Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked. Or the song that inspired this story.
AN: This idea came to me from a song we did in choir. A lot of the beginning dialogue is from the second movement, called The Pasture, of a three movement piece called "Where The Earth Meets The Sky". The music was written by Z Randall Stroope and the lyrics were written by Robert Frost.
"I'm going out to clean the pasture," Fiyero called, putting on his coat and scarf. "I shan't be long."
Elphaba rolled her eyes lovingly. "You always say that. And it always takes you at least an hour."
"It won't take long!" he insisted, "I'll only stop to rake the leaves away!"
"Of course. And then you'll stare into the river for who knows how long."
"It's a beautiful river. But I promise this time. I won't be gone long. I shan't-" he suddenly looked at her differently, as if seeing her in a new light, "Come with me."
"What?"
"You come too."
Elphaba was in a state of shock. Fiyero hadn't let her out of the cottage since they'd moved in. Of course, she'd gone out. But never without secrecy or an argument. The last thing she'd expected was for him to ask her to go somewhere. "Aren't you afraid we might come across someone who wants to cut off my head?" she chimed sarcastically, but regretted it when he grimaced.
"Of course. It doesn't matter where you are; I'll always worry about that. But, today, I'm willing to risk it."
He kissed her gently and took the woolen scarf off of his neck. Soon, it was tightly wound around half of Elphaba's face. He then found an old winter hat for her, making only her eyes visible. "I don't think you can't take care of yourself. I just-"
"Don't want to love me," Elphaba finished, "I know. I know."
Even though she had no intention of going anywhere, Elphaba understood Fiyero's fear. She worried about him the same ways. It stemmed from both lovers having come so close to losing each other too many times. Even though she felt like he underestimated her, Elphaba let it happen. Hoping someday, he would become less controlling, she allowed her face to be covered as he led her from their home.
Hours later, the couple lay in the pasture, a blanket separating them from the damp grass, and their hands gently entwined.
"Thank you for asking me to come with you."
"Thank you for coming."
She sat up, slightly joking, "You thought I wouldn't?"
He pulled her back down, "I knew you would."
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
And their lips met. They were both gone a very long time.