Chapter Thirty-Four: Be Good

Elphaba decided she wanted to tell her great-grandfather of her plan without Nessa present. So when Nanny and Nessa left a day before they did, she and Fiyero sat down with the elderly man. "We came up with an idea."

"I think I realized that when you invited your sister out here."

"She doesn't want the eminence, either, Grandfather. But Shell is young. And if I were to refuse because of marriage and Nessa were to refuse for religious regions, it would pass to Shell."

"Yes, it would. How old is he now?"

"He's about to be ten. You could send him to boarding school; make sure my father never gets to him. Father wouldn't dare protest."

Her great-grandfather looked impressed. "I knew you were always a clever girl."

"It wasn't my idea, Grandfather, it was Fiyero's."

He turned to Fiyero and smiled. "It appears Fabala has met her match. I was concerned, at first, when I heard of your marriage. Fabala doesn't exactly seem like the marrying type, and I don't mean any disrespect in that. She's an independent girl and I was concerned that you might be trying to make her into something she isn't. But I see now that's not the case."

"I would never want Elphaba to be anyone other than the person she is. I love her because of that." Fiyero took her hand.

"He really is a good man, Grandfather. I didn't expect to fall in love with him, I assure you. But at this point I couldn't imagine anything else." And it scared her to think she was telling the truth.

"I realize there's no getting in the way of true love. I will, of course, let you finish out your time at Shiz. I expect to be invited to the wedding and to hear from you often, young lady."

She was giddy and hugged Fiyero. "Yes, of course."

Fiyero put his hands on her waist and looked over at her great-grandfather. "You have no idea how much this means to us."

"You be good to her."

"He is," Elphaba assured him. "Too good."

Of course, she wasn't certain her great-grandfather would think so if he knew what they were doing less than twenty-four hours later alone in their train car. "I hope you don't mind wearing a scarf for the next few days." He put her on the bed. "Because I don't think I can keep myself in control."

She loved the look in his eyes when he said that, the way it felt like he didn't know anything else existed. No one had ever looked at her with the yearning he did, and it made her feel excited and loved. "I don't mind." Elphaba took his hand and pulled him down onto the bed with her, drawing their mouths together. When his tongue pushed between her lips, she moaned a little and let him push her down as he climbed over her eagerly.

He began to suck at her neck and she hissed when he bit down a little. His hands eagerly unbuttoned her dress and tugged it down over her shoulders. Making quick work of the rest of her clothes, he began to caress her breasts as she tore at his shirt, wanting to get him in the same state. He drew back from her for a moment when he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders. When he began teasing at her breasts with his mouth, his fingers found their way inside her, first one and then another. "You're soaked, Fae."

She whimpered. "Only for you." Elphaba sat up and pushed him back on the bed, pulling his shorts off of him and straddling him so that he was poised at her entrance. "I love you."

"I love you, too." He put his hands on her hips as she sank down onto him, rocking him slowly in and out. "You're a goddess."

"Some might find that sacrilegious." She grinned as she moved, feeling each inch of him pressing deeper. Elphaba tossed her head back. "Oh, sweet Oz, Yero."

He met her movements and dragged her against him harder, grabbing her bottom with his hand and pulling her down. She felt herself stretching open to accommodate him and she felt her eyes lose focus. "You have no idea how beautiful you look right now," he murmured, his hands reaching up and grabbing her breasts.

As the pleasure started to build, she began bouncing faster, wanting to reach that peak desperately. "Oh, Fiyero, Please. Fiyero! Yes!" Her movements slowed as she found it, trying to draw it out.

"That's it, right there. I love watching your face when you climax, sweet Fae." He rolled her beneath him and began moving into her harder, dragging her further into ecstasy as she cried out again.

She spread her legs further for him and he grabbed one, pulling it onto his shoulder as he pounded her from the side. "This isn't fair," she groaned, tossing her head back against the mattress.

"Oh?"

Her legs trembled as she felt the pressure begin again. "It's so easy for you to just make me… oh!" She scratched helplessly at his back and he plunged into her depths over and over until she could take no more. "Yes, like that, please!"

"Fae…" he grunted softly as they both reached orgasm together. He collapsed beside her and held her close. "You're incredible."

She wiped sweat from her forehead and then reached up to his face to do the same. "You're more than that."

He pressed his forehead to hers. "I'm the luckiest man in Oz with you in my bed, in my life. There's nothing in the world I want more."

Her heart beat a little faster at his words. "Oh, Yero, you're mistaken. But please go ahead and keep thinking that. I won't complain at all."

He kissed her languidly and smiled. "You're free now, you know. No more Eminent Thropp, no more abusive father. You can do whatever you want. And I'll support you through all of it."

He hadn't brought up marriage, and she was grateful for that, though in her current state she might not be so afraid of the subject. "And I'll support you," she found herself promising. "Always."

The way his eyes lit up at those words made her want to crawl into his arms forever. "I love you so much. I don't feel like the words are enough, anymore."

"I feel the same, my darling." She rested her head on his chest. "Thank you for coming with. I know I didn't want you there, but you had the perfect solution and I don't know what I would've done without you."

"It was nice to meet a member of your family that actually cares about your wellbeing. He's a little strict, but I think I like your great-grandfather."

"He certainly liked you. He might as well have been planning the wedding in his head by the time we left. I guess you really are good for me. Everyone else says so."

"And what about you?"

"I've told you. You're perfect. Sometimes I just don't think I'm deserving of that, but I'm starting to get to the point where maybe that's okay. I'm not going to fight something this good."