Make Me
Rifiuto: Non Miriena
Summary: Elphaba knew better than to challenge him. One-shot, post-musical. Starts off fluffy and slides into.....well.....smut.
The rain pounded on the roof of the small cottage, as the young couple sat on the sofa in front of the fire, kissing. When they finally broke apart, Elphaba snuggled into him, her head resting on his chest.
"This is nice." He nodded, kissing the crown of her head.
"Very nice."
"You know what would make it better?" He looked at her, an eyebrow raised.
"What?"
"If you admitted to the fact that you were wrong and I was right." He pulled away.
"Woah, woah, woah. First off, I am not admitting to anything. And second, the only one that is wrong, is you."
"So you do admit it!" She cried, pulling away. He shook his head.
"No I didn't."
"Yes you did."
"No I didn't."
"Yes you did, now admit that you're wrong."
"I want to hear you say it first."
She moved closer, until their lips were inches apart. Her voice dangerously low, she whispered,
"Make me."
Elphaba knew better than to challenge him. Instantly, he got up, as she climbed to her feet, racing into the bedroom.
"Oh no you don't! Get back here!" They rushed into the room, the door slamming closed behind them. He caught her around the waist, and kissed her. Soon, they found themselves in bed, undressed.
"Do it, Yero." She begged, as he gently parted her legs. He kissed her passionately, and gently whispered,
"Make me." A smile came to her face and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms going around his neck, nails digging into his back as she ground her hips into his. At her urging, he entered her, slowly at first, before going faster at her urging. She cried out in slight pain with his entry, but soon, cries of pleasure took their place. As they reached their peak, she arched her back, crying out.
"Oh....make me, Yero! Make me!"
Soon, they collapsed in each others' arms, slick with sweat. As their breathing returned to normal, Elphaba met his eyes and whispered,
"You were right. I was wrong."
A smile graced his features, and he whispered,
"Thank you. Now kiss me."
She chuckled.
"Make me."
Quickly, he captured her lips with his.