A/N: Only one drabble for now, hopefully I'll add more soon. Please review!
Touch
Fiyero had hardly a moment to reflect on how right her hand felt within his before she pulled away.
He was strangely off-balance, his mind a jumble of thoughts. Hadn't he just been angry, ready to leave? He could hardly remember why.
He suppressed the desire to reach for her hand, not wanting to scare her away (though how silly a thought, scaring Elphaba), but again it was her who reached out. It wasn't the brush of her fingers that caused him to retreat, but the accompanying realization.
He was falling for her, hard. But he'd never be good enough.