Rifiuto: Non Miriena

A/N: Written: 2005, Found: 2018.- Licia

The winter holidays were a first for Elphaba and Trism as a family; though only two months old, Faola could spend hours in her mother's arms, staring out the window at the snow as it fell. She was adored by her parents as well as the rest of the household. Glinda adored her goddaughter, and insisted that when the little princess got older, she should come visit Gillikin so as to give her parents a few days to themselves.

With her pale skin and black curls, she was the mirror image of her mother, with the exception of her eyes, which were all her father.

"Are you sure the diamonds won't hurt her?" Elphaba gently removed the baby's mouth from her breast, holding her against her shoulder and rubbing her back.

"Did your diamonds hurt when they were added?" His wife asked, kissing her daughter's hair.

"Not really, but my diamonds were added when I was ten, not when I was eight months old. That's a big difference."

"Darling, relax," She replied, as he took his daughter into his arms and allowed his wife to stand. "Her diamonds won't be added until June; that's six months away."

After changing the little girl and getting her ready for bed, the young king laid her in her bassinet, kissing the baby's forehead before following his wife out of the room. With the door left open a crack, he followed his wife to their bed, shutting and locking the door silently behind them. They changed for bed in silence, before,

"Fabala, she's a baby."

His wife turned to him, releasing her hair from the twist she'd put it up in earlier. "I know that, Tris. But I also know that it's tradition. All royal Fliaanian children have the diamonds tattooed by their eyes when they reach eight months of age. All my sisters had it done, I did, my brother. Why should my daughter be any different?" She finished, climbing beneath the covers. He met her gaze.

"Why shouldn't she be? Fabala, she's my daughter, too."

"I know she is, darling." She replied, reaching up to brush her fingers through his hair. "But there are some traditions you simply do not break."

He leaned over, kissing her soundly on the mouth. "Such as making love to my wife the way a wolf does with its mate." He growled softly, pulling her into his lap so that she was straddling him. She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck as she narrowed her gaze skeptically.

"Since when did that become a tradition?"

He tugged gently at the light nightgown she wore, slipping his hands beneath it and up her back. He kissed her firmly, before pulling away and removing the nightgown and her knickers. "I'd say it's relatively new." He countered, as she helped him out of his pajamas and then allowed him to shift her to her hands and knees. He trailed kisses down her back. "Can we?" He asked, suddenly wary. She turned to him, sitting back on her knees and taking his face in her hands.

"Doctor Dillamond said nothing about not. I'd say it's safe, my love." She replied, kissing him. "Besides, I want to feel you in me again." He groaned softly as she scooted back, pressing her hips into his.

"You are not making it easy to resist you, Fabala."

She giggled, turning to meet his gaze. "Good. Because I would rather you have me than resist me, my king." She whispered, kissing his gently, her fingers trailing down his stomach to tease and stroke him. Another soft groan escaped his throat, and after several minutes, he gently pushed her back onto her hands and knees. He trailed a finger down her spine, before lightly grasping her hips and pushing into her.

She moaned in pleasure, her moans getting longer as he adjusted to being inside her again. As he shifted, he brushed against the bundle of nerves between her thighs and she cried in surprise. "Fabala?" She shook her head.

"It's okay... oh, keep going, my king... and please... do it again... you... brushed against me and... it felt so... oh, so good..." He pushed into her; the rhythm familiar by now, they fell into it easily. Their groans of pleasure spurred the other on, once more mating like dogs in heat. "Harder, my king... keep going... I need you... inside me..."

Since Faola's birth, Elphaba had worried that her husband had lost interest in her or turned to other women. She needn't have worried though; Trism's blue eyes only focused on her; they only looked at her, and the only time they ever strayed was to drink in the sight of their beautiful little princess. Elphaba was his; she was the only woman who could satisfy him, body, heart and soul, and no one would change his mind. She was his queen, the one that mattered, the most important piece in this game. To stray from her would be to deliberately lose, and Trism was not the kind of man to make a move deliberately, especially if it did not benefit him, his family, or his kingdom.

She moaned softly, shifting her hips against him, knowing full well the reaction she would get. He thrust into her, harder, deeper, and she cried out in delight. "Oh, my Fabala... my beautiful, Vinkun queen..." Deeper, harder. Bruises were forming on her soft porcelain hips, bruises he softly kissed away before thrusting faster. The rhythm picked up, hearts quickening with each movement.

"Deeper, Tris... please... I'm so close..."

"Oh, Fabala... almost..."

Before Faola had made her appearance, her parents often spent all night making love; but since the baby's arrival, the young rulers had quickly learned that stealing a few moments for each other was next to impossible, so on nights like this, they often took their time getting reacquainted. As they cried for each other in beautiful release, they savored the feeling of being together, of simply being a couple, because as young parents and rulers, they did not know when next they would have time like this to themselves.


She was silent, lost in thought, barely listening as the Prime Minister spoke.

"... Your Majesty!" She looked up, drawn from whatever had been running through her head by the Prime Minister's voice.

"Yes?"

Cherrystone glanced at the young Vinkun king; Trism still sat in on meetings with Parliament. Mostly, he kept silent, except when Elphaba asked for his input or opinion. But today, his beloved wife had said next to nothing during meetings; if anything, her head appeared to be stuck in the clouds. "Excuse me for saying so, but have you lost your senses, Your Majesty? You are acting as a woman acts when she is with child-"

Elphaba lifted her head, and then, after a moment, stood; all of Parliament stood with her, and Trism hurried to his feet. "You guessed correctly, Prime Minister. I am acting as a woman with child acts because," She glanced at her husband. "Because I am with child again." And without another word, she strode out of the meeting, leaving her husband to catch up.


"Fabala! Fabala... wait!" She ignored her husband, making her way to the waiting car. "Fabala-" He grabbed her arm, causing her to turn. "When were you going to tell me that you are pregnant again, my queen?"

She met his gaze, biting her lip. "I realized a week ago, when I missed my cycle." And then climbed into the car, waiting for him to join her.

"Are you sure, my love?" He asked, once by her side. She nodded.

"I know my body, Tris. I have all the symptoms. If I'm right, we conceived at the beginning of the month, and this new little one will arrive..."

"August." He whispered, reaching over to take her hand. "Are you sure you want to do this?" She met his gaze. "Having another baby, so close to the first-"

"They will not be close, Trism, they will be eleven months apart."

"That is still fairly close in age."

"You and your brother are only ten months apart." She replied, and his blue gaze darkened. "Papa and my Uncle Shem were only nine months apart in age. Why is this baby any different?"

He sighed, knowing she was right. "But do you really think we're ready for this? Another baby?"

She curled into his side as the car made its way back to Colwen Grounds. "We're going to have to be, my love."