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Hey y'all,

Sorry it's late, but at least I managed to finish it up before I needed a walker and live-in nurse. :) Anyway, here's the short story that I promised and it's dedicated to Corona.

Loved that bathtub scene in Childhood, hon!

Well, enjoy!

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Title: Hangy Thing (1/1)
Author: Druid
Pairing: Cupid/Strife (implied)
Rating: PG-13? For discussion of naughty bits and awkwardness. [god I suck at ratings!]
Summary: The winged ones are bathing together and Bliss gets curious. Children can be so blunt when it comes to their, bodies. *evil grin*

Disclaimer: I have them framed and hung up on my bedroom walls. Come by and take a look for yourself.

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Hangy Thing

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[Ooooh, look at the shiny thing sink!] That thought came from a raptly gazing Bliss as he watched it descend into the water. He was about to throw in another one, when his father's voice cut into his fun.

"Bliss, are you throwing coins into the bathtub again? " At his son's gleeful nod, he continued, "Why you do that, I'll never know."

"Me wantsta make a wish, daddy. This what you do, right? " the godling asked as his face screwed up in confusion.

Shaking his head in exasperation, Cupid picked his small son up and, with a thought, removed their clothes. Carrying the giggling and squirming child like a sack of grain, he carefully walked down the steps into their Olympic (I'm sorry! I couldn't resist, damn it!) sized, heated bathtub. When he reached one of the benches that extended from the side, he gently set Bliss down so that he was chest high in the water.

Turning so that he could sit, as well, Cupid muttered, "Never should have taken him to look at the Halls of Time!"

Bliss spent the next few minutes just splashing around in the water. He didn't like baths and was trying to find something to amuse himself with. Having done this manymanymanymanymanymany times before, he'd pretty much exhausted his options. Today, he'd have to make his own fun.

Glancing down as his daddy was over looking through the oils, it started.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Bliss?" he asked without turning around.

"Wha's this hangy thing?"

"That's your uvula, son."

His face scrunching up again, the questions continued, "Wha's a ooooovula do?"

"I'm not exactly sure, but I know you cough if something touches it just right," Cupid answered as he turned back around with his selection in hand.

His eyes widening in awe, Bliss decided to put that bit of information to the test.

As Cupid fully turned around to start bathing his son, he was met with the sight of Bliss with his hands between his little legs.

"Bliss," he asked curiously, "what are you doing down there?"

Without pausing in his endeavor, the godling responded, "I's trying to cough, like you said I would."

"Oh," was the only word that escaped the winged god's lips as his eyebrows tried to take up residence in his hairline.

"Am I doing it right, daddy?" [Completely innocent.]

"Uhhh, pretty much. Can you stop now?" [ Completely red.]

"Why? I not cough yet!" [ Completely indignant.]

"That's alright. You'll have plenty of time to do that when you get older." [Completely evading the question.]

Pulling his hand away, Bliss did as he was asked with a pout.

Heaving a sigh of relief at a crisis, just barely, averted, Cupid allowed himself to sink further into the steaming water. He was just starting to relax and enjoy himself, when another thought `struck' Bliss' young mind.

"Daddy, where do babies come from?" [Completely evil.]

Getting ready to deflect again, Cupid's attention was grabbed as hysterical giggling poured softly from behind one of the marble pillars. Putting two and two together, his eyes narrowed in a feral, wicked grin.

"From your daddy Strife, if I have anything to say about it."

The audible squeak from the pillar made the whole situation MORE than worth it.

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{End Short}

Hope y'all liked it!

Druid