"Oh yes, yes, yes! I love you. I really, really love you. Oh, that's so good. Fiyero!" Elphaba closed her eyes as ecstasy so good it almost hurt made its way through her body. Rolling away, she felt a thick dampness between her thighs and she looked at Fiyero. "Did you pull out to early?"
"Why do you always have to be so blunt?" Fiyero sighed. "I swear, you almost ruin things."
"If you already came, I couldn't have possibly ruined it. Besides, we've been doing this for two and a half months, my love. We should be honest with each other."
"True." He allowed this much. "But really, Fae, you don't have to start talking about it that way. It's like saying something dirty in an elegant place."
"You think our love is an elegant place?" She blinked, realizing she'd implied that they shared love, though she couldn't know the answer to that question, as he still hadn't expressed his feelings the way she had.
What a surprise, that she had said "I love you" and Fiyero had not. She, the unexpressive one, the cold, drawn back one, had spoken of her emotion and he, the honest, naïve and beautiful one had not. It was a strange turn of the tables; that much was true.
She looked back at him. "Fiyero?"
She had yet to tell him that they would not be together Lurlinemas Eve. Fiyero, ever the romantic (aside from his aversion to the words "I love you"), would protest heavily, she knew. So she avoided the subject. However, he could not. "What do you want for Lurlinemas?"
"That was incredibly off-topic."
"I was just thinking."
"Well, think about what you think of us. Is this elegant? We have sex a lot, that doesn't make anything elegant."
"There you go again, being so blunt. You could call it 'making love' instead of 'having sex'."
She did, in her head. Not aloud. She said enough of the dreaded word "love" out loud when they made love. "I… I'm sorry, heart. I really am."
"You? Sorry?" He almost laughed. Seeing that she was offended, he bit back his chuckle and sighed instead.
"I am!" She glared at him, angry. She could tell he had almost laughed and this bothered her. "I'm not as much of a coldhearted bitch as you seem to think I am. After all…" She cut herself off. She had been planning on saying "After all, at least I can say 'I love you' and you can't!" But she knew better than to voice that. If he did say if after her expression of her thought, she'd feel she'd forced him to, and that was the last thing she wanted.
"What?" He asked. "What's wrong, Fae?"
"Nothing." She shook her head. "Nothing's wrong. I don't know what I was going to say, that's all."
"Are you sure?"
She hated the way he could read her. But she knew how to lie. "I'm sure."
"All right, then." He smiled. "Shall we go to bed now? I'm a bit tired."
"I wonder if you should get out of town Lurlinemas Eve…" She began.
(For reference, go back and read Fiyero and Elphaba's last time together, I didn't want to repeat a conversation and that's what would've happened, though Elphaba's point of view on it is interesting, that's where her next reflection comes in.)
She watched him sleep. That was it. He'd said the words, and she hadn't even asked him to. Finally, everything she wanted to hear in one sentence from him, and he'd said it. Then why in Oz did she feel that something wasn't right?
"Fiyero!" She shoved him in the bed, needing comfort.
"What in Oz? Elphie, what are you doing?"
"I need…"
"Let me guess," he began to kiss her excitedly.
"Actually, no." She laughed, though prepared herself to let him have her if she wished. This conversation could wait if Fiyero truly wanted it to.
"Then what do you want?" He ceased touching her, though. He seemed to know he shouldn't push it."
"Promise me you'll stay safe."
"I already did."
"I… I don't believe you," she whispered.
"What? Why don't you? Would I lie to you?"
"For stupid reasons that you think are noble, of course you would. You're naïve that way, darling."
"Thanks," he turned away and began to close his eyes.
"No," she tried to grab him and pull him back towards her. Trying to soften him up, she whispered, "Please talk to me, Yero my hero."
He sighed heavily and looked at her again, bringing a smile to her face. "What do you want, Fae-Fae?"
Elphaba breathed deeply and said, "You cannot follow me."
He looked surprised. "What makes you think I'd do that?"
"You were going to, weren't you?" She accused, knowing, suddenly, that her random guess had been correct. "You imbecile!"
"Fae, calm down!"
"If you're going to follow me, I can't calm down. You can't possibly understand what a stupid, dimwitted idea that is, Fiyero. What kind of idiot are you? I thought you smarter, at least, than that." She smacked at the lump that was his behind beneath the blankets. "You are the stupidest, most unintelligent…"
He winced. "Fae…"
"What?"
"Don't hit me."
"Then don't get it in your mind to follow me, my love."
"I just worry about you," he confessed.
"And I don't worry about you? I'm not going to let you get killed. I'd sooner die, Fiyero. Do you understand me?"
"But Fae…"
"No, Fiyero! I want you to understand this clearly."
"But…"
"No. There is not a 'but' an 'and' a 'maybe instead' or anything else in this conversation. Do you understand a word I'm saying?"
"I guess."
"Do you understand me?" She repeated, angry and concerned, her face flushed with both emotions.
"I…"
"Fiyero, please."
"I do."
"Thank Oz." Elphaba said, smiling. "Now, let's make love again before I get too tired."
And so it came that Fiyero was saved.