She reached and touched the face that had been made of straw only moments ago. "Look at you."

He hugged her. "I knew we'd find a way."

"We didn't necessarily find one, it just kind of..."

"Hush." He kissed her passionately.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back like she'd never kissed him before, though, of course, she had. "Thank Oz."

He began to slide his hands - now skin rather than cloth - down her body. Quickly, he reached for the zipper at the back of her dress. "Do you want to...?"

"Not now." She stopped him, though she was smiling. "We have as long as we want to do that later."

He grinned. "We do, don't we?"

She hugged him tight against her. "I... I love you."

He titled her chin. "I love you, too, Elphaba."

Suddenly, she pulled away. "Fiyero!"

"What?"

She glared at him. "Did I not just say 'not now'?"

He looked down at himself, laughing. "That wouldn't be there if I wasn't human."

She rolled her eyes and sat back down on the bed. "Fiyero, I've never..."

"I know." He replied, taking her in his arms. "Neither have I."

"You mean you and Glinda never...?"

"No. I couldn't get my mind off of you."

"You really loved me... all of that time?"

"Yes."

She shook her head. "Unreal."

"No, it's very real."

"I never thought that you could love me."

"For a while, I didn't either." He sighed. "But I love you."

"And I love you," she said, incredulous. "I just didn't expect it."

"Well, things happen and you don't always expect them."

"But I normally can."

He took her hands. "You can't predict love, Elphaba."

Her face flushed. "I guess not."

Dropping her hands, he moved towards the window. "It doesn't look so nice outside."

He was right. The clouds were darkening and, across the city - whatever city it was that they were in - there was lightning. "Well, it's a good thing we're inside."

"There's nothing to do."

"Yes, there is," she said, changing her mind. "I guess since we don't have to wait until later..."

"Are you sure?" He asked tentatively.

"Yes."

They took the afternoon to explore one another's bodies, glad to have more than just one moment. Curiosity took it's time, and by the time they had decided they were sufficiently done with their "exploration", there was a knock on the door. "Room service."

Elphaba jumped. "One moment," she called, pulling on her dress.

Fiyero stopped her. "Maybe I should get it, now that I look a bit more... normal." He said, trying not to be offensive.

She understood and nodded. Lazily, she buried her entire body under the blanket. "I'll be waiting."

Fiyero laughed and pulled on his clothes. Quickly, answered the door. "Yes?"

"Do you want your room cleaned, sir, or will you be staying another night?" Asked a blonde woman who had a cart pushed in front of her with cleaning supplies.

"We'll be staying, and I think we'll stay in the room the rest of the day," Fiyero said, looking towards the bed. "Thanks, though, ma'am."

"Enjoy your stay!"

Fiyero sat back down on the bed. "The people in this world are really friendly."

Elphaba came up from beneath the blankets. "Sounds like it. Maybe they'll be more accepting of a green person."

"How can they not be? You're so wonderful, it's easy to forget... plus, I like it."

"You do not." She accused.

"I don't think it makes any difference." He said, rephrasing his sentence.

"You're sweet."

"It's because I love you."

Elphaba sighed and got dressed, disappointing Fiyero, who'd been looking forward to another "exploration" in bed. She stood near the glass doors that revealed the small balcony outside. "The rain looks different here."

He got up and put an arm around her, looking outside as well. "It's shinier."

"More silvery."

Fiyero grabbed both of Elphaba's hands. "Let's dance in the rain."

"You're kidding me. I have nothing else to wear, I don't want to get my dress wet!"

"It'll dry. Besides, it needs to be cleaned somehow, even if you have to be wearing while it happens." Fiyero teased.

Elphaba was still hesitant. "I don't know. I mean, if the rain looks different here, who knows if it's safe to go outside?"

Fiyero gestured to the people walking on the sidewalk beneath the window. "They're having no problems."

"They don't seem to like it."

"A couple of them do."

"But we're not like people in this world."

"We certainly look enough like them."

"I don't."

"But you were never allergic to water before, why should you be now?"

"I told you, it looks different. This might not be your average, run of the mill type of water."

"Just stick your hand out, then." Fiyero begged, opening the doors.

Elphaba sighed in resignation. "I guess I have no other choice."

"Try it. It feels good." Fiyero said, stepping outside into the rain.

Elphaba stuck her hand out and gasped.

Fiyero looked at her. Green was dripping from her hand. Oh, no! What if water really did melt her? "Elphaba?"

But now she was laughing. The green was not remnants of her skin, but it was washing away, as if something in the water was removing the green tinge from her skin. She stepped all the way out onto the balcony and danced around. "Maybe we'll both fit in here, after all."

AN: Join my WICKED forum, the link is in my profile. I hope you liked my update. This one was an idea of my friends, to have water not melt her but wash away her greenness. Maybe there's something special in our water, or something. Lol.