A/N I've had this idea for a while now and had a half written draft floating around my tablet for ages. The original was going to be M rated, but I decided that the situation demanded a softer feel. So I wrote this. As always, I love reviews!
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Wicked - but I wish I did!
So, on with the story...
Beautiful
Fiyero stood, framed by the doorway. Elphaba looked up from her book. He had come home after a long, hard day of foraging, and Elphaba was so pleased to see him again. He was away so much, amd he wouldn't allow Elphaba to help in case she was recognised. It was always risky even for him, and Elphaba was glad to see him every time he came home.
"Hey Yero," she smiled.
"Hi Fae, did you miss me?" he replied with a sheepish grin.
"Always," she whispered, standing up and wrapping her arms around him. He pressed his lips onto her forehead as she unzipped his coat and led him to the sofa. A fire was roaring in the grate and Fiyero felt warm and comfortable. It was a stark contrast to the harsh cold outside. But right now, the outside world didn't exist, didn't matter. Nothing mattered, except the soft feel of Elphaba's skin against his chest, her proximity to him, not just physically but mentally too. Both hungered for the love of the other.
He reached down for her raven locks, only to find them tied in a simple loose plait. He reached for its end and expertly loosed it, running his fingers through the strands to comb out the knots.
"What are you doing, Yero?" she murmured from within his chest.
He didn't feel the need to reply, and continued to stroke her flawless hair. Her eyes fluttered shut and she allowed him to stroke her neck. She lay still, comforted by his motions, feeling safe in his arms. These were the only moments when she felt truly safe. Sometimes, she even felt beautiful. Just for a moment.
After a few minutes, she fidgeted and changed her position, so that her head was resting on his shoulder. He could still run his fingers through her hair and press his lips to her cheek.
"You are beautiful, Fae. Believe me." he whispered into her ear.
"You don't have to lie to me, Fiyero." she returned, pulling away from him and curling into a ball.
"It's not lying," he insisted. "It's looking at things another way."
He pulled her back into him, crushing her lips with his, taking in her warmth and soft taste. He wished this moment could last forever. It was perfect.
Elphaba smiled from behind the kiss. She loved Fiyero. He said things that made her feel warm, comforted. The only person who truly loved her. Who had always loved her. Even after she'd started hiding behind the mark of the Wicked Witch of the West. Even after they'd been forced into exile. Even after they'd been forced to leave Oz and struggled to survive on the outskirts of the warring Ugabu. Fiyero still loved her, and she would always, had always, loved him. And for the first time in her life, Elphaba thought that she could be beautiful. For him.
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