"Citizens of Oz, there is an enemy that must be found and captured! Believe nothing she says. She's evil. Responsible for the mutilation of these poor, innocent monkeys! Her green skin is but an outward manifestation of her twisted nature! This distortion... this repulsion... this... Wicked Witch!!!!!!"
From his place on the sidewalk, Fiyero could see a ripple effect of panic manifest itself in the Emerald City. Windows slammed shut, shutters were barred, people appeared in doorways with blunt objects, and the shouts and wails and hisses of the people resounded off all the buildings. He'd been compelled to follow Galinda and Elphaba to the Emerald City after spending three hours at Shiz going insane with the lack of them. Or, at least, he pretended he missed 'them'.
Despite his best efforts to ignore the feelings that had been overtaking him, he knew that he only missed one of the girls, and it wasn't his bubbly girlfriend.
He thought fast. Where would she go? Where could she go? She would need to eat, and sleep, and change her clothes... He took off at a sprint, hoping he could catch her if he got there fast enough. He was closer than she'd been when she'd fled the Wizard's palace, but she'd been traveling longer than him, now.
Arriving at The Epic Vert, he flew through the doors quickly, and looked along the check-in desk until he spotted a young woman. Rushing to her, he said, "Excuse me, I'm Fiyero Tiggular, and I'm looking for a guest here, Galinda Upland?"
As he'd hoped, the girl recognized him and flushed. He'd found it useful, in the past, to ask for favors from a young woman, if possible, and that method didn't fail him. "Oh, uh," she said, pulling out a ledger book. "We're not really... But I know the two of you... Umm... 417," the young woman said breathlessly.
He flashed her the best Charming Prince Smile he could muster, and, leaning toward her, said, "I wanted to surprise her, with a present. Is there any way I could get in there without her?"
The girl looked horrified. "It's really not allowed..."
"She had a very important meeting with the Wizard today," he paused, looking at her name tag, "Gertrude. I'd love to surprise her, we're all so proud."
I'm want to marry her room mate, the Enemy of Oz.
"I suppose, your Highness, that -"
"Fiyero, please," he said, with another winning smile.
She slipped him the key without another word.
Thank Oz Galinda insisted upon traveling in style and comfort. The Epic Vert was a nice hotel, if not a little slack on the security, but the ease with which he had obtained the key was currently Fiyero's favourite thing about the place. If they'd been at the Wizard's Palace, he'd have been completely screwed.
Bursting into the room on the fourth floor, he slammed it shut and locked every lock he could, then looked around frantically to see if anything looked out of place. What was clearly Galinda's side of the room looked like her suitcases had thrown up. The other half was tidy, and, as far as he could tell, still perfectly packed.
A noise at the window drew his attention, and he stepped into the shadows and watched as Elphaba swung the large glass barrier inward and jumped into the room, looking pale and frazzled.
"Elphaba," he said, and she jumped. He rushed into the moonlight. "It's me, Fiyero, don't worry." She looked relieved, and he walked to her. "I hoped you'd come back here, it's the first place I looked when I heard what - ...When I heard."
She looked panicked. "Do you think other people will come?"
"No," he promised, soothingly. "Firstly, nobody but me would be foolish enough to think you'd return to your hotel. And even if they did, I bolted every lock. You can't open some of those from the outside. You'll have time to get out the window."
"How did you get in?"
"I smiled at the girl behind the counter, she gave me a key."
"Well, that's security," Elphaba said, her voice robust with sarcasm.
"Hey, this is a very exclusive smile," Fiyero said, taking another step toward her.
She looks so beautiful. Was she always this beautiful, and I just didn't notice? I should have been after her from the beginning.
"How did you get to the Emerald City so fast?"
Fiyero flushed, feeling like she could real his thoughts. "I missed you," he murmured, staring at the floor. "I left about three hours after you did."
"Glinda will probably be questioned for hours," Elphaba apologized.
"Your girlfriend, formerly known as 'GAlinda'," Elphaba explained. Fiyero remembered that she'd changed her name. "The one you missed."
"I didn't say that," Fiyero sighed, stepping toward her once more. They were very close now. "I said I missed you."
Elphaba shifted uncomfortably. "Difficult homework assignment?"
Fiyero decided not to acknowledge her question, because it was derogatory. "So now what?"
"I just needed some things," Elphaba said, her voice tense once more. "I thought I could grab them... But there are things back at Shiz. Books, personal things..." Elphaba gasped. "My bottle, the green one!"
That was the breaking point for her. Tears filled her eyes, and her hands flew to her face. With a final step, Fiyero closed the gap between them, pulling her close to him and kissing her head. "Oh, Fae," he murmured, finding himself near tears as well. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, please, don't cry, shh..."
"Fiyero," she said, pulling back to looked at him. His eyes offered nothing but support, which almost made it worse, but she was glad she could talk to him. "What do I do?"
"I don't know, Elphaba," he said, smoothing her hair away from her face and gazing into her eyes. "I wish we had more time, I wish... There are so many things I want to say." She looked confused, but he couldn't satiate her curiosity now. "No matter what, though, I believe in you. Always," he promised.
"Thank you," she said, softly. Breathing in to clear her head, she pulled away from his comforting embrace. "I need to collect my things, the things I have." She paused for a moment, shaking her head back and forth, as if her brain was literally wrestling with something and the force of it was knocking her head around. "I really can't risk going back to Shiz," she said, decidedly.
"I'll make sure whatever you need stays safe," he said, as she opened her suitcase and rifled through it. It didn't take her long to look ready to go. She glanced toward to window. "Do you have to go?" She raised one eyebrow at him, and he felt practically disabled with stupidity. "I know you have to go, I meant... Do you have to go right away?"
"Why," she murmured, a little icily, telling herself to flee, to ignore him and go while she could. "What do you want with me?"
The question was too enticing. The answer was too clear. In two strong strides, he crossed the space between them and pulled her into a fierce kiss. When she pulled away, confused, he answered her question, again, this time with words. "I want all of you."
Elphaba shook her head. "You can't, you're... You're too... It's not possible."
"I should have said it forever ago," he said pulling her close again and kissing her neck. "I came as soon as I was sure," he offered.
"Fiyero, we can't -"
"We have to," he said, his voice breaking. "I need you. You're leaving, and I can't -" He kissed her again, deeply, and dropped down onto her bed, pulling her with him. "Please, just let me kiss you a little while longer."
His arms around her felt so strong, and his mouth on hers felt so warm. There would be none of that where she was going. There had been none of that where she had been. "Alright," she sighed, feeling relieved to do the wrong thing for once, and to be doing it when the result was so pleasing.
His lips memorized her face, traveling from her lips, over her cheeks, to her nose, her forehead, all around her face, along her jawline, and down her neck. She found her hands in his hair, and, before either of them could comprehend why or how, Fiyero's hands were exploring her body, and she was sinking back, inviting him to climb on top of her, to be in control of her.
It felt much better than either had expected. Fiyero, who had been with his share of women, had never felt so alive when kissing any of them. And Elphaba, who had never really been touched by anyone, had never felt the pleasure of kissing at all. His fingers worked the buttons of her dress, needing more of her, needing to make her shiver and tremble and beg and moan and want. He wanted her to want him as badly as he wanted her.
She did, and had for quite some time.
But he'd been with Galinda, who was now Glinda. Her best friend, her room mate. As Elphaba thought about it, she felt the suffocating grip of guilt rear its head once, in a feeble attempt to be a good friend. Glinda didn't deserve this. She probably didn't love Fiyero the way Elphaba did, but she did love him with all she had, with all she could.
She was just about to stop him, to sit up and say that they couldn't, when his mouth found her collarbone and his hands slid her dress off. She opened her eyes - she hadn't realized she'd closed them - and found she was left only in a slip, and his shirt was mostly undone. It felt so good, and he looked so good... She reached up and finished unbuttoning his shirt, then slid it off of him, feeling the heat coming off his body and feeling a flush grow on her, as well.
She barely felt his touch as he slid her slip down, off her shoulders, but a moment later, when his hand found her breast, she knew she was very close to being naked. Braced on one elbow, with the hand of that arm cupping her face, he lay next to her on the bed, tracing her breasts alternately, until, losing all will to wait, his mouth followed their lead.
"Ah," Elphaba whimpered, her hand flying up to her face to cover his, the other grasping at nothingness and finally settling on his head. He worked on one until she was writhing, then moved to the other, his hand and mouth trading off as Elphaba felt more and more foggy.
He sat up on his knees, looking down at her, and pulled her slip down her body, right off of her, and paused, knowing that her underwear was the last step, but not knowing if she was ready for it. She looked into his eyes, though she wasn't as focused as she usually was, and slid her hands down to slide her underwear off. He assisted her, gently, and pulled her free of her clothing the rest of the way, then unbuttoned his pants and pushed off the remainder of his clothes.
Taking her knees in his hands, he tenderly spread her legs, and then slid down to lie on top of her, thrilled that her legs immediately wrapped around his. He stroked her face with his thumbs and kissed her. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, nuzzling her with his nose. "Are you ready?"
"I want you," she panted, her hands digging into his back. He hadn't thought he could be any more aroused, but hearing her state her desire pushed him past the point of no return. Drawing her tongue into his mouth and sucking on it with fervour, he entered her, and she let out a noise of surprise, pain and excitement.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes," she said. She'd always been told it would hurt, but the pain wasn't as bad as she'd imagined. It felt good, it felt complete. "Yero," she sighed. "Love me."
"I do," he whispered, as he began to move. He went slow, each thrust rocking her, causing her to gasp. But she clutched at him, and moved with him, hiking her legs up higher, around his waist, and he allowed her urging to control him, and, before long, began to thrust roughly. He took them higher, farther, as she sighed and moaned and whimpered and gasped beneath him, as he forced his hands under her and pulled her flush against him, wanting to touch every inch of her at once.
Her nails dug into him, and her open mouth caught his shoulder, and he knew she was close. To give her joy, to experience making love with her, it was the greatest feeling of his life to date, and, as he felt the tightness around him give way to the rhythmic pulse of her climax, he thrust into her deeper. He continued to pleasure her, until she moaned, and came again, then, with a final thrust, allowed himself to finish with her.
Gasping for breath, he dropped down on top of her, and felt her heaving beneath him. Refusing to let go of her, he held her firm and kissed her over and over, until she finally came to her senses, and try to push him off of her. "I have to go."
He rolled over, stunned, then sat up and pursued her. "Don't," he said. "Not yet, just a little while longer."
"I should have gone right away," she said, refusing to meet his gaze as she pulled on her clothes. He suddenly felt very vulnerable, standing naked in the middle of the room, begging her to stay, and pulled on his undershorts and pants.
"Fae," he whispered, and she paused at the yearning in his voice. Looking at him, she wished she could stay with him, that they could return to bed and curl up together. But the look on his face, the pain in his eyes... She went to where she'd tossed his shirt, and picked it up, then, slowly, tenderly, put it back on him. Dropping down, she kissed just above his waistband, then buttoned his shirt at the bottom. She kissed up his stomach, buttoning the shirt behind her, up his chest, to his neck. "You tricked me," he murmured.
"It's alright," he smiled. "Out of all the times I've ever put a shirt on, that was, by far, the sexiest." He caught her around the waist and kissed her, feeling her body melt into his. "If you can't stay, then I'm going with you."
Hey eyes widened at the idea, but she quickly shook her head. "My broom, I... I have to fly, and I can't... I can barely keep it steady for myself, I couldn't possibly attempt to have you on there, too. I'm just learning," she admitted.
His heart sank. "I could meet you somewhere," he tried.
"Fiyero," Elphaba said, the tone of her voice letting him know the awful truth was about to come out. "You can't leave. What about Glinda?"
Fiyero had forgotten her. Elphaba, too, had let her friend slip her mind until he'd said he wanted to come with her. She told herself that Glinda had abandoned her, to try to make up for what she had just done. She told herself that Glinda would never have to know, so it was alright. If Fiyero ran off with her, Glinda would know. And stealing her friend's boyfriend was infinitely worse than being left to go the rest of the way she'd chosen to go alone.
It was one thing to allow herself this one opportunity to be with Fiyero, hell, to be with anyone. It was quite another to run off into the night with him, even if her broom could have held two people.
"I can't possibly stay with Glinda now," he said. "I was going to end things with her when I saw her, anyway. But after this..."
He looked so young, all of a sudden. So... innocent. A man who had probably slept with at least one woman in every city for miles around, looked like he was a child once more. It threw her, and it broke her heart. "Fiyero," she sighed, her voice soft and gentle. "She's just lost her friend. She will need you. There are only two of you who really know that I'm not - ...Please, take care of her."
"Elphaba, please don't ask me."
"I am asking you." Elphaba moved toward the window, preparing to go.
"But I love you," he whispered. Suddenly, she knew why he looked so innocent. Having sex with someone was one thing - making love to someone was entirely different. He'd never done this before, and, now, just as he was letting himself fall, he was realizing there was nothing to catch him.
She walked back to him and placed her hands on his face, looking into his eyes. "Never say that again."
"Because it will hurt you. And because when you do, I want to say it back. And if I said it back, I'd never be able to part with you." Fiyero looked like he was turning the idea to say it again over in his head, then, sadly and resignedly, nodded. "Someday, maybe, we can say it to each other. But not until the worst is past. You have to forget this ever happened. But also," she added, "try to remember?"
Her hopeful smile was like a secret, like a promise. He smiled and kissed her. "How could I ever forget?" He kissed her, once, twice, his face contorting as he struggled not to cry. "Go," he said, kissing her again. "Go." She turned and fled toward the window, feeling as though she might cry, herself. "Fae," he called, one last time. She turned back to look at him. "I - I'm not going to say it," he promised, his voice breaking. "But I feel it."'
She drank in the sight of him, bathed in moonlight, as beautiful as ever. "So do I."
And with that, she was gone, out the window, disappearing into the dark. He yelped as if he'd been struck, and dropped down onto her bed, his head in his hands, to sob. He sobbed until his lungs ached, until his head throbbed, until his face stung. Then, morosely, he stood and remade Elphaba's bed, settling on top of it so that he could hug her pillow to him.
When Glinda entered, hysterical, an hour or so later, he was there to hold her. She was so grateful, it made him sick. What a wonderful boyfriend he was, to be there for her when she needed him most. And how considerate, to sleep on Elphaba's bed, rather than disturb all her clothing. She cried in his arms, and then fell asleep, and he pretended she was someone else, telling himself it wouldn't be long until he could find her.
So? I tried to write it so that it fit in just after Defying Gravity, but didn't alter anything else in the story. I was going to add something to clarify the "It wasn't like that" after "Wonderful", but I think it makes sense. It wasn't "all this time", even if they were together that once. Also, it explains why we never hear them say that they love each other, AND why Elphaba is so willing to believe Fiyero cares for her. Think about how readily she accepts it in the show... That was always a little OOC for me, I'm not sure why.