Elphaba looked at Fiyero as if he had a bee in his hair. "What?"
He shied away. "I already told you… do I really have to say it again?"
"I'm just not sure if I heard you correctly…" she said. "Now, what was that?"
He bit his lip stubbornly, but leaned in anyway, to whisper in her ear. When he pulled away, he smiled weakly and fiddled with the fringe of the blanket, looking embarrassed.
"So…" She leaned in closer. "Really?"
"Maybe," he said back, cautiously. "But I haven't told anyone else so keep it to yourself, Elphaba."
She scoffed. "Who am I going to tell?"
"I don't know." He smiled. "The person you're cheating on me with?"
She shoved the pillow in his face. "Or… how about… the wife you're cheating on… with me?"
Fiyero laughed and pulled the pillow away, shoving it behind him. "I can see it now: 'Sarima is it? My lover's wife?', 'Lover?', 'Indeed, Fiyero is cheating on you with an emerald-skinned woman… anyway; I want to tell you a secret that he told me, but not you, because he loves me more! Ha!'"
"Wait… you love me more?" She smirked and struggled to get his pillow again.
He put one arm on her forehead to stop her. "The point is you would never tell Sarima… because I know you wouldn't."
She snickered. "Right. You just keep thinking that, now."
He kissed her. "No one?"
When they broke apart, she sighed, and unbuttoned her shirt. "No one."
