seeing Cosmo undress in front of her. Then again, the most he would strip down to is a T-shirt and boxers. Doing so conservatively, he took off his other shirt, exposing the bare of his chest and flat torso. She couldn't recall ever seeing him in briefs before, tonight's underwear of his choice. And not that she intended for this to happen, but her eyes found themselves lasered to the center of his tighty-whities…

Drawn to the clear outline of his sack.

It was Cosmo's turn to blush, realizing where she was looking. His eyes lowered in self-examination; he was finally free of those annoying braces and his acne had basically cleared, yet with not a single muscle under the skin on his bones, the rest of his body still felt so…'boyish' to him. Protruding pecs? Don't know her. Washboard abs? Can't relate. Giant redwood for an overall 'package?' Ha! Sorry to this sapling.

Compared to Juandissimo, nothing about him screamed 'manly-man.'

Wanda caught the doubt in his features. Did size matter? Not entirely. To Wanda, it wasn't about how 'big' a guy was. It wasn't about having the shape of a body-builder. Wanda never cared much about all that. A man may stimulate your body, but can he stimulate your heart and mind, too?

Cosmo certainly has. And that made him sexier than any other man in Fairy World.

When diffident emeralds looked up towards her, she captivated him with pink sapphires twinkling in the moon's light, speaking in a tender breath "…you're so handsome."

Her sincerity curled his lips to smile. Sure, he was no Juandissimo, but Wanda chose him anyway. Just her validation alone made him feel more of a man than ever before.

Officially getting things started, reached his bag for the decently-sized bottle of lotion, setting it near her. Scooting onto the bed, he picked up a few nearby rose pedals and drizzled them down onto her stomach, grinning as she giggled once more. Instructing her to lay so he can start with her back, Wanda compliantly rolled onto her stomach, supporting her chin with one of the plush pillows. Cosmo scooted to straddle both knees on either side of her waist, gently brushing her curls out of the way for more surface.

With lotion in hand, he shook the bottle before opening the cap for a good squirt of white cream…

All over Wanda's back.

Wanda let out a small squeak as the chill of thick liquid splashed onto her, and Cosmo cursed himself for the instant mess on his hands, some catching onto Wanda's bra-strap. "Crap! I-I'm so sorry…" his sheer embarrassment stammered.

"Don't sweat it, babe." Wanda smiled the accident off. "Smells amazing, at least."

"...i-It's Jasmine Vanilla." Cosmo screwed the cap back onto the bottle to toss aside, making due with what he had. "Schnoz mentioned something about it being relaxing."

"…hmm. I like it."

Exhaling his nerves, Cosmo rubbed his hands together and proceeded to press his palms along her skin, mimicking how he'd seen other fairies give massages randomly on television. Slowly and gently, he rubbed along the tensions in her muscles to smooth them out. Almost forgetting that a back massage required 'full access', his fingers paused awkwardly the moment they touched the clasps of her bra. "…um…t-this has to come off."

She had enough room to push herself up with her arms, turning to look at him. "…really?"

"…yeah."

"…oh." her cheekbones flushed red. "…o-okay."

Watchful eyes saw one hand reach behind her back, feeling for the familiar hooks, and when the two halves finally separated, an audible gulp swallowed in his throat.

Loose straps slid down, her hand supporting the padded cups before a shaky breath allowed the them to fall.

She was now the most physically exposed that she'd ever been with a fairy of the opposite gender. Sure, it was only Cosmo, the only man she'd ever imagined stripping down for. But now, this was the start of a turning point, the start of newer heights.

A new beginning.

Removing the article of clothing off her person, she lightly flung the bra over the beside where the rest of her clothes piled. He waited for her to reposition herself on her stomach and picked up where he left off, brushing artistic strokes with his thumbs along the curves of her sides.

Gliding the lotion over her bare skin, he kneaded her muscle tissue with lifts and pulls in a slow pace. Touching surfaces from just below her neck's base to just above her lower spine. Allowing her lids to fall, she sighed into the pillow in her attempt to shut off all the what-ifs in her mind. Luckily his deep yet feathered touch lowered the difficulty in doing so.

With more focus than he was used to, he was careful not to massage too close to her wings, remembering how sensitive fairy wings tend to be. The further he went on, the more her body relaxed beneath him. This was good sign that he was actually doing something right. Though on occasion, his hands were close to feel along the sides of her breast, causing a hiccup in his motions.

Cosmo decided to check in. "…this feels okay?"

A small grunt reacted to his fingers loosening a tight knot under her left shoulder blade, but other than that, "This feels great, actually."

Her confirmation gave a little confidence boost, moving aside to give her some room. "…mind rolling over? I was…gonna do full body."

"Woooow, look at you. Starting a side hustle I didn't know about?"

"…side hustle?"

"Yeah…y'know." she turned to him with a sensual smirk. "…as a sexy masseuse."

As if that kind of compliment wasn't enough to make his cheeks blush, when Wanda shifted to lay back completely, green eyes widened.

As a fairy who has seen real breasts before (not by choice,) this time he definitely knew he was absolutely staring; not too petite, not too voluptuous, almost perfect enough for his hands to hold. Soft and perky like in his dream with the two of them in the shower…

He had little control over the awakened arousal in his underwear.

Seeing his bulge come to life reddened the bridge of her nose. She remembered men mostly seeing Blonda in that way, no matter if Blonda actually welcomed this or not. She was unsure if Juandissimo ever had 'those types of thoughts' about her as their relationship did not last long enough to reach deeper levels. Cosmo was not objectifying her, that much she knew. She just wasn't used to her unclothed body being an entity of lust.

Cosmo's face flushed into a darker shade of red, crossing his hands over his brief's pouch. Great, just when he was starting to think 'I can get through this without making it awkward'…his dirty mind had to go and make it awkward. "…I-I'm sorry." he immediately apologized. "R-really, I am-"

"I know…" Wanda fell victim to insecurity, drawing knees to cover her chest. "…i-it's okay."

Silence befell the engaged couple, apprehension biting down on Cosmo's lip. She considered the desires of her fiancé that had not gone unnoticed in the couple months leading to her birthday. When he'd hold her, he held on longer as if to feel more of her warmth against him. When they would cuddle, sometimes his hands would explore the outline of her frame, catching himself whenever his fingers breached past her hips to her backside. When he'd meet eyes with her, she'd catch glimpses of them wandering to her cleavage or trailing down the length of her legs, and when he'd kiss her, there was more of a starved longing behind his lips.

The sanctity of home came in his embrace, and when his fingers roamed, the heated tingles almost wished he wouldn't stop. It became difficult not to melt under those affectionate green eyes, and the soft lips she'd grown familiar with felt plushier against hers. Wanda reflected on how something as innocent as kissing sent such electric shivers, the wattage sometimes sparking new sensations between her legs. What came as a shock to her was not her mind imagining what it would be like to cross the extent of what they've done already. No, it was how often these thoughts and desires roused her lately.

Under normal circumstances, she would be the one to stop their make-outs from turning into something more. Whether it'd be out of fear that someone might catch them in the act, or the doubt that either of them were fully prepared to take the leap. Now, isolated in an insulated tent of transparent fabric, the moon and stars their only audience atop their special cliff overlooking the city below, the barrier between them was their own will…

Was it time to give into what their hearts both craved?

He swallowed once more under the surmounting pressure of her gaze, finding the voice to squeak "…Wanda?"

She continued to study him, hugging herself tighter.

"…do…do you want to?"

Understanding what his question was asking, Wanda's coy expression remained quiet.

"…we uh…don't have to if you're not comfortable. I-I just-"

"…Cosmo?"

His mouth paused mid-sentence, heeding to the breathlessness in her simple yet daunting request…

"…please kiss me…"

One flip of a switch washed all fear, all hesitation, all the terror of what-ifs, for those three little words poured awe and joy in his spirit. Were they both scared to death? Absolutely. Even still, the wanting gaze in their locked eyes proved tantalizing beyond any self-doubt.

And so, Cosmo grabbed her by the arms into a feverish kiss.

Contentment escaped through her sigh as their parted lips met with a crash of their passion's waves. Their string of kisses expressed sensuous, mind-numbing delight as tendrils of ecstasy sprouted from shared pleasure's roots. No shyness could be detected in her fingers gripping his hair, but before their tongues could explore each other, Cosmo pulled away in a winded breath much to Wanda's slight disappointment. "Wait…"

Wearing the 'responsible' hat for once, Cosmo reached over the side of the bed to his jeans still on the grown, digging in the back pocket to feel for a recognizable crinkle. She observed the red-metallic wrapper he revealed between two fingers as he lifted himself back to face her, his throat clearing. "…Schnozmo gave me this…for…you know."

Wanda was silent for a moment as the radio she'd forgotten was on transitioned into the harmony of strings and pianos accompanied by serenading two-four drums. Diverting her anticipant stare between the condom in his grasp and the glimmer in his eyes. "…we're really doing this..."

Her breathless comment led him to exhale agreeingly "…yeah…we are."

Without further hesitation, a suggestive finger motioned for him to come closer, and in doing so obediently, Cosmo bear-crawled across the bed over to her. Positioning himself over her on his knees, she palmed his face in her hands which realigned the magnets of parted lips. Sandwiching their skin in a slow grind tempting enough for a rouse yet leaving them both starved for more.

Thin fabric of their respective bottoms swayed with their hips in a rhythmic manner. Somewhat new territory, but the action itself was not entirely different to what they'd done already. He broke their kiss briefly, labored breaths emulated in lustful eyes. Cosmo's stare drifted past her collarbone, the sight of breasts sitting temptingly raising the heat that pulsed in the center of his groin into further awakening. He swallowed as a thought came into mind, a memory of his male best friends giving their 'advice' on one of the quickest way to a woman's peak. The tools were in front of him, all he had to do was utilize them.

Doing what he only ever dreamed of doing, he lowered his mouth to her nipple.

Wanda shuddered in a choked gasp, a rush of pleasure trembling her body. As his tongue swirled between licking and sucking around one, he used his thumb brushed strokes across the other. Her back impulsively arched under her touch, eyelids falling blissfully. He had no fathom of a clue as to how this was actually working, though in using silent gasp growing into pleasured moans through her parted lips as a good sign, his confidence kept going, her breasts hardening in excitement.

Before long, a warm moisture began to soak her lace panties, and his own arousal poked throbbingly against his white briefs.

Taking notice of his stiffness itching for a release, Wanda reached to hold onto the sides of his face, forcing flushed eyes to meet each other. Thumbs stroking rosy cheeks lovingly, Wanda whispered "…ready?"

Understanding what she was asking of him, without any hesitation, Cosmo nodded.

With the condom wrapper that had fallen near their person, Wanda retrieved it and looked to Cosmo in a blushful pause. "…want me to do it?"

Cosmo blinked. "…y-you…know how?"

"It's called Sex-Ed." Wanda smiled timidly. "Plus…I-I want to."

Though he was unsure, he didn't question further. "…o-okay."

The radio switched to a song that included rain and thunder sound effects as Wanda's thumb slipped under the waistband of her underwear, sliding the lace fabric down her legs. In a deep breath, she lifted her feet to remove the only article of clothing left, instinctively keeping her legs together when she drew them in. His stare fell upon the breathless nudity of his fiancé, the LED's pink and green glowing faintly in her smooth skin.

Heart hammering madly in his chest as Wanda as coy fingers tugged at the band of his briefs, pulling them down in one swift movement. The bare revelation of his manhood caused them both their cheeks to redden, the hardened stiff softening slightly from the newness of it all. She then pressed her palms lightly to his shoulders, laying him back to make him more comfortable. He propped himself with forearms against the duvet, holding her gaze assumingly.

Pushing through her shyness, Wanda took hold of his length into her grasp and ran her hand in jerking motions.

Though her touch felt cold, the icy chill blended wonderfully with the fires of desire burning to a head. Erotic sensations caused his head to tilt backwards, releasing inhibitions in a muted moan. For someone who was just winging it, she was doing something right, apparently. Like a spring chicken, his erection returned as if it'd never left.

Her motioned slowed as he looked at her with wonderous, amorous eyes. She used her teeth to tear the wrapper, grabbing the beige circle of lubricated rubber from its pouch. Judging by its size, she could only hope that it would fit. He stared mesmerized as she rolled the rubber over his erection, unraveling just above his pelvis with enough space for the tip to fill a small pocket.

The perfect fit for her perfect man.

Full of newfound confidence, Cosmo took control as he shifted them once more to where the back of her head rested against the pillow, settling between her open legs. Not wasting their chance, he began to kiss her, his tip pressed at her entrance with a pulsating eagerness. Even with the coated layer of the condom, he could feel the inside of her thighs slick with her own excitement.

He entered slowly but surely, Wanda shuddering a breath beneath the little shifts in his entry. The more pressure he applied, the more her walls clenched around him. The threshold was just within reach, his head pushing against her hymen. Their restraints cracking against the floodgates of their love…

Pain muffled in her cry, and his eyes broadened with the sickness frozen in his stomach's pit.

"…a-are you okay?" Cosmo asked worriedly.

"Yeah…" Wanda flinched. "…it just hurts."

"I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to-"

"Babe, relax…this is normal." her thumb caressed the concern etched in his jawline. "It only hurts in the beginning."

"Baby, I don't wanna hurt you..."

"You're not hurting me, sweetie. This is meant to happen…it's okay."

Torn in his fear of ever causing her pain again, green gazed doubtingly. "…you still want this?"

And in knowing the pain would pass, pink smiled warmly. "…I want you."

Her loving reassurance was just the fuel he needed to press on, and after choking down any remaining doubt, he thrusted his hips to for two to become one in the ultimate connection.

Regardless of the sharp pulses that came with his push and pull, it was the good type of pain. Not even comparable to the rush of emotional agony released through a physical stimulus, the blade breaking skin for the relief of bleeding out angered turmoil. No, this pain was electrifying. Euphoric, even.

He only noticed the pained look in her eye maybe three times before it was replaced with her longing for him to shift more freely, to take her there. Giving into her body's commands as well as his, he steadied his pace. Once worried about the awkwardness of it all, his motions soon became intuitive. Pants and hoarse moans breaking the thread of hungry kisses

She cupped his face to meet her blissful stare with his, any logical thoughts left diminishing with every thrust of him inside her. The weight of passion leaned to dance with her tongue, moving above her in full admiration of the woman below him. Caught in the world of ecstasy, his limited control paused only for a moment to reposition himself, slipping his arms under her blades for more stability. Their chests now pressed against one another, the full length of his movements delved deeper, penetrating more of her walls.

The simplicity of his moments could not withstand the rushing tides of emotion; thus, he gave into the urge to quicken the pace. Her hips aided in his movements with another arch of her back and moans growing louder. Her arms hugged his shoulders as his face fell to the nape of her neck, ripples of sexual desires breaking through low grunts against her skin. Beating hearts paced with the same acceleration of his jackhammer drilling into her, pounding in his undying love for her. Her breaths became more labored, giving her everything completely into him.

If it was so wrong for a Cosma to love a Fairywinkle and vice versa…why did it feel oh, so right?

Only minutes past, but Cosmo was drawing nearer towards the tipping edge of exploding. A building pressure swelled in his girth, pulsing within. Feeling her folds tightening around him, their deep connection told him she too was on that vital verge.

Bringing his forehead to mesh, eyes glazed in adoration, the only word he could choke through a heavenly breath was "…Wanda…"

Her moans grew in pure ecstasy, clenching his shoulders. "…C-Cosmo-"

In harmonious cries, her abdomen jerked with spastic waves as his discharge filled the condom with a final pump.

Their contractions and swelling began to subside, pants catching the breath they'd each stolen from each other. Weakened in the large exert of energy, Cosmo fell back against Wanda's neck as his member retracted while still inside, making her shiver. Her fingers intertwined with the backside of his messy hair, the other hand caressing the muscles in his back. As their hearts fluttered to normal rates and their body-heat slowly cooled, the only words spoken were that of lyrics sung by a female singer, accompanied by arpeggios of relaxing piano.

Neither harbored the will to move, remained in the same position for several passing moments. Allowing their souls to swim in settled waters of euphoria. When he could finally think straight, Cosmo removed himself out of her, Wanda gasping from the small, creamy leak between her legs. His fingertips tugged the tip of the filled condom and carefully removed it from his member, reaching over his side of the bed for the wand sticking out from his overnight bag.

Poofing a trashcan, he laxly tossed the lubricated rubber in the bin. She used this time to tuck herself under the sheets, and Cosmo soon joined her in a gentle cuddle, embracing her closely as she snuggled in his arms.

Sex is not the most important thing in a relationship, just an added bonus. A beautiful experience to share with your partner, your true love. It is a luxury, the most intimate connection between two beings. The ultimate expression of unconditional love. It's one thing to have casual sex, only meeting the basic necessity of individual desires. It's another when you are madly in love; everything you'd ever imagine lovemaking to be feels more intense, more passionate, and dare I say, the best thrill you can ever experience.

Cosmo and Wanda have now learned this for themselves. Their relationship may never be the same again, but their bonds of their love and affection can only grow from here.

Nestling his chin into her curls, Cosmo tiredly murmured "…I love you…"

And as heavy lids fell peacefully, Wanda wearily sighed into his chest "…I'll always love your love."