Here With You

Summary: AU. King Fiyero returns from an eleven month war with Quadling Country to his country, The Vinkus; his parents; and his beloved wife, Elphaba.

Rating: M.

Inspiration: I'll be seeing some family members that I haven't seen in almost a year. I wondered how Fiyero and Elphaba would reunite. I will say Elphaba and Fiyero will be younger here than they usually are just cause it fits the story line.

It was all the people could talk about. The Quadling army had surrendered. The Vinkun army would arrive home anytime now, their land no longer in danger of being taken from them.

Queen Elphaba of the Vinkus stood at the top of the stairs of the entrance to the castle, her mother and father in law behind her, watching as the army entered the kingdom after eleven long months away from home. It was almost noon, the crowd roared powerfully with applause as the war heroes walked down the street and reunited with their loved ones.

Elphaba was tearing up. She couldn't see him. Please, no. He had to be there, in the crowd of soldiers somewhere. He was the best warrior she'd ever met, she was sure of that. And he promised he would return home to her. He never broke his promises.

But as more soldiers came into view, she still couldn't locate him. Oz, no. No. Tears fell before she could even attempt to stop them. Maybe she missed him coming in already, she thought, scanning the army once more, but it only caused the pang in her chest to increase, physically hurting her, when she didn't see him.

She couldn't break down in front of her people now that they needed her guidance towards recovering from war. Yet all she wanted to do was curl up into her bed, their bed, and cry.

Fiyero. Her love, her soul mate. He wasn't coming back. She sobbed silently, her heart breaking at having her greatest fears realized. Her hands shook as she brought them up to her chest, remembering all the beautiful moments they had shared together, images of him flooding her memory. But it wasn't supposed to be like this; they weren't supposed to have only four years, four wonderful, loving years; they were supposed to have a lifetime. A lifetime to share more days and nights together, have babies together, grow old together. She would give anything, even to have another stupid argument with him. The pain was unbearable.

The green skinned queen closed her eyes tightly as more tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Our King!"

Elphaba's eyes snapped open. She looked at the very last group of soldiers that had entered the borders of the Vinkus.

He was the last one in.

His hair was a bit dirty, he had forgone shaving for a couple days, his uniform was muddy, and he looked a bit thinner than when he had left. But to her, it was the most beautiful sight in the entire world.

A sob escaped her lips. Propriety be damned.

She ran down the stairs and down the street. She couldn't hear the cheers, the applause, or the chants of the people. She was focused on one thing: reaching her husband.

The King of the Vinkus didn't see her at the top of the stairs. He saw his parents, his mother sobbing as she located him and his father looking at him with pride, but not her. He felt scared suddenly and frantically scanned the crowd in front of him while still greeting his people.

Then he saw the unmistakable emerald green and broke into a run. His queen. She was running towards him too. When she was close enough, she jumped into his arms, sending them both to the ground. But he didn't feel that slight pain or hear the loud cheer that had boomed when they had reached each other. He focused more on the weight on top of him; the delicate, soft, warm body he hadn't seen or touched in almost a year. He sat up with her to look at her beautiful face, the first thing he always saw when he woke up, the last before he fell asleep.

She was sobbing and holding his face in her hands. He knew above all emotions, what she felt the most was relief. He and his army had not had contact with anyone from the Vinkus throughout the duration of the war. He could have died in battle and she would not have found out until today, when the army had returned home, without him. And he would be damned before he would ever cause her that heartbreak.

Fiyero didn't kiss her yet, if he did, he wouldn't be able to stop, he'd want to lock himself in his room with her and disregard everything else. He couldn't do that yet. No matter how much he wanted to. Instead he helped her off the ground then pulled her flush against him. Her breath on his neck felt like heaven and he'd missed the feeling of her arms around his waist desperately.

Their people were still cheering. It was no secret how much the young king and queen loved each other.

With their arms still around each other, the sovereigns walked back to the castle, going up the stairs while the crowd gathered at the bottom, ready to hear the king talk. Fiyero hugged his mother and father and turned to talk to the crowd.

Elphaba would ask about his speech later. She wasn't focused. She was clinging to Baxiana, her mother in law, drying the last of her tears, so unbelievably relieved and happy that Fiyero had returned safe and sound. She felt a squeeze to her hand and a rub up and down her back and was grateful for the comfort.

Once Fiyero was done speaking, he pulled Elphaba to him again. All royals waved at the public before disappearing into the castle. Once the doors were closed, the king kissed his queen with such desperate fervor, immediately tasting her lips and mouth as much as he possibly could. Elphaba responded with as much intensity and passion that they fell to the floor. Soft sighs filled the room and both of them forgot that his parents were still there. But the former king and queen just smiled, happy to see their son and daughter in law together once more.

They pulled away, breathless. "I thought I-" Elphaba shook her head, not even wanting to say it, her eyes tearing up once more.

His hold on her was tight yet gentle and tender. He pecked her lips once, twice, then lingered a third time before he spoke. "I'm here. Here with you. Darling, how I've missed you," he kissed her again, not being able to get enough of her.

"I missed you too," she gave him another sweet kiss, running her fingers through his hair, "desperately."

She'd missed talking to him, arguing with him, waking up and going to sleep beside him, holding him, his laugh, his pranks, his kiss. She missed everything and anything that had to do with him. She had slept in his clothes ever since he had left, on his side of the bed, trying anything to feel as if he was still home with her. It was hard. But now she was holding him, kissing him, not long after thinking she had lost him forever, and she was so grateful to whatever god there was if there was one.

"Fiyero," his father, Marillot, called, "you should let the servants help you clean up, we'll talk later."

Elphaba's grip on him tightened.

The king stood, helping his wife in the process. "It's ok," he whispered just to her and kissed her cheek. She sighed and nodded.

Fiyero and his father hugged one more time before offering his mother his arm and they walked together up the stairs, talking softly while headed to the chambers for him to wash up. Elphaba and Marillot hugged tightly. "It's good to have him home," she said.

"Yeah," though he didn't show it, she knew that Maillot had probably been scared to death, sending off his son to war.

Fiyero's parents had been older than most kings and queens when they had conceived him after years of struggling. He was the only child they had managed to have. Consequently, when his father had grown too old to be able to manage kingly duties, Fiyero was crowned king at only 18 and now at 21, he had led and won his first war.

Elphaba had met Fiyero at a debutante ball in which she had been a waitress rather than a debutante like her younger sister. She had been just a month away from her sixteenth birthday and he was freshly 17, his coronation date already set.

He had snuck into the kitchens while she was organizing the trays of drinks and small appetizers, she hadn't known who he was at the time. And if he was shocked at her verdigris, he didn't show it. Then again, ever since arriving in the Vinkus, the only ones who seemed to really have a problem with her skin were her father and sister.

It had been so easy to talk to each other, which surprised them both. They had talked about politics, he'd been surprised at the fact that she knew more about the Vinkus' economy and current events than he did; teased each other, his clumsiness at breaking a glass and her setting the trays incorrectly from his distracting her; she had even opened up to him about how her father viewed her because of her complexion. At the time she had called herself stupid for telling him that. He comforted her and in turn, he had opened up about how down he'd been lately because of not having much of a choice towards the path he wanted to take in life, he had a duty to his family after all.

They talked more after that, keeping the conversation on light, happy topics like memories they were fond of; embarrassing moments they've had; and he'd asked her lots of questions, wondering what they had in common, if there was something she disliked or even loathed and why.

They had both smiled a lot during their talk. She could feel her stomach flutter at the way he looked at her while they talked and she worked. Maybe she was crazy, but, did he seem to genuinely like her? He didn't know what it was at the time, but for some reason, he had felt so happy being down in the kitchens with her. When he silently admitted to himself that he liked her; she was kind, opinionated, genuine, and beautiful; he was surprised at how at ease he felt with that revelation after talking with her for almost two hours, his original intent of a snack forgotten.

When a guard had entered the kitchen, calling him "Your Highness" and saying he had to be back upstairs soon, Elphaba's heart dropped. He was Prince Fiyero of the Vinkus, soon to be king. The ball that was to be held upstairs, where she would serve people their meals, was intended for him; to find him a bride. There would be a room full of beautiful girls for him to chat and dance with. So it had just been her that had felt those butterflies.

But during the ball, he stood by her side, talked with her whenever he could and walked with her as she delivered food. Once he even walked with her all the way down to the kitchens and helped her carry a tray. This handsome young man could have easily chosen any girl in the room, and at the end of the night, he made her drop the tray she had been carrying when he'd called out her name when asked to choose the girl he wanted to court. He'd chosen the only girl dressed in pants; sweaty and with food on her shirt from a chaotic night.

The rest was history.

"I should get back to my office," Marillot snapped her out of her memory, "he'll need guidance in drafting that peace treaty, I'll help with getting him started."

Elphaba nodded and her father in law rubbed her shoulder. "Are you going to be ok by yourself for a little while?"

"Yeah, there's something I wanna do that will keep me busy for a while," she smiled reassuringly. They hugged one more time before going their separate ways.

When Elphaba reached her study, papers in her hand, she closed the door and got to work. There were names, not as many as she had feared, that were marked with red, meaning the soldier had died. After locating the name, she searched the records containing their family information; if the man had a family of his own, she addressed the wife and children in a letter; if he didn't, she addressed their parents or siblings, whichever she found on the records. She could only imagine what they must be feeling, she had felt it for a couple horrid minutes, but in the end, her husband had come back, these families didn't have that luxury. She thanked them for serving the country, paid her respects to the fallen soldier, and assured the family that they wouldn't be alone in helping them get back on their feet.

She had been planning on doing this for months, now it was a matter of dividing the money she had set aside for helping the families evenly. She called for the treasurer and secretary, asking them to do the remaining step and send out the letters to the families. They nodded and bowed and she thanked them as she exited the study.

"Elphaba."

"Baxiana," her mother in law reached her and gave her a hug.

"He's alright," she answered her silent question, "a couple scars here and there and he's lost some weight, although considering how he eats I'm sure he'll have no trouble gaining it back," both women smiled at that, "but other than that he is absolutely, one hundred percent, fine.

"Where is he?"

"He's getting dressed, he'll be down soon, it'll be time for lunch by the time he does, will you both meet us in the living room? I was thinking we could all eat there together as a family."

Elphaba squeezed her hands, a big smile on her face. "Of course, that sounds lovely."

"I'll see you both in a little bit then,"

Elphaba nodded and sat down in the parlor near the stairs, anxiously waiting for Fiyero to come down. He came into view, dressed in his casual attire, a button up shirt and pants, he had shaved and seemed more relaxed than when he'd arrived. When he saw her at the bottom of the stairs, he ran down them, almost slipping, and engulfed her in a tight embrace. She rested her head on his shoulder, hanging onto him for dear life.

"I thought about you everyday," he whispered, kissing her temple.

"Me too. I prayed. That never used to happen before," Elphaba was not a religious person at all, she blamed her father for that, but when he had gone to war, she had been so scared of losing him she often found herself on her knees at night, praying that he would have a good night's rest; be safe the next day; and if a god existed, someone watching over him.

She kissed his chest and looked up at him. "Come, your parents must be waiting for us to have lunch, we have a lot to talk about," she smiled.

He kissed her slowly, sweetly, opening her mouth to allow his tongue to meet hers. "That, we do."

With an arm around each other, they walked to the living room together, whispering to each other about the last eleven months apart. They were smiling and laughing when they reached the living room, easily slipping back into teasing each other, as if no time had passed.

For lunch, they ate chicken and rice, Elphaba instead of chicken had pasta; he hadn't eaten a full proper meal for a long time, so he ate slowly. Baxiana had forbidden any talk about the war, interrupting her husband when he had brought up the peace treaty. That could wait.

Elphaba laughed when they told Fiyero about the time a brand new servant hadn't realized who Elphaba was when she was welcoming him to the staff, much like when they had first met. "The best part," Baxiana continued, "at the very end he goes 'By the way, miss, are you spoken for?' and right then Chelsea comes in and goes 'How about you ask her husband? Oh wait you can't 'cause the king is fighting a war. Your Majesty, Your Highness.' grabs the laundry and leaves. Poor thing was apologizing so much."

Fiyero laughed, as he imagined the scene in his head. He could perfectly imagine the older maid's face and tone of voice must have been like, he'd been on the receiving end of them way too many times to count. "Oh Chelsea," he shook his head.

The four of them continued talking long after they had finished their meals. Elphaba and Fiyero were cuddling on the couch, exchanging kisses here and then while Marillot and Baxiana sat on the couch across from them. They still had so much to talk about when Marillot stood to look at the time.

"Dinner is in about half an hour." Baxiana stood to look at the clock as well.

"Oh, wow," Elphaba breathed. Had they really been talking for that long?

She felt Fiyero's arms around her tighten. He leaned to whisper very softly in her ear. "Can we skip dinner?"

He placed a kiss on the side of her neck and shivers ran down her body. "I'd love to," she whispered, a blush coloring her green cheeks.

They smiled at each other and kissed.

"Mom, dad," Fiyero called and they both turned in his direction, "Fae and I will be skipping dinner tonight."

Baxiana smiled, melting at the fact that her baby wanted to spend alone time with his wife. "You never do those little things to spend time with me anymore," she addressed Marillot.

"What?" He asked, surprised. "Of course I do. Just yesterday I t-"

"Ok!" Fiyero interrupted. He stood up from the couch with Elphaba, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Goodnight, mom and dad."

"Goodnight," Elphaba said before they exited the room and closed the door behind them.

"'Goodnight'? They do realize the sun hasn't even fully set yet right?" Marillot asked.

"They've been separated for eleven months, do you honestly expect them to come out of their room for the rest of the day? I think it's romantic. You should take notes," she teased.

"Why don't I show my lesson plans instead?" He pulled her closer.

Baxiana laughed, kissing him deeply.

The sound of their lips coming together and their breathing was the only thing that could be heard in their warm bedroom. They were making up for lost time.

Elphaba was lying on her back, her body completely bare under her husband's who was also without clothes.

The feeling of being skin to skin against him was indescribable. He was completely up against her; chest to chest, stomach to stomach; and she savored it, loving having his weight on top of her. One hand in her hair, the other trailing up and down her side and thigh while her hands tugged on his hair, caressed his shoulders, and ran all over his back.

"Mm," she sighed against his lips, devouring them once again, she never wanted to stop kissing him.

He pulled away to look into her dark, brown eyes. "You're so beautiful, love," he kissed her cheek before lowering his lips to her neck, going right for her sweet spot. She gasped and moaned, enjoying the wonderful sensations Fiyero brought to her.

"You're beautiful too, Yero," Elphaba kissed the shell of his ear and cheek.

He kept trailing wet kisses down her body; her shoulders, chest, breasts, belly; loving the soft sounds she was making, soft moans and gasps of pleasure. "Oh Fiyero. Love, Oz." she ran her hands up and down his arms, arching her back slightly and curling her toes.

His fingers grazed her thighs, giving her goosebumps. He slowly got closer and closer to the most intimate part of her body. When he finally reached her, she let out yet another gasp, her body shivering yet warm inside. Elphaba couldn't help but rock her hips into his hand as he touched the sensitive skin.

She let her head sink further into the pillows, letting his hands satisfy the burning sensation between her legs ever since he had slipped her out of her dress.

Elphaba let out a choked gasp when she felt Fiyero replace his fingers with his tongue, his hand going up to her breast. His thumb played back and forth with the tip. She writhed underneath him when he quickened his pace. "Yero," she gasped, finding it hard to make any other words.

He stopped suddenly, and she took it as a chance to catch her breath. He kissed his way back up until he reached her lips. Brushing them ever so slightly against his then giving her a deep, passionate kiss. She moaned into his mouth and he growled into hers.

Fiyero pulled away from the kiss, taking her lower lip between his teeth. He let his eyes close and moaned softly when Elphaba kissed his neck, trailing sweet kisses to his jaw, chin, then pulling his head down to kiss his lips again.

"Ready, Fae?" He asked, the anticipation of being inside her again unbearable.

"Make love to me, my king," that was his undoing. He captured her lips with his, sliding into her at the same time, her gasp allowing him to deepen the kiss.

It was amazing, him filling her. Along with delicious warmth and tingles, she felt complete, having him connected to her again after almost a year.

She was warm and soaked, it felt so unbelievably good, it always did. He pulled back slightly then pushed himself back into her, letting her body encase his, bringing pleasure to both of them beyond words.

He cupped her face, sighing as he pecked her lips repeatedly, allowing her to get used to him again. He wanted to avoid her any possible pain, wanted her to enjoy and love this as much as he did. He always put her first when they made love.

Elphaba rubbed his shoulders then gripped his biceps. "Show me," she whispered, "how much you missed me," a kiss to his cheek, "need me," his other cheek, "love me," she kissed him and Fiyero lowered himself completely on her. She wrapped one leg around his waist. "I love you to death Fiyero, with everything I am," her voice caught in her throat, "show me that you feel the same way."

He stared deep into her eyes, brushing away a tear that had rolled down her cheek. He could see all the emotions she had obviously held back for so long; sadness and fear. She knew by the look in his beautiful blue eyes that he'd caught her message, one she couldn't say out loud. Her voice would break and her tears would flow non-stop if she had actually said it.

She needed him to make love to her not just to show that he loved her, he made sure she never had a doubt about that, but to prove that he was really here. That he could show his love for her, because he was alive, he was home. Not dead like she had thought he was for a few torturous, soul crushing minutes.

"Elphaba," Fiyero slid an arm under her neck, holding her shoulder, "I'm here with you. My love, I would rather be tortured than ever cause you such a heartbreak," he pressed his forehead against hers and she placed her hands on the sides of his face, never taking her eyes off his, "I love you; with my entire being, until the sun dies; as long as we both shall live."

She whimpered and he leaned in for a tender kiss, wiping away a few stray tears.

He slid almost completely out of her; at the very last moment, he thrusted into her again and she was short of breath. "Oh. Mm," he thrusted again and she smiled in contentment at the wonderful waves of pleasure running through her. She could feel him, every inch of him. Even if some time had passed, it didn't feel like it had at that moment, it was just as she remembered it. Had it really been eleven months? "Ah, oh, oh. Yero," she moaned every time he pushed into her.

"Oh Fae," he sighed, keeping a slow, steady, gentle rhythm, being as tender as he could, she made him feel incredible. Their bodies pressed together, moving in tandem while their hands ran all over each other. He was intoxicated, in the best way possible. Fiyero let his body surrender to the wonderful shudders of rapture while taking care of her as well.

There was no hurry. They went slow, extending their bliss as long as they could, enjoying every second of this together, making every moment last.

When he felt her slightly clench around him, he knew she was close. He rocked his hips faster and she gasped loudly. "Yero. Yero," it was like a mantra.

He dove for her neck, kissing, licking, biting slightly then doing the same to one of her breasts. "Yero, please. Oh," she begged feeling the most amazing pressure building within her. Fiyero grunted, nearing the edge himself. He kissed her vigorously, swallowing her moans and cries of ecstasy as she came, hard. He thrusted into her one more time and he came as well, calling out her name.

This is what heaven must feel like, Elphaba was sure of it as her body trembled, shook, then collapsed in release. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world, making love with him. She never wanted to let him go again. Fiyero kissed her forehead softly, letting his body recover from the amazing shudders of elation, staying inside her.

"I love you, Fae," he kissed her lips, "my queen, I'm right here," he ran a finger across her stomach, rubbing his nose against hers.

"I'll never let you go," she pecked his lips.

"I'll never leave you."

"I love you, Yero."

It was almost midnight and they were still awake.

She'd kissed his scars, every single one, some bigger than the others, and he'd told her how he got them. She knew where they were by now. One on his head, which was well hidden by his hair; three on his back; one on his stomach; one on his right thigh; and two on his left thigh. He'd been standing, his knees buckling, as she kissed them. He had to lean against the wall when she had kissed the ones on his legs then without a warning, took him in her mouth. He was breathless throughout.

They had made love four more times; different positions, surfaces; pleasuring each other until they came together every time.

She leaned forward as Fiyero kissed her back, he was kissing her scars now, three long ones from when her father had whipped her, he knew the story behind each one. He had his arms wrapped around her from behind and she interlocked their fingers. When he'd finished, pulled the covers over them and brought her down to lay down beside him. He held her and she drew tired patterns on his chest.

"Sleepy?" He kissed her forehead.

"Mhm" she intertwined their legs and pulled up the bed sheet more. Fiyero laid down completely on his back, letting her climb halfway on top of him, her head resting on his chest. "I haven't slept well without you," she said.

"I haven't either," he told her, running his fingers through her hair, "cold nights made me miss you even more, I would wake up, wanting to pull you closer to keep warm, you weren't there,"

"I'm here now, suffocate me for all I care," she kissed his chest.

He smiled, feeling his eyelids getting heavier and heavier. "Goodnight, Fae. I love you."

"Goodnight. I love you, Yero," she whispered.

Husband and wife slept soundly throughout the whole night, sharing a sweet good morning kiss when they woke up. They laid in bed for a long while, talking and enjoying being together, like they always would be.

Yo I'm actually super proud of this one, tell me what you thought! :)