"We should be near Kiamo Ko in a day or so," Fiyero stated to Elphaba, breaking a drawn out silence between them.
"Oh fun, then my "work" can begin," Elphaba said in an uncanny sarcastic tone.
Fiyero frowned, wondering what he said wrong. He wasn't yet used to Elphaba's sharp tone of speaking.
Elphaba's mud dried dress scraped the ground and made her walk in a awkward position with her legs somewhat splayed apart. She tried to ignore this and not to let Fiyero see her get any little bit upset. Because the truth is, she wanted to collapse and sob. She knew that she would never see Nessa again and knowing the horrible medical services of Munchkinland, her father was probably dead. The world's weight was being pressed down on her shoulders, just like it was when she first found out about the deal that ruined everything Elphaba had worked and hoped for.
"Your looking a little pale," Fiyero said, breaking her train of thought.
"And your looking a little sunburn, your point being?" Elphaba coughed back.
Fiyero looked straight ahead, not daring to try to engage in any other type of conversation. Elphaba bit her lip, still unable to get over the fact that her family was an appalling prospect to think about now, since they would never become apart of her future.
"You know, I really wouldn't mind you so much if you hadn't charged in my house like the all mighty bastard you really are, killed my father, scared my sister, and taken me hostage," Elphaba said tartly, almost spiting it at Fiyero.
"I order you to sit in this saddle with me," Fiyero burst at Elphaba, infuriated by her hatred towards his whole being.
Elphaba was shocked by his statement, not believing he actually started to take ahold of the power the contract had given him. Fiyero pulled his horse over, set thinking that ruling over those inferior to him with fear would be the best solution. Elphaba with her sharp nose in the air, walked over to Fiyero and stood, not wanting to comply easily at all.
"I order you too climb infront of me," Fiyero said, knowing Elphaba was as stubborn as a mule.
Elphaba grabbed the front horn of the leather saddle that clinched onto Midnight, and in a single swift motion, threw her leg onto the stirrup and threw the rest of her body over the side of the elegant horse. Fiyero gripped into her waist, trying obviously to make her uncomfortable and succeeding greatly. Fiyero was feeling especially wicked when he decided to slowly caress her ear, feeling her squirm against him in an almost irritated fashion. He calmly and slowly whispered into her ear,
"Don't squirm."
Elphaba sat still, trying not to scream, her body roaring in protest at what the asshole behind her was doing. But then a thought crossed her mind. She suddenly turned around and faced Fiyero in the rather large horse saddle and planted her lips on his neck, giving him the illusion that she had fallen under his scent of passion zeal. Fiyero was initially shocked at this, unable to react to the emerald skinned girls change of heart, sitting still while she did her ritual. She finally pulled her lips away, smiling wickedly back at him.
Elphaba knew Fiyero would end up regretting that moment they had together tonight.
