"Just a little bit of pepper," Fiyero said as he looked at his sons. "Not too much. She doesn't like it."
"What's too much?" a voice asked from behind.
Fiyero turned around and saw his daughter.
"You're up early."
"Woken up by the smell." she went up to him and kissed him on his cheek. "Good morning, Papa. What mischief are you guys up to? Does mama know that what you're doing?"
"Of course not, your mama is still sleeping. It's a surprise." He slid the omelette from the frying pan onto the plate. The children's breakfast was already on the table.
"The way to a woman's heart is through her stomach, boys," Fiyero told his sons. "And Liir, It's high time you learn how to cook." He told Liir. "And now, if you'll excuse me, it's time I serve your mama breakfast in bed. Enjoy your meal." He gestured to the food on the table. The children rushed to their seats without a word and tore into their food. Nor sat down gracefully next to her brothers and drank her orange juice.
Elphaba was still in bed when he entered the room. But she sat up quickly when she saw him, her eyes too wide and alert to be sleeping.
"Yero?"
"Shouldn't you still be sleeping?"
"I woke up and couldn't find you." The tone in her voice made him smile.
"I prepared breakfast."
"You prepared breakfast for me?" she smiled.
"Yes. For you and the kids too."
"What's the occasion?"
"I don't need a reason to surprise my lovely wife and children, do I?" He kissed her on her lips.
"You're spoiling me."
"My pleasure." He grinned and kissed her again.
He put the bed tray on the bed and joined her in bed. They broke their fast together, enjoying the ham, omelette and juice, knowing that they had some private time to themselves.
"So what are you planning to do today?" he asked.
"You did say that I can do whatever I want after buzzing like a busy bee for the last few days."
"I did. And thank you for arranging so many activities for the visitors for the past week." He kissed her on her temple.
"You smell good," he commented, and she kissed him in return. She parted her lips, and his hand went to the back of her head as he slipped his tongue inside, earning a soft moan from her. He kissed her slowly, again and again.
"I think I'll stay in bed today with a good book. Or maybe I'll go to the Red Windmill."
"I'll join you."
"To read or to Red Windmill?" Her lips were twitching.
"To Red Windmill of course!" he laughed as he cleared the tray.
She went up to him when he was about to leave the room.
"Yero?" She wrapped her arms around his waist. He turned around.
"Yes, Fae?"
"Remember when I said that I woke up and could not find you?"
"Yes?"
"Why didn't you ask me why I was looking for you?" she pouted and leaned against his.
"Because I usually wake up later than you?" he tried hard to keep a straight face, fully aware of the curves under her thin chemise. He shifted his hips, better to mould her closer to him and she smiled at him.
"I thought that you were planning to read a book today." His hand went down to her buttocks, pressing her against him.
She arched a brow, her finger drawing shapes on his biceps. "I'm sure you can convince me to change my plan if you want to."
"Of course, I want to." He grinned, and he leaned in and kissed her on her lips. She parted her lips, letting him in, her arms wrapped around his neck as he moved to her neck.
She pulled him towards the bed, a wicked smile on her face as she pulled her chemise over her head. Fiyero's eyes roamed from her beautiful face to her body, her round breasts and stomach. And that pair of panties that he suspected he would be tearing off her soon. It had been so many years, but he still found her breathtakingly beautiful, and he still wanted her so much. His friends had joked that both of them behaved like newlyweds, but he disagreed. Not all newlyweds were as compatible as Elphaba and him.
She went to him again, her teeth nipping his lower lip teasingly. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, letting her scent surrounded him, and she gave a happy sigh as he pressed a trail of open-mouth kisses down her neck.
"You smelled divine," he told her, his hand skimming to her waist and clutched her hips. He dipped his thumb into her underwear and touched the skin there. She moaned softly and his mouth went to hers again, kissing her fiercely as his hand rounded and caressed the inside of her thigh.
"Yero," she muttered his name as she pushed him onto the bed.
She kissed him again, her tongue seeking his, her hands pulling both his hands above his head. She opened the drawer next to the bed and took out two coloured scarves.
Fiyero raised his brows.
With a wicked grin, she tied him up, the silk winding around his wrists before going to the top two corners of the bed. When that was done, she leaned down and kissed him again as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. She kissed his neck, her nails raking down his chest.
"You don't smell too bad either," she said as she swirled her tongue around his nipple and he groaned softly.
She kissed lower, following the fine hair down to his navel and lower, her mouth hot against his skin. Her fingers went to the buttons of his pants, and just her touch through the fabric was enough to make his cock twitch.
"Fae," he groaned when she released his semi-hard cock from his pants.
She brushed her thumb against his tip before she licked it.
"You forgot dessert this morning, Yero," she said with a wink before she put him into her mouth.
Fiyero's head fell back onto the pillow as she worked on him, her mouth and tongue doing their work. Her tongue swept along his length, swirled around his head, warm and wet, sending waves of sensation sweeping through him.
And all he had planned for this morning was to prepare a delicious breakfast for her and maybe spent some time cuddling. Not that he was complaining.
But he also wanted to touch her, to kiss every inch of her naked skin. To feel her skin against his and put his tongue somewhere until she was gasping with pleasure. And he wanted to be inside her, pounding her until she was screaming his name.
He tried to move, but a tug of his hand reminded him that he was still tied up. Her captive.
"Fae?"
She peered up.
"Can you untie me?"
She giggled at the forlorn look on his face. She placed her hands on both sides of him, walking on her palms and knees until she was at his face level. Her hair dragged on his skin, tickling his chest.
"And why, dear husband?"
"I want to touch you."
She leaned back, resting on her heel. Another wicked grin.
She traced a finger across her throat to her chest and cupped one of her breasts. "You want to touch this?"
He nodded.
Her finger circled her nipple. "And this?"
He nodded again.
Her finger went even lower until it was two fingers touching between her legs. "And this?"
"Fuck, Fae. Why are you teasing me so?"
She chuckled, thoroughly enjoying herself. She scooted back and hovered above his manhood.
"What else do you want, Yero?"
He yanked hard at the scarf again, hoping that today was one of those days when she tied him up loosely and growled when the simple knot refused to unravel. No such luck. He looked back at her again.
"I want you."
"What's the magic word, Yero?"
Magic word? Was the magic word fuck? Or sex? Or makinglove (one word)? It took his sex-laden brain a while before he realised what she was asking for. "Please?"
She smiled the same radiant smile the first time they met, and she moved to untie him, offering him a splendid view of her breasts as she did so. He lifted his head, licking the skin near a nipple, but she laughed and shifted away. "Yero!"
"You're such a tease." He rolled her over the moment his hands were free, grinding his hips against hers as he crushed his mouth to hers and cutting off her laughter mid-way.
Elphaba moved her hand to the back of his head, burying her fingers into his hair as she wrapped her legs around him. He kissed from her mouth to her neck, his hand kneading and squeezing one breast, thumbing her nipple until she gasped. His mouth moved down, sucking the other breast as his hand went lower. She was already wet, and he rubbed against her clit through her panties, hearing her whimpers.
"Yes, Yero," she hissed. "Please." She begged. He moved harder, faster, feeling her juices coating his fingers as she bucked her hips against his fingers. Her breath quickened, her body started to shiver, and he slowed down slightly, speeding up again when her breathing slowed, and repeating it. His fingers moved lower, teasing her through the soaking wet fabric, and she responded by wrapping her legs around him again, her heels digging onto his back. He shifted lower, his face between her legs. A finger pushed the cloth aside, and he pressed his mouth against her sensitive nerves, sending waves of pleasure through her as his tongue moved. She shuddered, and he was inside her within the second.
He watched her, her eyes full-blown with lust as he pounded into her. Her finger dug onto his back, bruising his skin, but all he could feel was how warm and wet and tight she was around him. She lifted her hips, meeting him thrust by thrust, her hand that was on his buttocks guiding him how deep she wanted him. His hand went between their bodies, touching her, meeting the rhythm, and it was not long before she crashed against the waves, with him falling not far behind.
Many years ago.
"I brought you breakfast," Fiyero announced the moment he stepped into the room.
Elphaba snarled at him from she was, still securely tied up. She yanked at the scarves for the umpteenth time.
"Untie me, you brute."
He laughed at her choice of words as he put down the tray.
"And here I thought that you'll appreciate what I've cooked."
"I assume there's poison in it."
"You're imaginative."
"Unlike you," she scoffed. "Who collect girly scarves as a hobby and like to tie up unsuspecting people."
"I won't have to resort to this if you have not tried to run away last night. It's daytime, and if you go in the wrong direction you could end up in the desert and die of thirst before anyone can find you."
"Maybe that's what I want."
"No, you don't." He reached for her wrist.
"Don't touch me." She snarled again.
"How can I untie you if I don't touch you?"
"I'm sure you can figure out something since you're that imaginative."
Stubborn as a mule, this one.
A lock of hair fell over her face as she struggled again, and Fiyero tucked the silky strands behind her ear. Elphaba tried to shrink away, but he noticed the slight blush on her cheek when his finger brushed against it. He tried to keep a straight face.
He leaned closer, close enough that he knew she could feel his breath on her face. Her face turned redder.
"Or maybe I should just leave you like this," Fiyero suggested. "I can show you what I can do to a girl when she's tied up like that." He pressed his lips on her temple before kissing her ear and behind it. He heard her soft gasp.
He traced his finger down her shoulder and watched as her eyes flutter and her lips part slightly. He remembered the way her green skin felt under his touch. Silky and soft. It was a pity they did not have the luxury of time to continue with what happened yesterday.
He untied her.
"We have an hour for breakfast. I'm bringing you to meet my mother after that," he told her as she stalked away angrily.
She spun around.
"You know, one day, when you least expect it, I will tie you up the same way you did to me. And guess what? You'll be begging me then to end your agony."
"I'm sure you will," he said to her surprise. "And you know what? I'm looking forward to it."
Note : I have updated chapter one with the missing paragraphs now that the rating has been increased.