Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked, and the characters and lyrics depicted in this story are not mine. I am simply borrowing them from Gregory Maguire & Stephen Schwartz for a little bit of wicked fun.

Chapter 21 - As Long As You're Mine - The Wicked's Perspective

We made our escape through window of the abandoned the tower I'd entered through earlier. Now with the revelation that Fiyero wanted to be with me, I knew that Fiyero had deliberately left the window open for me.

Fiyero climbed onto the broom behind me, his strong arms wound tight around my waist as we shot across the night sky. He directed me to fly north-west and descend into a clearing in the middle of the Great Gillikin Forest. When I asked him why, he told me that he had sent all of the Wizard's patrols to the east, into Forest of Fighting Trees, so we wouldn't be at risk of being discovered here.

Once we landed Fiyero set about making camp, and it wasn't long before we had a campfire for warmth and protection during the long night ahead. I hadn't packed any supplies, nor had Fiyero, all we had were the clothes on our back, his rifle, and my broom.

I took off my hat and sat it on a low branch next to where I rested my broom. I shed my cloak and spread it on the ground for a makeshift bed, thank Oz it was only early autumn, and the nights were still mild. If we were travelling through winter I don't know where we might have found shelter. Luckily the pine trees looming above us had shed their soft needles recently so at least we would be somewhat comfortable on the forest floor.

Fiyero had finished checking the perimeter of our camp, and he strode back to the fire to put a few large logs on to burn through the night. After one last scrutinising glance around, Fiyero rushed over and gathered me into his arms. He ran his hands softly over my shoulders and back, as if trying to reassure himself I was really here with him, and not some figment of his imagination.

He wasted no time in leading me to the cloak on the ground and we knelt before each other, not quite touching but our faces were close enough to breathe the same air. I held my hands with my palms facing him, and he didn't hesitate to entwine his fingers though mine, caressing the backs of my hands with his thumbs.

I don't know who moved first, or if we moved at the same time, but suddenly our lips touched in the sweetest kiss. The same spark I'd felt when I took his hand the day we rescued the Lion cub reignited at his touch, and I released his hands in order to thread my fingers through his hair. My hands stopped at the nape of his neck and I deepened the kiss as I pulled him closer. He seemed to have the same idea, if thoughts were even possible, and he loosened my hair from its braid and ran his fingers through its length.

He was kissing me too fiercely, holding me too tight. But the pressure was welcome, I needed help believing he was with me tonight. I broke the kiss, resting my forehead against his. I shook my head a little as I caught my breath, willing my heart to stop racing in my breast.

'My wildest dreaming could not foresee,' I confessed to him in a whisper, 'Lying beside you with you wanting me.'

He didn't say anything right then, but he didn't need to. His azure eyes were expressing more than a thousand words could say. And just for this moment, as long as he was mine, I'd lost all resistance and I felt as if I'd crossed a borderline. A borderline that I would never regret crossing, and it was only because Fiyero was with me. I didn't know what the future held, we could be captured or worse, killed tomorrow. All my magic and all his strength might fail us. And if it turned out it's over too fast, I'd make every last moment last. For as long as he's mine.

Fiyero heard Elphaba's hushed words, but he just couldn't summon a reply. He was still in awe that she was finally in his arms, pouring out all the love and desire she'd kept locked away all this time.

Maybe he was brainless, maybe he was wise, he thought to himself. But she had him seeing through different eyes. He pulled back from where their foreheads met to look into her eyes. His hand came up and he gently brushed his fingers along her cheek. 'Somehow I've fallen under her spell,' he thought to himself, 'And somehow I'm feeling it's up that I fell'. Fiyero was completely mesmerised simply by the sight of her.

Every moment as long as she was his, they'd wake up their bodies, and make up for lost time. Fiyero spared a thought about what may come, as he tried to memorise every facet of the beautiful woman before him. Say there was no future for them as a pair, and though he may've known this, he didn't care. Just for this moment, as long as she's mine. He without another thought he dipped his head to kiss her again.

I felt more than saw Fiyero pull back for a moment, and I saw his gaze deepen and I could almost see the thoughts running through his head. He knew as well as me, that this was but an oasis in time amidst a tumultuous situation waiting to sweep us away.

But for now we would come be how we want to, and see how bright we could shine. Together. For tonight we would borrow the moonlight, until it is through. And I wanted him to know that I'd be here holding him, for as long as he's mine.

Fiyero pulled me close and kissed me again, and I revelled in the sensation, savouring every moment. He wrapped his arms around me, and without breaking the kiss he laid me down on the cloak. He ran his hands along my arm and down along my ribcage, and my breath hitched in my throat. Our kisses became more demanding, and every touch between us charged the atmosphere. I was his and he was mine, and we would be together even if it was just for this night.

My fingers found the buttons of his uniform coat, and he found the fastening on my dress. Not wanting to waste a single clock-tick, knowing we were only borrowing the moonlight available to us, we gave ourselves to each other. We rejoiced in the intimacy of two people becoming one, and allowed ourselves to be overwhelmed by the passion and the love that had been concealed for too long.

We lay entwined together in the early hours of the morning, wrapped snugly in my cloak. We had quickly dressed back into our discarded clothes before settling down to sleep, as the nights could be quite cool. My head rested against Fiyero's chest as his fingers played with a lock of my hair. I looked up at him, and when he caught my eye I looked away shyly. The incredible intimacy we had experienced dissipated for a moment. I was unfamiliar with physical touch, let alone the closeness we were sharing now.

My mind was still reeling from the heady and overwhelming sensations from before, but some of my thoughts were surprisingly coherent. This really had happened, Fiyero and we're reunited. And he felt the same way I did. Fiyero, who was not only one of the Wizard's Captains, but my best friend Glinda's fiancé! Holy Oz, I could hardly believe it was true. All of these thoughts running through my head translated into my body tensing enough for Fiyero notice.

'What is it?' he asked me tenderly, peering into my eyes.

'It's just for the first time, I feel…wicked.' I was hit suddenly with a feeling of self-consciousness. 'I just wish…'

'What?' he asked. I sighed, but decided to be honest with him.

'I wish I could be beautiful, for you.'

'Elphaba–' Fiyero began, but I cut him off.

'Don't tell me that I am. You don't have to lie to me.'

'It's not lying.' he said, the sincerity in his voice warmed me to my very core. 'It's looking at things another way.'

His voice grew fuzzy, as if I was listening to it from the other side of a long tunnel.

'You and Glinda will make up–' he told me. A rushing noise like a strong wind gust screamed in my ears. It almost sounded like someone crying out in agony. I stood up abruptly in response.

'Shh…Listen!' I told him. 'Do you hear that? Sounds like somebody in pain.'

'No, it's just the wind.'

I felt as if a stone was sinking in my stomach as the premonition hit me, and a single thought accompanied it.

'My sister's in danger.' I said.

'Wait, how do you know?' asked Fiyero.

'I don't know, I just do.' This felt the same as when I had that vision-like prophesy, but instead of the promise of the future, this one held the urgency of the present.

I saw something whip across my field of vision as I looked up into the sky.

'Oh!' I exclaimed in terror and threw my arm up to point at the flying object.

'What is it? What's wrong?' he asked as he jumped to his feet.

'Look there.' I said still pointing, he tried to follow where I was indicating but his brow furrowed as if there was nothing there. 'Don't you see it?'

'No. What do you see?' he asked concerned. I squinted my eyes to make it out more clearly.

'It doesn't make any sense.' The shape grew larger and I finally recognised it. 'It's a house. But it's flying through the sky! I have to go to Nessa!'

I scooped up my hat and broom making ready to set off into the sky.

'Wait! I'll come with you.' Fiyero insisted as he grabbed his rifle.

'No, you mustn't! It's too dangerous!' The last thing I could bear was having him hurt trying to protect me. After living so long without him, and finally being reunited, I didn't know what I would do if I lost him. I saw him silently nod, and a wave of relief washed over me.

'Listen, my family has a castle out west in Kiamo Ko. No one's been there for centuries except those who watch over it. We have never lived in it.'

'Where do you live?' I asked him.

'The other castle.' he said, as though owning two castles was a common occurrence.

'Oh, of course.'

'It's the perfect hideout, secret passageways and tunnels. You'll be safe there.'

'We will see each other again, won't we?' I was stalling, I didn't want to leave him, but I needed to find Nessa and reassure myself that she was okay.

'Elphaba, we're going to be together, always.' Fiyero said, pulling me into a tight embrace. He released me and I prepared to take off. 'You can see houses flying through the sky, can't you see that?'

I couldn't, and that's what tormented me. I glanced at him one last time wishing with my entire being that I would find my way back to him once again. I leapt into the air, the broom ascended quickly as I willed it to fly fast and high to the east towards Munchkinland and whatever tragedy awaited me there.

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