Haughty and Disaffected Like All of its Kin
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, even Malky.
Author's Note: I'm not purposely neglecting this story. I did, however, just start a new job, and move, and the new apartment does not have internet access currently, so I'm taking it wherever I can get it amidst my days of rehearsals. The Olympic gymnastics distraction hasn't helped…
Chapter 5
I trotted across the floor, rising from m bed in the clean clothes, to have a listen of Elphaba and Fiyero's conversation. They stood by the counter, Fiyero leaning in closely. They were both whispering. What was it they didn't want me to hear.
I leapt upon the counter, and landed smack in a pile of flour. The nasty white powder covered my paws, and the force of my landing raised up a cloud into the air. I pawed at it, only making the disruption worse.
Elphaba and Fiyero broke from their conversation, and laughed at me. I should like to see them fighting a furious cloud of flour.
"Aw, Malky…" Elphaba cooed, barely concealing her snickering. Fiyero did not even try. He just continued to cackle.
I scurried across the countertop to the windowsill, and sat down, glaring at them. Elphie reached up to pet me, and I swatted at her.
"Fine, be that way. See if I feed you tonight."
What!?
"Elphie…" Fiyero laughed.
"She's being obnoxious."
Oh am I? I lept back down from the windowsill into the flour, and played with it, swatting it this way and that. With a swipe of my paw, I speckled them with a wave of flour.
"Get out of it!" Elphie barked.
Make me. I sat down.
She lifted me, holding me at arms length, and I fought against her, flouring the floor all the way to the stairwell where she threw me.
She returned to the counter, and Fiyero, while I crossed to the sofa and sat down. The room was covered in white speckles and paw prints. I was pleased. I looked over at the two lovebirds. Fiyero patted his hands into the flour, and grabbed Elphaba by the waist, pulling her into a deep kiss. When they broke apart, she had white handprints on her hips and up her back.
"Oh, I'll get you back for that," she smiled.
"For what? The kiss?" he grinned, as she took a handful of the flour and threw it at him. He smiled, and turned from her, busying himself drawing something in the white layer.
"What are you doing?"
Yes, what was he doing? I scurried back to the windowsill, avoiding Fiyero's artwork. In a fine layer of flour he had traced 'Fiyero & Fae', and enscribed it within a heart.
"Don't…"
"What?"
"Don't use that name?"
"Why Elphaba-Elphie-Fabala-Fae?"
"Please. Don't say it so loud."
She turned form him, and crossed to the bed, sitting down.
"Sorry. If its that important…"
"It is."
He knelt beside he, and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her neck. She turned, and kissed his forehead, then pushed him upon his back. Fiyero laughed, and pulled her onto of him.
On the windowsill, I turned away.