Location: Emerald City
Disclaimer: WICKED ISN'T MINE... oh no!
A/n: Tell me what you think. Good? Bad? Ugly? (don't worry. I'm still working on my other series.)
Fiyero knew little of Elphaba's job. Was she an assassin working against the Wizard? Or merely a pawn in the Wizard's own game?
They had been conducting their love affair for months now. Although they didn't see one another as frequently as he would've liked. Still, any time spent with her was better than time alone. He climbed the stairs, pushing open the door silently. The cat skittered past him as he entered. She was baking a pie, apple, though the fruit had slightly browned.
"Working hard I see." He spoke into her green ear, wrapping his arms around her thin waist from behind.
"You're early." She huffed, dusting the flour from her hands.
"I'm impatient." He replied, slipping one hand lower.
"It's dangerous, Yero." Her hands fidgeted in agitation.
Fiyero sighed, releasing her and shuffling backwards. "Don't start this again, Fae. We've been at this for months and everything is fine."
Elphaba turned to glare at her lover. "And now you've jinxed it."
He chuckled. "You need to relax." His dark hands enveloped hers.
"How can I?" Her voice still held its edge, but her expression softened.
A mischievous grin brightened his face. "Oh, I can think of a few ways." He leaned forward to nibble her ear.
She turned to kiss his cheek, her response muffled. "Only a few?"
As with every night they were together she would not be touched below the waist. Nor would she let him see her nude in the moonlight. Their bodies lay entwined, still damp with sweat from their nighttime activities. He brushed his fingers through her hair idly.
"Are you working tomorrow?" He enjoyed the feel of her fingers lightly tracing the muscles of his chest.
"No, but soon." Her lips twitched into a smile. "Do you anticipate missing me already?"
"No, my darling Fae." He kissed her creased forehead. "I miss you the moment I leave your presence."
She smiled, capturing his lips passionately. "Yero my hero."
Fiyero arrived the next night on time to avoid an argument. She wasn't baking, nor was she waiting in bed for him. He found her hurriedly packing mostly books and papers.
"Where are you going?" He demanded.
"Not now, I can't explain." She ran into the table, knocking things over in her rush.
"You can't expect me to accept that." He replied, shoulders shaking with anger. Although it was more likely worry than anger.
"I do." Elphaba replied tersely. It was only then that Fiyero noticed her wince in pain; his eyes followed her path across the floor; it was lined with splatters of blood.
"Has the Gale Force discovered you? Did they harm you?" He rushed forward to hold her steady. But she stepped back, shaking her head.
"Yes." He insisted as she wavered; he watched her eyes flutter shut. Before she sank to the floor a single word escaped her lips, a name. "Glinda."
And then Elphaba passed out cold.
A/N: I've already got the next two chapters written. Does anyone wish to read them? Rather, for the story to continue. Have I got you hooked? Reviews are loved.