Safe
Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked. You should know this by now.
A/N: Ok, I've been writing so much angst lately that I REALLY needed to write some good old Fiyeraba fluff. So here goes…. My attempt at fluff….gulp. And yes, I know, Elphaba is pretty out of character by some opinions. I can't help it. It's not too bad.
Pov: Third person
Third part of book
The two of them huddled under the blanket, though it did virtually nothing by way of warmth. God forbid something actually do what it's supposed to, Elphaba thought bitterly. It was so damn cold that she had to huddle even closer to him. This wasn't a problem though. This was definitely preferable to lying alone under the blanket. He kissed her lightly on the top of her head and she cuddled closer.
She knew that there were so many things to worry about, so many things that would be more practical for her to be doing than this. She knew that at any moment someone could burst through her door and kill her. But with him, it didn't seem to matter. With him, she felt safe. With him, she was complete.
A/N: (Comes out from deep, dark corner) OK, I personally think that that was crap, but just review, ok? Please?