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. 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.
Tell the world that we finally got it all right I choose you I will become yours and you will become mine I choose you I choose He reached to her with a leading hand, and in accepting his offer, she allowed him to bring her to the bed.
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…. 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? Sorry to this sapling. 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? 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. There was a time when I would have believed them If they told me you could not come true Just love's illusion But then you found me and everything changed And I believe in something again.
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…. 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.
I-I'm so sorry…" his sheer embarrassment stammered. 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.
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. My whole heart Will be yours forever This is a beautiful start To a lifelong love letter.
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. 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. I was…gonna do full body. 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 abso lute ly 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…. 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. Silence befell the engaged couple, apprehension biting down on Cosmo's lip. 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….
He swallowed once more under the surmounting pressure of her gaze, finding the voice to squeak "…Wanda? 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? Even still, the wanting gaze in their locked eyes proved tantalizing beyond any self-doubt. Tell the world that we finally got it all right I choose you I will become yours and you will become mine I choose you I choose 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. 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. 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.
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