Their feet pounded against the floor, her tattered dress rustled as she sprinted down the hallway. She held a broom in her hand, he held a gun in his. But with their free hands they held each other. Their hands were clasped and intertwined as they ran, gripped tightly as if they would lose each other if the let go.
They ran in unison, sharing one thought, one goal, one love. Although they were certainly running away from something, they could only think that they were running towards something. They were running towards a better life, they were running towards freedom, they were running towards a life together. They should have been sad for losing their friend, for losing their status, for losing any respect and popularity they once had. But they didn't care, they had each other.
Elphaba felt like her lungs were about to explode from all the running and all the anticipation, they burned in her chest. She didn't even cast a look at Fiyero as they ran, in fear that he wouldn't really be there. She just gripped his hand, as if it were all she had, as they ran from the Wizard's palace. They ran for what seemed like an eternity, until they were someplace safe. The two finally turned to each other, gasping for breath from running.
"Fiyero," Elphaba was able to emit between heaving breaths, "did we really just-"
Her words ended abruptly as he pulled her in for an urgent kiss, a passionate kiss. Their first kiss. The feeling was electric as Elphaba kissed him back with the same urgency and longing. His lips were surprisingly soft, and tasted of mint. He wrapped his arms around her, she ran her fingers through his hair. It was the most intense moment of Elphaba's life, everything prior now seemed trivial.
Their lips parted for a moment, and Fiyero buried his face to her side, kissing her neck while moaning "Oh Elphaba."
"Fiyero," she breathed slowly, wanting to live in each moment, wanting time to slow down. "Oh Fiyero what have we gotten ourselves into?" She smiled wickedly as she asked the question, although she meant the words.
"I don't know, but I like it," Fiyero smiled back, pulling Elphaba into a tight hug.
"I'm serious," she returned the hug, "what are we doing here?"
"Well I don't know about you, but I'm enjoying the fact that I've found my soulmate. My match. My partner. All I want, for the rest of my life, is just to be with you."
"You mean that?" Elphaba let her insecurity show through.
Fiyero pulled back slightly to make eye contact, yet the pair were nearly nose-to-nose. "Elphaba, you are the most beautiful," he kissed her hand, "smart," kissed her forehead, "passionate woman I've ever known." Their lips met again, and Elphaba found herself at ease; she knew that, even if just for this moment, they belonged to each other.