AN: Because of this chapter and the content of chapter two, this is being moved to 'mature'.

Chapter Five: Last Time?

The next morning, she began to worry that she may never come out of her ordeal alive. She made love to Fiyero with such passion it worried him, and it even worried her, as well. But that didn't stop her from wanting more.

"Oh, Yero my hero, again, please." Elphaba was gasping, pleased and longing for more, smiling lovingly at Fiyero, who was wheezing as if he'd never moved so fast in his life. She wondered if, perhaps, he hadn't. Was his loving with Sarima never this intense?

"Would you let me recover myself a bit, first, please? You've exhausted me, Fae." He gave her a knowing grin. Of course he knew things. After the morning, she imagined he'd have more carnal knowledge of her than he already had, if possible.

"Sorry," she blushed. "It's just so good."

"I would hope so." He laughed. "Or you wouldn't be doing this so often."

Needing to hear the words repeated before she left on her could-be-fatal journey, she said, "I love you, Fiyero."

"I love you, too."

She sighed happily. That was all she wanted, though she'd never admit it to him. "Now," she demanded, spreading her legs playfully, "again."

"It's not that easy!" Fiyero protesting. "I wish it was, but believe me, Fae, it's not."

"You think I don't know that?" She laughed. "I was teasing. I do expect more before you leave, though, darling."

"You'll get lots more before I leave," Fiyero whispered close to her ears, "we both will."

"And when you come back tomorrow morning, Yero my hero, I promise you everything you want."

"Everything I want? I'm hard just thinking about it," he told her.

"I thought you said it wasn't that easy."

"I thought it wasn't. But with you, Fae-Fae, it is." He climbed on top of her and slid himself in. "Happy now?" He looked at her face, his own flushed as he began to move gently.

"Stop being so gentle." She said, moving her hips faster than he was. "I want it rough."

"What in Oz is wrong with you this morning, Fae?"

"Nothing. I'm just really… sexually excited…" She lied. Of course, she was afraid she'd never experience the pleasure she experienced those nights again, and she wanted it intensified.

He put a hand on each of her shoulders to help him move faster. "That better?"

"Oh yes!" She cried, her arms flailing in pleasure. "I like that. Harder."

"Harder?" He repeated, staring at her.

"Yes, please, oh, please!"

He looked confused as he continued to make his movements faster. Perhaps it was because she never begged during lovemaking. She couldn't tell what caused his bewilderment, but she reached an arm up and touched his face, brushing black, sweaty strings of hair away from his forehead. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Fiyero gasped into her ear, begging to bite her neck.

"That feels so, so good," she informed him, as if her moans and pleas had not made the fact obvious enough. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she dragged his body closer to hers, "Deeper," she adjusted herself so her legs had spread further.

He'd never had her ask him to do anything more than not stop. Her demanding attitude was scaring him and she could see. But she would not end lovemaking just because he was worried. "Fae?"

"Don't ever stop. Please."

"Ever?" He laughed, "I doubt you mean 'ever'."

"Okay, I exaggerated. You're slowing down. Don't."

"Sorry," He mumbled, breathing heavily. "You really…"

"Stop commenting and just keep going!" Elphaba snapped, tense but loose. "I want you so much right now, but I don't want to hear your commentary on the way I like sex, okay?"

"You've never liked it this way before. I feel like I'm almost hurting you. I just want to know I'm not."

"Believe me, love, that's the last thing you're doing." She smiled and arched her back even further, "Ooh, please."

"Please what?"

"Even faster, if possible, my love."

"Sweet Oz, you're demanding today."

"I don't care," Her hips shook with yearning and she moved so quickly he seemed to have lost the ability to keep up. "Fiyero!" She jolted him into faster movement. "I told you not to stop."

"I didn't mean to," he said apologetically. He gripped her shoulders tighter and thrust himself with what seemed to be all his might.

"Oh my Oz! That's so… oh wow! Oooooh…" She closed her eyes, threw her head back and screamed. "Yes!"

Fiyero slowed down, knowing she would stop demanding and he needed less speed for satisfaction than she did. A moment later, he collapsed on top of her, "That was very… extreme."

All of the sudden, Elphaba sat up, pushing Fiyero over in the bed. "Oh, shit! I've got to go. Yero, you have to leave. I'm sorry, I didn't think we'd spend so long doing this…"

"You didn't?" Fiyero muttered, stumbling around the room looking for his clothes. "It was a lot."

"I realize that." Elphaba got up and groaned, wrapping around her the blanket they had shared that was damp with mixed liquids of desire, because she could not and would not let him see her.

"I have to leave?" Fiyero looked at her with raised eyebrows.

Elphaba blushed as she ambled slowly around the room, not wanting him to see the condition that the force of their recent lovemaking had just put her in. Once again, she could not manage to walk straight. Oh, well, she decided it was a price she had to pay for pleasure, and a small one at that. "Yes you do. And you have to promise one more time never to follow me."


"You are going to ruin what we had this morning with an argument!" She stared at him, glowering in hot rage. "You cannot do this."

"After the way you've been acting, I'm a bit concerned. Can't you at least tell me what it is you're doing?"

"No!" She shook her head violently. "I can't just tell you. Don't even ask. You should know better than that. Now, one last time before you leave," she gestured for him to cloth himself, for he was standing nude in the middle of the room next to the bed, "promise you will be safe."

"Only if you do!" He protested, pulling on rumpled clothes.

Elphaba went to him, struggling to control her love and distress for him and smoothed his hair gently. "I can't. You know I can't. But I love you. And if that isn't enough, I don't know what is. So promise."

Sighing with regret and striding towards the door, Fiyero glanced at Elphaba for a long while, taking in what he could of her in case he didn't again. "I promise."