Moving his left arm slightly, Fiyero winced at the sound of the crackling straw that comprised his body. He sighed and looked in the direction of the garden to see Elphaba tending the rows of vegetables near their small cabin.
Smiling slightly, Fiyero wandered over in her direction, "Working hard?"
She looked up, a grin on her face as she wiped her hands off on the pair of black pants she was wearing, "Do you want to help?"
As he walked over the soft dirt, he stumbled and Elphaba quickly grabbed his arm.
"I'm made of straw, not porcelain," he muttered under his breath, straightening up.
"Right, sorry," she replied softly, taking a step back from him.
Turning her attention back to the tiny garden, Fiyero bent down to help her.
As she looked up at him, he smiled sheepishly, "I'm sorry, Elphaba. I'm just not used to being so awkward and in the way."
Shrugging, she merely flicked a piece of hair out her eyes, "It's all right, Fiyero. You should probably go back inside, though. It looks like it will rain in a little while and you don't need to get wet and moldy."
With a sigh, he stood back up and started to head back to the cabin. After he got inside, he noticed the threatening grey clouds overhead and turned to the window to watch Elphaba work in the rapidly fading light. As she pulled up some weeds, the clouds finally broke and spilled out heavy sheets of rain, startling her from her work. She started to move towards the cabin, but she turned back and twirled slightly in the rain, her loose braid falling into her face as her thin white shirt clung to her emerald skin, revealing a hint of softly curved breasts. Laughing, she turned her face up the sky, reveling in the cool raindrops on her skin as Fiyero watched longingly from insidea mix of frustration and pain at his confinement on his cloth face. Looking back over her shoulder she saw him sitting there and staring at her, causing her to instantly stop as she saw the look on his face; quickly, she moved inside to find some dry clothes.
A few minutes later, Fiyero felt a pair of arms circle him from behind and a pair of lips brush against his rough cheek. Relaxing into Elphaba's arms, Fiyero closed his eyes lazily as her damp hair surrounded their two bodies like a curtain.
"One day, I'm going to find a way to change you back," she whispered.
Confused, he turned to face her slightly, "What do you mean?"
She pulled away from him, her hair falling into her face, "I thought that was what you wanted. You can't be happy as a scarecrow."
"Well, it's not really that much of a difference from what I was before," he said, jokingly, pushing her hair behind her ears and cupping her face gently. "As long as you're happy, Elphaba, I'll never be unhappy."
Closing her eyes, she relaxed slightly at his touch, "I want to fix what I did. I want to be able to touch you, Fiyero. I want you to be able to walk without falling down. I want to be able to make love with you in the rain. I want everything for us."
"You want to make love in the rain?" he asked, a grin spreading slightly on his face.
A gentle blush spread across her cheeks, "I always thought it would be very romantic. Stop grinning, Fiyero, or I'll put you outside."
"But I'll mold," he protested.
"That's not my problem, now is it?" she replied, cocking an eyebrow.
He merely laughed and pulled her back into his arms, "You're very funny. So, is this changing me back thing going to be your next project?"
Sinking into his straw-filled chest, she smiled, "Yes. And hopefully, I'll have you changed back by the next time it rains."