Chapter 9.
Rifiuto: Non Miriena
A/N: This chapter pushes it to between a high T and a high M.
A/N: I know they're only fourteen, but for Oz's sake, they're husband and wife, for crying out loud! So deal or stop reading!
Thanks to lizziemagic for reviewing 6 and 8.
The reception was a quiet affair, that both preferred. They sat together during dinner, squeezing hands every so often. Halfway through the reception, Fiyero's mother separated the pair, leading Elphaba back to what would be her and Fiyero's room.
She stood with her back to the queen, taking calming breaths to slow her racing heart.
"Elphaba, you do know what's going to happen tonight, don't you?" Elphaba looked up into her mother-in-law's hazel eyes. Silent, she nodded. "I wish you two could wait, however, that's not the case. I don't know what your customs are in Munchkinland, but here, the bride and groom aren't allowed to wait. If you two only weren't so young..."
"I understand." Elphaba choked out. She nodded.
"Fiyero understands the situation, you both do. Take your time. We don't check the sheets here like they do in Munchkinland." Elphaba nodded, noting silently the queen's knowledge of her daughter-in-law's home customs. She squeezed her shoulder, before leaving. Once alone, Elphaba wandered around the room. Several candles had been lit, and the covers of the bed turned down. Perfumes floated in the air, and a fire crackled in the fireplace. Slowly, Elphaba perched on the edge of the bed, waiting.
She didn't have to wait long.
A soft knock sounded on their bedroom door.
"Come in."
Slowly, it opened, and Fiyero silently slipped in, closing and locking the door behind him. He stayed where he was, watching her. Elphaba waited for him to come to her, and when he didn't she spoke up.
"You don't have to be afraid of me, Yero. I don't bite."
Slowly, he joined her, sitting next to her.
"I....I know. I'm just...I'm sorry. We....we shouldn't be doing this." Her head snapped up.
"Why not?" She demanded, her voice firm. She searched his eyes. "We're legally married, aren't we? Husband and wife. And this...is what husbands and wives do, don't they?" He nodded, agreeing. "Then why shouldn't we? We're married. Why shouldn't we do....this?"
He sighed.
"I just....don't want to make you do something you don't want to do or will regret."
She listened, before reaching out and taking his hand. Then, she leaned over, capturing his lips in a hesitant first kiss. Slowly, she broke the kiss, looking into his hazel eyes. Her voice soft, she whispered,
"I won't regret this, because it'll be with you. And who said I didn't want to do this?" Then, she recaptured his lips, deepening the kiss, her free hand reaching up to tangle in his hair. He soon caught the spark ignited in her heart, and followed her lead, gently moving her further back on the bed. They lay in bed, kissing, their hands roaming gently over cloth. Finally, he pulled away, looking into her eyes, whispering,
"Are you sure you want to do this? Because we don't have to. We can wait." She shook her head, reaching up to trace his jawline.
"I want to. And we have to. Yero, we can't wait. You know it, I know it. And they don't check the sheets like they do in Munchkinland." She sat up, taking his hand, before laying back down as he climbed on top of her. Gently, he kissed her. "I want this, Yero. Please, my beautiful husband. Please." He met her eyes.
She nodded, as they slowly undressed each other. Once they were stripped of clothes, they continued to kiss, their hands slowly roaming over each other. Soon, Elphaba broke the kiss, looking into his eyes. She cradled his head in her hands, her forehead pressed against his, their noses rubbing. Teasing each other with kisses, they stayed silent for several moments, before Elphaba, her voice thick with the sound of seduction, whispered,
"I'm ready, Yero. Please. I'm ready." He nodded gently, kissing her tenderly.
"Are you sure?" She nodded again, faster this time. He kissed her once again, and slowly, gently, entered her. She gasped, hissing in pain as he broke her.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I can stop if--"
"No. Please, Yero, keep... keep going." He did as she ordered, going slow so as not to harm her anymore than he had. Her legs gripped his sides, and his hands tangled in her long, raven hair. A soft groan escaped her throat, and his heart fluttered. When they reached their peak, collapsing in each others' arms, Elphaba held his eyes, gently pushing on his chest.
"I'm sorry, Dove."
"It's not that, Yero. I just...." She sat up, letting the blanket fall from her breasts. Taking a deep breath, she slowly climbed out of bed. "I want you to look at me." He joined her, doing as asked.
Her breasts were small, her waist tiny, the perfect hourglass. He let his eyes roam over this girl- this woman- that was now his wife in name, heart, body and soul. Her skin was beautiful, and in the light of the fire, glowed like a fresh cut emerald. She waited for his approval, as her eyes also roamed over her husband. Both came to the same conclusion.
Beautiful.
In a shaky whisper, she asked,
"Well?"
Instead of speaking, he went to her, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her. Quickly, her arms went around his neck, as his went from her face to her waist. Gently, he cupped her bottom, and she jumped into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist. They returned to the bed, letting their passion overtake them as their hearts began to beat as one. Her legs tightened around his waist, as he kissed her deeper.
"Again Yero. Again." She begged, gasping as he did as told, entering her gently, and then faster at her urging. She dug her nails into his back, and arched her back, her legs tightening around his waist as he drove deeper, filling her. Both cried out in pleasure, their voices mingling in a symphony of love. Over the course of the night, they reached their peak- a peak niether knew they had.
When they finally collapsed in each others' arms, spent, Fiyero asked,
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Concern laced his voice. She met his eyes, gently reaching up to trace his jawline.
"You did." He turned from her.
"I'm sorry, Fae. I'm so sorry. I knew we shouldn't have done this tonight." She caught his chin, turning him back to her.
"Don't apologize, Yero. And even if we'd put it off, we'd have done it sometime, and it would be the same. It would hurt. But it was a good hurt. A very good hurt. Yes, it hurt at first when you broke me, but....but that's normal. And afterwards....Yero, it's a pleasant hurt. A wonderfully, beautifully, pleasant hurt. It's a good kind of hurt, Yero. A good kind."
Tenderly, she reached up, tracing her fingers over his features, her eyes meeting his. She gave him a small smile, which he returned, before capturing her lips in his. Their arms went around each other, and they began again.
