This one-shot is rated a high T to M. Proceed with caution.
Yeah, this is a sex one-shot. I mainly wrote it because I think every good author should have the ability to write an excellent sex scene without it being smut. Not that I have a problem with smut. I just don't want to write it. Anyway, you know the drill, I'm not going to ask for reviews, but they are very appreciated and taken very seriously. I've re-written one of these already because of a reviewer's suggestions. And the one-shot came out a lot better because of those suggestions.
Also, a huge shout-out to my wonderful betas, HaChosenOne and Lady Tiggular. These two are amazing and have given me wonderful advice for this and encouragement as well. You guys are so awesome.
So, enjoy!
His heart pounding from their frantic departure from the Emerald City, Fiyero flopped onto the ground as he looked at Elphaba, her shoulders heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Carefully avoiding his steady gaze, she sat down beside him and pulled her knees up to her chest while he examined her face. She was older, somehow, warier and colder, though her eyes were wide with fear and hurt. He inched closer to her, moving his hand to caress her back; she jumped slightly at the contact, but soon relaxed into his soothing touch, her eyes closing lazily.
"Why did you come with me?"
Her voice startled him out of his reverie, and his hand stopped rubbing circles on her back as their eyes met.
Shifting uncomfortably under her scrutiny, he replied in a soft voice, "I wanted to. I had spent so long searching for you, pretending to be someone I'm not, that I couldn't bear the thought of watching you walk away."
"But what about Glinda? Do you really…I mean…," her voice trailed off as she blushed slightly, her attention moving to focus on the ground.
He stroked her cheek gently, "I care about Glinda, but I've never loved her. I…Elphaba, I love you and I can't live without you."
Pulling away from him, Elphaba refused to meet his eyes or respond to him. Confused, he just sat still and watched her. The years had left their indelible mark on her, and he had never felt more unsure about anything than he did at that moment. Carefully, he edged over to her, his fingers brushing against her long hair; he slowly unfastened it, his breath catching slightly as his hands tangled in the silky strands. Pulling her into his arms, he rubbed her back soothingly and pressed a kiss into her black hair. She turned her face to look up at him, and on a sudden impulse, he brushed her lips with his. Shocked by his boldness, she pulled away, unsure of what she should do.
"Elphaba," he whispered, kissing her forehead gently.
Slowly, she pushed a strand of hair out of his face before capturing his lips with hers in a chaste kiss. Encouraged, Fiyero cupped her face in his hands as their mouths moved together. As he slipped his tongue into her mouth, she shifted into his lap, making him groan from the close contact. Suddenly, he pulled away, smoothing her hair out of her face.
Confused, Elphaba asked, "Is something wrong?"
He shook his head, "No, it's just…"
Her eyes widened with understanding, and she immediately moved out of his lap to the ground, "I thought this was what you wanted."
"Elphaba, it is," he replied, taking her hands in his. "But I don't want this because you feel obligated since I left with you. I just want to know that you want me, that you…that you love me."
She looked down at their joined hands, a slight smile on her face; carefully, she moved her hands to his face, her slender fingers caressing his skin. Touching the scar on his chin from the Lion cub, she kissed it gently before gazing into his eyes.
"I love you," she whispered, trembling.
With a grin, Fiyero pulled her into his arms, his lips finding hers, a sigh escaping from Elphaba's mouth. Desperate to hold her closer, he pulled her into his lap, her legs moving instantly to straddle him. He trailed slow kisses along her jawbone to the small amount of her neck her dress revealed. Feeling his control on his desire starting to slip, he stopped his worshipful kisses as his fingers played with the buttons of her dress. Her breathing erratic, she opened her eyes to see him staring at her.
"Are you sure?" he asked her, his voice barely a whisper.
She nodded her head and leaned back into him, her mouth moving lovingly down his neck. Eager to feel his skin, she pushed his shirt off his shoulders, her hands quickly moving to caress his chest. In her curious exploration, her fingers brushed against the waistband of his pants, making a moan escape from deep inside his throat. Smiling uncertainly at him, she let her hands drop; carefully, Fiyero unfastened the first button of her dress, watching her face. As his hands quickly undid her buttons, she closed her eyes as ecstasy washed over her, making her tremble in anticipation beneath his wandering fingers. Holding his breath, Fiyero slid the dress off her body. She opened her eyes again to look at him as he simply stared at her beautiful green skin in the moonlight, her hair falling over her shoulders and down her back.
"You're beautiful," he breathed, laying her down gently onto the grass as his mouth began to place delicate kisses on her graceful neck.
Tangling her long fingers in his hair, she sighed as his lips worshipped her skin, and she soon brought his face back up to hers so she could kiss him with a ferocity that made them both feel they would explode just from the wanting in their very veins. Growing impatient with Fiyero's slow pace, Elphaba almost ripped his pants when she attempted to remove them. Sensing her desperation, Fiyero pressed their bodies together, pulling a groan from her mouth. Taking her hand in his, he kissed her as he slid inside her body; wincing, Elphaba squeezed her eyes shut.
"Are you okay?" Fiyero asked softly, pushing some of her hair out of her eyes.
"I think so. Just, wait for a moment," she replied, kissing him softly.
A few seconds later, she shifted against him, both of them moaning from the feeling. Slowly, Fiyero started to move against her, trailing kisses down her neck to her breasts; as their pace quickened, she started to rock her hips with his body, her long legs wrapping tightly around his waist as her head fell back from the waves of pleasure washing over her.
"Elphaba, Fae," he moaned into her ear, his eyes hazy with the bliss of being with her, feeling her around him.
Digging her fingers into his shoulders, Elphaba bit her lip as the sensation grew bigger, sweeping both of them away on a tidal wave of something unnamable, pure rapturous feeling flowing through them. Her muscles clenching together, she clung to him desperately; unable to hold onto his momentum any longer, he plunged into a heady floating world where they only existed together, their bodies glistening with sweat, their movement slowly calming down as they grounded themselves to the solid earth, their bodies still quivering.
"I love you, Yero," she mumbled as he rolled off of her and onto the ground.
He grinned as she moved her head onto his shoulder, "A nickname already?"
"I do recall you just giving me one in the throes of passion. I feel entitled to the right to have a special name for you, my dear," she replied, smiling.
He kissed her forehead and pulled her cloak over them, "Good, because I like it."
Snuggling into him, she shivered from the cool night air.
"I just wish I could be beautiful for you," she said softly.
Frowning, Fiyero sat up, cradling her in his arms, "But you are."
She silenced him with a finger against his lips, "You don't have to lie to me."
Frustrated, Fiyero looked at her, unable to understand how she could think she was ugly; his hands brushed through her silky, black hair as he stared longingly at her full lips.
Giving her a long kiss, he replied softly, "It's not lying. It's looking at things another way."
She smiled, but as she opened her mouth, she paused, a sound on the wind ringing in her ears.
"Did you hear that?" she cried, jumping up and pulling on her dress. "It sounds like someone's in pain."
"It's just the wind," he said carelessly as he tried to pull her back down beside him.
She brushed him off, "My sister's in danger."
"What? How do you know?" he asked quickly, his brow creasing with worry.
She shook her head, "I don't know. I just do…"
"What's wrong, Elphaba?" he demanded as her face went slack with shock.
Staring off into the distance, she replied, "Don't you see it?"
"What do you see?" he asked, confused.
Her hands trembling, she traced a path in the air in front of her, "It doesn't make any sense. It's a house, but it's…it's flying through the sky. I have to go to Nessa!"
Grabbing her cloak, Fiyero bounded to his feet, "I'll come with you!"
"No, you can't, it's too dangerous," she replied, fastening her hair into place.
As she started to run off, Fiyero grabbed her arms, "Listen to me. My family has a castle in Kiamo Ko. There's no one there except for the sentries who watch over it. We've never lived there."
"Where do you live?" she asked curiously, her interest piqued.
"In the other castle," he quickly explained. "But, you'll be safe there. It's the perfect hiding place with tunnels and secret passageways. Just, promise me."
"I promise," she said softly as he hugged her to him.
She started to leave after he let her go, but turned back.
"Fiyero, we will see each other again, won't we?" she asked quietly, biting her lip.
With a soft laugh, Fiyero pulled her back into his arms, "Elphaba we're going to be together forever. You can see houses flying through the sky. Can't you see that?"
Nodding, Elphaba pressed herself against him as they kissed tenderly before she ran off into the inky night, glancing back at him as she took off into the stormy skies on her broom. As she flew away, Fiyero glanced around the woods before heading in the same direction.
