Chapter 32. Heart and Mind
Rifiuto: Non Miniera
Here it is, as promised, long and steamy.......
They spent four weeks traveling back to the Vinkus. By the time they got to Kiamo Ko, everyone was exhausted. Most went to bed. Fae had taken one of the guest rooms, and spent the majority of her time wandering the halls, looking for the book she'd borrowed from Elphaba, that she'd misplaced on the trip.
Finding it nowhere, she decided to check Elphaba and Fiyero's room. If Elphaba was her mother in the past, then she probably hoarded books like she did in the present--or, future.
After checking that neither were near, she slipped into the bedroom, intent on finding her kill, grabbing it, and fleeing back to her room.
Meanwhile, Elphaba and Fiyero were sipping tea and snacking on Musetta's secret stash of truffles that Elphaba had come across in the kitchen. They'd spent the majority of the trip back trying to keep their hands off each other, and it wasn't working. The majority of their time spent in the kitchen, involved them in a liplock, caressing and touching. Once they finished, they headed upstairs.
Fae, checked every place imaginable. From the bed to the bathroom, she found nothing. She had just pawed through Elphaba's undergarments, when footsteps in the hall made her pause.
They weren't fading; they were getting louder.
Oh shit.
Quickly looking for a place to hide, Fae fled for the only logical place- the closet.
Through the crack in the door, she watched the two enter, locked in a passionate embrace. Fae took several deep breaths, forming a plan in her mind. Once she was sure, she'd bolt for the door when their backs were turned, bookless.
However, the sound of a door being locked made her pause as she reached for the doorknob.
They'd locked the door, to ensure more privacy.
Locked.
Shit.
Dejected, Fae plopped on the floor at teh back of the closet, mentaly beating herself up for her own stupidity. If it hadn't been for that stupid book, she wouldn't be in this mess.
"Stupid. Stupid Fae."
"Yero! Oh Yero! I love you!" Fae's head snapped up, at the sound of Elphaba's voice. She scurried forward, and peeked out the door.
The prince and princess had moved to the bed, and were now undressing each other. Fae's eyes shot to the door, and back.
Screwed.
That's what she was.
Screwed.
She returned to her place at the back of the closet, and waited.
As Fae tried to come up with a plan to get out of the closet, Fiyero and Elphaba were just getting started. They had stripped each other of their clothes, and now lay in bed, kissing passionatley.
Fiyero's hands ran down Elphaba's sides, caressing her hips, pulling her closer. Slowly, she parted her legs, arched her back.
"Oh Yero."
She breathed his name between kisses, meeting his eyes. Passion sparked in her dark eyes, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, digging her nails into his back, pulling him to her.
"You're sure?" He asked, breaking the kiss briefly. She nodded.
"I'll always be sure with you."
Their lips crashed against each other as their bodies slowly caught up. Soon, his lips moved from hers, down her neck, to her breasts, and then lower. Gently, he kissed her navel, the emerald diamond cool against his lips. Then, he returned his lips to hers, his hands caressing her body, his fingers running along the skin of her buttocks.
"Do it Yero. I need you. I need you!" She cried, as he entered her.
Slowly, gently, he entered her, their hips sliding perfectly, completely into place.
Her back arched, and she pulled him closer, forcing him to go deeper, harder, faster.
"I love you Fae." He told her, kissing her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and she dug her nails into his back, crying out as he continued at her urging.
Fae, meanwhile, sat in the closet, ears covered, humming, singing softly, anything to drown out her future parents' cries of escasty.
It wasn't working.
"Oh Yero! I love you!"
Their bodies melded together, becoming one, as they had done so often before. At first Elphaba and Fiyero had been nervous around each other, uncertain, for both practiced the concept of waiting to have sex. It had been slowly and easy, gentle, that first time.
Both had been fast learners afterwards though.
Now, they were old pros at it.
Elphaba cried out, pleasure in her voice, as her husband drove deeper into her.
So close.
"Harder Yero! I need you! All of you! Harder! Deeper, please! Please Yero, I need to feel you inside me! I need to feel our bodies connected! Yero harder!"
Fae's eyes hurt, from how hard she was closing them. She could just imagine what they were doing, and tried so hard to block that image from her mind.
No luck.
"Oh Fae!"
"Yero!"
Their screams mingled as one, mixing and joining, as their bodies melded into one.
Escasty was all the two felt, complete and utter pleasure.
Fiyero had brought his wife to her breaking point, her point of orgasm.
Soon, they collapsed in each others arms, their bodies slick with sweat, their lungs dry of air, their voices hoarse.
Gently, Fiyero kissed her, before they snuggled close, talking softly.
"I've never reached that......breaking point before. It was......amazing." She whispered.
"It certainly was." He agreed.
"Yero?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you think we--?"
"Don't think about that now, my love. Just think about the wonderful places I'll take you." He said, sitting up and kissing her, before they repeated the process.
Elphaba and Fiyero reached orgasm six more times that night. They spent the entire night making love, and by the time they did sleep, it was near dawn.
Once she was sure they were asleep, Fae snuck out of the closet, jimmied the lock, and fled, not before locking the door on the outside.
As she crawled into bed, Yackles words rang in her head.
"The young queenie shall have her son. On a night when the heart and mind are in the same glass case."
Unbeknowest to everyone, it was true.
Yackle had been right.