"For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul." -Judy Garland
She stared up at the sky. The night sky never changed. That was the same moon that had glowed down at her for her entire life. From when she was a child, to Shiz, to the time when she was alone... The summer sun had set, but the air was still thick with humidity. Crickets chirped and she could hear a bull-frog. Her paranoia refused to let her sleep. What if's flew through her tired mind.
She thought of all she had lost. Her childhood first and foremost. Her home, her sister, her father, her best friend. Everything she had believed in had given way to a darker reality.
And then she had lost all of her cause. She had even lost her creadibility. She had gone absolutly mad, and with that had been rendered useless. Her passion, her power, her-
"Ahh!" She dispaired at how absolutly stupidly feminine her squeal sounded.
A pair of large hands had wrapped around her waist, keeping her still. A velvety voice whispered in her ear. "Did I scare you?"
She shivered. "Not at all," she insisted, scowling at her lover.
Fiyero grasped her thin shoulders and turned her to face him. "Are you sure?"
She stuck her tounge out at him. "You caught me off guard."
"I scared you." He confirmed, gently mocking her.
"Love you." She rolled her eyes and turned away from him. He refused to let go and kissed her cheek. "C'mon now, Fae." His voice dropped. His lips grazed her ear and then her neck. She relaxed against him, suddenly submissive. She was absolutly drunk off of him.
She wrapped her arms around him, her annoyance gone. "A few years living completely alone will make you jumpy."
He frowned. "I'm sorry." He kissed her again. I can promise you will never be alone again." He took her hands and led her back into their little cottage on the Ozian border. "I love you, I love you, I love you."
He found the buttons that ran down the back of her dress. She gasped slightly at the feel of his rough, cool hands against her smooth back. Even still, his touch was gentle, one hand raising up to touch the back of her neck. He eased the dress off of her, and quickly the rest of their clothing joined it in a heap. He stepped back to look at her in the gentle moonlight. She seemed more beautiful than ever.
He caught her lips with his, making a vow. He promised to be her protector, to love her. To remove all traces of fear from her. She pulled away and smiled at him, a smile that went to her eyes.
They were like two pieces of a puzzle fitting together, two souls as one.