Title: You'll Lose Your Heart to Me!

Rating: Hhhmmm…

Archive: Like anyone would do that.

Disclaimer: Yep! I own them (hint: still cleaning the sarcasm out of the gaps in the keys).

Summary: "Please save her, my sweet rose, my brave…Don't leave me till my sorry life has ceased. Alone and heartless here, just the boy in the mirror; just him and me. The Heartless Fool of the East. We deserve…Each other…"

Author's Note: So, you reviewed, I smiled. I could thank you each individually, but that would take time (minus the fact that I can do that not so publicly). It would be a clever ruse to lengthen the fic…Hhhmmm…I apologize if this is short or confusing, but I changed my mind, and this should be the last flashback-y chapter.

Chapter Six

"I've called you Nessa before." He brushed his fingers through her hair and pushed her back onto the bed. Her eyes had a light glaze over them. The darkness of her eyes drew him in for a second. Her irises reflected the dim light filtering in through the window, and he couldn't help but enjoy it. Boq shifted to the left and stretched out beside her. She might have been wicked, but right now she was sick and confused. His right arm was underneath her neck, and his fingers curled around her shoulder. The short nails touched the edge of her cloth covered collarbone. Her body shifted, and he watched her neck arch towards his fingers. A small sound escaped her throat.

"Nessa, what are you doing?" She jerked her head to look at him; her eyes were wide.

"I'm sorry." She turned her head away from him, but Boq cupped his left hand around her cheek and pulled her back. Their noses brushed as he brought her back to face him. He heard her sharp intake of breath. He shook his head.

"Nessa, it's fine, but only for tonight." He nudged her nose with his, and he didn't think that the laugh that escaped her throat would thrill him so much. Nessa reached up and ran one hand across his shoulder. He chuckled. "Come here." Boq pulled her onto his chest. His body dwarfed hers, and she curled up against his side. The top of her head brushed his chin. He sighed. One of his arms was draped across her slim waist with his fingers balanced on the tip of her hips. The warmth of her skin seeped through the fabric, and Boq flattened his hand against her flat stomach. His other hand found its way to the back of her neck and stroked her hair. He breathed in. Nessa…

"So, I know you need to talk, but could you explain what's going on, Ms. Glinda?" Dorothy stared up at Glinda with innocent eyes, but Glinda caught the spark of cunning and intelligence under the dull shine of innocence. She shot a quick glance at Boq.

"All right, Ms. Gale. Boq, you will sit there and not move. Should you, we'll hear you." Glinda led Dorothy into a room to the right of the kitchen, and she inwardly wished that she could push this off because of Dorothy's involvement, but it had to be now. "You'll need to sit down. This is a long story…"

-INSERTTHESTORYOFWICKEDHEREWITHDOROTHY'SINTERJECTIONS-

"You mean she wasn't really wicked?" Dorothy's eyes were wide with shock and tears. "I killed an innocent woman?" Glinda patted the girl's hand.

"Yes, well, she had lost everything-her sister, her lover, her life…" Glinda sniffed. "I tried to stop her."

"And that woman up there is her sister, the Wicked Witch of the East?" Glinda nodded, and wiped her eyes with a small, light pink handkerchief; she didn't smear her makeup. "Didn't you say her name was Nessa…?"

"Yes, Nessarose; Elphie-"Glinda fluttered her manicured hand. "-Elphaba took care of her for years until…Well, you know now. We lost track of Munchkin land because of what was going on with Elphie, but I wish I had noticed. Nessa became so obsessive." Glinda kept the other side of the conversation to herself. 'But I suppose it was my fault…'

"Well, I think we should go back to Boq. Ms. Gale, if you would go tend to Nessarose; I think she'll need someone there when she wakes up."

"Of course, Ms. Glinda." Dorothy pushed herself up from the chair and walked out of the room. Glinda sat there staring, thinking, and coming up empty. She couldn't let him do it; for Elphie's sake.

…She smelled of lavender and jasmine and vanilla; oh Oz! did she smell good. He let his eyes close as she ran her fingers across his forearm. Wait! No, what was she…Her finger tips caressed the skin of his lower arm, and he sighed contently. Her fingers traveled up her arm to his shoulder. He shouldn't be enjoying this. Nessa buried her head into the crook of his should and let her hand come to rest on his chest. He shouldn't be enjoying this. Nessa let out a breath and the warm air hit his skin just beneath his ear. He shouldn't be enjoying this. Boq's fingers began to curl around her waist and she took a deeper breath. He shouldn't be enjoying this. Nessa tightened the arm around his neck and shifted closer to him. He shouldn't be enjoying this. He wrapped one of his legs around her own. He shouldn't be enjoying this. She swept her other hand through his hair. He shouldn't be enjoying this! Stop! Boq-

"You're being nice to me." Nessa's voice was soft and sleepy, and her lips brushed his ear as she spoke. He nodded and swallowed. "Thank you, Boq."

-lost the battle. He was enjoying this.

-TBC-

Sorry if you don't like the flashbacks, but I promise they serve a purpose. If I have any more they'll be extremely short. So, as always, read, enjoy and review. 3