Fiyero glanced back over his shoulder, catching a faint trace of smoke on the breeze. "I don't like being here," he told the others.
"Well that's you're own fault," Yackle remarked.
"That's not what I meant," he flared at her.
"What," Elphaba mumbled, lost on the exchange.
He looked back again. "There's something-"
"It's the rak," Yackle interrupted.
"Maybe. I smell something burning."
Yackle laughed. "Oh well, all that is the gates of hell opening for you."
He glowered at her. "None of what you say makes any sense. You're just a mad old bat."
"Fiyero," Elphaba cried, shocked by his outburst.
"Mad, you say? Well I say it takes one to know one," Yackle shot back.
"What the hell is wrong with you," Elphaba said, dragging him away.
"What's wrong with me? Oh, I don't know. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that we've been wandering aimlessly for over a month and are no closer to finding my daughter. Or maybe it's that that little brat you claim is our son, has kept us waiting for almost half of that time. And oh, yeah, apparently there's a monster stalking us."
"Don't yell at me. I can be angry, too and you wouldn't like that very much," she challenged.
He scowled at her and shook his head. "Reduced to threats," he asked.
She slapped him. "How dare you!"
He touched the spot, his eyes growing darker. He looked ready to strike her as well, and a flash of red appeared in the once warm eyes.
She started at the sight of this. "What's happened to you," she said very quietly.
"Don't you know," he taunted. "Waiting around for you did it to me," he said, before stomping off.
She watched him go, still angry and more than a little confused. And perhaps a touch frightened now, by that strange gleam in his eye.
But Yackle wasn't finished with him. "You shouldn't be here," she hissed at him, snatching his arm as he tried to walk past her.
"Stop that! Do you really think I want to hear what you have to say," he spat back.
"And do I look like I care what you want to hear or not," she countered. "You will hear me," she asserted.
"Then say it," he said, his eyes glowing with rage.
Elphaba watched this play out, alarmed now. It was not like him to be given to fits of rage like this. That was her forte. What was happening?
"You shouldn't be here, either of you," Yackle told them, with a quick glance at Elphaba. "But you especially, it's been far too long and it's getting to you," she said, adressing him.
"What are you talking about," Elphaba cried, feeling completely bewildered.
The distraction was all that was needed for Fiyero to wrench his arm free. Without a look back he walked off into the fog that had risen up during the squabbling and disapearred from there sight.
Elphaba sat down right there and folded her arms looking like a petulant child.
"I'm sorry," Fiyero said. His eyes were large and sorrowful.
Elphaba felt a touch of bitter satisfaction at seeing his expression. She tried her best at ignoring him but he knew all the right places. He lifted her hair and kissed the back of her neck. He moved slowly around to the side as she struggled to repress a tremor of pleasure. He found that spot right there, the one that would drive her to the edge of madness and bit gently. She moaned, letting her eyes roll back.
He chuckled softly at the sound. He slid an arm around her middle. She moved her own around and entwined her fingers with his. He nibbled on her ear.
"Wait," she cautioned.
"It's okay. They've all gone. Just you and me now," he assured her.
"But-"
"Elphie, do you want this or not?"
"Oh what the hell, why not," she replied.
He gave her an amused look. "So romantic, you are," he teased.
She turned around leaning into his chest, letting him wrap her in his warmth. She adjusted her skirt in such away that if they were interrupted nothing would be seen.
They made love just like that, with her on top, both of them taking turns in the act.