AN: Excuse the random sex in this chapter... I got bored. Thought it would be funny. I don't know if it really is. I tried. Whatever. I just thought the last scene was kind of cute, and the scenes before that were just for humor's sake.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Make Each Other Happy

There were several showers in the castle, but the largest was in the master bath, which Fiyero's parents were kind enough to allow the younger couple to use. Between the master bath and master bedroom was also a wall, though it was made out of thinner material and a design that looked like the stone of the majority of the castle walls but was really just a Styrofoam-like barrier. Fiyero and Elphaba were unaware of this, of course.

They showered together, as they did often, and cleaned one another off. Elphaba struggled to ignore the engorging of Fiyero's private areas and just lathered soap as if she was touching any part of his body, but Fiyero was never so good at keeping his mind off of things. When he reached Elphaba's waist, he said to her, "Hmmm, I think inside those legs of yours I'm going to be very thorough."

"Why? Am I dirtier there?"

"No. But I like to touch." Fiyero smiled. He pressed his hands against the sweet sensitive folds of flesh and dipped a finger inside of her. She leaned against the wall and moaned softly. Her reaction encouraged him and he began to slip his finger back and forth until she was holding his shoulders for support as she squealed helplessly. "Mmm. Well, I'd say you're very clean now."

Elphaba looked at him and said breathlessly, "Much cleaner than you."

"As a matter of fact, you are. And that's unfair. I do think I might have to slip into you to keep myself so clean."

Elyria and Rogelio could hear the majority of the conversation on the other side of the wall, and could certainly hear Elphaba's screams and Fiyero's own pleasured noises. Rogelio looked at his wife with raised eyebrows. "Should we perhaps knock on the wall?"

"Think of how embarrassed the poor girl would be! Besides, they're married. It's good that they're making love, anyhow. We were concerned that they might be growing apart, remember?" Elyria paused for a moment as one final sound came through the wall. "That certainly doesn't sound like they're anywhere 'apart', does it?"

Rogelio rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Well, at least Fiyero's old bedroom isn't next to our room."

"It is awkward for them. It is really only a one-person room, and they insisted on sharing. They'll be sleeping pretty close in that single twin bed. But I doubt they'd make any more noise tonight, anyway. I'd assume that they're pretty much done for the night." The water stopped running and Elyria sighed, turning over. "Thank Oz. I wasn't sure I'd be able to look at her without laughing at the breakfast table if she made one more sound like the last!"

The next morning, Elphaba and Fiyero slept late. Elyria didn't have the heart to wake them early, and so she skipped over their room and went to wake one of her younger sons in the next room. "Honey?"

The little boy looked up groggily. "Mom, can I please sleep a little longer?"

"No! Get out here and head down to breakfast!"

At the breakfast table, the same young boy asked his father, "Do married couples make each other happy, Dad?"

"Of course. They love each other. Why?"

"Well, last night, Fiyero and his wife kept repeating 'yes, so good' and how much they loved each other over and over. They seemed really excited about it, too. The bed banged against the wall a little."

Rogelio and Elyria looked at one another in horror. Elyria stood up. "I think I'd better go wake them." She climbed the stairs and made the mistake of not pausing to listen at the door before knocking and opening without a response.

Elphaba's legs were on either of Fiyero's shoulders and his head was buried between them, along with one of his hands. Her head was against the pillow and her eyes were closed. She was whimpering. "Oh, darling, you…"

Elyria cringed and shut the door, leaning against the wall in the hallway and sliding down to her knees. "Oh, dear."

Rogelio appeared in the hallway that moment and knelt beside his wife. "What?" He reached to open the door.

Elyria grabbed him quickly. "That is not a good idea. We'd rather not see what they're doing in there."

Rogelio looked at Elyria expectantly.

"I opened the door without thinking, okay? It wasn't like Fiyero could answer me; his mouth was… otherwise occupied." The woman shuddered.

He chuckled. "Well, I guess we know our son's tastes."

"That isn't funny!" Elyria swatted at him.

Elphaba and Fiyero came downstairs an hour later, holding hands and gazing at one another. Before leaving, they relaxed on a couch in the living room across from Fiyero's father and mother. Fiyero smiled at his parents. "How are you?"

"Disturbed." Elyria muttered.

Rogelio gave her a look. "We're fine," he reiterated.

Elphaba cocked her head. "What's wrong?"

Elyria took a deep breath. "Nothing, really."

Fiyero looked at his mother skeptically. "Mom?"

Rogelio sighed and decided it would be best if he took over the conversation. "I think we forgot to mention to you two that the wall between our bedroom and that bathroom is very thin…"

"Oh!" Elphaba put a hand over her mouth, face flushed.

"And, well, this morning, when your mother came upstairs to wake you after hearing from Lisido about the sounds he heard coming from your bedroom last night, she walked in on an… unpleasant sight, that's all."

"Oh, Oz!" Elphaba buried her face in Fiyero's chest, embarrassed beyond all reason. It was lucky for him, because he was almost grinning.

"I should've knocked," Elyria muttered.

"Sorry, Mom," Fiyero said seriously.

"No, no, it's fine. I forget how young you are sometimes, that's all."

Elphaba was still hiding.

Fiyero shook her gently. "You hear that? She's not going to kill us. You can stop freaking out now."

Elphaba shook her head, holding fast to him.

He rolled his eyes. "And she tells me I feel emotions too much!"

Elphaba pinched him.

"Fae," he said threateningly.

Muffled she said, "You can't do anything to me."

"I can, too!"

"You won't." She rephrased it.

She was right. Fiyero sat there and looked at the mass of hair, which was what he could see of her head. "Elphaba, you can't just disappear if you conceal yourself in my shirt, love. I can still see you."

"I know that!"

"Sure."

"I'm not irrational."

Fiyero chuckled.

Elphaba pinched him again.

"Ow! Damn it, Elphaba, stop that!"

She lifted her head, finally. "Sorry, love."

Elyria shook her head and laughed some. "Your behavior absolutely confuses me."

"Mine or his?" Elphaba asked.

"The two of you around one another."

"It's because he's a ridiculous oaf around me. And then I have to handle him." She huffed.

Fiyero ignored her comments. "We're going to head home, aren't we, Fae?"

She nodded eagerly.

"Do you want us to have one of the drivers take you over?" Rogelio asked.

Elphaba balked. "No way. We're not that lazy."

Fiyero pretended he hadn't been prepared to agree and stood up. Taking her hand, he dragged her outside and headed back towards the mansion. She still looked upset. "So they heard us, it's not as if…"

"They didn't just hear us! They must think that's all we do. I mean, they're your parents… and now they probably think we're constantly having sex and that the only activity we ever engage in is making love and…"

"Elphaba, calm down. I'm sure they don't even have that in their minds. I'll bet they just assume it's because we've been gone so long and just haven't really been with each other much." Fiyero chuckled. "Besides, Fae, they've seen us together; they know that's not the only thing in the world that matters to us."

Elphaba folded her arms across her chest and stopped, glaring at Fiyero. "What do you know?"

"Just keep walking."

"Really, tell me."

"Do I have to threaten to carry you?"

Her eyes widened. "Don't even try! You know better."

"Elphaba, I only let you think you're stronger because you wouldn't like it if I didn't."

"Fine. Prove it." Elphaba turned to run.

He caught her quickly. She struggled, kicking. Fiyero turned her around so she had her back to him. Elphaba clawed and fought. However, he won. After a few minutes, she stopped resisting and he held her easily. "I told you."

"I'm tired. We were up all night. So I'm a little weak."

"I was up all night, too. I'm tired, too. But I still won."

"Mmm. You did. But I'd like to sleep now. So you can carry me."

"You always get what you want, you know."

"And that is how, in my way, I am stronger."

"Not physically."

"Oh, of course not, that would be no fun."

"I'm glad you think so," Fiyero replied, walking quickly. "But you're right. I'll always give in. And so I give you what you ask for."

"That's why I married you," she joked.