There was a bed facing the wall that separated Fiyero and Elphaba's room from Glinda and Nessa's and there was one facing the other wall. Fiyero placed his and Elphaba's bags in the middle of the room and sat down on the second bed, not inviting Elphaba to join him nor rejecting her if she would wish to do so. "How'd it go?"
She noted that he'd lowered his voice somewhat, not sure how much was audible through the walls. Elphaba didn't bother to change her tone; she figured, if anything, they could hear talking, but not specific words. An image came into her mind of her sister and Glinda pressing their ears against the wall desperately, and she chuckled. "It went as expected, I guess. Nessa's ready to kill me and Glinda's mad I didn't tell her."
"Would you have told her?"
"Eventually, I guess. I'm still not ready to talk about it with anyone else. Is that weird?"
"No." He assured her. "Why share this with someone else so quickly? This is between us."
She did not choose a bed immediately, but knelt to her bag and opened it, searching for her oils. "That's how I felt."
They hadn't turned on the lights when they'd walked in, and he didn't bother turning one on as she searched. He wasn't sure of her comfort level and thus left the lighting to her discretion. Fiyero's eyes widened when she simply undressed in the middle of the room (though she wasn't very visible in the darkness), her form standing there bare as she opened the bottle of oil. His mouth went dry.
Her eyes darted to the windows, assuring herself that the curtains were closed as she had observed them to be. With that, she began to smooth oil onto her skin, beginning with her arms and continuing to her shoulders, her torso, and struggling blindly to cover her entire back.
He stood up without saying anything and took the bottle from her as she stood completely still, holding out her arms so he could access each crevice easily. Slowly, he rubbed her arms down again, her shoulders, her back, sliding around to her stomach and then up to her breasts. His hands moved sensuously, caressing and fondling carefully. When she moaned softly, he pressed his mouth to hers, whispering, "You'd better be more cautious. We wouldn't want them to hear that, would we?"
She nodded vigorously, watching his hands helplessly as they made their way around her back again, squeezing her buttocks, teasing the skin. Undoubtedly they would soon return to her front, delve into her and cause her to stifle cries that could become wild and indiscreet. Elphaba covered her mouth with her own hands as his did just what she'd expected; she quickly found herself biting down hard on her knuckles.
He spent more time than needed between her legs, and by the time he was done there was liquid dripping down them from her arousal, and it was more than just oil. With a cupped hand, he cleaned that away using oil as well and nonchalantly slipped his hands to her thighs, calves and feet. "Feeling a bit cleaner?"
"Very much." She replied. Elphaba began unbuttoning Fiyero's shirt, counting the buttons playfully. It was a slow process, but she enjoyed every moment even the tiniest bit of diamond-coated skin was revealed, and she knew implicitly that he found it pleasurable as well. Her hands began unceremonious work loosening his trousers, and Fiyero licked her neck as she ran her hands over him.
At last, when he felt he could take no more and would burst if he didn't prevent her from moving on, he took both of her hands in his and led her to his bed. "Old habits die hard, huh?"
"This hasn't become a habit. We're doing it a lot, yes, but it's new to us and exciting to us. Of course we would behave this way."
"Exciting it is," Fiyero murmured, laying her out on the bed and placing his hands in every nook and cranny of her body that he could discover. "In fact, I'm so exhilarated that I'm getting a bit dehydrated. I hate to pause our little adventure, but I need a sip of something sweet."
She knew what was coming, but still she almost yelped when he pushed her legs apart and took folds of skin into his mouth. "Oh, wow…" He was insistent on doing this often, wasn't he? Fiyero had brought her up and over almost twice now, before even starting, and he had gotten no release yet himself. Thinking about this, she tenderly slipped a hand between his mouth and her center and said, "Wait. Lie back."
He looked at her questioningly but did as he was told. "As you wish. Ask and you shall receive."
"Ah, no, we'll both be receiving in a moment," Elphaba grinned. She'd never put her mouth on him before and, frankly, the thought of performing oral sex disgusted her (though being the one it was performed on hadn't bothered her much). Nonetheless, she positioned herself so her lips were in just the right place, and his were quite close, too. Licking her lips sensually, she parted them and began her effort on him, hoping she could please him as he did her, though she'd never tried this before. Then again, if he was to be believed, and he was, he'd never used his mouth the way he did before, either, and he'd done more than content her.
He groaned in surprise. "Elphaba…" But he found the convenient placing of his mouth just then and dove his tongue into the familiar folds, working her until he could no longer endure the torment anymore and pulled back slightly for a moment as warm liquid flooded Elphaba's mouth. "Sweet Oz," he waited until she had swallowed her burden and finished what he'd been doing to her, shuddering as she buried her face in his upper thigh to muffle the cries. Sweetness poured into his mouth and he drank it greedily. "God, you taste so good."
She lost control, then. "Fiyero!" She couldn't stop herself, the scream echoed around the room, her legs flailing, body trembling from aftershock.
They both looked at each other for a short moment, knowing they hadn't locked the door, at Nessa and Glinda's request, knowing that her cry would bring one or both of them rushing into the room. Fiyero hurried, "I'd love to lie like this with you for hours, but…" He didn't finish. With more than a tiny amount of regret, he pulled away and hopped across the room, tugging on the trousers at the foot of the bed and kicking Elphaba's clothes underneath the four legs enough so they weren't too visible. When Nessa and Glinda entered the room (hindered by Nessa's resolve to get into her wheelchair), he was stroking the forehead of a shivering Elphaba (who was covered up to her chin with the blanket, no nudity visible or implied). "Are you all right? You yelled my name a moment ago, Elphie."
They took his disheveled appearance to mean that he'd been sleeping in his own bed (though they failed to notice that the bed he should've been in was untouched). Glinda approached the bed timidly. "Did you have a nightmare, Elphie?"
Elphaba was not slow in the least. She knew exactly what Fiyero had been trying to do, knew it could work and went along with it. "I… Fiyero… I was having this dream where we were at Shiz and Fiyero and I were walking together and suddenly two men came out of nowhere and started beating him. When he was unconscious or something, they turned on me and started," she pretended to quiver, "touching me."
Fiyero's face twisted into concern so real Elphaba had trouble recalling that it was only a ploy. "It's all right. I'm right here. No one's going to hurt you, okay?"
Cleverly, Elphaba tossed beneath the blanket. "I'm scared. Could you hold me?"
Nessa and Glinda made eye contact and backed out of the room. "We were just making sure that everything was okay," Nessa explained quickly, "and that nothing sinful was going on."
"Aside from those evil men in my dream, nothing is." Elphaba affirmed. "Goodnight, Nessie. Goodnight, Glinda."
They were gone.
"Nice." Fiyero leapt out of his clothes and onto the bed.
"It was your idea. I was just going along with it." She tugged the blankets away and revealed her body again. "That was easy." Collapsing back on the bed next to him, she met his eyes and reached for him eagerly. He did not hesitate to comply.
He drove into her instantly, plummeting quickly into her depths and her body engulfed him, welcomed him by tightening around him readily. Barely able to keep his own voice at a small enough volume, he reminded her, "Now, remember, try and keep as quiet as possible. I don't want to find out what Nessa and Glinda will do if they hear us."
Lifting her hips to meet his, she said, "I know, Fiyero." She dropped her head back against the sheets as the burning began, "Oh, but it's so hard."
"What's so hard? Keeping silent or my…"
"Fiyero!" She hissed harshly. "Both of them are excruciatingly hard." There was no way she could talk like this without it happening; joking about it or complimenting it wasn't something she thought appropriate or would normally do. Elphaba couldn't believe the things his rapid thrusts could do to her. "Ooh!" Her sounds came out as barely a squeak as she expressed her gratification in his movements and body. "Are you sure you hadn't done this before me?"
"Positive," he answered, sweating as he sank into her with full force time and time again. "Absolutely…" he panted, "certain…"
"Then how can you make me feel this damned good so easily?" She pleaded, hips bucking like a frightened horse, eyes clenched shut with both the difficulty of not crying out and rapture at the heights he brought her to.
"Easily? Are you crazy, Elphaba? This drives me mad with longing, with the need to just let loose into you and…" He wheezed for air as he made the final heave, embedding himself so deep inside her that she scratched at his back in uncontrolled elation, the final pump of ecstasy she felt as he practically rammed into her taking her over the edge and even further.
Later, they were lying spent, him still immersed in her core. "I love you." He murmured before sleep.
She didn't respond, her discomfort for the words proving too large for her to use the words again. After all, she'd said it once, why say it again? Elphaba didn't need to repeat it, really. Feebly, she kissed his shoulders and hid her face in his chest, disturbed by the realization that she only felt whole when he was inside her, that she only relaxed when she was laying with him. When she cried out in her sleep, Fiyero hugged her and stilled her fears, keeping their bodies entwined until well after dawn, their most private areas pressed together, unable to let each other go. And when Glinda and Nessa opened the door, that's how they were sleeping.