"I adore you, I don't deserve you, my Fae. My angel, my.." he murmured against her hair, concluding a series of mindless mutterings that were mostly flattering, some merely incoherent as he fought off sleep, pulling her close to him. He was slightly disappointed when she wrenched away from him, not falling into her customary sleep position, tucked against his shoulder, hair wildly flowing around the pillow.

She sat up, pulling the blanket over her, disapointing him. Slightly annoyed and mostly asleep by then, he pouted a bit that if she wouldn't curl up against him she could at least give him the benefit of looking at her. She twisted to look at him and her eyes bore into him. He wondered how she wasn't as sleepy as he was as she asked, "What did you say?"

He frowned, barely conscious enough to even remember what he'd said. From the look in her eyes he knew she wouldn't let it wouldn't drop. Had he managed to offend her? And not remember it? He groaned inwardly, cursing the way he sometimes had to walk on eggshells around her. He wondered if the the fact that he was still enjoying the afterglow from their most recent endeavor and was half asleep was a decent excuse for brainlessness. He forced himself to sit up, if only to be taller than her so she wouldn't be so imposing. "I don't-"

"You called me yours," she whispered.

He held his hands up in submission, praying for mercy. "And you're having a moment where you will insist that you are your own woman and will never belong to anyone but yourself?"

There was a spark in her eyes and she looked almost amused. "The only girls who ever object to being claimed are the ones who've never been they're own person, the ones who've been claimed their entire lives." A lock of hair fell in front of her eyes and she smoothed it away as she went on to say, "The one's who've never been claimed by anyone don't mind it so much."

Now somewhat more awake and confident in the knowlege that he actually wasn't in trouble for once, he smiled and pulled her to him, kissing the top of her head. She pulled away a little, looking up at him from beneath her sooty black eyelashes. "Claim me, again?"

"Gladly," he said, nudging her backward onto the bed. It wasn't really meant for two people- yet neither of them minded. He went to kiss her but she gently caught his face before he reached her lips. She gave him a significant look and he gently laughed. He paused dramatically before saying, "My Fae," he whispered to her and punctuated it with a kiss to her cheek. "My mistress," a kiss just behind her ear. "My love," a kiss against her neck. "My heart," a kiss to her collarbone. "My Elphaba," many kisses, lower down to the soft skin he loved regardless and because of it's color.

Later, she did curl up against him, head resting on his shoulder, arm wrapped around his waist. He smiled as he smoothed the long dark hair out of her face and heard her whisper, "My hero."