Chapter Sixteen: You Can't Always Get What You Want

Elphaba wondered if her roommate was ever going to say anything to her about what she'd seen between Fiyero and her. She didn't want her to. In fact, Elphaba didn't want the girl to say anything to her. She spent her time as close to the window next to her bed as possible, staring across campus. It was busy. Students walked this way and that. She saw Munchkins and Gilikinese. She even saw a few Quadlings. But she was the only green girl. And Fiyero was the only Vinkun. It was a shame. His dark skin and the tattoos were so very… interesting. The world could use more of that.

Classes hadn't started yet. Galinda spent as much time out of the room as possible, her Ama usually trailing behind. Before they left, Ama Clutch would look at Elphaba and tell her to be good. That was really all the woman had ever said to her.

But Galinda's friends must've been busy tonight, because she was sitting across the room, staring into the mirror she had brought. Elphaba hated mirrors. There had been none in the mauntery. And it wasn't like she needed reminding of her abnormality. When she walked by the mirror she would literally close her eyes.

It was stuffy in the room. The two of them sitting in silence was too much tension for Elphaba to bear. "I'm going to Fiyero's." She had to at least tell the girl or her Ama where she was going. Otherwise the woman would lecture her later.

"Your boyfriend?" Galinda asked.

"He's not…" They hadn't put a label on it. But that was essentially what it was, wasn't it? They were exclusive (a thought she found amusing considering he was promised to that Sarima girl).

"He's not? That kiss you two were sharing was pretty friendly."

Elphaba sighed. "It's complicated. And none of your business. Really. I'm going, okay? I might stay the night." She left, ignoring the way the blonde's eyes widened when she had said she was spending the night.

Students stared at her when she walked across campus. She had noticed them stare at Fiyero, too. But the way they stared at her was different. Fiyero's differentness was easily explained by where he was from. Hers was not. She pulled her cloak tighter around her and quickened her pace.

He opened the door seconds after she knocked, smiling at her. "It's getting dark."

Elphaba gestured to the schoolbag over her shoulder. "I brought my nightdress. If it's okay, maybe I'll stay here tonight? I can't stand just sitting there while she stares at herself in the mirror all night."

"Is that really all she's doing?"

"It's all she's done for the past hour. I'm not kidding."

He snorted and sat down on the small couch in the main room that was attached to his kitchen as she removed her cloak and did the same. "So, in regards to what happened the other day, are we still even going to bother with being discreet?"

"I think we should. Fiyero, I don't want to be affectionate in public. Don't get me wrong, I like… those things, but I'm not too fond of the idea of kissing you, even lightly, in front of anyone. This is just us. No one else needs to get involved. We don't have to obsess about hiding the way we would at Kiamo Ko, but I'd still not like the world to know."

"Kissing me now is okay, though?"

She flushed. "It's more than okay."

And so he did. She felt his hands on her, his tongue on hers. Her heart pounded. She felt so warm, so warm that she wanted to tear her clothes off. Sweet Oz, what was happening to her? Was this a hormonal female thing or was it just what he did to her? She wanted to find out.

He began unbuttoning her blouse. But his hands were cold and she jumped. He noticed and slowed down. She saw his eyes change and her heart dropped. He was going to stop, wasn't he?

"I'm sorry, Elphaba. I didn't mean to get carried away."

She opened her mouth to tell him that he was welcome to get as carried away as he wanted, but nothing would come out.

He kissed her lips softly and began to stand up. "I… I'm going to go… take a cold shower."

At least she was affecting him like he affected her. "No, Fiyero…"

He looked at her and cocked his head.

"You didn't do anything wrong. Your hands were cold, that's all."

He paused for a moment and then started laughing. "Well, then I'm still sorry. I'm sorry my hands were cold. Shall we sit by the fire where it's warmer?"

She smiled. "Yes. If you're going to remove any of my clothing, I'd like to at least be warm somehow."

He grabbed a fleece blanket and tossed it closer to the fire. "Oh, I'd keep you plenty warm."

She raised her eyebrows playfully. "Oh, you would?" Elphaba sat down on the blanket, the top two buttons of her blouse still open. "Warm your hands by the fire and show me how, then." She didn't have to say directly what she wanted, and so long as she could talk around it maybe she could get it without having to say as much.

Fiyero looked at her. She could see how eager he was in his eyes, and not only there. He sat beside her and held his hands close to the fire. After a moment he said, "I think my hands are warm now," and kissed her again. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she let him lay her out on the blanket. His hands went back to her blouse, and they were, in fact, much warmer. They sent fire through her veins. He kissed down her neck as he finished with her blouse.

Elphaba laughed lightly as he fiddled with some clasps and failed to get them unhooked. She reached back and dealt with them herself. Sometimes she forgot he was just as inexperienced as she was. With the way he made her feel, it certainly didn't seem like that.

He rested a hand against the flat of her stomach and slowly slid it upwards. She couldn't hide her moan when he found his destination. And a moment later when his mouth joined his hand, she was amazed she didn't cry out. Her breathing was ragged as his tongue traveled her skin and his teeth nipped at the taut flesh of her breasts. She began unbuttoning his shirt, too.

She was pleased to discover the way the diamonds traveled down his chest. He stopped his teasing and looked at her, smiling. She found herself counting the diamonds on his chest, pressing her forefinger against each one. There were twelve on his chest, two on his neck and three on his face. Elphaba wondered if they went lower. The one just above his navel made her think that they did. She kissed it, teasing him.

His mouth opened slightly and he grinned at her. Fiyero pushed her skirt up to her thighs. "I want you so badly."

She could only nod.

Gently he tugged at her panties, sliding them down her thighs, over her knees, down her calves and finally off. He looked into her eyes and smiled when she opened her legs further. She felt his hands on her inner thighs. Sweet Oz, she wanted him to touch her. The slightest brush of his finger made her moan so loud she worried the next apartment could hear her. When he pressed one finger, then two, inside of her, she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from squealing. It was so good it was almost painful.

She touched his cheek as he began to move his fingers, slowly, but he quickly sped up when she pressed her hips against his hand, begging. "Please."

He continued, faster and faster until she grabbed the blanket and cried out into it to muffle her screams, pleasure overwhelming her. Fiyero withdrew his fingers gently. "Elphaba…"

She reached to help him out of the rest of his clothes, but he stopped her. Elphaba's face fell. "What?"

"I want you. You have no idea how badly I want you."

"I think I do," she grinned and touched between his legs.

His eyes widened. "We… You are making this so hard."

"I know, I can feel it," she laughed. She was trying to pretend he wasn't about to stop what they were doing. She wanted him to take her there on that blanket. Elphaba had never wanted anything so urgently before.

Fiyero backed himself away slightly. "Please don't take this the wrong way. I want to. And I'm ready. And clearly you're indicating that you want to. But…"

"What is it, Fiyero?"

"We just got here, Fae. We just finally got the chance to be truly alone. So we're rushing. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying we should wait that much longer, but I want you to think about it when you are away from me. I want you to tell me before I start kissing you that you want it. That could be the next time we see each other for all I know. I just want to know that we're not just getting carried away and that we really want this."

"I have wanted it."

"Tell me that, then. Next time. Now, really, Elphaba, I need to take a cold shower. Please don't be offended. I hate myself for stopping this and I hope that you'll come back to me maybe even tomorrow night and tell me you want to. But until then, I don't feel right about it." He kissed her lips and went to the bathroom.

Elphaba watched him walk away and began to sit up, flushing when she realized how damp the insides of her thighs were and that there was a wet spot on the blanket. He was going to make her say it? It wasn't fair. It wasn't as though she wasn't used to not getting what she wanted. But this was different. It hurt.