Wow, two chapters in one day! Now I know that the last few chapters haven't exactly fit into the plot, but I supposed that everyone could use a little fluff. Anyway, enjoy and review!

"Fiyero, how many times do I have to tell you? Keep your snotty rich ass out of my kitchen while I'm trying to work." Elphaba snapped at him, turning off the stove and cleaning up the pasta shells that had spilled when Fiyero burst through the door.

Fiyero moved towards the door, jutting out his backside. "There, my snotty rich ass is out of your kitchen." He informed her, watching as she continued to cook.

"Good. Keep it there."

Elphaba turned to flash a grin at him and then stirred the broth. She didn't spare a glance at him, for he would immediately know that something was amiss. It just seemed so wrong in Elphaba's mind. Having this "secret relationship" when Fiyero was about to be wed. But then again, Glinda was doing the same and Elphaba didn't know how she felt about the subject.

"What's bothering you, Fae-Fae?" He asked, and the green girl cringed. She didn't mind the nickname, really. It was just that he didn't seem to have a conscience that nagged him about all of this. When she didn't respond, Fiyero took a panoramic glance outside the door and then wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. "Elphaba, talk to me."

The servant sighed and turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck in return. "It's nothing, Yero. I'm just a bit scared." She told him, breaking their embrace to spoon the broth into an embellished bowl.

"What is there to be afraid of?" Fiyero questioned, sitting on the counter.

"Everything: Glinda will eventually find out, then Etai will find out, and I'll be dead for sure." Elphaba answered bluntly, not even bothering to look at him.

"Even if Glinda finds out, she wouldn't tell Etai. She knows that you would tell about her and Boq."

"There you go again!" Elphaba laughed, "You and your blackmail are on the hunt again. Besides, no one would believe me if I decided to tell."

"I would believe you." Fiyero purred, kissing the little spot underneath her left ear. Elphaba's eyelids fluttered, but she stepped away before things got out of hand. "But I have a present for you."

Elphaba rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right, Fiyero. Like anyone would do such a –" She stopped mid-sentence to see Fiyero come into the kitchen with a nicely wrapped package. He handed it to her and the girl stood there, unsure of what to do or what to say. She painstakingly tore off the sparkly wrapping paper and took the lid off the box. Inside, there was a pair of brand new black combat boots, the exact ones that she eyed every time that Etai allowed her into town to pick up groceries. "Fiyero…" She was absolutely speechless.

Fiyero shrugged as if she received gifts every day. "It's nothing, Fae. I just don't want you to be walking around bare-foot. You could hurt yourself." He informed her.

Elphaba looked down at her feet and then lifted one up to see the blackened sole. "Fiyero, I can't accept these."

"Why?" He looked rather hurt.

"It's very sweet and generous of you but if Etai saw me with something like this, he'd whip me until I was dead." The girl handed them back to him.

"I don't care. I will make sure that Etai won't hurt you." Fiyero promised, giving her the shoes. "Now put them on. I want to see how they fit."

Elphaba stuck her feet in both of them and laced the holes. They were slightly bigger than her feet but it didn't matter. The insides were made of the softest material that she'd ever felt and the bottoms were a rough material that wouldn't rip when she stepped over rough terrain. "Oz, Fiyero, these are wonderful!" She hated that she sounded so Glinda-esque but she couldn't help but be excited. The girl flung her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "Thank you."

"Do you think that Fiyero's avoiding me?" Glinda dropped her head on her hand and stared out the window. "He's been so distant and he disappears at random times. It's as if he has another woman to attend to." Just the mere thought made her giggle.

"Maybe he does, Glinda, you never know." Elphaba pointed out, pouring tea and handing the gilded cup to her mistress. "You have Boq. It wouldn't be any different."

Glinda turned to face her servant. "Why are you being so condescending today? It seems like I can't do anything right in your eyes."

"Why does it matter? My opinion is nothing."

Glinda didn't answer; she didn't know how to. She looked at the carpet and then noticed Elphaba's shoes. "Oh my Oz, Elphie! Those are so cute!" She squealed, leaping up and getting a closer look at the boots. "Who gave them to you?"

Elphaba's hands twitched and her neck started to get itchy. It happened every time she lied. "Uh, well, um, Fiyero gave them to me." She whispered, biting her lip.

Glinda sat back on the bed, her dress splayed out around her. "Why did Fiyero give you those?" Her eyebrows crinkled in confusion. "Are you with him?" She shouted, her blue eyes widening as she stood. Elphaba clamped her hand over her friend's mouth to keep her quiet.

"Yes, okay, I admit it. He kissed me and I kissed him back and I suppose we're in a relationship. I don't know."

"How do you not know if you're in a relationship or not? But that's great!" Glinda squeaked, hugging her friend in delight.

"Wait, you're not angry?" Elphaba took a step back.

"Of course not, silly. Why would I be angry? I have Boq and you have Fiyero! It works out perfectly!"

"Yeah, now convince your parents that this works out perfectly."

"Well, that might take a while."