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Chapter Five: The Date

As they headed off down the corridor, Fiyero slipped his arm around Elphaba's shoulders.

She flinched involuntarily, unused to the gentle, loving contact, but slowly relaxed into his touch, enjoying the feeling of his body on hers.

They strolled along in silence like that for a few minutes, happy just to be in each others' company.

Finally Fiyero cleared his throat and spoke, the tenderness in his voice unmistakeable even to Elphaba.

"Fae?"

Her face lit up and her eyes sparkled as she turned to face him.

"Yes, Yero?"

He released his arm from around her shoulders and gently turned her to face him, taking one of her hands in each of his.

"You look absolutely beautiful, Fae."

Her shy smile captivated him, as she looked up at him in wonder.

"I do? Really?"

Fiyero hugged her, and felt a huge rush or love and sympathy for this poor girl who had never been told how wonderful she really was.

"Of course you do, my love."

She blushed at the endearment, but did not have time to comment, for at that moment they reached the gates of Shiz, and then Fiyero looked at Elphaba for guidance.

"Where would you like to go, Fae? The cinema, or to a restaurant, or…you decide."

She nodded at him eagerly.

"Could we go to the cinema?"

He smiled encouragingly.

"Of course, my sweet, is there anything particular you want to see?"

She blushed prettily.

"Well, there's this new film on at the OzGlobe. It's called 'the life and limes of the Wicked Witch of the South' and it's based on history, but is actually a love story."

He looked at her in surprise.

"A love story? I didn't think you would be interested in…"

She looked embarrassed.

"I'm not, always, but I thought it might be fun. It's meant to be a really lovely film…"

She broke off, flushing dark green.

"Hey, don't worry, it's fine."

"But…"

He raised his finger to her lips, silencing her and cutting off her feeble protests. His arms encircled her, and she leant into the embrace.

"It's fine Fae, really."

She beamed at him, and whispered "thank you" in his ear.

"So…are we going to the cinema?"

He stroked her cheek, before drawing away and putting his arm back around her back.

"We are, come along my love."

Nearly two hours later the couple emerged fro the cinema. It was dark, and a very tired Elphaba was leaning heavily on Fiyero's arm.

He turned off the main road and led her into a small public garden, with rose bushes and a fountain in the middle. He walked over to a bench and settled himself on it, before gently pulling Elphaba into his lap.

Her head nestled into his shoulder.

"Yero, thank you."

He stroked her satiny hair, and kissed the top of her head.

"It's nothing my love. Nothing is too good for you. I'm glad you enjoyed it."

He looked tenderly at her, love shining in his eyes.

Her eyes fluttered closed and her face was tilting slowly up towards his.

Fiyero leant forwards towards her…

Only to draw back in surprise and horror as a drop of rain fell on his face.

"Oh, Oz!" he cursed.

"Fae, we have to get you inside."

She didn't answer, simply burying her head into his jacket.

He sighed and slipped his arm under her legs, lifting her up into his arms like a child.

Elphaba was curled in his arms, trying to let as little moisture as possible, so he stood up and ran back towards Shiz.

He held her closely and only stopped running when they reached the door of his dorm building.

Seeing her still pale and trembling slightly he carried her on into his room and laid her down in a chair.

He then headed into his closet and emerged a moment later with a towel and one of his clean shirts.

"Fae, look at me. Put these on."

She looked at him blearily, pulling her legs up to her chest and hugging them close to her.

"What're these for, Yero?"

By way of an answer he gently turned her around, and started to rub her hair dry with the towel.

"We need to get you dry and out of these wet clothes. You can wear my shirt and stay in here until the rain stops, and then I'll walk you back to your room."

She started to protest, but it just came out as a whimper.

He shook his head firmly.

"No, Fae. I'm waling you back, whatever you say. Not negotiable."

She turned to him with a weak smile and nodded.

He hugged her close.

"But, Yero…"

He rocked her gently.

"Hush now, sweetheart. I love you."

She tried to protest again but he silenced her by lifting his hand to her face and stroking her cheek.

His fingers brushed over her face and for a moment she felt as if she couldn't be happier.

Then his head bent down and he pressed his lips to hers, drawing away quickly however.

She looked at him in shock, the wonder and amazement clear on her face.

"Yero, what was that for?"

He answered her by bending down to her again and nuzzling her neck with his lips.

"I love you, why else?" he murmured.

He bent down and brushed her lips with his again, this time allowing them to rest in their place on hers.

She stiffened for a moment, but gently relaxed into the kiss, sitting like a statue.

He sensed her discomfort and broke off, pulling away and looking at her tenderly.

"I love you, Fae" he whispered into her ear.

Her answer was to lift her face up to his, shyly, and return his kisses.

"I love you too, Yero my Hero."

It was the first time she had said this, and at once she felt a huge rush of emotion. She clung to him tightly, not wanting to let go.

She was relaxing into his light, butterfly kisses on her lips, when she felt his tongue brush her lips.

Without thinking or questioning his actions, her mouth opened and she leaned further into his arms and the kiss.

For a long moment they held tight to each other, needing to feel each other there. They stayed that way for a few moments, and then finally pulled apart.

Fiyero, still with his arms loosely around Elphaba, listened for a moment to the sounds outside the window.

He kissed her quickly on the cheek and scooped her up into his arms.

"Come on babe, it's stopped raining and it's really late. We should really get you back to your dorm now."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and he lifted her, carrying her out of the room as she snuggled closer into his arms.

They crossed the courtyard together in the dark, with Fiyero still holding Elphaba in his arms.

He ran the last few yards, and then drew to a standstill as he saw Madame Morrible standing outside the girl's building, her expression grim.

Elphaba turned her head, looked at the headmistress in shock and slid out of Fiyero's arms, blushing furiously even in th dim light.

"Ah, Miss Thropp, Master Tiggular. How kind of you to join us."

Her tone was dripping with sarcasm, so that even Elphaba flinched.

Madame Morrible motioned towards the door.

"Miss Thropp, please return to your room at once. Master Tiggular, return to Cardew Hall. I shall deal with you both in the morning."

Both of them nodded.

"Come to my study before classes tomorrow morning."

Fiyero and Elphaba turned and fled, awaiting the next day and what it would bring.

AN: Ok, so another chapter finished and up! Hope you all liked it. First reviewer can choose the name of the new character I'm going to introduce in the next couple of chapters! So please review…