AN: It's still not out of my system. This one picks up where the previous one left off.

More love

They were lying in each other's arms, cocooned inside a nest made of their clothing. They were snug and warm and comfortable, curled up under a tree in the Great Gillikin Forest.

Elphaba was sleeping. Fiyero knew he should be sleeping, too. Tomorrow, they would have to make plans, they would have to run and hide, find a way to escape the Gale Force. They would have to struggle to stay alive.

But not now. Now, they were together, and everything was peaceful and just… perfect. He couldn't bring himself to fall asleep for fear of missing something, anything, that might change his life forever.

Things like the soft flutter of Elphaba's eyelashes when she was dreaming. The gentle sigh that escaped her lips as she snuggled closer to him. The way she scrunched up her nose, even in sleep, as he lightly traced her features with his index finger. Things he wouldn't miss for the world.

With her in his arms, he felt… whole. Complete. Happy. Peaceful and calm all over, despite everything. It just felt right.

Elphaba's long, silken hair was pooling around her as she slept, creating an ebony halo that surrounded her face. Fiyero could not stop running his fingers through it; it felt so soft underneath his touch. Her skin seemed to glow in the moonlight, giving her an almost ethereal appearance, the pale light casting patterns of shadows on her face. She looked like an angel.

He could continue to look at her like this forever.

Her long, black eyelashes fluttered for a moment, and then her eyes opened. "Yero?" she whispered, her tone anguished.

He could see the fear, grief and terror in her eyes for a moment, right after she opened them, and he gently drew her closer. "Did you have a nightmare?"

She nodded wordlessly and he kissed her softly – her lips, her eyelids, her forehead. "Don't worry," he whispered between kisses. "I'm here, Fae. I'll always be here. I'll protect you."

A soft sigh escaped her lips, and she nodded again. He cupped her face with one hand, lightly caressing her cheek with his thumb as he looked down into her dark, chocolate brown eyes. It had been far too long since he had been this close to her. Close enough to see the small flecks of gold in her irises, close enough to feel her breath against his lips, close enough so that if he leant forward just an inch, he could press his lips against hers… which he then did. It was an earth-shattering kiss, one that left him breathless and dizzy, yet craving for more. He kissed her, again and again and again.

After a while, she burrowed deeper into his arms, tucking her head under his chin as his arms closed around her, protecting her from the world. "Fiyero," she whispered, her voice husky with sleep. "I want to be yours…"

He kissed the top of her head. "You're mine," he promised her softly. "And I'm yours. Forever. No matter what happens, that will never change."

She closed her eyes, but he could tell that she was still thinking. "I want to marry you," she whispered after a while, an edge of sadness creeping into her voice. "I want to be yours in every way possible. I want… I want to be your wife, I want to have a family with you… I want the whole world to know that I love you, and you love me... but we could never…"

"Yes, we can," he whispered, tangling their legs together as he pulled her flush against him, looking into her eyes. "The world knows," he said. "I let them know the moment I came with you. By now, all of Oz must know."

She bit her lip worriedly. "But…"

He laced their fingers together, bringing them up to rest over his heart. "I, Fiyero Tiggular," he said softly, "hereby take you, Elphaba Thropp, to be my… well, not lawfully¸" he acknowledged with a small smile, "but still… my wedded wife, to cherish and to hold, until death do us part. I promise to love you, I promise to take care of you, I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure that you will be safe, and I promise to protect you with my life. You are my light, my life and my heart, and I will be yours forever."

She kissed him, long and deep, before pulling away and saying breathlessly, "I, Elphaba Thropp, hereby take you, Fiyero Tiggular, to be my wedded husband, to cherish and to hold, until death do us part –" She was cut off when Fiyero suddenly pressed his lips against hers again.

"I wasn't finished yet," she protested when he pulled away, but he shook his head.

"You don't have to," he said. "There's nothing you could say that I don't already know. You don't need words to tell me how you feel, Fae. I see it in your eyes every time I look at you." He kissed her again. "I love you," he said. "So much. My wife."

"Yero my hero," she murmured against his lips, a smile gracing her features. "My husband."

He pulled her against him again and she curled into him. "Mine," she whispered.

"Yours," he agreed.

And no matter what might happen tomorrow, in that moment, they were consume by a blissful happiness. Tonight, the world belonged to them. Tonight, she was his, and he was hers.

Tonight, everything was perfect.