Fiyero opened up his eyes to the light shining in from the balcony doorway, it seems that with all that in all of the heat of the moment last night he had forgotten to close it. But as he continued to awake he realized Elphaba wasn't next to him. He didn't hear any water running, and it didn't look like her drawers or closet had been touched. Then he saw her. Standing on the balcony, leaning against the rail, her soft raven hair blowing with the wind. He got up out of bed and went into the doorway, resting his body against the doorpost.

"Good morning." he said. She turned around quickly.

"I hadn't realized you had woken up." she apologized.

"Oh it's fine. I just saw you out here and thought I might...well you know...say hello, I guess." he replied. He strode over to the balcony leaning on the rail with her. Sighing "I'm really sorry about today."

She glanced over at him. He was sad too, maybe as much as him. But she knew that she wouldn't get pregnant after tonight. She wasn't ovulating or on her period yet, so she was positive that she was in the green.

"We should probably start getting ready..." her voice trailed off. He nodded and then he went to his closet and pulled out the outfit he was supposed to wear and left the room. A few minutes later the bride's helpers came up. And a few hours later she was in her gown, a lavish pure white with a semi-long tram and vail, some white heel-like sandals, most likely Arjiki bride's shoes, and some light blush, mascara, eye shadow, and lip gloss to finish her off.

It was time for the wedding, where I as the author will now be lazy and not describe any of it to you, and therefore skip to the scene where they're now in the bedroom again.

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They were both in the room now. Trying to delay the inevitable. She went over to the bed and sat down, starting to remove the ear rings, shoes, and later on head to the restroom sink to wash off the make-up. He was nervous too, his heart was pounding, hands sweating, and he was beginning to pace. Undoing his neck tie, taking off his belt, shoes, socks, and jacket, he sat down on the bed waiting for her to return.

When she entered the room again she turned for him to undo the zipper of her dress, reluctantly he followed her silent command and did. She whispered a thank you, and turned back to him.

It was almost the same as last night for him, his hormones were getting the better of him. The testosterone was kicking in and now he wanted her. He cursed himself and then stood up to face her.

"I'm sorry about what's about to happen." he said. Moments before sliding the dress down her shoulders and revealing the jade green flesh, coinsided with a white pair of bra and underwear. But regardless of that, he ignored her body for the moment and turned his head to kiss her. She looked as though she wanted to kiss too, because her mouth was parted slightly and her eyes were starting to close. Soon their lips touched, and for a moment it was only that kiss. Of course it seems ridiculous that there should be such passion in a kiss between people who've only known each other for no more than twenty-four hours, but this kiss proved that it indeed was ridiculous. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him, she pressed her hands against his bare chest.

His hands moved up and down her back, almost begging her body to moan at his touch, or to find some sensitive spot. They broke their kiss gasping for air, but it wasn't long before they had found their way to the bed. She was laying parallel with the bed now, and his hands had found the clip (oddly) placed in the front of the bra. The bra was quickly discarded with the other clothes and sooner than later, her underwear was as well.

Neither of them were experienced with sex, so it was natural for her to already be wet, and natural for him to not do any foreplay at all. He asked her is she was ready and she gave a simple nod, considering her though, he pushed himself in gently. She winced at the sudden pain and clutched her nails into his arms, but on his part he was lost in the moment. The suddent tightness of her made him go crazy. But once he had pushed through his euphoric moment and was now probably as deep as he could go into her at the moment, he kissed her gently and brought her close to him. There were a few small tears falling down her cheeks, but he just took the liberty of kissing them away as well.

But in her mind she was completely blank. This suddenly new senation to her was odd yet overwhelming, scary yet welcoming, and most of all awkward yet completely lustful for more. She found herself moving slightly against him, possibly granting him permission to move, and he took the signal and began moving. At first it was a slow steady rhythm where they matched each other perfectly, but then as she started moaning for more they were found trying unknown yet modernly and widely used positions. Varying from missionary, doggy, spoons, cowgirl, lotus, and piledriver.

Though both of them found ''sex" to be highly pleasurable, it was still awkward and embarassing for them. And as soon as he had released himself into her, her blood on the sheets, and the two subconsciously embracing one another, they collapsed. He was lying next to her from the previous piledriver position and she had proceeded to face away from him. So again he was caught staring at her back. He watched her back move up and down with her breathing and was moved to go and cuddle up to her. He was extremely sorry about what had just taken place between them, but didn't they have to? Weren't they supposed to have sex on their wedding night? Wasn't her blood supposed to be on the sheets and his semen inside of her womb? He assumed so, but still felt extremely guilty for taking advantage of her like that. He wanted to apologize again, but realizing that it wouldn't do any good regardless, so he just sat up, got out of their bed and went out onto the balcony.

He sat their for awhile, thinking about doing something that would calm his nerves. He was always told that smoking would calm his nerves, but he wasn't going to begin an activity like that. So her jsut sat there, looking at the different constellations. Hyrda, scorpio, taurus, orion, etc. Until he heard the bed moving, he saw he rolling back towards his direction and just watched her. 'She must feel dreadful,' he thought. She had to, didn't she? I mean even if she enjoyed the sex, there could've been things done differently.

Fiyero remembered that there was something called foreplay. And then it hit him once he remembered what foreplay was. How could he have been so stupid? Feeling guilty again he got up out of his chair and walked back over to the bed. Crawling in he reached over slightly and kissed her before whispering a good night.

"I'm sorry I couldn't make this awful experience more enjoyable for you..." he sighed. "and I know things will probably never be the same between you and me, but I think you should know. Even if you're asleep right now, that I like you alot, and I probably sound like the lamest guy ever. But I believe I've fallen in love with a girl I've only known for 26 hours."

She was half-asleep and she heard it somewhat. She caught eveything in the beginning and in the end. She was touched, but didn't know how to react either. Elphaba was sure that she liked him back, maybe possibly even loved him, but she wasn't sure if she was "in love" with him. She'd have to consider her feelings for him later on, but the current moment was no time to do so. But she did the best reply she could for him and sidled up to his chest and she let his hands rub and knead her back again. Gently continuing until they both fell asleep.