Study
Fiyero stared at her as she lay peacefully sleeping. He absorbed every inch of visible green skin; every gentle curve; every wisp of dark hair. He smiled. She looked like such an angel when she slept.
Slowly, Elphaba began to stir. She stretched just as Fiyero leaned down to brush her lips with his own. One eye cracked open. "I thought you were supposed to be studying," Elphaba said, her voice heavy with sleep.
"I have been." He indicated the books spread over the floor.
She gave him a half-hearted look of doubt. "Then how come you're up here on the bed?"
"I never said exactly what I've been studying." He grinned.
Elphaba rolled her eyes. "Well, I'm awake now, so I know what you're studying. Get back to the proper study."
"Yes, ma'am."
Elphaba sighed. Men.