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Elphaba shifts, trying to get comfy on the bed. Fiyero’s hand cups the curve of her bump just that little bit more protectively, even as he sleeps behind her.
In the six months since they left Oz, everyone else under the belief that Elphaba was dead, they’ve somehow managed to make a home for themselves. It had been easy to live without the grimorie; her magic coming to her naturally if a little clumsily as she worked out her own way of spellcasting. Loving Fiyero had been even easier.
She’d already loved him before and his new body hadn't changed how she felt. She enjoys the light scratches from where his straw brushes her skin, the faint fuzzy texture of his hands and face now made of hessian. He might not have bones like he used to, but Fiyero is still loyal right down to phantom space of them. Loyal to her.
To them.
She covers his hand where it splays over the swell of her stomach, remembering how loved he’d made her feel under the blanket of stars when it had just been them, before the wind had changed and so had the direction of their lives. Her and him becoming more entwined than either of them had ever dreamed about.
She remembers how he’d kissed her like she was the very air that he breathed. The way his hands had cupped her breasts, the hot pulse of her pussy between her legs, before pushing two fingers inside her and stretching her for his cock. Elphaba remembers the slow, deep thrusts of his hips as his cock stroked over her where she was swollen and wet; filling her perfectly again and again until she broke apart around him, and he then spilled his release deep inside her.
They hadn’t realised the consequences of that night until a few months later; the gradual swell of her belly and the ache in her breasts unable to be ignored any longer.
Fiyero had been ecstatic; kissing her so intensely and holding her so tightly, she wondered how she ever thought she’d have been able to stand in the shadows while Glinda married him, when she couldn’t live without him.
”You should be sleeping,” Fiyero murmurs sleepily against her nape; nuzzling her skin making her squirm in delight at the rasping sensation.
”I thought you were,” she smiles in reply.
”Being with you is better than dreaming.”
Elphaba rolls her eyes fondly, but she can’t ignore the sting of tears that threaten to well. Fiyero is so generous and free with his love for her; never having seen the wicked witch of the west, only Elphaba Thropp. The girl he loves.
Fiyero grinds his hips against the crack of her ass, and Elphaba is glad that even though she’s still not really sure what spell she cast that turned him into a man made of straw and sack cloth to save his life, that her magic knew to keep his cock right where she liked it - Between his legs and hard, just for her. It was no longer flesh and blood - just like the rest of him - but it still splits her in two just like she remembers; if leaving her swollen insides a little bit more tender in his wake.
"You've woken up happy to see me, I see," Elphaba hums; rubbing the generous flesh of her buttocks against him just to tease him.
"I'm always happy to see you, my love." Fiyero nips the lobe of her ear; soothing the sting with his tongue a clock tick later. "My cock is happy to see you too."
"Clearly."
Fiyero smudges kisses to the crook of her neck; palm rubbing soothing circles over where her skin is pulled tight over her ever-growing bump.
Their baby decides at that moment that they want to make themselves known; kicking against Fiyero’s palm making him grin in delight against her nape.
"They obviously know daddy's awake," Elphaba says.
"Our smart little sunflower," Fiyero coos; having whispered to her one night a few months ago when he started calling their baby by that term of endearment, that its because they brighten his day, just like Elphaba does. "Hello, little one. You keeping mommy awake, hmm?"
"It is morning, Fiyero."
"Lie ins exist, my love."
She huffs out a laugh, very aware that he'd keep her in bed and in his arms forever if her could. "You just don't want to get out of bed."
"Why would I? When I have everything I coild ever want, right here in my arms."
What can she say to that? Nothing would truly convey how much she loves and adores him, how he's stayed with her when she could've ended up so alone. Elphaba turns in his arms instead and kisses him like they have all the time in the world to do so.
Fiyero tangles their legs together as he kisses her back just as sweetly, just as desperately. Running his hands all over her making her shiver with the need to have him never stop.
They kiss and they kiss and even the excited kicking of the babe in her womb doesn't stop them. Lips so bruised and tender; the scent of arousal blanketing the air around them as they sink into each other. The rest of the world fading away.
Neither of them get out of bed for a good long while.
Which knowing Fiyero, was exactly his plan to begin with.