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I just realized that I had completely forgotten about disclaimers! Oops! So anyway, here's one to make up for all the other ones.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Wicked or any characters that you recognize. If I did, I would probably be rich, which I'm not. If I was, then I would give free tickets to all my reviewers! Yay! But I'm not, and I most likely never will be so, here's my story using other people's characters.
As Fiyero walked up the stairs to Elphaba's room he recalled the many nights spent in a different room, in the Emerald City…
Flashback:
"I am putty in your hands," he said, truthfully. "I married a child bride and to preserve my power I haven't been unfaithful. Until now. You are not like her," he said. "You don't feel like her, it doesn't feel the same. You're more secret."
"I don't exist," she said, "so you're still not being unfaithful, either."
"Let's not be unfaithful right now then," he said, "I can't wait," running his hands along her ribs, down the tight plane of her stomach. She always brought his hands to her thin, expressive breasts; she would not be touched below the waist by hands. They moved together, blue diamonds on a green field.
He remembered those days so vividly, and hoped to experience her again. He stopped suddenly, surprised at where his thoughts had taken him. Already he had arrived at Elphaba's door. Knocking softly before he entered he called, "Elphie, are you awake love?"
"I'm here Fiyero, but I'm in so much pain."
"I have something that should help, Fae," he said while entering the room. He quickly drew in a breath, her body was so beautiful, and he longed to hold her, and make her cry out his name in passion. But… first things first. Slowly he went to her side and started rubbing the ointment on her face. It had amazing results; where ever the ointment touched, the burns and blisters disappeared.
"Oh, that feels so nice." Exclaimed Elphaba.
"Mmm," murmured Fiyero
He continued with the ointment moving slowly down her face, then curving gently around her breasts, down her tight stomach, the tops and insides of her thighs, and all the way down to her feet.
"Fae, I'm going to help you roll over now, okay?"
"Mmm hmm" she whispered, too aroused to say anything else.
After rolling her over, Fiyero rubbed ointment on her neck, along her back, and over her round buttocks. By this time he was so hard it felt as if his pants were going to rip. He kept going, though, down her legs and massaging her heels. With one last rub, he was done. His Fabala had never looked so beautiful.
Elphaba turned back over so she was laying on her back looking at Fiyero. "Come into me Yero, I need it as much as you do."
Whipping off his clothes as fast as he could, Fiyero then joined Elphaba on the bed kissing her fiercely.
"Yero, I need you, now." She cried.
So he went into her, fast and furious, for who knows how long until finally he pulled out, both of them overcome by passion and exhaustion.
"I love you so much Elphaba." He whispered.
"I love you too, Fiyero." She replied.
And then, the two tired lovers fell asleep.