Chapter Sixteen: Giving In

She gasped when his lips touched her neck and she finished unbuttoning his shirt. How badly she had wanted to touch him, and finally she could. Elphaba traced the diamonds on his skin with her thumb and forefinger, closing her eyes as she felt the lines by touch only. It was impossible to keep away from him, and she had to give in. When he'd kissed her, there had been no going back.

He made quick work of her blouse and took her breasts into his hands, taking a moment to feast his eyes on her. "You have no idea how badly I've wanted you."

Elphaba carefully unclasped his pants. "Oh, I do." But before her hands could go any further, he pushed her into the bed and began sucking at her breasts. She tossed her head back, moving her hands back to their intended destination.

He tugged her skirt off as he continued to kiss his way down her torso. "I have imagined your skin, the way you'd feel, for so long." Fiyero pulled her panties down and his fingers brushed over her thighs, then slipped between her legs, teasing at her before sliding a single finger into her. "And still, no imagining could compare to this."

She whimpered at his touch and thrust her hips towards him, tightening her hand around him. The way he touched her consumed her, and when he slid another finger into her, she squealed as she opened for him further. "Please, Fiyero."

He'd reached her bellybutton with his mouth and took her hand off of him. "Not yet, sweet Fae." Slowly, he lowered his mouth to her hips, to her thighs, kissing up each of them. When his tongue teased the nub between her legs, she clutched the sheets. He placed kisses all over her flesh, coming back to that same place over and over again, covering it with his mouth, suckling until she felt a wave of pleasure tear through her body like nothing she'd ever known.

"Do I get to do that to you?" She heard her words run together, as though she were drunk on him.

"You get to do whatever you want to me." He brought his mouth back to hers and kissed her slowly. "Later. Right now, I don't think I can hold back." Fiyero nudged her legs further open with his knee. "I've got to have all of you. Now."

The feeling of him pushing into her was so exquisite that her vision went black for just a moment until she could feel him filling her to the hilt. "Oh, sweet Oz, Yero."

"You like that?" He whispered against her ear, nibbling at the lobe slowly as he drew back for a moment.

"Yes," she breathed. "Give it to me again, please." Was she begging him? Hell, she didn't care. If she didn't feel him inside her again soon, she'd lose her mind.

He obliged her with a rough thrust into her that her hips met gladly. "Be careful what you wish for; I could spend forever inside you, it's so sweet." And he began to move faster inside her, pushing her limits again and again, touching that sweet spot inside her that made her moan. "Do you have any idea what those noises make me want to do to you?" He murmured gruffly.

She wrapped her legs around his hips and smiled as she heard him groan deep in his throat. "Something like that?"

"You are asking for it, Fae."

"Begging, actually."

He pressed her shoulders into the mattress harder, impaling her with each movement, forcing her to spread further and further for him, further than she thought she could. When her moans got louder and higher, he drove himself even deeper and she cried out in bliss, unable to form words. "Hush, Fae. I want to make this last, and when you do that, I don't think I can hold out." She merely looked up into his eyes, dark with lust, biting the inside of her cheek so hard that it bled as she tried to keep her pleasured moans to a minimum. In the end, she couldn't hold back and she bit into his shoulder, holding him close as he grunted his climax into her. "Oh, gods, Fae…"

The edges of her vision had stayed blurry for most of their lovemaking and finally her sight came all the way back and she eyed the watch on his wrist. "When you said you'd make it over an hour, you meant it." She tried to catch her breath.

"And when you said, Fae, 'just this once, just for tonight,' did you mean just once or just tonight? Because those are two different things." He climbed off of her as he pressed a soft kiss against her cheek.

He wanted her again? Her body reacted immediately to those words, the need between her legs rising, her desire dampening her thighs again. "I meant until this train stops at Shiz."

"Mmm, good. That was amazing and I'm not sure I can live with just once, Fae."

"I don't think I would complain."

"Give me a few minutes, and you'll be doing anything but complaining."

They barely made it off the train in time and he walked her back to her room, her hand in his. She was quiet, letting her thoughts and emotions return to her. As they approached her room, she said, "So much for that being awful."

"What?"

She laughed lightly. "I was kind of hoping we'd have sex and it would be miserable and we'd never want to do it again. It would've made things easier. Because we can't, you know, do this again."

"Elphaba," he pressed her against the wall, cupping her cheek with his hand, "please don't be like this."

"We can't, Fiyero. I told you just for that train ride and I meant it. Please, respect that. I know what you want from me. I can't give you that, not again."

"You think that's all I want? Sex?"

"We shouldn't talk about this. It's only going to confuse things." She squirmed out of his grasp and turned her key in the lock, opening the door. "I'll see you later this week when I come by your room."

He looked like he wanted to say something, but thought the better of it. "Right, then. Later, Elphaba." And the door closed on his back.

Glinda was looking at her in a way that she didn't like, in that way that made her feel like her mind was being read. "You slept with him, didn't you?"

She put her bag down. "Is there some telepathy spell I don't know about?" Elphaba decided not to fight her anymore. She was too exhausted.

"Have you looked in a mirror?" The blonde grabbed Elphaba by the shoulders and stood her in front of the mirror. "Your hair is disheveled and there's a trail of marks going down from your neck to your collar and I can only imagine where it goes after that. Don't try to tell me that's part of the ploy, Elphaba."

"You're right." She stared at herself for a moment. She looked as though she were a completely different person, almost beautiful. Was that how Fiyero saw her?

"I warned you a thousand times, Elphie. I worried he'd push you into something…"

"He didn't push me. I asked for it, literally. I got carried away and I wanted it, Glinda. It was just a physical thing, and I needed to get it out of my system."

"Oh? Is he out of your system now?"

Not at all. Now, all she could think about was his hands, his body, the way he moved, the feel of him against her, inside her… instead of getting him out of her system, it seemed she'd only let the infection take hold. "Maybe."

"So this thing with him is just physical? That's all you feel?"

Lying beside him in that bed, sex or no, made her just want to hide herself away in his arms. But she didn't say that. "It's all I can allow, yes."

"And does he feel the same?"

"I made it clear."

"One of these days, Elphaba, you're going to have to figure out that it's never going to be that simple."