AN: Just for fun, see how many lyrics you can catch. What can I say? It helps with the writer's block :-D


They sat in her room to study as it was actually relatively quiet. Galinda was off with her crowd of admirers, and the girls next door had finally stopped giggling and shrieking about whatever. Elphaba returned to her work having again lost her place. Distractingly, Fiyero had kept leaning very closely, though she was certain he hadn't read a single word. How could he with his eyes glued to her the whole time?

"Why do you keep staring at me?" Elphaba finally snapped, a little disturbed as his oddly penetrating eyes never left her.

"The way your hair swings over your eyes," Fiyero affectionately brushed a strand back behind her ears, "is very hypnotic." He kept playing with the wandering lock, and she felt her breath catch as his fingers twisted themselves in her hair at the nape of her neck. She lost herself in the sensation for several moments before pulling back.

"You're tangling it." It was not a chastisement, merely a statement. Her head tilted back and up, eyes half-closed, she licked her lips anxiously.

"Mm…Can't have that now, can we?" He teased, lips brushing her temple, succeeding in closing her eyes the rest of the way. He pulled back, snagging a brush from the table. From behind her now, he used one hand to hold her head still, caressing her chin lightly in the process. The other hand pulled her long hair away from her face too fall loosely down her back. He separated a lock, brushing it with a skill that surprised her. Soon she was entranced by the feel of fingertips and brush combing through her hair.

Who would have ever guessed that brushing hair could be such a sensual experience? How could he steal her breath away, make her heart pound like this, without even a single kiss?

"There," he whispered in her ear. "All done." His fingers slipped through the truly tangle-free hair. "Can I tangle it some more now?" His mischievous smile was entrancing. She nodded dreamily, and he couldn't fight the arrogant smirk that crossed his face. When he made no move, she shook her hair gently against his hand, a catlike motion for attention, but he shook his head. "No, I have a better way."

His fingers did tangle in her hair again, but it was to pull her to him. He kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her neck, and pressing her into the bed, he ran his hands over her sides, her neck, her back. Her shirt pulled up slightly, he ran his fingers lightly across the thin strip of bare skin on her abdomen. Her head tossed on the pillow, giving him better access to whichever side he wanted. Intoxicated by him, she shivered, and her restless shifting and stretching at his touch certainly was tangling her hair.

"I love the way you taste." He murmured into her neck, pulling her shirt down to cover her again. Showing remarkable restraint, he pulled away, and they were momentarily awkward with each other. She was still getting used to the touching that was acceptable now, and he clearly was uncertain what the line was.

Elphaba got up, not certain what to do, and walked toward the door. "It's getting late, and you should go home before Galinda gets here. Maybe we should call it a night."

"It's not that late." He slid his arms around her. "I don't want to go home right now." His voice was so serious, surprising for the almost always playful Fiyero. He walked her back toward the bed, the only furniture in the room that could hold them both. "Please? I promise to be good." There was the roguish Fiyero she knew, puppy dog eyes that flirted at the same time.

She sighed heavily. "You can stay. That's not going to work forever, you know?" she said as sternly as she could manage, though from his impish smile he knew better. "What do you want to do then? You won't study, and if you're going to be good…"

"Well, I don't have to be good if you don't want me to be." He traced lightly on her arm, and she fought the desire to give in. She had already done enough of that today.

"Nice try," she said more coolly than she felt, and she sat down on the edge of the bed with her arms crossed defensively against his charms. She would be strong…heaven help her she would.


Fiyero smiled. He loved when she did that, made him work for her attention. She was definitely a challenge. He felt himself getting turned on as he let his eyes wander over her, all sass and so unimpressed, though he knew it was all just a game between them. And he did love a good game. "What?" he said in what he hoped was his most innocent voice. "I was just offering."

"Uh huh." She was clearly unconvinced.

"Well, I can't help it if you're irresistibly beautiful." She scoffed loudly, and he fought a broad grin. "I see you roll your eyes. You know it makes me smile." He brushed his thumb across her face lightly, seeing that she was starting to melt a little. He continued teasing arrogantly, "Acting all tough, but you know you want me."

With wide eyes, her jaw dropped at his nerve, and she shoved him, though it lacked conviction. He caught her arm and pulled her back to him. Trapped in his arms, she struggled to break free halfheartedly.

"So what do you want to do? I think you already know what I want." He teased her relentlessly, loving the way her eyes flashed. She was so fascinating and beautiful, an enigma that he found very alluring.

She managed to break free, and he leaned back to signify his defeat. "We could always go back to studying and actually get some work done this time."

He made a face. She was far too serious sometimes, and he told her so. "Let's just talk," he offered casually. After all, there were many parts of her that he was curious about. He lay back on the bed, relaxed with both arms behind his head.

"About what?" Her voice clearly showed her skepticism.

Using all his charm, his smoothest voice said, "Tell me your secrets, and ask me you questions." He saw she was falling under his spell, so pulling her to lie against him, he continued, "Anything you want to know, I'll tell you if you'll do likewise."

She was tempted. He was as foreign to her as she to him. She was a curious being by nature, that much he knew, so the opportunity to explore him at her leisure (he smiled to himself about how he would prefer the exploration done) would be too impossibly intriguing to ignore. "How will I know you're telling the truth?" she asked suspiciously.

"You'll have to trust me." She didn't look impressed by his answer, so as candidly as he could, he said, "I won't lie to you. You have my word."

Feigning annoyance, she huffed, "Fine. Ask away."

He had intended to chivalrously offer her the first question, but he couldn't resist, "Would you like to kiss me now?" At her murderous face, he retracted it, "Ok, ok, ok, just kidding. Um, what's your favorite color?" He let his arm fall around her, relaxed and peaceful, enjoying her warmth beside him.

"That should be fairly obvious. Black. You?"

He let his eyes wander over her lustfully, fighting the urge to lick his lips suggestively. "I'd have to say green." She rolled her eyes, and he grinned broadly at her, his eyes twinkling.

"You do that just to upset me, don't you?"

He leaned into her, "Not quite. I do that because you are spectacularly gorgeous when you're annoyed."

She looked at him through narrowed eyes, accusingly. "You promised to tell the truth."

Confused, he tilted his head. "I am." At her suspicious face, he realized what she was implying. "I see." Tenderly, he swept her hair from her face. "You don't know how lovely you are," he said softly, "but surely you know by now how attractive I find you. If you can't accept yourself, as least accept how I see you." She blushed at this, her eyes refusing to meet his as if afraid to know of the honesty behind his statement, so he contented himself in stroking her hair. He was thoroughly addicted to it. It captivated him, shimmering lightly in the soft lamplight. He found himself riveted by it more than once, especially on those days when the wind gave it a life of its own, swirling and dancing in the eddies of breeze like it was caught in the breath of fairies.

Finally she asked, "What do you want to do with your life?"

Fiyero sighed. Leave it to Elphaba to ask a tough one. He considered it, but in terms of honesty, the only answer he could give was, "I don't know. I guess I hadn't really thought of it. I suppose I want to make my family proud, and I want a family of my own. I never really had much say in my future, so I guess I just never really gave it any thought." She seemed appeased, though it was really less than half an answer. He had many questions chasing through his head, but he settled on, "Why do you always push people away?"

"I don't push people away; they run away. There's a difference." His chastising look told her clearly enough that he didn't believe she was following the terms of their agreement. "Fine. It's just easier if I don't give them a chance. That way I don't feel…"

"Rejected?" She seemed surprised that he would understand. "Just because there are people around me doesn't mean I'm unaware of what it's like to be lonely."

He didn't elaborate, but after a moment she volunteered, "Besides, people really do annoy me. They're so … ridiculously petty, vain and caught up in the most trivial things. Most of the students at Shiz are more concerned with how to attract the opposite sex to care about anything actually important."

"And you don't care about anything so trivial as that," he teased, tracing her lips with his fingertips.

She rolled her eyes, trying to hide her blush. "It's not what matters most to me."

"But it matters?" he sensed victory.

"Why do you feel the need to push it?"

"Why won't you answer my question?"

"Why can't you let it go?"

"Why can't you just admit it?"

She flung herself at him, using her feminine wiles to distract him from his moment of victory. He thought about forcing her to prove his point, but decided her lips were more pleasantly occupied as they were. After many long, timeless moments, she pulled back, breathless. "So, my turn?" He nodded, lips returning to kiss her jaw line as she spoke.

"Why me?"

He pulled away, surprised. "What do you mean?"

"Why would you choose me?" she asked almost shyly. Elphaba, fearless, sure of herself Elphaba, was constantly surprising him with her insecurities. Her delicate combination of confidence and modesty was very becoming.

"Are you serious? You're probably the most enticing girl I have ever met. You're pretty, intelligent, challenging, witty, bold, mysterious, strong, funny, sexy… Not to mention you kiss like fire burns." He allowed himself to dwell on the thought for a moment, then shrugged. "You just make me want to be more than I am, and I've never felt that way before."

She was blushing strongly now, "Like fire?"

He held her gaze, letting his heat for her burn in his eyes, and then nodded slowly not releasing her. Her coy smile was enough to drive him crazy. She was thoroughly incomparably sexy. Every single thing she did just made him more attracted to her. As with their first kiss, he felt irresistibly drawn to her, as if his lips were impossibly pulled to her magnetic ones.

He lost himself in her, feeling as if he had won the prize in their lovers' game. What a prize it was, at that. If he had this instead of grades to motivate him in his schoolwork, he would be the valedictorian. Perhaps he should mention that to her, seeing as she always wanted to help him study. He preferred the study of Elphaba personally, and he practiced it in every class with lots of homework. If he could have, he would get his doctorate in it.

Better focus on his studies now, he decided as she sighed softly in his ear, if he was going to impress the teacher.