Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked.

Here's just some random fluffly stuff that popped into my head today. Enjoy!

"Yero…"

"Yeah?" Fiyero paused just long enough to utter that one syllable before returning his attention to kissing every inch of skin that was exposed by her rather low-cut and tauntingly sheer ivory chemise.

Elphaba sighed in frustration. "You are such a guy."

"Is that a bad thing?" Fiyero cleverly chose to settle on her favorite spot as he asked that, hoping to tip the scale in his favor.

"Well…" Elphaba really couldn't say no to that, so she clung to her original reason for protesting. "I'm trying to read." She brandished her book uselessly even as her eyes closed and her fingers wove themselves into his hair.

Fiyero didn't so much as glance at the book. "So read." Elphaba sighed again, leaning into his hands, and he finally drew back, grinning triumphantly. "You can't, can you?"

"You do seem to be incredibly good at distracting me," she admitted grudgingly. His grin broadened, and she ammended sternly, "I didn't say that was a good thing."

Fiyero's smile was knowing as he patted her shoulder sympathetically. "Why don't you just save yourself the usual hour of trying to resist me and just come back to bed?" he teased. "You know you'll end up there eventually."

Oz, he was infuriating! Mostly because he was right. "Well, aren't we cocky this morning?" she drawled in an attempt to come across as annoyed. All that she succeeded in conveying was resignation- he'd won, and they both knew it.

Elphaba flopped her head onto his chest in defeat, and felt the buzzing sensation as he chuckled. He slipped a hand under her chemise, and she shivered with pleasure.

"You've changed so much…" Fiyero murmured. "The first time I kissed you, and on our wedding night, you were shaking like a leaf, do you remember?"

Elphaba nodded. "Now you're a regular little minx," he continued teasingly, setting her cheeks on fire. "This thing, for instance." He fingered her revealing sleepwear. "This is enough to drive me insane. I personally think I deserve a major reward for letting you out of bed at all."

Elphaba smirked. Very deliberately, she started on his buttons, replacing each undone button with a kiss. "How's this for a reward?"

Fiyero pulled her mouth up to his. "You're going to spoil me rotten, you know."

Elphaba considered this briefly, then shrugged. "A spoiled husband is fine with me." She smiled slyly. "Do you want to know why?" Without waiting for his answer, she crawled into his lap and let her lips hover near his ear. "Because when you're having fun, I'm in heaven."

"Well, that's good," he replied solemnly. "Because I intend to have fun for-" He glanced at his watch. "Oh, at least the next three hours."

Elphaba fought to keep a straight face. "Well, by all means- don't let me stop you."

Fiyero dropped the act then. He laughed gleefully as he scooped her up and started for the bed. "Come on, my little minx. Let's go be spoiled."

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