I just realized I haven't posted a Fiyeraba oneshot since September. My ex-boyfriend and I broke up last September. Does that have anything to do with it? I wonder.... ahem. Long time no Fiyeraba. Had to remedy THAT one real fast, which made me willing to do yet another piece that toys with As Long As You're Mine. I thought I'd written enough about the song. Nope, nope. Especially not after yet another viewing of the Wizard of Oz.


He watched her very carefully as she deftly sidestepped branches and brush that he had tripped over. He'd been with more women than he now cared to admit, even though he'd bragged about it in the past. He was surprised he didn't have a miniature army of illegitimate children, born while he had been stupid and in college. When he wasn't so focused on the beautiful woman that held his hand tightly as they walked through the forest, he'd think to be embarrassed. There wasn't time for that now.

They reached a clearing in the middle of the woods. She bit on her lip, unsure of what that must have meant. He squeezed her hand, a gesture he hoped was reassuring. He made himself promise that nothing would happen if she didn't want it to. But God, he hoped she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. He put down the lantern he had held to light their path. She still was frozen where she stood, her expression still unsure. Knowing they would get nowhere if he waited for her to make the first move, he decided to take subtle action. He tenderly brushed a few strands of her loose hair out of her face and let his hand rest on her cheek. She took in a deep breath and raised her hand to cover his. She moved away in a swift movement, dropping her bag and her hat without breaking eye contact with him. She smiled and finally looked down, undoing her cape and spreading it on the ground. She knelt down on it, demurely folding her skirts around herself. Still clearly gathering up her courage, she looked up and smiled at him. "Well?"

That was all the invitation he needed. He knelt down beside her on the cape, kicking his boots off. He took one of her hands and kissed it. He followed her torn, fraying sleeve up the high-necked dress, up to where light green skin was revealed again at her jaw. He turned her face to his and they kissed. It felt very quick to him, though that might have been merely an after effect of all the time he had spent wanting her. He pulled her in to his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around her. She leaned her head against his shoulder. "It's like fire."

He'd spoken mostly to himself and was surprised when she responded. "What is?"

"The way I feel about you. The more I have of you, the more I want. It's like fire, unquenched. The more fire feeds on, the more it grows. The more I... experience of you, the more I want to experience of you."

She smiled, still shy about herself. "Experience whatever you want."

"Is that what you want?"

Clearly surprised at his need to even question it, she said, "Of course," and kissed him fiercely...

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She held the flaming broom over her head with a vicious smile on her face. She caught his gaze and he could see a mischievous glint in her vivid brown eyes. Without turning away from him. "How about a little fire, Scarecrow?" She hissed at him as she touched the flame to his arm, stepping into the path of Dorothy's bucket of water.

He winced as she screamed and stepped into the trapdoor. He had a passing thought that once she was finished with this Witch business, she a had promising career in the theatre waiting for her. She was brilliant at faking her death. His sleeve smoked painlessly along with the smouldering broom from the fire she had lit. The water had not stifled the fire she had ignited in his heart.