AN: Because, you know, even when I'm on hiatus for my original story and new fanfic, that doesn't mean I can't write some one-shots... :)
These are just a couple of one-shots that are sequels to Dances with Princes, but can be read separately; and each of them is based on a song.
When Fiyero opened the door and saw his girlfriend standing there, a beaming smile lit up his face.
That, in turn, made Elphaba smile. After their initial problems and the huge fight they'd had over the summer, things had changed between them, but sometimes it still amazed her to what extent. She never understood how; but every time Fiyero saw her, his face lit up, as if she was the best sight in the world. It always made her blush, but she secretly loved it.
"Fae!" He kissed her cheek and pulled her inside, still beaming at her. He opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off with a kiss and he happily complied.
He pulled away after a while, both of them breathless, and rested his forehead against hers. He chuckled. "What was that for? Did you miss me that much?"
"Don't be ridiculous," she murmured. "I saw you yesterday."
"I missed you since yesterday," he said seriously.
She rolled her eyes, chuckling, but she did kiss him again.
He stepped back and took her hands in his. "Do you know what today is?" he asked her excitedly.
She squinted and tilted her head a little to the side, pretending to think about that. "Friday?"
He glared at her.
She laughed. "Yes, Yero, I know what today is. Even if I hadn't remembered, Galinda would have reminded me – she's been squealing about it all week."
Fiyero made a face. "Sometimes I think that cupcake is more excited about our relationship than we are," he complained.
"Oh, I wouldn't say that," Elphaba said, grinning at his description of her roommate. She slipped her arms around his neck. He smiled and kissed her softly.
"Happy one-year anniversary, Fae."
"Happy anniversary, Yero. Although," she added, scowling slightly, "I still think it's kind of stupid that we're counting from February when we were broken up for four months in between, so technically it hasn't been a year, but only eight months –"
He put his hand over her mouth to stop her talking. "Shut up, Fae."
She raised one eyebrow and shook his hand off. "Why?" she asked, amused. "Because I'm right?"
He shot her another glare and she smirked at him.
He sneaked another quick kiss and then moved to the corner of the room to grab his guitar. "I wrote you a present."
She smiled. "A song?"
He sat down on the edge of his bed with his guitar and handed her the lyrics. "Will you sing it with me?"
It had been their way of making up after their break-up and they had kept on doing it ever since. He loved singing with her because it made him feel even more connected to her; and she loved singing with him because… well, really, because she loved doing anything with him.
He began to play, and she sat down next to him and put her head on his shoulder.
He started to sing.
"It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart
Without saying a word you can light up the dark
Try as I may, I could never explain
What I hear when you don't say a thing…"
Elphaba's voice joined his and as always, she marvelled at how perfect they sounded together. Their voices were so different and yet somehow, it just worked and it was wonderful.
"The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me whenever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all."
Elphaba sang the next verse alone, raising her head to look at him. He smiled back at her.
"All day long I can hear people talking out loud
But when you hold me near you drown out the crowd
Try as they may, they can never define
What's been said between your heart and mine…"
She looked at him. He leant forward to kiss her softly, meanwhile still playing his guitar, and she laughed when he pulled away.
"Impressive."
He grinned and sang the chorus with her again.
The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me whenever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all."
Fiyero interrupted the song, his fingers stilling on the strings of his guitar. "Do you mean that?"
She blinked at him. "What?"
"What you're singing."
"Well, you made up the lyrics. I'm just going along with it," she teased him. He laughed, but she saw something in his eyes and she laid her hand against the side of his face.
"Yes," she said. "I mean, you did make up the lyrics, but it's all true."
"So that truth in your eyes…" he began, smiling as if he were joking, but she knew he was genuinely still worried about this and she shook her head.
"I won't leave you, Yero," she said. "Not again."
She saw the relief in his eyes and she added, only half joking, "Unless you kiss another girl again."
He poked out his tongue.
She arched an eyebrow.
He rolled his eyes and pulled her closer, pushing his guitar aside and pulling her into his lap instead. She squeaked, which made him grin, and she grabbed his neck to steady herself.
"You just had to do that, didn't you?" she said, scowling.
He kissed her in reply, melting her instantly. He tangled his fingers in her long, silky hair and they kissed for a long time. When they finally broke apart, he grinned when he saw that her face was flushed and she had to make an effort to catch her breath.
"How was that?" he asked smugly.
"Aren't we cocky," she retorted, pushing him away, but he just pulled her back.
"I'm stronger than you are."
Her eyes narrowed. "Is that a challenge?"
"Hmm." He kissed her neck, knowing that was her weak spot, and he couldn't help another triumphant grin when he heard the soft sigh that escaped her lips. "What? Aren't you going to try and escape?"
She struggled weakly, but gave up after a short while.
"What?" he asked innocently. "Giving up already? Can't resist my irresistible charm?"
She groaned against his shoulder. "Here we go."
"Oh, come on, Fae." He nuzzled her cheek and whispered in her ear, "You have to admit I am pretty irresistible."
She shivered, but managed to pull away and climb out of his lap. "Irresistible? You? Let me think." She gave him a long, searching look, then shook her head. "No."
He pouted. "But Fae!"
She rolled her eyes. "You're ridiculous."
"You're gorgeous."
"Shut up."
He laughed and rose to his feet, taking her hand. "Come on. Let's go get a drink at the café – to celebrate."
She agreed and half an hour later, they found themselves at the Primrose Café, curled up in a loveseat near the fireplace with mugs of hot cocoa.
He sighed happily, tightening his arm around her waist and nuzzling her neck. "I could get used to this."
She murmured something unintelligible, smiling.
He whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her hair, "The smile on your face lets me know that you need me…"
Her smile widened and she turned her head to look at him. "I do need you, you know," she said solemnly.
He smiled, too. "I know." He kissed the top of her head. "And I won't ever betray you the way I did again."
"I know that, too." She kissed the inside of his wrist and snuggled her head under his chin with a contented sigh. "And I won't leave you. I love you, Yero."
"I love you, too." He rested his chin on the top of her head and she closed her eyes, inhaling his scent and revelling in the feeling of his arms around her. These were the moments she loved best; when they were just sitting or lying down together, not really talking or doing anything, just… being together. She loved being in his arms, she loved the way he smelt and how warm he always felt – especially since she was always cold – and the way he held her. She felt secure in his arms. Safe. It was true, she realised. What Fiyero had written in his song.
No matter how much meaning they gave to their words, they said it best when they said nothing at all.
