Chapter 36.

Rifiuto: Non Miriena

Elements in 35? there were none

Elements in 36?

Fiyero awoke slowly the next morning. He found himself staring at the ceiling. Sometime during the night, somehow, they'd switched places; Elphaba now lay contentedly asleep on her husband's chest. Slolwy, he turned his hazel eyes to the beautiful woman curled up on his chest, her raven hair pillowed under his chin. He sighed.

They'd forgiven each other last night. Secrets had come out, tears had been shed by both parties, and apologizes repeated back and forth. And somehow, in the course of the night, they'd told each other their fears and dreams; confessing things they wouldn't normally talk about. They'd discovered a new peak, rediscovered each other's bodies over the course of the night. A contented sigh escaped his lips, and he gently rubbed her back. She'd forgiven him, and she shouldn't have.

"Humanity is the curse, not you, Yero. Humanity. Never forget that. And never forget that I love you. My beautiful human. I love you, Yero."

Humanity. The curse was humanity. Gently, he squeezed, hugging her gently, before tenderly moving her off of him. He lay her among the pillows and blankets, before getting up and getting dressed. Silent, he tucked the blankets around her, and kissed her cheek, before unlocking the bedroom door and heading down to the kitchen.

Candle looked up, seeing Fiyero in front of her on the other side of the island.

"I haven't seen you in a while, Fiyero. How are things between you and Elphaba."

"Better. We...." He bit his lip. "we made up last night."

"Really? Well that's wonderful." He nodded. "Now, what do you want?"

"I was wondering if I could take breakfast back to our room for Elphaba." She nodded.

"Of course." He watched, silent, as Candle quickly filled a tray with food, and a couple cups of coffee. "There you go, now, I want you to--"

"I know. I'll make sure." She gave him a motherly smile.

"Good boy." He thanked her, and left. She watched him go, before returning to fixing breakfast.

He slipped back into their room, the tray in his hands, to see Elphaba sitting up, curled in front of the embers. She turned, feeling his presence near.

"Yero?"

"I went down to the kitchen and asked Candle if I could bring breakfast back for you." He said, joining her among the blankets.

"You didn't have to."

"I know. But I wanted to." She hugged the blankets to her chest, and he watched her silently, before speaking. "I'm sorry Fae. For everything--"

"Yero, don't. It's done and over with, and we made up. We forgave and now we need to forget."

"Fae-"

"No Yero. I said forget. It's done and over with, so forget it." Then, she leaned close. "Now, let me go get dressed and we can eat." Quickly, she kissed him, before getting up. As she changed- with his help every once in a while- he listened to her soft hum. She was so....happy.....content....now that they had made up. Soon, she returned to his side, and he looked up, seeing the smile on her face. "I love you, Yero." She said, taking his hand.

"I love you too, Dove." He replied, kissing her gently. Then, they settled down to breakfast. As they ate, they talked about everything and nothing, returning to their old selves, their old love. As Fiyero sipped his coffee, he watched his wife finish her porridge. "Woah, Dove, slow down. What are you trying to do? Inhale it? You'll choke."

Elphaba shrugged.

"Tastes good today."

He chuckled softly, watching his wife.

"What?" Slowly, he set his cup down.

"You missed your mouth." Gently, he got the bit of porridge off her skin, before kissing her softly.

"Thank you."

"Welcome." Tenderly, he kissed her. Her arms went around his neck, and his wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. When they broke apart, they spent their time sharing small kisses. "You taste like porridge." He pointed out gently.

"You taste like coffee." She replied. He chuckled, before kissing her again. Their laughter brought Suqari and Chelseqa to the door of their room, and silently, they pushed it open, seeing their children sitting among the pile of blankets in front of the fire, the remenants of breakfast on a tray between them, cups of coffee in their hands, as they shared gentle kisses. Finally, they entered the room.

"Well, it looks like you two are up." Fiyero turned, seeing his parents. Elphaba tilted her head in the direction of the voice.

"Morning Mom. Dad."

"Morning Fiyero. Elphaba." Chelseqa replied. "I hope you slept well." Fiyero glanced at his wife, bouquets of rose rushing to both their cheeks as they sipped their coffee. "Well, we just wanted to see if you two were up."

And with that, they excused themselves, closing the door behind them. As they headed down t o breakfast, Suqari took her hand.

"Do you think they're okay?" She asked.

"I think they're fine."