Kitchen Floor

Summary: Post-musical. Elphaba guides Fiyero while he cooks their dinner by himself. Things get, for lack of a better word, heated. She just can't resist her husband.

Rating: M

Inspiration: Me telling my best friends in the car that I'm struggling with an idea. I apologize in advance haha.

J (driver): what do you have so far?

Me (passenger's seat): that she's sitting on the kitchen counter.

J: and?

Me: that's it.

L (behind J): is she watching anything?

Me: I don't know. you tell me.

C (behind me): ooo! say she's watching her husband cook. like it's his first time doing so or something like that and she's supervising.

L: ooo! you could also say it's a turn on for her. and she's teasing him a lot!

J: and then they bang on the kitchen floor!

All of them: yes!

Me *in shock from the screaming*: uh…

C: can they eat what he makes off of each other?

*everyone turns to look at her*

C: so J can say they fuck and we all agree but I can't suggest a kink?

"And I have to let it boil first?"

"Yes," Elphaba confirmed.

Fiyero had decided that today he wanted to try and cook their entire dinner. Without Elphaba's help. At first she was wary about that since the last time Fiyero had cooked by himself they ended up having to buy new pans due to him burning everything. She had teased him about it at first; but in the end, she decided it wouldn't hurt to let him try again. They had enough money to replace the pans if they needed to.

So she let him prepare anything he wanted, but she was still sitting on the counter beside the stove watching the entire process, answering any questions he may have but not actually doing anything. He had already made a fruit smoothie to drink and now he was making the main course. He was actually doing pretty good. And for some reason, she found it really alluring.

He was sexy. Moving from corner to corner, tossing ingredients in his hands, really focusing on what he was doing. Maybe she could distract him a bit. A smug smile crossed her lips, that shouldn't be too hard.

Fiyero covered the pot and let the water boil. He placed a pan on the stove and set it on low heat.

"Don't you wanna turn it up?" Her voice was smooth and husky.

He looked at her confused. "What?"

Elphaba played it off. "That's a thick pan, it'll take a little more to heat up."

Fiyero set the heat a bit higher and allowed the pan to warm up. He started to cut some vegetables; carrots and potatoes; and she crossed her bare legs, leaning over to look at the pot.

Fiyero removed the lid. "I add the noodles first and then everything else?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah," she said. Why it was such a turn on, she didn't know; what she did know was that she wanted her husband. She always did, but she couldn't explain why him cooking was what was making her want him right this second.

"In all the way," she whispered. He raised an eyebrow at her. "Don't leave the noodles sticking out, push them in all the way,"

"Oh," he did as she said then held his hand over the pan he'd placed on the stove. "It's ready."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, it's hot."

"That makes two of us," she muttered.

"Honey, you really need to speak up," he smiled at her, "it's so unlike you to be so quiet," he teased.

Make me scream then.

It was kind of frustrating. She dropped a couple more hints here and there, or at least, she thought she was. No success. She inwardly groaned. Oz, either she's not as seductive as she thought she could be or Fiyero was truly brainless at times.

Elphaba was racking her brain, she wanted to keep teasing him, not yet say outright that she wanted to make love with him; but he didn't seem to realize she was even doing it. How could she drive the point home?

"Are you in the mood for some meat tonight?" he tapped her knee and went to the fridge to take out some chicken they had.

Aha! She smiled and nodded. "Yeah, think so," she made sure to speak loudly and clearly.

"What kind do you want?" he started to cut some strips for himself. "Do you want chicken too? There's some lamb, a little bit of fish," he said.

"The kind that's on you."

Fiyero hissed when he cut himself.

Checkmate.

"Careful," Elphaba bit her lip, fighting a laugh, and watching Fiyero throw away the food he'd gotten blood on.

"You wicked woman," he muttered, washing his finger in the sink.

"What did I do?" She asked, a pout evident in her voice. "I meant the kind that was on your hands."

He turned his head and narrowed his eyes at her as he put a bandaid on.

She didn't make any more innuendos afterwards. She didn't have to, by now Fiyero knew she wanted to, so she settled for simply talking to him in what he would call her "bed voice" when she answered a question he had. She could tell by the way he was swallowing that he was so immensely trying to control himself.

After everything was either in the pot or pan, Fiyero placed the lids on them and turned the heat down so it would take a little longer to cook then stood in front of Elphaba, putting his hands on the counter on either side of her legs.

"You drive me insane. And you know it, don't you?" his voice was deep as he leaned in towards her.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she shook her head, "gotta say though, sitting next to the stove is making me a little warm."

His eyes followed her fingers. She started to undo the buttons of her sweater, revealing that she only wore her black bra underneath. Fiyero kept his eyes on her body and when she'd finished undoing the buttons, he placed a hand to her stomach, caressing the soft green skin.

She shivered. "I guess you also deserve a reward for cooking successfully," her voice dropped to a whisper, "do you like your prize?"

"Holy fuck," his wife was an absolute vixen. Fiyero leaned in and pressed a wet kiss to her neck.

Elphaba giggled then brought his lips to hers. They kissed softly, he wrapped his arms around her and pressed their bodies together. She gasped when he picked her up off the counter and quickly but gently laid her on the floor.

"This ok?" he whispered. Once she nodded, he pressed his mouth hard to hers, kissing her fiercely and intensely, their tongues fighting for dominance.

She moaned into their kiss and brought a hand to his head, pulling on his hair yet pushing his head down to hers to deepen the kiss even more. His hands touched her everywhere he could reach and she unbuttoned his shirt for him. When she finished, he pulled away from her and she pouted slightly.

Fiyero smiled at her and used one hand to trace her lips while the other unzipped his pants. He hovered over her again and moved her underwear to the side. She pulled him down to her again at the same time he pushed into her. They groaned against each other's mouth and kissed over and over as Fiyero rocked, finding that familiar rhythm. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck, running her hands over his shoulders and keeping him pressed to her.

Their kisses became more frantic as they both neared climax.

"Fiyero, I'm close. Don't stop," she choked out.

"Oz," he swore, pulling her leg to wrap around his waist and kissing her neck. With one powerful thrust, they both came together, moaning as they released.

Fiyero collapsed on top of her, feeling the rise of her chest as she breathed in and out. He brought himself up to his elbows and kissed her forehead, catching his own breath. He pressed kisses to her whole face; forehead, eyelids, cheeks, chin; his heart fluttering at her soft giggles. He loved her so much.

"You're amazing," he whispered.

She laughed softly. "I love you," she pulled him down to kiss him again. She loved him so desperately, she was the luckiest woman on earth.

"I love you too,"

The pans sizzled and the pot steamed. Fiyero zipped up his pants then helped Elphaba stand up, pressing a kiss to her cheek and lips before going to the sink to wash his hands.

Elphaba placed herself back on the kitchen counter, smiling to herself while buttoning her sweater. Fiyero kept his shirt unbuttoned and resumed cooking. Elphaba was right, it was warm in here. He kept an arm around her waist, caressing her thigh every now and then, her hand running up and down his arm. They talked for a while until the food was ready.

"That looks good," Elphaba said.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." she nodded.

Fiyero turned everything off. "Let's hope it tastes good."

"Dear Oz, I hope so," Elphaba teased, laughing at Fiyero's glare.

They filled their plates and glasses then sat on the couch together as they ate, Elphaba's legs on Fiyero's lap.

"This is really good," Elphaba complimented. If Fiyero just practiced a little more, she was sure he eventually wouldn't need her to guide him through the process.

"You think so? It certainly doesn't taste the same as when you cook."

"Everyone has a different hand. Just like handwriting, no one's cooking is exactly the same. But trust me Yero, this is good." Elphaba held out her fork with a piece of chicken to him.

He smiled and took the piece into his mouth, kissing her afterwards. She wrapped her arms around him, keeping him close to her even after they separated and continued to eat.

Fun fact no one asked for, I was listening to Out Tonight from RENT when I was writing this.