[Emy, you have been one of my most consistent reviewers, and you always have something sweet or positive to say. For all your compliments, I thank you. When I got your last review, I was in school and the e-mail came and I read your message and I smiled so big. I couldn't not smile, it's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me about my writing. I'm so happy that I can bring you into a magical world, and this is why you deserve this shoutout. Here's the new chapter, my pretties!]
Elphaba and Fiyero lay entwined on the bed, Elphaba sat with her spine to Fiyero's front, marking papers. His fingers drawing pattern on her belly, Fiyero entertained himself by just watching her. Every time a student made a good point she'd nod her head a fraction, making an approving sound. If it was a weak argument she would mutter "must try harder..." under her breath. Her quill flew across the parchment, leaving constructive criticism and pointers in her spidery handwriting, correcting errors, both spelling, grammar and biological.
Fiyero most enjoyed watching her face. Elphaba's features were so expressive when she wanted them to be. A pupil got a fact wrong, she'd frown, brow furrowing. A pupil displayed lacking knowledge, she bit her lip, worrying at the soft skin there. The Vinkan Prince especially loved that reaction, it made him want to kiss those nibbled lips.
Sighing as she finished one essay and pulled another towards her, Elphaba felt a loving kiss to her temple, manouvered awkwardly because of her glasses. She spared a soft glance towards Fiyero, amazed at his patience.
"I'm sorry, my heart, these need to be marked by tomorrow." Fiyero merely smiled in understanding.
"I know, Fae. We're a frustrating bunch." He chuckled. Elphaba scowled a touch, not enjoying the reminder of his status as her pupil rather than her lover. At his kind expression though, she softened.
"Not you, Yero. You were only frustrating for a week at most. After that you bucked up your ideas and knuckled down to work." Thinking back, Elphaba recalled Fiyero turning in his first passable essay, dark circles under his eyes, lack of sleep drawn onto his face in charcoal. She smiled fondly at the memory of his yawn as he slid the paper towards her.
"Do you know why I started working?" Fiyero purred in her ear, hands hugging her tighter around her middle. Elphaba shivered at his touch and shook her head.
"I wanted your attention. I thought if I worked, I'd get it." Elphaba smiled at the honesty, flattered, but more than a little mystified as to why.
"You wanted my attention? Well, you certainly got it! 'I'd like to have sexual intercourse.'" She mimicked. Fiyero groaned in embarrasment, burrowing his face into Elphaba's neck.
"I was under your spell," he mumbled against her skin, still unwilling to show his face, "You were utterly entrancing."
"Codswallop," Elphaba blushed furiously, "I am not in any way, shape or form, entrancing." Fiyero lifted his head, hearing the refusal.
"Yes, you are. Your eyes have me dreaming without sleep. Your smile has me flying without wings. And your mouth has me shackled without chains." He disputed. Nearing her mouth at ever sentance, Fiyero finally kissed Elphaba, exhibiting his devotion to her. She kissed back, stroking his face with her fingertips.
"I love you," breathed Elphaba, dazed, "I love you." The fingertip trails on her stomach flattened to a palm pressed against her abdomen. Fiyero gently rubbed it, kissing down her body.
"I love you too, Fae," his lips caressed her throat, admiring the glow she had, because of his kisses and, of course, the pregnancy, "Ti yw f'annwylaf, f'emerallt." You are my most beloved, my emerald.
Elphaba loved hearing those emotive words uttered by Fiyero in his mothertongue. It melted her roughness, and made her feel, with it's rawness and power. Fiyero shifted, so that he was in front on Elphaba, and relished the full access he had to her body.
As his mouth reached her middle, Fiyero kissed the fabric of her black frock gently, knowing his child was behind it, safely enclosed in the love of his life. His hands cupped her hips for support.
As a thought struck him, Fiyero looked up at Elphaba abruptly, and he opened his mouth.
"Will you marry me?" he asked.
"Well, that was abrupt." Was all Elphaba could think to say. Fiyero bit his lip worriedly. Elphaba had a point.
"You're right, I should have built up to it." Just as he was about to launch himself into a speech, Elphaba pressed a skinny finger to his lips.
"Why do you want to get married, Fiyero?" she asked simply, "It's as official as can be. I'm even pregnant with your child, for Goodness sake!"
"I know, Fae, but-"
"Is it because you don't want the baby to be bastard?"
"No, Fae. Stop putting words in my mouth. I want to get married because I want to start my life with you, start my family with you. I want you to have my children. I want to wake up next to you every morning and know you're mine." Elphaba melted.
"I'll always be yours, Yero, just as you'll always be mine." They kissed once more, gasping for breath once they separated.
"So," Fiyero swallowed, "what do you say? Holy matrimony?" he held out a hand to her, hoping against hope that she'd agree. She went one step further. Elphaba leant down to kiss his hand, pressed it to her belly and whispered;
"Yes."
[Read and review please! I'm thinking about introducing some angst soon...]