Chapter Twenty-One: What it really feels like

The room they were to stay in was lit with only two candles when they entered. Its furniture was scarce, but a large bed, adorned with blankets of only the finest cotton, stood in the middle. Elphaba stared at it with wide eyes and anticipation as Fiyero closed the door behind them, saying, "Finally, alone."

Elphaba felt his arms wrap around her and she looked up at him with a small gulp. "Yes, finally. I thought that reception would never end."

"It hasn't. My parents said they'd put a stop to it and for us to go on up. I don't know why they made it so dark in here," Fiyero flicked on a light, still holding Elphaba with one arm, "I think, tonight, I want to see everything."

"All that and more, Yero my hero." She turned around. "Would you please unzip this dreadful thing?"

"So soon?" He grinned.

"I hate this gown more than anything. I don't care that I married you in it, I want off with it. I'm not even going to bother hanging it up."

"Good, I was planning on it being tossed to the floor with my clothes." Fiyero tugged at the zipper at the back of her dress. "There you go, you're free."

Elphaba looked at him again, and then stepped out of her dress and kicked it to the side. She smiled as Fiyero removed his suit jacket and tossed it near her dress. Only in a slip now, she put her arms around his neck and kissed him, letting one arm slide down to undo the buttons of his shirt. As the buttons came undone, she stopped kissing him and began to pay more attention to the diamonds. Both of her hands were tracing them now, and she giggled when he reached around and fumbled with the fastenings on her slip. "Eager to see me much?" She teased.

He removed the slip and started on her undergarments, taking a moment to run his hands along her stomach before pulling at her waistline playfully. "I want to do more than just see you. I want to touch you in places you've never been touched before. I want to feel your soft skin under my fingertips as you're begging for more. I want your hands to slide where they have before, only now able to touch what they want. I want you to feel how much I want you," he took one of her hands and together they undid the rest of his clothing.

She shivered, standing cold and bare in the middle of the room in the winter. His hands warmed her, but not enough. His hands were sliding downward now and he pressed his fingers between her legs gently and she gasped. "Come to bed," she beckoned, taking his hands and leading him across the room. She pulled back the blankets and laid back on the sheets. They were pure white and she felt sorry they may be stained within the next minutes… perhaps by blood. At once she began to shudder.

"Fae?" He asked, climbing onto the bed next to her and running each hand over her breasts, before taking his mouth to them. "Are you okay?"

She moaned at the feel of his mouth and harshly told herself to stop doubting. A hand slipped down to guide him. Again, she shuddered.

"Is something wrong?" He asked again.

"It's just," she gestured below his waist, "I can't see how you're not about to tear me apart. Nothing has ever been inside me and something so…" she flushed, "big… is going to hurt, isn't it?"

He nodded solemnly. "I don't want to hurt you, Fae."

"A little pain now, much pleasure later," she reassured herself and nodded into his eyes. "Just get it over with."

He brought a hand down to join hers and together they moved him into her. All at once, he could feel something pop and he had to do his best not to pull back in horror. "I don't want to hurt you," he repeated.

She squinted her eyes shut as pain ripped through her. It burned and it tore and she bit her lip so hard she tasted blood in order to keep from screaming in pain. "I'm fine." She choked.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, moving slowly.

"Don't be sorry!" She scolded. "It's the course of nature, Fiyero. Just kiss me as we do this, okay?"

"Okay." He did as she told him and slipped his arms around her waist, moving her in rhythm with him. Soon he forgot that she'd been in pain, for both of them had closed their eyes, and he found himself pushing faster. Her nails dug into his back as she felt him go deeper, but she would not pull her mouth from his. He did so soon enough and groaned in pleasure. "Fae, I love you."

She blinked back tears as he finally removed himself, and she wrinkled her nose at the thought of the fluids, including blood, mixing inside of her. She whimpered uncomfortably and managed to murmur, "I love you, too, Fiyero," before collapsing in his arms from exhaustion.

She woke in the middle of the night and noted that the lights were still on. Muttering to herself, she got up to turn them off. Her attention was diverted however, when Fiyero stirred in the bed. "Oh, Yero, you've got blood on you!"

"You were the one bleeding," he mumbled tiredly. "There should be more on you."

She looked down at herself to find that she was barely tainted with blood and she moved towards her bag, where her oils were. "I'll clean you up."

"Now?" He grumbled.

"Yes, now!" She snapped. "It's disgusting."

"I can do it myself."

"Don't bother," she sighed, bringing a bottle to the bedside table and cupping some in her palms. "Haven't you always wanted to be rubbed down with oil?"

"Only by you, Fae." He smiled, fully awake. Three minutes later, he took her again.

The second time, there was no pain. She'd braced herself for it to hurt again, like it had the first time, but she gladly found that it did not. Maybe it did get better. He pressed his mouth to hers and she pushed him gently. "Don't. I don't want to focus on the feel of anything but you in me like that."

"I'm not hurting you?" He asked, tentatively moving himself above her.

"Not at all. It feels fine."

"Are you sure?"

She only smiled up at him. "Mmmm. Yes. It feels much better now, Yero my hero."

"Good." He moved a little faster. "Tell me what you want."

She arched her back. "Oooooh, Yero, don't stop!"

"I wasn't planning on stopping any time soon, Fae." He continued thrusting with a sort of knowing ease. Slowly, her arms snuck around their waists and brought him further.

"Oh, I like that. Yero, you really are…" She gasped, "my hero." She twisted her neck back and forth with pleasure. "Like that, like that. Just like that. I… oh, Oz, Yero, please!" Her head fell back against the sheets and she writhed beneath him in ecstasy.

"Please what?"

"Don't ask. Just keep going like that. Moving like that. It's… oh, please." She cried out, "Oh, Yero I love you. I love you, I love you so much. Yes, love, yes!" Her eyes closed and she felt a sudden release as he moved. "Yero, that was so good."

He stopped, smirking above her. "I thought it would take forever to make you scream like that." Lying back down, he told her, "I thought you wouldn't like it that time."

"Well, I liked it. I liked it a lot. And Glinda said…"

"Glinda?"

"She said it would hurt for the first few times. What did she know? It only hurt once."

"Glinda's had sex?"

"No, Yero, darling. She hasn't. And that's why she couldn't possibly know just how wrong she is. Can we do it again in the morning?"