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"Fiyero, dearest, how is this one?" questioned Glinda, hoisting up the skirt of the wedding gown and stepping down to waltz over to him.

"It looks beautiful on you, Glin." Fiyero huffed, his cheek resting on his palm. His gray eyes were adrift and Glinda pouted.

"You've said that about the last three. What do I have to do to get you to be honest with me?" She asked him, putting her hands on her hips, looking at him with an over exaggerated frown.

"I am being honest. All of them look beautiful on you." He got to his feet and pulled her into a kiss. It was so odd to be kissing his betrothed when he knew that her lips had been tasted by another man. It was even odder to know that he wished that her lips were Elphaba's, but he knew that the accidental kiss would most likely never happen again.

Glinda's cheeks turned a bright pink and she giggled as she went back to her voluminous dresses. Fiyero, as she was being shown another dress, slipped out of the room. The time spent sitting in front of his bride had given him time to think. He knew what he had done while kissing Elphaba's neck and he knew how to use it against her.

"Elphaba, we need to talk." Fiyero grabbed her upper forearm and turned her around to face him.

"Fiyero, seriously, what's wrong now?" The green girl snapped, glaring at the man angrily. "I'm not in the mood for you to try to eat my face again."

Fiyero blushed and his mouth dropped open. "Your informal speech is appalling, Elphaba."

"You're appalling, Master Fiyero." Elphaba shot back.

"You know, you shouldn't be so snappy."

"Why?"

"Because of your hickey." Elphaba unconsciously rubbed her neck.

"How does that have to do with anything?" She asked, gulping.

Fiyero came closer to her, nearly breathing down her neck. "What would Etai do if he found out that you have a hickey? You know that he hates when you do anything but work."

Elphaba shivered at the closeness. "What do you want from me?" She asked as Fiyero pulled her into his chambers.

"What makes you think that I want anything?" He inquired playfully.

Elphaba backed up in fear, biting her lip. "Fiyero, this is wrong. You're blackmailing me, aren't you, Mr. Brainless?" Despite her fright, she couldn't help but insult him.

Fiyero tilted his head and took her hand. "Yes I am, Miss Smart Ass. Now, how about you shut up and listen?"

Elphaba looked at him in utter surprise. How dare he speak to her that way! She opened her mouth to protest, but then shut it as she thought about Etai.

"I love you, Elphaba. I do."

"Fiyero-"

"Stop. Fiyero, stop, please."

"Why should I stop? I can't stop love. You can't stop love."

"It's not love, Fiyero. Whatever you think you feel for me is not love. You have a fiancée, wealth, and a brilliant future ahead of you. Why do want to throw all that away for someone that you don't even know?" Elphaba asked him, shaking her head and walking towards the door.

"I do know you, Elphaba. I know that your mom was friends with Uplands. I know about your sister, Nessarose, and how she had polio. I know about the abuse." Fiyero watched as Elphaba slowly turned around, tears welling in her dark eyes.

"How do you know? And more importantly, why do you care?" She looked at him in question. As the tears fell, she gasped and then fell to the floor, grasping Fiyero's bed sheet and dabbing at her eyes before the salty wetness could travel down her emerald cheeks.

Fiyero dropped to his knees next to her and held her in his arms. "Hush, Elphaba, you're okay." He whispered into her hair.

"No, Fiyero, please…. We can't." Elphaba begged him.

"Yes, we can." Fiyero assured her, kissing the top of her head and wiping her tears.

"Don't let me cry, Fiyero. I can't stand it."

"What do you mean?"

"Water; it burns my skin." Fiyero was terribly confused, but he didn't ask.

"It doesn't matter. The water will have to go through me first."

Elphaba allowed herself to laugh and she laid her head on Fiyero's chest. "Fine, but you will never speak of this again."

"Glinda won't find out, I promise. But I will speak of it, hell, I'd shout it from a mountaintop." He announced.

"Okay, never do that again. Ever." She said, laughing. "Promise me."

"I promise."