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"Now, I'm sure that you are all wondering why I brought you here." Glinda stood upon the chair of her vanity so that she could see over the heads of the other three people in the room. Fiyero, who had his hands folded after being dissed by Elphaba, shook his head. Elphaba had already told him that Glinda was instigating a conference about their relationships ("It's a flat out stupid idea," Elphaba had stated).
"Yes, yes, we already know. Can we hurry this up? Some of us have work to do." Scoffed Elphaba, scooting away from Fiyero as he once again tried to hold her hand. He didn't seem to get the hint. Elphaba wasn't a touchy-feely sort of girl. She preferred to keep to herself.
"Actually, I have no idea why we're here." Boq pointed out, his expression was of pure confusion.
"That's because no one likes you and no one wanted to tell you." Elphaba interjected, scowling as Glinda hit her on the top of her head with her antique fan.
"I like you, Boq." Glinda smiled sweetly.
Elphaba rolled her eyes. "We're having a relationship meeting." She told him because it was clear that Glinda was not going to do so. Boq's eyes widened and he looked at Fiyero, then Elphaba, and back to Fiyero again.
"You two are together?" He squawked.
"You and Glinda really are perfect together. Both of you had the exact stupid reaction." Elphaba added obtrusively, finally allowing Fiyero to drape his arm around her because his persistence annoyed her.
"Anyway," coughed Glinda. "Our wedding is in the next week and I know that none of us really want this to happen." Fiyero and Boq nodded while Elphaba just sat there, stone-faced. "So, how do we stop it?"
"That's the thing," Elphaba spoke up, "you can't stop it."
"Why do you have to be such a pessimist, Elphaba?" Glinda asked, crossing her arms.
Elphaba shrugged. "Well, this is the most pointless meeting I've ever been to so I'm going to go back to work." She got up and left the room, shutting the door behind her as she cantered towards her quarters. Etai and Carole were gone so she really didn't have to work, but she figured that it would be better to clean herself than waste time by listening to Glinda vent. Fiyero came after her and matched her pace with difficulty.
"Oz, Fae, can't you slow down a bit?" He huffed, almost colliding with the wall after Elphaba took a sharp turn. When she reached the servant's quarters, she turned to glare at him.
"I'd suggest that you leave now, Fiyero. The beds aren't at all comfortable and I don't have another place for you to sit." Elphaba told him, opening the door to the bathroom and retrieving her bottle of oil.
"Well, I guess I'll just have to sit in the bathroom with you." He responded suggestively.
"Absolutely not, Fiyero Tigelaar. Just because we're together doesn't mean that I will let you see me naked." Elphaba unbuttoned the front of her dress and turned away from him. "Besides, you wouldn't want to see me anyway." Her voice was so low that she doubted that he could even hear her.
"What do you mean?" He laid his hand on her shoulder and turned her to face him.
"I'm ashamed, Fiyero, of what I look like. You'll turn away from me if you see." She answered and didn't dare to look him in the eye. "I just wish that I could be beautiful for you."
"Elphaba…."
"No, don't tell me that I am. You don't have to lie."
"It's not lying," He stroked her cheek tenderly. "It's looking at things another way." He ran his hand down her neck and caressed the skin that was shown when she unbuttoned her dress. "Your skin is beautiful. Elphaba, you're beautiful."
The green girl took a step backwards. "Fiyero, don't say that." She demanded, biting her lip.
"Alright, I won't say it. But you have to promise to not bite those lips of yours anymore." Fiyero leaned forward and captured her lips in a gentle kiss. "They're too pretty to destroy."
Elphaba shook her head and then entered the bathroom. She shut the door for just a brief moment before opening it again, letting him in. She sat on the side of the tub, a ratty towel covering her. "You said you needed a place to sit."
Fiyero sat on the floor in front of her and stole the bottle before she could get her hands on it. He popped the cap and poured the viscous liquid into his palms. Rubbing them together, the prince ran his hands up her slim legs, smearing them with oil.
"Fiyero, you shouldn't be doing this." Elphaba warned him in a whisper. He ignored the fact that she had even spoken.
Once he was finished, he wiped his hands on the towel that she was wearing and kissed her. "I love you, Fae."
She stood up and led him out of the bathroom. "Thank you." She told him, getting dressed and then entering the quarters. "You said that you knew about the abuse."
Elphaba's statement took him aback and he pulled her onto the floor. "I do, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you had to go through that."
"It's okay, really. I don't even remember what happened. I only remember that Nanny brought me to the Uplands after my parents died in a fire." Fiyero didn't respond, even though he knew more than that. He just kissed the tips of her fingers and kept his mouth shut.
"How did you find out about it?"
"I asked Carole." He responded, sucking on the V between her thumb and forefinger.
Elphaba nodded in understanding and laid down with her head in Fiyero's lap. "You're going to have to leave soon. People will start asking questions."
"They don't need answers, do they?"