"Okay, uh, just a few more steps forward."

He guided her forward, one hand covering her eyes, the other around her shoulder. She shuffled ahead, impatient to see the surprise he had for her.

"You ready?"

"Yes, of course," she giggled.

He uncovered her face, and she gasped at the…thing in front of her. She didn't know what it was, but it looked pretty; a round, ornately decorated gold platform that hovered a few inches above the ground. "Oh, it's perfect! It's gorgeous!"

"C'mon, lemme show you. Now, I'm nowhere near having it all figured out. There's a, uh, you know, a flying mechanism, but it's…I'm not letting you test that part out until it's totally safe."

He took her hand and led her onto the little platform. There was barely room for the two of them, so she found herself pressed up against him, which she didn't exactly.

"Now, you're gonna get a real kick out of this."

He tapped a pedal with his foot, and suddenly they were encased in a pink bubble.

She shrieked with delight and slipped her hand in his. It was beautiful, but more importantly, it was her, pink and bubbly and pretty.

"So, you can fly around with it like this, go wherever you want, then when you land, you just…" He took her wand and popped the bubble with one of the spikes.

"Oh!" She squealed again. "I can't believe you built this…for me."

She gazed up at him through her long, dark lashes. He smiled at her, and…gosh, he really was handsome; she could understand why Elphaba had had such a crush on him at school.

"You like it? Really? 'Cause I could change—"

"No; don't change a thing! Honestly, it's perfect. I really, really love it."

"Uh, that's, uh, that's good because you deserve…"

She couldn't tell who kissed the other first, all she knew was that his lips were soft against hers, and she wrapped her arms around him without a second thought, standing on tiptoe so she could reach him. She deepened the kiss, pressing herself against him even more than she needed to.

"D'you wanna, uh, go to my room? This thing wasn't really designed for—"

She shook her head. "My room's closer."

They reached her room and immediately got back to kissing, his hands in her hair, then drifting to her dress. The buttons and hooks were no match for him, and within seconds, the dress was puddled around her legs. She stepped out of it in nothing but her underwear and heels, and he whistled in response.

"Stop, you've seen me before," she chided gently, waiting for more compliments.

"Doesn't mean I don't enjoy it every time." He brushed her hair aside and kissed her neck. "Such a good girl, you know that?"

"I thought you were bored with girls who didn't fight back," she murmured as his hand slid down to her lower back, grazing the top of her tiny, pink thong.

He gently bit her neck. "I think I like you better this way, all…soft and giggly. I'll violently ravish you some other night, okay?" He slid his hand back up and unhooked her bra with one deft motion and pulled her it off her. She could tell he'd done that entirely too often, not that she begrudged him his past…flirtations. They were over with, anyway. No one needed anyone else after they'd had her. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her in by her garter belt. He palmed her breasts and squeezed them appreciatively. She put a hand on the back of his head and ran her fingers through his hair. She pushed his head forward, and he got the hint, taking her pert nipple in his mouth and tracing around it with his tongue. She squealed and pressed even closer into him. Boys liked how sensitive she was, and she was always more than happy to play it up, whimpering and whining as he licked her nipple, alternating between slowly dragging his tongue across it and frantically lapping at it until she was weak at the knees. Without missing a beat, he stuck his thumb and forefinger in his mouth, wetting them with his saliva, then he pinched and flicked her other nipple at the same time, until she could barely stand it.

He made fast work of the rest of her undergarments, rolling her stockings down her legs, unhooking her garter belt, and sliding her panties down her smooth legs.

She smiled demurely as he drank in the sight of her, tilting her head to the side to emphasize her neck in a sweet, vulnerable way, like she did for the official photographs that people were always taking.

"That's my pretty girl."

She gave her hair a toss and rewarded him with another deep kiss, and started playing with the buttons on his shirt. She didn't dare actually undo them, but he did it for her, finally taking off his stupid, sexy green suit, barely breaking their liplock.

Before he could do anything to her, she gently pushed him onto his back. She wasn't about to be the one lying down; it was the most unflattering angle possible, and he couldn't see her like that. He didn't seem to mind her being on top, though, and she gave him a sultry pout as she lowered herself onto him

"You're so big," she sighed as he filled her. He held onto her hips and started thrusting into her. Once they found their rhythm, she sneaked a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Wow, she looked good that way: an open-mouthed look of ecstasy on her face, her curls and her breasts bouncing prettily with the exertion. She touched herself while she rode him, running her hands through her hair, pinching her nipples. He increased his pace, and she could tell he was getting close. So, she yelped and groaned a little more, ending with a high-pitched squeal and a jolt of her hips before he came inside her.

She smiled and lay down next to him, both of them breathless.

He stroked her cheek. "You okay?"

She nodded, beaming at him.

"Want me to, uh, finish you off?"

"What?" She tried to feign ignorance.

"C'mon, you think I can't tell when a girl's faking it?"

She blushed. "I'm sorry, you were wonderful, I just…can't do…that when I'm with someone else."

"Okay, well, how to you, uh, normally get yourself there?"

She sat up, opened the drawer of her bedside table, and took out a sleek black box. She opened it and took out the little pink massager. "I just use this." She tried to sound nonchalant, hoping he wouldn't press her further. She knew it wasn't particularly rare, but she still felt a little wrong for not being able to have that full experience with another person.

"Show me."

"I don't know if I'll be able to if you're here."

"Just give it a try. I wanna watch you do it," he coaxed.

She lay on her back and placed the massager on her low belly, then slid it down. She closed her eyes and brought up the familiar memories. A boy letting his hand slide down her body a little too much at a dance before she slapped him. The rumbling of the train as she Elphaba slept next to her on their way to The Emerald City. Kissing Fiyero at The Ozdust. She thought about him, of course, the way he'd…ravished her while she looked so pretty bent over his bed.

He tweaked her nipple, breaking her out of her fantasy for a moment.

"Stop, you're distracting me," she snapped.

"Sorry," he chuckled and removed his hand, content to just watch her lie there while she thought about him. The pressure inside kept building and building, and finally, the pleasure was too much. She arched her back, her hips still pressed against the massager, riding out the feeling and letting it overtake her for a few extra seconds.

"I should clean myself off." No one had seen her like that before, without one of her curated facial expressions and gestures, and she was starting to think it was a bad idea to do that in front of him. She should have just told him she couldn't do it at all, or just been better at faking it. He might not have liked seeing her that way.

She tired to get out of bed, but he wrapped his arms around her, holding her in place. "Not right now, Baby. C'mon, this is the best part."

"Okay." She let herself relax against him, and rested her head and arm on his chest. He wasn't wrong; it was nice cuddling like that in the afterglow.

"Such a pretty little girl." He kissed the top of her head.

"I'm good, too," she reminded him.

He laughed. "Yeah, you are very good."