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"Wait, what?”
"I’m going with her. Let’s go,” Fiyero said, moving towards Elphaba and standing beside her. “Let’s go,” he added with more urgency, in a low voice, not even glancing at Glinda.
The so-called Good Witch stood there, her skin as white as her gown, and her angelical face strained in shock. Her brown eyes moved almost frantically between her fiancé and her best friend, as if she were searching for any reasonable explanation for what was happening that did not involve the word 'betrayal.'
Elphaba was as stunned as her. Not really knowing what to do. Was she dreaming? Was she in a nightmare? Fiyero’s arm was almost touching her; she could feel the heat coming from his hand. So close. It was almost enough to drive her insane, but not as much as the way he just looked at her just mere seconds before.
She had the Wizard exactly where she wanted him. Her broomstick pressed his throat, pinning him against the cage.She wasn’t using enough force to not let him have air, not yet anyway. She wasn’t a killer. She wasn’t even a bad person. She just wanted to free the Animals. She wanted to be free in the only place she had known. The only place she called home.
However, at that moment, she wasn’t that sure of what she was going to do. She could not stop thinking about all those Animals, dozens of them, locked up in cages in a dark basement, not even getting a bit of sunlight. Worse, not even being able to speak. Dr. Dillamond, her brilliant professor and her first friend at Shiz, could not say a word. She could still hear his bleat in her head. She heard it over whatever unintelligible words the Wizard, trying to plead for mercy, was mumbling. It was only Fiyero’s voice, when he stormed into the room, that put her out of her rage trance.
"Careful, witch!” he said, voice strong and steady.
Elphaba let go of the pressure, but not the wizard. Fiyero pointed her gun at her. She felt a pit in her stomach, but she didn’t move. Other guards came in and stopped behind Fiyero.
“Go! Fetch me some water!” he asked.
“Water, sir?”
“Yes, water! As much as you can carry!” he yelled, and they promptly followed his orders.
Elphaba couldn't react. She just stared at him. She wasn’t really shocked, but still felt disappointment. Prince Fiyero was, after all, the new captain of the Wizard’s Gale Force, the special army created just to capture her. It wasn't even the first time she had seen him hold a weapon against her—as in the woods just days before, when he couldn't see her—or call her a wicked witch. But that didn't make it hurt any less.
While Fiyero looked as beautiful as ever, with his golden hair and his angular jaw, his blue eyes felt icier. Like there was no real light in him anymore. He seemed jaded, as he had finally discovered how much life weighs when you cannot dance carefree through it.
Elphaba was thinking about what she could say to him. She imagined this moment many times, but never like this. Never in a position in which he could really believe all the lies people said about her.
Fiyero moved closer to the Wizard and took the broom, freeing him from its pressure. He did it without taking his eyes off her. While she felt like she could actually die from heartbreak, Elphaba resolved she was going to die standing. He wouldn’t know how much she was hurting. So she also kept her gaze on him, just trying to be as neutral as possible. But she could feel her questions written all over her face, wondering if he could see them too.
She didn’t have to wonder for long.
"Oh, thank goodness! Took you long enough!" The Wizard exclaimed. Visibly relieved, he took a step away from the cage Elphaba had him pressed against.
But just as he finished uttering the words, Fiyero moved his weapon to point at him, without taking her eyes off her. With the other hand, he threw Elphaba her broomstick, which she caught despite not moving her eyes from him, not trying to conceal her surprise anymore.
"Get in there!”
Fiyero kept pointing his gun at the Wizard, who looked as puzzled as Elphaba. The captain repeated the order, and this time, he moved, realizing the threat was real.
“Ok, ok, I’ll do it,” he said, while entering the cage.
When Fiyero found the key and locked the door, he finally let out a breath. It was then, when he looked at Elphaba for the first time that evening without a mask. His gaze softened, with the icy blue becoming a welcoming, warm sea, but soon enough, she could see the remorse and the guilt appear in his expression.
She couldn’t withhold the forgiveness he was asking from her with those eyes even if she tried. It was as if he was created just to pull her towards him. There was no point in resisting, even if it was what she wanted to do.
“What is happening here?”
Glinda appeared, ethereal in white, sparkling thanks to the earrings she wore for the occasion. The occasion was her wedding, which was interrupted by a stampede of the Animals Elphaba freed just moments ago.
The green girl gave Glinda a look and then looked back at Fiyero. He did the same. Elphaba, who had seen Glinda with her wedding gown an hour before, once again felt an ache in the chest from the vision. While her hair was disheveled, maybe due to her run across the palace, she was still as beautiful as ever.
Elphaba once would have given up everything she had to be just like Glinda. To have her beauty, her grace, to be adored by everyone. However, now she was looking at Fiyero, who looked at her with pleading eyes, and for the first time in her life, she allowed herself to believe. To believe that he, of all people, could love her. Exactly as she was: an outlaw, a witch, green.
There she was between the two people she loved the most. She had some sort of déjà vu. Not so long ago, she thought that she and Glinda could have been unlimited together, that they could be happy just the two of them. After all, she was her dearest friend, the first person to ever call her beautiful, and the one she confided her darkest secret to. But they both made their choice during that first visit to the Emerald City, three years ago.
Glinda chose to be with the Wizard, to serve him, to be his tool for propaganda. Elphaba thought she chose to be solo. But, in reality, it was the only option she had left. No one had chosen her then, but Fiyero was doing so at that moment.
“I’m going with her. Let’s go.”
Fiyero could not even look at Glinda. He moved closer to Elphaba, his arm just inches from hers, his body already turned toward the door. He wanted to take her hand and leave the palace immediately. The other guards were going to come at any given moment, and they had to be fast if they wanted to escape unscratched.
“What? You mean to tell me that you two… All this time… Behind my back,” Glinda said, her voice cracking.
Fiyero finally lifted his head and saw her face. She looked at him with absolute distress, as if someone had punched her in the stomach. However, he could not offer her an apology or an explanation. He could not feel anything but anger. Because she knew. She knew the truth, but she still preferred to live in a bubble of lies.
However, it was a bubble of lies they have shared for years. He had been putting on a performance for far too long believing that they would be perfect just because they were similar in many ways. That was the worst part, if he was honest: that he understood Glinda more than anyone else. He did it from the first moment she flirted with him, feeling how easy it was to follow each other’s games and mischiefs.
She was beautiful, of course, but what really made him like her was the fact that he knew she would never want to break the illusion. She wanted a handsome prince she could flaunt, and he wanted someone who would never ask many questions, someone who would never look too deep, so they could never discover that behind the appearance, there was nothing worthy of praise—much less real love.
If he hadn’t met Elphaba, he probably would have been as happy as Glinda following the façade. After all, that was what he was willing to do. For his shame, even until just a few moments ago, when he almost said “I do.” When he almost married Glinda because he was too cowardly to leave her, to break her heart, to do what he knew he had to do.
When he helped Elphaba rescue that cub all those years ago, seeing her being so gentle and so brave, he realized that if she, who was always ostracized and mistreated, could still have the strength to do something for others, maybe he, who had everything in his favor, could also do something.
It turns out that being as brave as Elphaba wasn’t something he could do. So he stayed, saying to himself that it was for the best so he could find her. So he could protect her if he had the chance. As he did just some days ago, when he finally caught her in the woods after she crashed into the Yellow Brick Road’s grand opening.
It killed him to call her a witch, to call her wicked. But it was necessary to maintain the appearances. No one else really saw her that day, and he did his best to make them turn back without any suspicions. If he could, he would have run with her right there. He thought it was his only chance and that he blew it, but, thank Oz, he had another. Just before he almost made the biggest mistake of his life.
“No, Glinda, it wasn’t like that,” Elphaba said, apologetic.
Even though Fiyero knew it was true—after all, except for her caress to his small wound in the forehead, they didn’t even touch each other—he felt the need to say that it was like that. He knew that she also felt this… Fire. But he didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to add salt to Glinda’s wound; he already felt as bad as he could.
“Let’s go, Elphaba. Please,” he urged her once more.
She was still watching Glinda. He always sensed, even when the girls weren’t really friends, that they had the sort of tension that only came from love. Even when they said they hated each other, he could feel that they both wanted something from the other. Their supposed ill will was just misplaced admiration. He was pleased when they realized that. However, he could not help but also feel some sort of jealousy for their bond.
“Fine. Go!” Glinda said, her voice harsh through the tears. “You deserve each other.”
It was only then that Elphaba moved, and he finally took her hand and led her through the palace. He knew which hallways were empty, so they would not find any guards. However, they could never be so sure. They stopped at every corner, and he checked if they were any sentries. Elphaba was uncharacteristically quiet and compliant, which worried him, but, at that moment, it was for the best. They could quarrel later; they needed to get out of there as soon as possible.
He assumed Elphaba would fly, so it was for the best to go to the attic, which had been closed ever since he started working for the Wizard's Gale Force. It was sort of a prohibited zone. His heart was pounding so hard he could feel it in his temples. It was a lucky strike, though ironic, that almost every guard was occupied with the disaster of the wedding, and the others were looking for water… Idiots.
When they trespassed through the door and were going up through the stairs to the terrace, Elphaba stopped.
“What are you doing? We’re close to the exit; we can go out flying,” he explained, desperate.
“I know that; I’ve been here before,” she said, her tone harsh.
“So, let’s keep going,” he replied, reaching for her hand again.
This time, she pulled away. He felt his heart sinking.
“No,” Elphaba said, her eyes filled with worry. “I… I…”
“What?” he murmured, afraid to hear what she had to say.
“You frightened me… I thought you changed.”
She looked at him as she had done in the Wizard’s control room. With questions in her eyes. Fiyero knew she was doubting him. He felt sick; he thought he might actually vomit. She didn’t believe in him. Not anymore.
“I have changed,” he said, feeling the weight of every word in his tongue and his heart. She needed to know. “For you.”
Elphaba blinked. For once, it seemed she didn’t have anything to say.
He no longer knew where his heart, his head, or his stomach was. He didn’t feel his blood in his veins or any other muscle or organ. It was as if he were dead, waiting for her answer. He could have been made of straw, for all he knew.
“But… You were going to marry her.”
He had only seen Elphaba cry once before. At the Ozdust, when everyone was mocking her for that stupid hat. It wasn’t even that ugly. It suited her. He was sure that nobody would have cared if any other person had worn that. They were only that mean because it was her.
At the time, he did believe in Elphaba’s mask of defensiveness. He really thought she could not care less about what people think of her. She certainly seemed to not care what he thought of her or if he tried to flirt with her. She would not even allow it. It was annoying, but, he had to admit, it was also refreshing.
It was when he saw her cry, when Glinda danced with her, that he started to see her. Really see her. He realized she was capable of being her own person, no matter what the world thought of her, but that didn’t mean she could not be soft or that she did not want love. She did. As all of them. She wasn’t that different.
Now, she was trying to conceal the tear that was running down her cheek. He could not bring himself to wipe it. He could not even think of something to say. What could he say? It was true. He was going to marry Glinda, like some sort of idiot, despite knowing better. And, for that, Elphaba, the only person that had believed in his worth, was also questioning it. Rightfully so.
“I was.”
He could only proceed with the truth.
“I thought that I would never find you and… I just felt resigned,” he admitted. “And I know you have every right to not believe in me, but, Elphaba, please, we have to get out here. Now. If not, everything you have done will have been for nothing, and I could not forgive myself if I was the reason for anything bad happening to…”
Fiyero’s words trailed off.
“Please, just give me a chance to prove myself.”
Maybe it was only seconds, but he felt he waited for an eternity. She finally took his hand again, and he felt how the air came back to his chest. It wasn’t all lost. Whatever price he had to pay now for his idiocy, he would. He just wanted to be with her.
When they reached the terrace, he felt the wind on his face and almost lost his balance. Fiyero had never been that high before. He looked down; everything seemed so small. He felt dizzy. Elphaba put her hand on his shoulder.
“What is it?”
“I… I don’t know. It’s high, I guess.”
She smiled.
“It is.”
“You enjoy it, don’t you? Flying?”
“It’s freedom,” she said with a genuine smile.
He couldn’t help but also smile a little, despite still feeling a knot in his belly. He wondered if he would feel free too. She took the broomstick, which, at her command, flew in front of them, horizontally, so they could sit on it. He worried that it would not support the two of them. However, Elphaba was already mounting it, like it was a horse.
“Well, are you coming?”
She looked stunning. The way the light was bathing her, he could see every detail of her face. Her freckles, her green eyes with that bit of hazel, her microbraids, and her lips. When he was ready to say yes, that he would go wherever she went, they heard a rumble.
Out of nowhere, there were five guards surrounding them. It all happened pretty fast, with Fiyero only having a chance to react as best he could. He felt the rush of adrenaline that came with feeling threatened, his body moving on pure instinctive movements perfected by years of training in combat. Ironically, he always felt that fighting was similar to dancing, just with two very distinctive goals.
He grabbed one of the men by the waist and threw him to the ground. He was about to hit him again when he felt a hard blow to his head. He responded by throwing an elbow, feeling something soft behind him. Then, regaining balance, he got up and kicked the other man in the knee, leaving him groaning in pain. He turned around to see Elphaba using the broom to defend herself, knocking one down. However, a third guard was coming for him and he only had time to throw some more blows, hopefully making some damage. When the man was hunching, trying to block his fists, he pushed him back inside the palace. Still, the danger was far from over. Fiyero noticed that other guards were already coming up the stairs. He turned around and saw Elphaba, who was already on her broomstick.
“Fiyero, come on!” she screamed.
She was already out of the terrace; the only way he could get to her was to jump. He felt a little bit of pain in his knee, but he ran anyway. Elphaba was stretching out her hand; he just had to grab it. So he jumped, but at the last minute, he felt some hands around his ankle, making him lose momentum. The guard could not catch him, but he also couldn’t catch Elphaba, his hands only grazing her fingertips.
He moved his legs as if he were running, in a doomed instinct to try to defy gravity. He wasn’t ready to die. He didn’t tell her he loved her. He didn’t even kiss her. He didn’t do anything of worth with his life. He realized that as clear as day, as he was falling directly to death.
As quick as regret appeared, a different kind of relief replaced it when he felt something pulling him up through his jacket. He looked up to watch Elphaba struggling to carry him. He stretched his arm, trying to reach out for the broomstick. She also made another effort to help him out, and, finally, he was able to take the broom with both hands. It was uncomfortable, but it was better for her.
“Just hold on tight a bit! I’m going to get us out of here.”
“I’m fine! Don’t worry about me! I can do this all day!” he joked.
Even though he could not see her, he knew she definitely rolled her eyes and almost felt joy out of that. But he was mostly scared. While he was definitely in shape, he didn’t train to hold on to a flying broomstick for a journey through the forest. He could barely keep his eyes open, the wind blowing in his face. He wondered if Elphaba felt the same, or if she had become accustomed to the sensation.
Thankfully, they were out of the Emerald City in a few minutes, and she finally landed in a remote part of the yellow brick road, surrounded by trees. Fiyero fell to the ground, his legs unable to hold him. He felt weak due to the effort. Every single muscle hurt, but his soul felt calm. He had made it out alive, somehow. Thanks to Elphaba who, on the other hand, was as good as new.
“Are you ok?”, she asked, with a worried tone.
“I have been better,” he replied, without opening his eyes.
“You’ll get used to it,” she said after a beat, her voice filled with sarcasm.
He smiled at her response. That would mean they are flying together in the future, and not only in his imagination. That would mean that she would want him. Finally, he opened his eyes. She was also smiling at him, looking like her younger self for a moment.
“We can walk a bit,” she said, helping him stand, “but then, we’ll have to fly again.”
They walked in silence through the woods. The last time they did that was when they rescued the cub. He wondered where it would be now. Hopefully, he was fine and learned to talk. He liked thinking of him. It was one of the only few things he had done right in his life. It was also their first act as a pair. At that time, he felt maybe they could be a great team, but then, things took a complicated turn. One moment, he left her and Glinda at the train to Emerald City and, in a blink, he was declared the number one enemy of the state.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything,” he replied, instantly.
He would not lie to her. He would tell her the truth. She deserved that.
“Did you see me? When the Gale Force chased me down through the forest a few days ago? Did you see me and decide to not…?”
She didn’t finish the thought. He couldn’t go there either.
“Yes. I saw you… I mean, I saw something, maybe the hat,” he said with an apologetic smile. “I wasn’t sure. But I thought I did. So, I decided to… turn back.”
“Why did you do it?”
“I would never hurt you. Ever,” he stated firmly.
“No, I mean, why did you join them? You could have done anything else, maybe return home, but you stayed.”
Fiyero sensed she tried to frame the question in a neutral way, but he heard the accusation in it. The reservation. He let out a breath. He realized that, despite his strong connection with her, he really hadn’t told her much about himself. For example, how disconnected he felt from his family, who really didn’t care for him as nothing more than an heir. After spending most of his youth in different schools, wandering throughout Oz, he really didn’t feel he had a home to return to. That was also part of the reason he stayed with Glinda. At the end of the day, he cared for her. With both of them missing Elphaba, they needed each other. He only regretted not having been more honest with her sooner.
That’s why he was resolved to not make the same mistakes with Elphaba.
“Honestly, I thought it was the best way to find you,” he said, with pleading eyes. “I just… I thought that with Glinda and me in the government, maybe we could… Protect you.”
She didn’t reply immediately. Fiyero thought that, of course, she would only feel like he was trapping her. He had been pretending for years. Maybe she still suspects of his intentions. How would he regain her trust?
“Thank you,” she said, her voice soft.
He felt as if a giant weight had been lifted out of his shoulders. All this time, he wondered if he was really doing the right thing. There were occasions in which he had to do things he wasn’t proud of, such as Animal raids. So the Wizard could have free labor to build his yellow brick road. As Animals started leaving Oz, they were less of them, which eased his mind a little. He always did his best to send warnings without being detected, sometimes using Feldspur to spread the word. But he knew he couldn’t save everyone. It was a hard act to balance, for sure.
“Can I ask you something?”
She smiled cautiously.
“What?”
“How really are Animals?” he asked, with a quiet tone. “I… I should have known. That the Wizard had them in the palace, that they were locked up. I'm so sorry.”
Elphaba let out a breath. He worried he would have to say sorry many times from now on and that she would run out of patience. That she would not have enough forgiveness for him.
“It’s ok,” she said. “You did what you could. We all have. Sadly, sometimes it is not enough,” she added, while looking away.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I really haven’t been able to do much. All these years, all I could do was hide and make little pranks, just stupid things to try to get people’s attention, to try to let them know the truth. But they don’t care. And the Animals… They are all leaving and they don’t want to fight. Not with me, at least.”
“Why?”
“They don’t trust me,” she said with a dry, humourless laugh. “They know I was the one who gave the monkeys their wings. They think I’m tricking them”
Elphaba was sitting on a hollow trunk. Fiyero stood there, processing the new information. She always seemed so powerful and assured, it never occurred to him that she would also have doubts.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated, not really sure what else he could say.
“I am not even a good Wicked Witch,” she lamented to herself.
“Hey, don’t say that,” Fiyero said, suddenly finding the words. “You freed the monkeys today. You freed those Animals also. That is something. And it’s something good.”
Fiyero saw in her eyes that she didn’t believe that.
“What?” he asked, softly.
“It was too late,” she said. “Those Animals… They could not speak. Dr. Dillamond, he was… He was there, and he was bleating. He could not tell me a word.”
Fiyero took her by the shoulders and, for the second time that day, she started to cry. He was flabbergasted. He had never seen her like this before.
“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay, it’s okay.”
He didn’t know how to console her. He knew that it was complicated. He has been inside the system, and he really didn’t see many cracks over the years. However, they were not going to give up.
“I don’t know what we’re going to do,” he said, still holding her by the shoulders, while she wiped her tears, “but now you’re not alone. We can figure out something together.”
He wanted to give everything he had to know what she was thinking. He had to conform to watching her eyes flicker with something that seemed like hope.
“Ok,” she said.
“Ok,” he repeated.
They didn’t take their eyes off each other, and he seriously considered just taking a step forward and kissing her. However, he knew she would probably need more time. He would give her all the time she needed. There was no pressure.
“Also, for what it’s worth, the commotion you caused today also freed me,” he said, trying to convey his gratitude. “So, I wouldn’t underestimate you, Elphaba Tropp.”
She only moved a corner of her lips, in a minimal smile. For him, it was enough. He knew she was starting to feel better. She looked up to the sky, which was already dark.
“Let’s get on the broom.”
Elphaba could feel Fiyero’s chest on her back. He was trying to maintain his distance, she could tell, but there wasn’t really much space for the two of them on that broomstick. However, they didn’t say anything, and she was grateful for the silence, as she could not really believe he was going to be in her secret lair with her. Not even in her wildest dreams could she foresee such a scene.
She was proud of it. It was a beautiful space, like a nest between two trees. She could see the Emerald City from there, but they could never find her. She also slept under the stars, which made her feel less alone. However, that night, she wasn’t alone.
Fiyero was seeing every little detail in the lair like a kid in a candy store. Some things, like the pamphlets she collected about her through the years, made him grimace, but other things, like her tools for cooking or magic, made him look in wonder. He felt a little out of place. Like a vision. When he started to take off his jacket, she felt a sudden heat in the chest.
“I’m going to change… So, you know, just… Stay there.”
She felt embarrassed to sound like a child. He just flashed that old roguish smile of his. The same one he gave her the first night they met, when he tripped over her in the woods. When she discovered the first person that wasn’t really impressed by her green skin, though he did make that stupid comment about the foliage. But he wasn’t scared, and she had to admit that she didn’t know what to do with that fact: with someone treating her like... just a girl—one that he could even flirt with. While he liked to appear shallow and self-absorbed, she realized from that very first moment that he was more open-minded than most. And, little by little, she also started to find him generous and kind.
For a moment, she thought he might not be the same as he was back in college. And though, yes, he was ready to marry Glinda, she can see now he did what he thought was best. For him, for Glinda, even for her. He thought he could protect her. He was thinking of her all those years, the same way she was thinking of him.
Him, who felt like a dream, but it was a reality. A real man. A real man who was in the next room, without his jacket. And she was a real woman. She wasn’t sure what would happen next, but she decided not to do anything that she would not do if she were alone. That meant she was going to wear the damn lingerie set she always wore, even if now, with Fiyero in the other room, it felt more risqué than ever. However, she loved it. When she made it, she thought that Glinda would approve of it. When she ran away, after she had looked for some of her things at Shiz, she decided she was going to make the most of her secret nest. All Oz could say she was evil, but in her home, she would let herself be. Be smart and strong, but also soft or sexy. Lingerie set and all.
When she saw herself in the mirror, she paused. What was she doing? Would Fiyero even think of her that way? He, who was as beautiful as rays of sunshine in the early morning, could not even entertain the thought of being with her, could he?
She decided to put a cardigan on. To feel at ease. At least, she could have plausible deniability, if he wasn’t really up for anything. It wouldn’t be the first time she felt embarrassed, but she suspected that a straight rejection from him would be a different kind of hurt. Another kind to add to her already generous supply of those.
She took a deep breath once again and then came out to meet him.
She wasn't prepared. Fiyero had not only taken his jacket off but also his suspenders and unbuttoned his white shirt, leaving his chest visible. She wasn’t prepared for the full force of desire, the strength of the pull he had on her. She had never in her life had felt such an impulse to touch something as she wanted to touch his skin.
Elphaba forced herself to look him in the eyes, and he was watching her as absorbed as she was. Though Fiyero definitely had much more experience than her, he also seemed a little unsure. As he was calculating what movements could be appropriate.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, solemnly, looking at her.
“You don’t have to lie to me.”
She didn’t even think before speaking, she just said it. She felt a pit in her stomach, waiting to be filled with embarrassment.
“It’s not lying," he said, getting closer to her, with a tone of disgust. As he couldn’t believe she could suggest he would do such a thing. “It’s looking at things another way.”
Maybe it was the way he said it. It was a rare occasion in which she didn’t want to quarrel or had a smartass response for him. She always felt protected by her brains, by her wit. But he had described what he felt perfectly, because it was also what she felt about him. Fiyero might be as handsome as they come, but he was so much more than that. Maybe he only saw himself as a pretty boy, but she could see him. She could look at him another way.
When he was in front of her, she could see his eyes, darker than she had seen them before. The blue of the iris was thinner due to his dilated pupils. He looked possessed, like he could not help himself, and touched her slightly, leaving a trace of heat through her bare shoulder and part of her arm.
All day, he had been touching her. First her hand, then her shoulders, then their little journey on the broomstick, with almost all of his weight on her. But that little touch, it felt like it was the first time.
She felt lit on fire. She didn’t care anymore. So, she threw her arms around his neck and found his lips in one motion. He also embraced her, pulling her closer to him. She once believed she could be so happy she could melt, but in that moment, she discovered she could actually float due to happiness.
Both she and Fiyero looked around in amazement while the fireflies surrounded them, the ground a few feet away from them. He laughed, and she did the same, and then she slowly pulled them down onto the bed.
The sweetness gave way to passion. She didn’t think; she just let her body do what it wanted to. She touched him everywhere her hands could, ran her fingers through his hair, and bit and licked every bit of skin she could access to. It was a feast, and she was going to taste it all and let him do the same. While she wasn’t really in the mood to talk, she couldn’t avoid a little chuckle.
“What is it?” he asked, confused but amused by her reaction. Her roguish smile intact. She put a finger on his lips, barely touching them.
“It’s just…For the first time… I feel wicked,” she replied in a murmur.
He smiled, with all his teeth, and she laughed, and everything was perfect. He kissed her again, and she knew she would never get used to the sensation. Maybe, they really didn’t have any future. They could be captured tomorrow. They could be killed.
But she couldn’t care less. They had that night. For the first time, they could be as they wanted to. They were shining bright as the stars above them. As long as he was hers and she was his, they would make every moment last.