Fiyero woke to darkness. Well, not quite. The room was bathed in moonlight. He sat up a bit and instantly regretted it. There seemed not to be an inch of him that wasn't aching.
But it was a good ache, a healing one.
He looked down at himself to see his torso was wrapped tight with bandages. Broken ribs no doubt, the aftermath of all those years ago leaping into the present to plague him. Still it came with the knowledge that now, at long last, he was once again wholly alive. Part of the world again, instead of living on the fringes. He laughed aloud at the prospect.
Elphaba stirred at the sound "Wuz funny," she mumbled, half-asleep.
"It hurts everywhere," he told her.
She gave him a look like he had gone mad.
He kissed her forehead just beneath the hairline and pulled her even closer. "This is perfect," he breathed.
But she had other plans. She moved with a fluid grace, sliding atop him. "I see you're rising to the occasion," she said, coyly.
He laughed again. He was cut off by a twinge from his sore ribs. He winced and said, "Not that I don't want this to happen but this is kind of strenous and I'm sure I should be taking it easy."
She silenced his protest with a sultry look. She leaned down and ran a finger along his lower abdomen where the skin was uncovered. He shivered with pleasure and his words ran dry.
"Who said you have to do anything," she teased. She wrapped her hand around and kissed the top.
"Oh my," he gasped.
She parted her lips and slid them down over it. She felt him stiffen. She straightened herself and looked down at him. "Would this please you, do you think?"
"Yeah..."
She smoothed a plait of unruly hair behind her ear and went back to the task at hand. She smiled inwardly as he twisted his hands into the sheets. A small moan of ecstacy escaped his lips
She teased and tantalyzed, trying to prolong things as much as possible. Fifteen years he had known little pleasure. If she had her way that would stop now.
He twisted beneath her and the moans escalated to cries as she continually brought him to the edge of release only to withdraw just enough and start the process again.
For nearly three hours this went on until she decided he had enough (and she was tired) and allowed him the release. She let go and her hand came away sticky. Carefully, she licked the thick liquid from her fingers and snuggled in beside him again. "Was that good? Did you enjoy?"
He nodded vigorously, apparently too winded to speak.
She smiled, pleased with herself. "I aim to please."
He shifted, turning to her and wrapping his strong arms around her, pressing her tight against him. It was as if he were afraid that somehow she would give him the slip and leave. But why should you fear? She sighed. He was ever the mystery. The more she learned, the more questions she had.
"Scandalous! The fornication! And inside these hallowed halls," Sister Liason wailed.
"They have the right given extenuating circumstances," the Superior Maunt replied, unimpressed by her subordinates bemoaning.
Sister Liason gasped. "Surely, you do not advocate such an impopriety? Oh! I'd never thought I'd see the day our honor was so besmirched. And the both of them dangerous felons. I was against it from the beginning. They should have never been granted sanctuary."
"The Unnamed God does not look on an act of love between a man and a woman with ill-favor. As far as I'm concerned it was homage paid were homage was due." The Superior Maunt paused and looked over at the younger woman. "How is that you know of their actions conducted behind closed doors? Were you spying on them? I daresay, you got quite the show."
Liason looked aghast, the very model of shocked indignation. "Why the very thought-"
"Yes, yes. You are as pious as they come now if you please, I have to see to our guests," she said, dismissively.