Make of our lives one life,
Day after day, one life.
Now it begins, now we start
One hand, one heart,
Even death won't part us now.
It didn't seem real to her. She was sure any moment she would wake up, cold and alone. But the feeling of his lips against hers felt real. The feeling of his hand on her back was warm. She broke away from him to whisper, "I'm dreaming. This isn't real."
He kissed her again. "You aren't dreaming. Or if you are, I'm dreaming too." He shifted them gently so she was beneath him.
"Have you dreamed about this before?" She asked, her voice quiet and breathy.
He pressed his lips against her forehead. "Every night."
"Every night ever?" Mischief sparkled in her dark brown eyes as she contently laid back onto her black cloak.
"Every night since I knew I loved you." He pressed his hand against her cheek smoothing a stray lock of hair out of her face.
"And when did you know you loved me?" She was surprised at her own boldness. She had never thought anyone would love her. She had never thought she would be talking to someone about love.
He kissed her forehead. "When I knew you meant what you said. When I saw how passionate youareWhen we ran out of that classroom together. When we touchedfor the first time." Her fingers found the faint scar that ran across his cheek. You wouldn't see it unless you knew it was there. It reminded her of a long ago day that had let off a spark that was workign itself up to a full blown fire now.
"I loved you when your mask fell to the floor, when I knew you didn't mean everythingthat you said. When I knew the facade really was justa facade." Her fingers played tenatively with the top few buttons of his shirt. Acting bolder than she felt, she undid them. He smiled at her obvious shyness and guided her fingers lower.
They slid further, faster and faster.She quit thinking, focusing on only feeling. She drowned herself in him to avoid her worrying. The sun would set, the moon would rise without her thinking about it. For just a little time she could stop being strong and just be.
Afterward the laid together panting and sweaty. "We are one now, Fae." He laced their fingers together and she smiled at the pretty contrast of their skintones. "We'll be together, always."
She smirked. "I'll never get rid of you?"
"Nope." He grinned and laid back. "You're stuck with me now."
"Forever and ever?" she asked.
"Forever and ever,"he promised.
She streached feeling catlike, resting her head on his chest. "Damn. I suppose I'll have to get used to you."
"I suppose you will."
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Later, after the events of the Witch Hunt had occured and the dust had settled, a Scarecrow knocked on a trapdoor in the castle of the Wicked Witch of the West. She could hardly breath. "You're supposed to be dead."
He pressed his burlap lips to her forehead. "So are you." She laid her hands against his straw-filled chest, sadly. He caught the look in her eyes. "None of that saddness. You thought I would let death part us?" He smiled and shook his head. "Never. I'll live as long as you live, Elphaba. We have one life."