She squealed despite herself as she dipped her foot in the cold water. "You know... If Oz saw this they would think I'm committing suicide."

He laughed from his spot, waist deep into the lake, chest bare. "Maybe. But maybe you're stalling getting in the water."

"It's cold!" She reasoned, crossing her arms.

He waded until he stood in front of her. "Miss Wicked Witch afraid of a little cold water?"

"Yes she is." She smiled.

"Well, in that case.." He quickly locked his arms around her waist and deposited her on his shoulder.

"FIYERO PUT ME DOWN!"

"Oh, I will." He walked several feet out, so he stood with the water up to his chest. Then he dropped her, black slip and all in the water. She yelped and whacked his arm.

"You're proud of yourself, aren't you?"

He looked her up and down, the water making the slip cling to her. "Yes, I would say so."

"Oh that's it!" With that she splashed him hard.

"Elphaba!" he cocked an eyebrow. "This means war." With that, he gently shoved her under the water.

She came up, long dark hair sticking to her face. "I hate you."

"No you don't."

She flipped her wet hair in his face. "Maybe not." With that she locked her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, and kissed him deeply.

Fiyero decided they would go swimming more often