[I am incredibly sorry for the enormous gap between updates, and to make up for it I bequeath to you, my darling readers, a fluffy Fiyeraba chapter. Enjoy, my pretties!]
Waking up in another's arms was a rare and beautiful experience. It transcended care and reached deep love and devotion.
So Elphaba experienced for the second time on that blissful Saturday. She and Fiyero had sated their heated lust, which had given way to love. Just for that moment, they were alone together, belonging only to each other.
Stirring sleepily, Fiyero blinked his eyes open. The sight that greeted him flooded his insides with warmth. Elphaba lay, every muscle loose, in his arms, nestled into his broad chest. Eyes shut lazily, her usually sharp features held nothing but relaxation and contentment. Fiyero pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, adoring that he could finally do so.
"Good morning, fy nghariad annwyl." My dear love, Fiyero sang in his mind. She is my love, and I am hers. Elphaba stirred, making adorable noises in the pocket of her throat as she woke up. Rich brown eyes sparkled awake, and a glorious smile graced her lips.
"Good afternoon, Yero." She corrected gently, smiling at his shy grin. For all his machismo pride and sexy masculinity, his awkward politeness was sweet beyond honey or sugar. It melted her heart like ice in warmed water. Elphaba was distracted from her thoughts by a roving hand across the side of her body, travelling from waist to thigh and up again, lingering under her breasts. Trapping his wandering hand under hers, she laced their digits together.
"Haven't we explored each other enough, my heart?" She teased, tracing a single finger down the planes of Fiyero's shuddering chest.
"Not when you touch me like that, Fae." Fiyero replied huskily, dipping his head down for a scorching kiss. Elphaba responded in kind, but broke it off when she heard a demanding rumble.
"I do believe your stomach is attempting to tell us something, Fiyero," getting up from the tangled sheets, Elphaba arched her back in one luxurious stretch, before standing up, "Sustenance?" Naked as the day she was born, Elphaba glanced over an emerald shoulder to regard Fiyero. Although thrilled at the way his eyes followed her form, Elphaba blushed a touch at his intense scrutiny. Shrugging on a modest robe, she pointedly ignored the sound of disappointment from the bed, and padded into the kitchen.
Perusing the cupboards, Elphaba felt a little discouraged. She never had much need for food; a cup of coffee or an apple would sustain her throughout the working day. But gazing at her pitiful offerings (questionable yogurt, half a chopped apple and a crumble of vegetable pie) she worried for Fiyero's hunger levels. Straightening abruptly with the intention of making herself decent, she was met with Fiyero's naked body. A noise of surprise escaped her as she slammed into his front. Strong, blue diamonded arms caught her reflexively before she could do herself injury.
"Thank you," Elphaba breathed, staring up into his piercing eyes. The intense spell between the two was broken by another rumble, and Fiyero rubbed his stomach frantically in an attempt to quiet its demands. Elphaba chuckled, the corners of her thin lips quirking upwards.
"I'll have to go out for some food, Yero. I'm afraid I don't have much by way of nutrition." Fiyero frowned.
"Fae, no, I'll go," he argued, charging back to Elphaba's room to recover his clothing, "I can't let you waste your hard-earned money on me." Green hands stilled his, and Fiyero looked up from buttoning his shirt. Elphaba's face held graveness, a seriousness.
"Fiyero, I'm going. If you left my aparment, buttons done up in the wrong holes, people will see and they will know. Let me go, and raise no suspicion."
The gravity of their tricky situation creeped into the room. They could play at being lovers behind locked and bolted doors, but the reality of their precarious tryst would always return. They could only hold it at bay for a few precious moments. Fiyero sat down heavily onto the bed, conceding defeat.
"I love you, Yero," Elphaba kissed him softly, "I'll return soon, my heart." Fiyero kissed back with vigour, hands reaching up to trace her sturdy jawline.
"I love you, Fae." He whispered back. Elphaba left, cloak thrown across her skinny shoulders, heavy boots peeking from underneath the swaying fabric. Fiyero stared at the door, awaiting her anticipated return on bated breath.
[How was that, my lovelies? Please review with any requests and thoughts, you always make me pause for thought.]