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“I really had thought you’d changed, y’know.”
Fiyero tilts his face up into the gentle caress of Elphaba’s palm against his cheek. Gazing up at her from where he kneels in between the loose spread of her legs; drinking in the beautiful verde of her skin, the smattering of cinnamon freckles over her nose, the plushness of her lips, and the endless possibilities swirling in the dark depths of her eyes.
”I have changed.” He repeats the same thing he said before; feeling like a nervous colt trying to walk for the first time, having shaken off his old stupidity, breaking away from the flock of sheep that was the rest of them, for once using his own brain to take stock of the situation and do the right thing if not the easy one.
Elphaba smiles at him; a dimple creasing her cheek. “No, I mean…I thought you had changed like everyone else - I thought you no longer believed in me.”
”Never,” Fiyero shakes his head; covering her slim hand with his own larger one. “I will never not believe in you. You—“ he shudders out a breath; lungs feeling tight from how much he wants her. “You are everything to me, Elphaba.”
A tear spills from the sooty flutter of her lashes; staining the curve of her cheek wet. “No one’s ever chosen me before.”
Fiyero swallows down the anger the churns in his gut at the injustices that Elphaba has faced, not wanting such ugliness to intrude on her beauty. “Every day,” he says urgently; thumbing away fresh tears that trickle down her face. “I will choose you every single day. On that I vow.”
Elphaba sucks in a sharp breath. “Fiyero—“
“On that I vow, my love.” Any vows he would’ve made to Glinda as part of their sham of a marriage would’ve been as strong as tissue paper, easily torn apart just like his heart would’ve been too had he had to live his life without Elphaba. But this vow—
This vow he means from the depths of his very soul.
She tips forward then; cradling Fiyero’s face and kissing him fiercely, like she can no longer hold herself back. Fiyero nips at her bottom lip; licking into the wet heat of her mouth. Smiles at the taste of joy on her lips. Despite the fragile state of Oz right then, Fiyero manages to make Elphaba happy in that moment. And it’s beautiful.
Elphaba is beautiful.
Fiyero sucks bruising moues down the length of her throat; sneaking his hands under the thick, heavy knit of her grey cardigan. Skims the tips of his fingers over the delicate black lace moulded to the curve of her waist. Her belly quivers at his touch; Fiyero swallows down her purring moan.
She paws at him desperately; sliding his braces off his shoulders to fall by his hips. Tearing his shirt open, spearing her fingers through the hairs in his chest. Fiyero’s cock strains in the confines of his trews, aching to be inside her.
Not yet though.
Not before he’s worshipped her like she deserves.
”I want to taste you,” he whispers against the hinge of her jaw; her neat braids tickling his collarbone.
“Anything,” Elphaba gasps. “Anything you want.”
You, he thinks dizzily; just looking at her. I just want you. Fiyero pushes Elphaba back gently, so she’s sprawled on the bench and spreads her legs wider with his shoulders. Dips his head. Smudges soft kisses to her inner thighs. The muscles bunch and twitch at the touch, and Fiyero grins. Presses his face to the lace covering her cunt and inhales deeply. Breathes in the sweet, bitter musk of her arousal.
”Oh - oh fuck!” Elphaba chokes out a startled laugh as she realises what he plans to do, but the hand cradling the back of Fiyero’s skull doesn’t pull him away. Just strokes his nape; long nails lightly scritching the short hairs there.
Fiyero chuckles into the vee of her legs; massaging her thighs. “Hold on, my love,” he murmurs, and then pulling the crotch of her underwear to the side, exposing the dark tangle of her curls on her mons and blood-swollen, glistening folds; Fiyero buries his face right up in her pussy. Rasping a wet stripe from hole up to her clit; sucking on the taut bud, feeling it throb on his tongue. He licks at her like a man starved; groaning in satisfaction as each suckle on her clit, each slurp of his greedy tongue has slick gushing from her hot cunt to paint his throat. Smearing all over his mouth, coating the inside of his mouth.
All he can taste is Elphaba. All he can smell, feel. If he died with his mouth on her cunt, he’d die a happy man. She tenses tighter and tighter; cunt hot and pulsing where he fucks his tongue in and out, slurping down the cream of her arousal. Her whole body goes taut, and then she melts - a marionette with cut strings.
”Ah, fuck - F-Fiyero!” Elphaba wails out his name as her release rips through her. She tugs at his hair; legs clamping around his ears, boxing him in. Fiyero tongues at her pussy until every last twitch and moan has been teased out of her.
Elphaba’s legs slowly unwind from his head. Drop to the floor with a soft thump. Fiyero sits back on his heels; a smug grin painting his face alongside the gossamer strands of her slick that clung to his lips, his chin.
”By Oz, you look a mess,” she hums; dark eyes soft and fond. Fiyero’s face is flushed and glistening with her, his hair is mused, and every breath he takes is ragged. Lungs filled with her.
”And you look beautiful,” he rasps; wiping the sweat from his forehead with his shirtsleeve. He doesn’t wipe his mouth.
Elphaba rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling. He loves making her smile. It’s like the first rays of sun after a lifetime in the dark. She stands and tugs him to his feet. “Let’s move this to the bed, hmm?” she says, slipping her hand in his, already guiding him there.
”Okay.” Fiyero follows without hesitation, just like he’d follow her anywhere and always.