Author's note: I am straight, have a full head of hair, and a female. That REALLY sounds like Gregory Maguire. (You better have caught the sarcasm there.)

Fiyero made the last adjustments to the highly romantic table. One candle, lit, then the other, there, done. The romantic table was finished. Rose petals accessorized the entire house, from the front door, to the table, to the bedroom, all-leading from one place to the other. Candles glowed lighting the house, all reflecting dancing light, the slowly crawled out light to every place. The table was set for two. The centerpiece a glass blow filled with floating candles and rose petals. With the help of the now setting sun, the house was a romantically dimmed light. He smiled with pleasure at his masterpiece. This would knock Elphaba's socks off.

He heard the door open with a light creak. "Fiyer-oh my Oz." He heard come from the living room. He smiled, and then ran to the kitchen conveniently placed next to the dining room. The steak was perfect, as was the pasta and salad. He set the entire dinner on a platter and took it to the dining room, where Elphaba stood, bewildered.

"Hello." He said to her in the smoothest way possible.

"Hello. Did you-?" She stopped. She had tears in her eyes as she looked at Fiyero. He was dressed in a black suit with a lime green shirt and tie, which was under a blue apron. He was wearing these cute little oven mitts that had little flowers all over them. She couldn't believe it.

She looked at the gorgeous table. The centerpiece greatly complemented the crystal see through table. The candles wavered and tangoed amongst many red rose petals. It was stunning.

Tears began falling from her eyes. She was very flustered from a full day of job-hunting, and her hair strayed and statically jumped from her head. She was sweaty and gross, and didn't look quite as dashing as Fiyero. "I am not dressed for this." She said, diamond blue tears dripping from her eyes.

Fiyero laughed. "I do all this, and that is what I get? 'I'm not dressed for this?'"

"Well, your all nice looking and I am- blah!" She said, starting to feel stupid.

"I just happened to take care of that. Close your eyes, and follow me."

He carefully took her upstairs, and in to the guest bathroom. "You can open your eyes." The bathroom was just as spectacular as the rest of the house. It was cozily set up with candles, and in an already drawn up bath, sat floating rose petals.

"My Oz, where'd you get all the rose-,"

"Don't mind that. It's not important. All that is important is this."

Elphaba was crying again. "Oh yeah, I forgot to show you what you will be wearing, compliments of my new boss…"

"You got a job Yero?" Elphaba said excitingly.

"Yes, surprisingly enough. Now, your dress." He pulled a white box out from under the sink. He set it on the counter, and opened it.

Inside was a striking black dress. Simple, yet elegant, beautiful, yet humble. "Oh Yero! It's- wonderful!" She said for lack of better word.

"I know, isn't it? Now, you get all this time to yourself. Enjoy…"

He waved to her as he exited the dimmed bathroom. She undressed her self, and slipped into the bathtub. The hot water rose up in steamy spirals, and with the steam rose her stress. She closed her eyes, and felt all her troubles float up off her chest with peace and comfort coming in. This, was brilliant.

She took a long breath. After the bath lost its warmth, she got out, blow-dried and curled the ends of her hair, and put on the little black dress. She took a look in the mirror. She felt…pretty.

She walked down the stairs, where Fiyero awaited her with a bouquet of poppies. "Oh, my favorite! Thank you!" She pecked him on the cheek, as she looked at the little orange flowers. He took her hand and led her to the table. He pulled the chair out for her, and sat her down. He poured her a glass of blood red wine. He served her up some food, and then sat down. "So…"

"It's great Fiyero! I can't believe you did this!"

"I know… it's good for me too you know."

"Oh, in what way?"

"I believe you know…"

" Do I?"

"Do you?"

Fiyero laughed. "We sound like feffing secret agents." They both laughed at this. Elphaba had never had Fiyero's cooking before, and was slightly afraid. She cut her steak, and carefully chewed it.

"Well?"

"Oh my gash! I did knaw you could cook like fist!" She said through a mouthful of steak. He laughed.

"Cooking is my specialty."

The small couple like talk continued through out dinner. Elphaba was amazed. She didn't know Fiyero could do this.

"Do you want dessert?" Fiyero asked after she was done with dinner.

"Do you want not to have dessert?" Elphaba said, circling her empty plate with her fork.

Fiyero was at first insulted, but found the meaning behind her words.

He grabbed her hand and they climb up the stairs like excited school children. There was a 'surprising' change in the rose petals on the bed. They were now pink, white, AND red. (A/N: You are pathetic if you didn't catch the sarcasm there.)

Fiyero was the first to sit down on the bed. Elphaba straddled his lap, and they passionately embraced. They both began to be topless. Then shortly following, pantsless. They were on the road to 'underwareless'…

When the doorbell rang.

Elphaba got up from her position on top of Fiyero, pulled on a robe, and answered the door.

"What?" She snapped as she swung it open.

"Hi Mrs. Tiggular!" Oh no. It was that Dorothy girl again.

"What do you want?" she said rather impatiently.

"I was playing Frisbee with my dog, Toto," Elphaba scoffed under her breath. She hated that dog. "…And I accidentally threw it in to your yard. Could I go get it?"

"Isn't it past your bed time?" Elphaba asked angstily.

"No…it's only 7:30…" Dorothy said with a confused look on her face.

"Sure, whatever." Elphaba let her past, and out the back door, and in to the back yard. It was an old cornfield. Fiyero wouldn't even go out the back door, for some strange reason, and sometimes didn't even go in to the backyard. Elphaba thought that it may have been some 'I am a wounded man, and I don't want to admit it, so I won't' thing.

She took over a half an hour to find the Frisbee.

Dorothy came in, and looked around. "Ooo, fancy schamcy. Did you have a party here or something? Ooo, roses!" She ran to the table, and started playing with the petals.

"Fiyero and I were going to bed when you came, so if you don't mind-!"

"Oh my goodness! You have monopoly! I love that game!"
"I need you to lea-,"

"Can we play it?" Dorothy said jumping up and down.

"No. Now please-,"

She ran in to the kitchen as Elphaba grabbed after her to 'direct' her to the door. "Oh goodness! Brownies!" Elphaba ran into the kitchen. She saw two brownies, cut into heart shapes. She figured that this was the dessert that she and Fiyero skipped.

Dorothy stuffed it into her mouth. "Hmmm…bron-ie…" Dorothy said, her mouth full of brownie.

"I want you to-,"

"Hm…" Dorothy waddled out of the kitchen and in to the living room. She plopped on the couch that faced the fireplace. "Do yo- havvve uh T.Fee?" She said as she crammed the other brownie in her mouth.

"A what?"

She swallowed. "You know, a television?"

"No, now please-,"

"You should get one."

"I will, now-,"

"Oh! Look at the time! My Auntie Em is expecting me. Bye!"

She grabbed her Frisbee, and walked out the door.

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TBC

So? What'd you think? We are going to get what happens next later. Bye,

Shi