She was quiet tonight. While this wasn't a horribly large deviation from the normal, he still knew her well enough to know something wasn't right. Tempted to find out what was going on inside that head of hers, he chose instead to remain quiet and let her come to him on her own terms.

His patience was rewarded a moment later as she released a sigh, turned to face him, and said without preamble, "Do you miss her?"

He drew back a bit, confused. "What?"

Pushing a handful of ebony hair out of her face, she said again in the same indifferent tone, "Do you miss her?"

Her eyes told him all he needed to know and suddenly, he knew of whom she spoke. He was quiet for a moment, then shrugged and answered, "What does it matter?"

She shrugged, "She is your wife, Yero. Doesn't that count for anything?"

He avoided her question with the skill of the hunter he was. "I'm with you tonight, Fae. That's all that counts right now."

Silently, he pulled her to him, taking a moment to kiss her deeply, noting her resistance. "Why all the questions tonight? Can't we just enjoy each other?" His hand crept lower to her hip.

She shrugged him off. "Don't you think that this is wrong?"

Why did she have to be so Oz-blasted stubborn? "Yes. No. I don't know."

"Think about it, Fiyero. This isn't right. You and me. Us, together like this. You're married. You have a wife and a family." She rolled away, taking the blanket with her. "I don't know why I ever let you in. You're not mine to have…or love." She turned to him. "We can't keep doing this. It ends tonight."

"Fae, you're overreacting."

"Am I?" She turned to face him again. "This was a bad idea from the start, Fiyero. You know it and I know it. This..this…..thing we have. It's not real and it won't last." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "We both know that too."

He said nothing, only went to her, drew her too him and kissed her thoroughly. "Maybe I do." he whispered when he released her. "Maybe I know very well that this is wrong. Maybe I know very well that it can't last forever. Maybe I shouldn't be here loving you like this, but you know something?" He smiled at her. "Maybe I don't care."

Her answer was to stare right back at him. "How can you not care?" he nearly laughed at her incredulous tone.

"Quite easily actually," he reasoned aloud. "Elphaba, all I've my life, I've done what has been expected of me. I was raised to take the throne of my people, married the girl my parents chose for me, and became the ruler my father wanted to see. Just once, I wanted to break the rules, to have something of my own will. And then I saw you in the chapel…" His hands acme to cradle her face and he couldn't resist kissing her swollen lips once more. "So, yes, it's wrong. Yes, I shouldn't be here with you, but I want to. And right now, that's all I care about."

She shook her head. "You do realize this can't possibly end well."

He shrugged, "I knew that coming in. I can't stay away, Fae. Trust me, I've tried. Whatever spell you have me under is working like a charm."

She rolled her eyes at his horrible pun, but couldn't help the smile. "Maybe I'm not quite ready to kick you out of my bed just yet."

"A fate worse than death," he said solemnly. "So, for as long as we have?"

She nodded, pulling on his arm. "Deal. Now shut up. We've been talking far too long."

"Agreed," Leaning down, he captured her mouth in a steamy kiss as he rolled them over to the blankets, content once again to lose themselves completely in the moment, no thoughts past this moment entering their minds.