A/N Very short oneshot - the inspiration was Fiyero musing on Elphaba's hair, but I went on a bit of a tangent.
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
She was leant on my chest, the top of her head nuzzled into my neck. I loved sitting like this. These were rare moments when she surrendered her strength to me and we were just a normal couple. As soon as she sat up, we were anything but. One of her hands rested on my lap, clutching mine, while the other lay limp where I couldn't reach it. My other hand was on her back, nestled in her soft hair. I loved her hair. It was long and raven brown. Most just said it was black, but they didn't notice her like I did. I noticed everything about her. I saw the black roots, quickly lightening into dark brown, with a few highlights. There were so many shades of brown in her hair. She said it was boring, being stark and brown, but I wouldn't let her cut it. And I didn't let a day go by when I didn't say how beautiful it was.
I stroked the lengths flowing down her back, moving my hand down from roots to tips, lost in its softness. I saw the green of her scalp peeking through her mass of hair. I loved the green. It made her who she was. And I don't think she'd be half as beautiful if she wasn't green. She'd kill me for saying that though. But she'd have been a different person without it. And it wasn't just green. She was the colour of emeralds. She was an exotic beauty. Not that her being exotic mattered to me, but it was a bonus.
I found some loose hair and tucked it behind her ear, iliciting a small giggle from her. I could make Elphaba, the intimidating, sarcastic witch, giggle. It was amazing. I moved my hand to stroke the skin on the side of her neck. It was flawlessly soft - like all her skin. It obviously tickled, as she squirmed away from my touch, burrowing further into my neck. She felt safe with me. And that was the best thing I had ever known. She was always so insecure, and I was glad that she finally felt safe with me.
A/N Hope you liked. I'd love a review.