Send you yellow flowers when the sky is grey?
Elphaba sat by the window, staring out at the dark clouds gathering on the horizon. It would rain soon, possibly thunder.
Elphaba hated storms. She had since she was a little girl. Yet she'd never had anyone to comfort her. Nessa had been younger than her and hadn't been able to offer any comfort. Her father could barely stand to look at her, much less hold her until the danger had passed. She was afraid to admit her fear to Fiyero. He'd only ever seen her as the strong one, fearless in all she said and did.
Right as she thought of Fiyero, the clouds parted to release a deluge of rain drops, accompanied by an extremely loud clap of thunder. At the exact same time, Fiyero entered their cottage. A strong gust of wind blew the door out of his hands, causing it to crash into the wall.
Elphaba jumped and screamed, her frightened eyes meeting Fiyero's startled ones.
Fiyero quickly regained control of the door, shutting it softly. He approached Elphaba cautiously, the way he would a frightened horse.
"It's alright," he reassured her.
She practically leapt into his arms, craving his soothing touch.
Fiyero gently stroked her hair, once again reassuring her that everything was alright.
"Now," he said, after Elphaba had sufficiently calmed down. "Do you want to tell me what was bothering you?"
"It's silly," she said, trying to brush off her momentary fright.
"I promise I won't laugh," said Fiyero, smiling down at her.
"The storm frightened me. And then when you came in and the door got away from you and slammed into the wall, it was too much."
"Being afraid of storm isn't silly," Fiyero said seriously.
"Nessa always seemed to think so. And Father could never be bothered to hold me the way you do, and reassure me that everything would be alright, and tell me that being afraid of storms isn't silly. He could barely look at me, much less touch me in any way. I was the 'green freak' to him."
"Well, you aren't to me. To me, you are beautiful and wonderful and I love everything about you, especially the emerald green color of your skin."
Elphaba looked at him in wonder. "I love you," she whispered, still in awe at the fact that he could and would love someone (or something) like her.
"I love you too," he whispered back. "Oh, I almost forgot. I saw the storm coming and went outside to get you these," he produced a bunch of sunflowers from behind his back, " to brighten up our home."
"Oh, Fiyero. They're beautiful, just like you."
"Thank you, my love," he whispered, before bending down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss.