Chapter 68. Six Years Later
Rifiuto: Non Miniera
A/N: "Don't push for things to come so fast, it's better to take it slow and get it right, than take it fast and make a mistake." Is the translation to Fiyero's saying.
Fiyero led Elphaba into the garden. They liked to take these early evening walks just after dinner. It was tradition.
"Do you think we're doing good? As rulers?" Elphaba asked.
Fiyero chuckled, and pulled her into the rose aclove. They danced to unheard music, their bodies pressed close together, their fingers lacing.
"I think we're doing as good as can be expected for now. Non farlo farsi strada per cosa a arrivare cosi veloce, cio e migliore a portare lo lento e prendere cio e giusto, che prendere cio e veloce e creare un sbaglio." He whispered, pressing his forehead against hers. She sighed, and nodded, her eyes closing instinctively.
Elphaba wrapped her free arm around her husband's neck, and kissed him.
"Fiyero?"
"Yes, mi regina?"
"Make love to me."
He obeyed her request, and kissing her deeply, gently, leaning his body into hers. Her fingers ran through his hair, and his arms tightened around her waist. Then, slowly, they settled on the ground, Elphaba laying in the soft earth, as her husband climbed gently on top of her. Slowly, they began undressing each other, only breaking to allow a shirt to pass over Fiyero's head.
Their hands began to wander, finding familiar places, as their bodies caught up. Legs parted, their bodies became one. Their cries mixed together, carried on the gentle breeze.
"Oh Yero! Harder! I need you! I love you!"
"I love you Fae!"
"Oh Yero!"
Soon, they collapsed in each others' arms.
They lay in the garden, unaware that they had just conceived their daughter.