Wicked=Not Mine
A/N: Yay, I'm back! Sorry for the long, unbearable absence. I missed you all! School was ridiculous for these past weeks, but I finally get to enjoy a break before fall semester starts! I cheated a little on the word count for this one…shhhh, don't tell anyone! Oh, and thanks to all of you who read, review, favorite, and alert. You guys are fantastic!
Crocodile
"I bet her skin is as rough as a crocodile's," said a little girl as she passed Fiyero.
But Fiyero knew the truth far too well about Elphaba's skin. It wasn't coarse like a crocodile's, but smooth and supple to his touch. It wasn't a harsh green, but a gentle green that lulled one into a comfortable slumber. It couldn't be melted with water, and when Elphaba emerged from her baths, her skin always glistened with the moisture that still clung to it.
Fiyero sighed, his memories getting the better of him once again. Her skin wasn't as rough as a crocodile's, but her heart must have been, for she left him with no warning. But even as he tried, he couldn't muster up enough bitterness to hate her. The memory of her soft skin wouldn't allow him to.