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Title: Never Below the Waist
Verse: Novel
Pairing: Elphaba/Fiyero
Rating: PG-13
A/N: First line is from page 193 of the novel. Ending is entirely open to the reader's interpretion, because Elphaba wouldn't tell me either.
He rolled over, tugging the blanket with him; she tugged it back, exposing his legs to the clammy air with a self-satisfied cackle.
“My bed, my bedclothes,” she smirked, smiling when Fiyero curled closer to her. “That’s it, my prince, if you wish to stay warm.” She pulled the covers further over herself, giving Fiyero a teasing kiss. “You want them, you come and get them.”
“I’m not the only one who suffers by my coldness.” With a boyish grin, Fiyero pressed his feet on top of Elphaba’s, laughing when she howled in protest.
“Off! Get them off me!” She punched him playfully, her legs thrashing. With a hiss, Malky leapt off the bed, glaring at its human occupants as he stalked over to the empty grate.
“Oh, look, the cat is shitty with us.” Fiyero wrapped his legs around Elphaba, trapping her.
“Shh, the Cat,” she whispered, as Malky began to groom himself. “I believe he may be one, sent here to spy on us.”
“How tawdry, with all the time you spend undressed!”
Elphaba pummeled him again. “Would you rather I remained clothed?”
“On the contrary, I find your lack of modesty quite becoming.” Fiyero slid his hand down Elphaba’s torso; with a fond glare, she stopped it at her hip, pulling it higher again. “Oh, come on Fae. The cat doesn’t care.”
“But I do,” Elphaba said firmly, relaxing into a smile as Fiyero’s arm wrapped around her waist. “Now, was that so hard?”
“You tell me.” He blocked her mouth with a kiss before she could respond, rolling over so that she was on top of him. “Well?”
“You wicked thing,” Elphaba murmured between kisses. “You’ve got me right where you want me, as usual.”
“I’d say that currently you’re the one with me at your mercy,” Fiyero pointed out, pulling the blankets up over her bare shoulders. “Any requests?”
Elphaba kissed him again. “You talk too much.”
She shivered pleasantly as his hands ran up and down her back - it was times like these that she actually felt glad of her small frame; it was as though he could hold her entire body in his two palms. This was safety, and warmth. And possibly love.
They moved together slowly, Elphaba eventually winding up against the mattress, her hair pooling like spilled ink across the pillow. Fiyero stroked her side, then skipped to her thigh, then gently began moving higher again. He paused when Elphaba kicked out violently, but didn’t remove his hand.
“Fae -”
“Don’t -”
“But why not? I’d never hurt you, my beautiful Fae.” Fiyero slid his hand back up to her breast, watching closely as the terror drained from her face. Her heart was racing; he could feel it beneath his fingertips. Still, she kissed him again, though chastely.
“Because I’m trying to forget.” She rolled onto her side away from him, pulling his arm with her so that she could hide in the embrace.
“Forget what?” Fiyero asked her, but she wouldn’t reply.
Verse: Novel
Pairing: Elphaba/Fiyero
Rating: PG-13
A/N: First line is from page 193 of the novel. Ending is entirely open to the reader's interpretion, because Elphaba wouldn't tell me either.
He rolled over, tugging the blanket with him; she tugged it back, exposing his legs to the clammy air with a self-satisfied cackle.
“My bed, my bedclothes,” she smirked, smiling when Fiyero curled closer to her. “That’s it, my prince, if you wish to stay warm.” She pulled the covers further over herself, giving Fiyero a teasing kiss. “You want them, you come and get them.”
“I’m not the only one who suffers by my coldness.” With a boyish grin, Fiyero pressed his feet on top of Elphaba’s, laughing when she howled in protest.
“Off! Get them off me!” She punched him playfully, her legs thrashing. With a hiss, Malky leapt off the bed, glaring at its human occupants as he stalked over to the empty grate.
“Oh, look, the cat is shitty with us.” Fiyero wrapped his legs around Elphaba, trapping her.
“Shh, the Cat,” she whispered, as Malky began to groom himself. “I believe he may be one, sent here to spy on us.”
“How tawdry, with all the time you spend undressed!”
Elphaba pummeled him again. “Would you rather I remained clothed?”
“On the contrary, I find your lack of modesty quite becoming.” Fiyero slid his hand down Elphaba’s torso; with a fond glare, she stopped it at her hip, pulling it higher again. “Oh, come on Fae. The cat doesn’t care.”
“But I do,” Elphaba said firmly, relaxing into a smile as Fiyero’s arm wrapped around her waist. “Now, was that so hard?”
“You tell me.” He blocked her mouth with a kiss before she could respond, rolling over so that she was on top of him. “Well?”
“You wicked thing,” Elphaba murmured between kisses. “You’ve got me right where you want me, as usual.”
“I’d say that currently you’re the one with me at your mercy,” Fiyero pointed out, pulling the blankets up over her bare shoulders. “Any requests?”
Elphaba kissed him again. “You talk too much.”
She shivered pleasantly as his hands ran up and down her back - it was times like these that she actually felt glad of her small frame; it was as though he could hold her entire body in his two palms. This was safety, and warmth. And possibly love.
They moved together slowly, Elphaba eventually winding up against the mattress, her hair pooling like spilled ink across the pillow. Fiyero stroked her side, then skipped to her thigh, then gently began moving higher again. He paused when Elphaba kicked out violently, but didn’t remove his hand.
“Fae -”
“Don’t -”
“But why not? I’d never hurt you, my beautiful Fae.” Fiyero slid his hand back up to her breast, watching closely as the terror drained from her face. Her heart was racing; he could feel it beneath his fingertips. Still, she kissed him again, though chastely.
“Because I’m trying to forget.” She rolled onto her side away from him, pulling his arm with her so that she could hide in the embrace.
“Forget what?” Fiyero asked her, but she wouldn’t reply.