A/N: Here's a new chapter for you all to enjoy. If the chapters arent coming out as fast, it is because I am working on a short RENT fic. It is only eight chapters and a short epilogue. So don't worry, soon I will have more posted. I lied about moving it to the rated M's. I'll do it next chapter, I swear. So Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Star light star bright first star I see tonight I wish I may I wish I might have this wish I wish tonight: I WISH I OWNED WICKED DAMMIT! But alas, not mine...yet.

Elphaba and Fiyero lay naked, tangled together in the thin sheets on her bed. Elphaba's head was resting on Fiyero's muscular chest, a place where she felt perfectly comfortable. He brushed of the beads of perspiration that trickled down her forehead after their latest escapade. The only noise was the sounds of their breathing and the beating of their hearts that longed for each other after all that time apart.

Elphaba traced shaped on Fiyero's chest as she was trying to refrain from drifting off to sleep. She cuddled closer to Yero her Hero; never wanted top let him go, even if it was just a minute. Fiyero felt the same way. It was absolute paradise being with her in the dilapidated old room in the inn while the noisy press conference was taking place outside.

"Fae, pinch me," Fiyero whispered. He felt like speaking in normal tone would disrupt the perfect balance of the room right now and make them return to the realm of reality, leaving behind their beloved land of what-might-have-been.

A faint smile spread on Elphaba's face. "Why do I need to pinch you?" She too spoke in barely audible whispers. She thought that her voice could not get any higher; Fiyero had the power to make her weak.

"I want you to pinch me to see if this is a dream."

"If this is a dream," Elphaba began, "I never want to wake up."

"Come here." Fiyero pulled Elphaba into a fervent kiss. Oh, how he missed the taste of her! The kiss made his head spin. It made him forget about all of his troubles. With Elphaba, he knew he would be alright.

He broke apart from Elphaba. Hair entwined in his hand, he began to ponder all of those important questions. As he stroked her head, he thought about Glinda, his position on the guard and if this time, he could actually run away with her. He could run after her like he should have done all those years ago. Nothing was there to stop him. He could just disappear into thin air and ride into the moonlit night with Elphaba.

"Yero," Elphaba said, "why didn't you run after me when I left? Not like I was expecting you to or anything."

Fiyero could not answer her right away, for he did not know himself why he did not drop everything to go and find her, especially after she got herself into trouble with the Wizard. After a moment of digging deep in his head he knew the real answer – he was afraid. He was afraid of leaving his comfortable privileged world behind. He was never the one to live as a squatter or in less than brilliant places. He conjured the courage to tell his love that.

"Promise you won't be mad at me?" Fiyero asked before he explained his reasoning to Elphaba. She took his pinkie and linked it with hers like she used to with Nessarose when they made a promise they were willing to keep. Fiyero brought her pinkie to his mouth and kissed his, laughing at the childish form of promise.

"My dearest Elphaba, the truth was that I was scared. I was scared of just taking off. Growing up with a privileged lifestyle tends to do that to you. I am sorry. And if I ran after you, would you have really wanted that?"

"I think you are right. I would have probably pushed you away, knowing my stubborn self."

"Plus, we could not have had this wonderful reunion," Fiyero joked, getting a small giggle out of Elphaba. The clock outside in the city chimed twelve noon. The press conference should have been over and Glinda was probably at the hotel by now, engaging in some form of self pampering or another.

Fiyero stroked Elphaba's silken arm. He brought himself to sit upright against the backboard of the bed. Elphaba followed, placing a trail of kisses up his stomach and chest and to his mouth.

"Elphaba, what do you want me to do?" Fiyero asked.

"What I really want you to do it go back to Glinda."

The comment confused Fiyero. There were together once again and she was telling him to run off and forget her.

"Elphaba now isn't the time to be proud. Honestly, do you think we have a future?"

Elphaba became frustrated. A moment of bliss took a turn for the worse. That stubborn boy! He needs to learn to listen to me, Elphaba thought. He needs to know the reality of the situation. Elphaba got up from the bed, exposing herself to Fiyero. She immediately began to dress because for once in her life, she felt vulnerable. Back at Shiz, she could have walked in front of him naked. Now, the situation did not call for that.

"Yero listen. Look at us. There will never be a real future for us as a pair." Elphaba had to turn away so that her back was facing him. She did not want him to see the tears that were involuntarily escaping her eyes.

"I know that but I don't care." He knew the truth. Maybe they were not supposed to be together after all. They were torn apart. Maybe this meeting was a fluke in the master plan. Then, Fiyero spun Elphaba around to face his. He saw the tears in her eyes and more importantly, he saw the love that they shared for each other when their eyes met. It was not a mistake after all.

"Fiyero, just go," Elphaba commanded. She should just end this cold.

"Elphaba, I love you and I want to be with you!" Fiyero had to contain himself from yelling.

"I understand that. Now is not the opportune time."

"What do you mean?"

"I have to go. I have been in this place for too long. I might get caught by the gale force, especially with all the attention brought here by the press conference. Besides, I am a little overdue to drop in and pay Nessarose a visit."

"What if we won't meet again?"

"Just go back out there with Glinda and pretend everything is all right. I promise we will see each other again."

That promise was not sealed by them joining their pinkies together, but rather by a passionate, lingering kiss that neither wanted to terminate. The kiss lit a spark of hope in both of their hearts that maybe they could be together. With that, they both went their separate ways, not sure exactly when they will meet.