AN: I gave you two chapters of "Truth Or Dare (Revised)" but you only get one of this. Why? Because THIS is quite a chapter. Those of you who read the original know what's coming here. Which is why this chapter should probably be rated "M."

CHAPTER NINE

"What happens when Nanny realizes you aren't there?" He said as they stepped back from the hug.

"She checked a few minutes ago and I was already in bed. Nanny won't check again until early morning. I snuck out my own window so she wouldn't see me in the hall."

"I don't want you to get into trouble on my account."

"What can she do to me? In three days we'll have graduated and then neither she nor my father have any control over my life. Fiyero, I don't want you to be alone."

"And after graduation? Will I be alone? Or will you come home with me? You don't have to promise to stay, not yet."

She'd been avoiding this conversation, the commitment. But it wasn't as if going home and living with her father was the best option, even without Fiyero as a choice. "I need to go home for a day or two. I can't just abandon my family. I have to at least tell them I reject the position of Eminent Thropp. I have to say goodbye, at least to Nessa."

"Then I'll come with. And then we can go home."

Home? "But you really should go straight home, especially after…"

"It'll only be an extra day or two. I'm already missing the funeral."

She sat down on the bed and he sat beside her. "If that's what you want. But I don't exactly know why you want to be there when Nanny tells my father you took my virginity."

He looked uneasy. "I wasn't thinking about that part. But I can handle it. You shouldn't have to face that alone. You said before, 'it takes two to tango.' I'm not blameless." Fiyero pulled her into his arms. "I missed you."

She pressed her face against his chest, breathing him in. "And I missed you. How are you feeling?"

"I shouldn't be as surprised as I am. I thought I was prepared for it."

"No one is ever prepared for that." She put a hand on his. "What happens now?"

"I take the throne pretty much the moment I get back. I'm… I'm not ready to be king, Fae."

"You will be great," she told him. "You're fair, compassionate and intelligent. What more do you need to be king?"

"A queen." He responded. After a moment he said, "I said that without thinking. I didn't mean to…"

"I'm used to you doing things like that by now, Fiyero." She nuzzled against his chest. Right now he was scared; his future made him nervous. Elphaba understood that she was the only stable thing he had at that moment. He needed her.

"I love you," he told her, kissing her forehead.

And, finally, she found the words. "I love you, too." She met his eyes.

He smiled for the first time in so long, a real smile. "You're not just saying that because you think I need to hear it?"

"Yes and no. I do think you need to hear it. I also mean it. I've loved you for quite some time, Fiyero. But I was afraid to say it, to admit it. So I'm admitting it now, because you need me to. And because I want to."

He kissed her then. She was sure he had meant it to be brief, but emotion overwhelmed her and she pulled him closer and opened her mouth to him. His tongue circled her lips before entering her mouth and teasing hers. Elphaba hadn't realized how much she had missed the feel of his mouth, of his body against her. She squeezed his shoulder, tugging him back onto the bed and above her. His mouth pressed against hers harder, and she let her hands fall to her sides as he unbuttoned her blouse, fumbling.

He traced down her neck with his tongue and nipped at her throat, smiling as she emitted a gasp. Breathless, she tried to say his name, but only the second syllable came out, "Yero."

"I like that," he murmured, his mouth moving lower. He sucked at her collarbone. "I love you so much."

She was afraid her voice would betray her as she said, "I love you, too." Her breath caught in her throat as he circled her breasts with kisses, tortuously slowly. She threw her head against the pillow, whimpering at his touch as he finally reached the center. Her hand found its way into his hair, the other squeezing the bedsheets tightly.

He tugged at her skirt and then her panties, kissing her navel as he did. She arched her hips, silently begging him to go lower. And he obeyed, teasing along her folds, his tongue dipping inside her. His hands were at her breasts, groping, fondling. His mouth was like fire between her legs.

Elphaba sat up and gently pulled him back, her hands going to the button of his trousers. Her eyes met his and she knew what he was asking as he pulled his shorts down his legs. She nodded eagerly and spread her legs further, pleading with him to take her.

And he did. She hissed in elation against the diamonds on his chest as he buried himself within her, touching places so deep she didn't know they existed. Elphaba wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him further and further, moaning in ecstasy at each thrust. She tugged at his hips, wanting to feel all of him. He obeyed and ground his hips to hers. Every inch of him brought her the sweetest bliss.

He dove into her again and again, meeting her lips with his, tongues mingling like their bodies were. She trembled beneath him, groaning softly as he pressed inside of her, hitting something that released shot after shot of pleasure. It mounted within her, and she dug her nails into his back, bucking her hips against his with fervor, knowing that rapturous moment was coming, panting as he moved faster, harder, ravishing her. And all at once, each cell in her body tingled, her brain felt delirious and she cried his name. "Fiyero!"

He looked down at her, still going faster, pulling her against him roughly as he grunted. "I love you, Fae." When he finally stopped, he wrapped his arms around her waist.

She looked up at him. Elphaba loved the way he felt inside her. She didn't want him to pull away yet. "Just stay here, for just a moment?"

"I'd stay here my whole life if I could," he buried his face in her neck. She felt his sweat against her skin.

After a moment, she lifted her hips slightly and he slid out of her gently. She suddenly noticed how much fluid she felt between her thighs, flowing inside of her. But she didn't want to get up. Her body protested even as she scooted over to let him lie beside her. "Do you want me to stay the night?" She didn't want to leave. Elphaba didn't even want to stand.

"I want you with me every night," he told her.

"I do, too. Especially if it's anything like that."

He stroked her cheek. "That was…"

"Amazing? How on earth do we not remember the first time?"

"I have no idea." He paused. "You're not bleeding now, are you?"

She looked between her legs. There was fluid, but none of it looked like blood. "I don't think so."

"And it didn't hurt? You made a noise at the beginning."

"It was a good noise. I'd never felt that before - not that I remember, anyway - and the intensity of it…" She flushed. "Let's just go to sleep."

"Naked?" He teased.

"There's no reason not to." She rolled over and placed her head on his chest. "I love you, Yero." She closed her eyes.

The last thing she heard before she drifted off was, "I love you, Fae."