#fyiero

her man: ur beautiful

she: shut up ur lying

her so far sworn enemy: ur beautiful

"What is it?"

Fyiero looked at her, worried. He wanted to taste those lips once again, caress them, bite them. For endless nights he dreamed about Elphaba, wandering if she would taste like grass, or like mint, or like whatever of green was in his mind.

But nothing prepared him to this. Elphaba tasted like.. Elphaba. Her smell was the most sweetest and misterious smell that he had ever smelled on a girl. It was so natural, so right on her.

"It's just.."

Her eyes were filled with new emotions and new sensations. Fyiero looked confused into her eyes.

"For the first time.."

Elphaba's lips trembled as she spoke that one little last word.

"Wicked."

She  hugged him tight, letting him kissing her lips and filling her mouth with his sweet taste. Fyiero smelled her long black hair and caressed her back trough the black dress.

Finally she was his.

That creature so perfect and beautiful was finally his, and nobody's else.

He didn't feel guilty for hurting Glinda, because in his heart he has always knew that he belonged to that green girl since the day he run up against her the first day of school.

He sighed, twisting his tongue with Elphaba's and fighting with her natural disposition to dominate. He would take care of her since that moment. She was his.

"It's just.."

Sudnelly Elphaba took her head in her hands.

"What?"

She looked sudnelly so sad and blue. In her eyes Fyiero could reed the fear that for  many years accompanied her, fear not to be enough for her father, for Nessa, and eventually, for him.

"I just wish I could be beautiful for you.."

She said quitely.

Why didn't she undersand? She was the most amazing human being in Oz, she was smart, polite, so kind and generous.

"Elphaba.."

"Don't tell me that I am." She screamed.

"You don't have to lie to me."

For many years they lied to her. About her look, about her origins, about her family and her future. In that momento Fyiero decided that it wouldn't be lie that with him. He loved her for who she was, with every flaw.

"It's not lying. I slooking at things another way."

Fyiero smiled and holded her hand, looking sweetly into her eyes. There were no more petending. She was his.