PROLOGUE
Avaric had stolen multiple bottles of wine, and the group was already on the third one. Elphaba had surprised herself by actually drinking some. It wasn't like she hadn't had wine before. After all, they did use it during Unionist ceremonies, although that had only been a drop or two. She tried to keep herself steady as she walked in the back of the group with Fiyero, making jokes about their sciences instructor. At one point she tripped and fell. Fiyero, gentleman that he was, grasped her arm and helped her up. "Are you okay, Elphaba?"
Elphaba dusted off her dress and leaned on Fiyero ever so slightly. "I am fine. Thank you, Fiyero." She looked at the fading backs of their friends who had continued on across the quad without them, not having noticed her fall. "Curses! We'll have to run to catch up with them!"
Fiyero still had her wrist. "I don't think either of us is in a state to run."
Elphaba glanced down at herself. "You're probably right."
He smiled at her. "I don't want to stop talking with you, though. I feel like… like if we stop talking now, we'll never talk like this again."
She flushed. "I don't want to stop talking with you, either." Elphaba felt uninhibited. Calm. As though, for once, her thoughts weren't racing in hundreds of different directions, making her question everything she said or did.
"Then why don't we go back to my dorm? I don't have a roommate. We can talk all we want."
"Why not?" Elphaba didn't quite know what made her say that, but she knew she wanted to go back to his room with him. It was just not normal for her to allow herself. She shook her head to quell her doubts.
"And Avaric isn't the only one good at sneaking wine out of the cafe…" Fiyero reached into his knapsack and grabbed a bottle, grinning. "We can continue our refreshments!"
"Perfect!" She realized he was still grasping her wrist. But she did not pull away as he led her to his room on the first floor of Three Queens. He was in a corner suite right next to the door. "You really don't have a roommate?" Elphaba looked around the room. There was only one bed, slightly larger than the beds the girls had at Crage.
"The benefits of being Vinkun royalty, I guess." Fiyero dug through a trunk and pulled out some wooden cups. He put them both on the desk and poured a generous helping of the sweet red wine into each. Then he picked up one and tipped it slightly towards her after sitting on his bed. "Cheers?"
"Cheers!" Elphaba sat down on his desk chair, picked up the other glass and clinked it with his, taking a big gulp, more than was probably ladylike. Much more.
Within an hour, the bottle was empty and they were both sitting on his bed, their legs touching beneath their clothes. Elphaba couldn't recall when she'd moved. Fiyero cupped her cheek. "I never knew we were so similar."
Elphaba's face grew hot, but she smiled. "I didn't know, either. I've so enjoyed talking with you."
And then he kissed her. Gentle sensations shivered down her body and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He pressed her back on the bed. She whimpered softly as her body hit the mattress, sinking in comfortably. And when, minutes later, he began to undo her dress, she wiggled out of it happily, assisting him in unbuttoning his clothes. There was no denying what would come next as they finished undressing each other. Their eyes met as he slipped inside of her and they slid into a deep, untamed drunken bliss.