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The last two months with the twins have been a whirlwind. Fiyero loved being a father, but more than that, he loved seeing Fae as a mother. She fell into the role as if it had been created for her. Her patience and love and passion for these two little babies came more naturally to her than magic itself. It was if she could anticipate their needs before they even got a cry out.
He was standing in the bathroom, getting ready for bed, when out of the corner of his eye, he saw his wife come into the room and sit on the bed with a tired sigh. She had just gotten Melena back to sleep for the night.
Sitting there on the edge the bed, exhausted from the day, but not enough to go to sleep yet, she rubbed her stomach absentmindedly, staring at nothing. She startled slightly when she felt the dip of the bed from her husband climbing in the other side.
"Fae?"
"Hmm?" turning to him
"Are you okay?"
she nodded, "Yes. I'm just a bit tired."
His eyes dropped to her hands where she had been rubbing her belly. When she saw him do this, she pulled her hands down to her sides.
"I should get ready for bed." she said as she moved to stand up, but Fiyero stopped her, grabbing the arm that was nearest to him, holding it to the bed. She looked at his hand wrapped around her wrist and back into his eyes.
"Wait, I..." not sure how to say the words in his heart, he took a breath. "I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to do, so please don't think that is why I am asking."
Confused, "What is it, Yero?"
"The twins are two months old, and Malka said you were healed enough to make love when they were six weeks old." sitting up so he could be closer to her. "again, I am not asking you to have sex right now, if you do not want to. I just want to know why we haven't." She looked down, sensing her pulling away from him, he rubbed his thumb where he was still holding her wrist, "Please, Fae. Don't pull away. Just tell me, did I do something wrong? Is there anything I can do to fix it? I will give you all the time in the world that you need, I just miss touching you and giving you pleasure."
A tear slipped down her cheek and he reached up, catching it with his thumb before it could fall. "You've done nothing wrong, Yero."
"Then please, tell me. Let me help you."
"It's just. My body is different now." looking back into his eyes "I'm ashamed for you to see it like it is."
"I could never not love your body, Beloved."
"Yero..." trailing off and attempting to stand again
"Fae, please. Show me. Let me prove it to you." she shook her head, but when she did, she saw the tears begin to fall from his own eyes. She wiped them away. "I will never force you to do anything you do not want to. But please, just show me."
Reluctantly, she nodded, standing up, she pulled off her housedress, and sat back down on the bed.
"Lay down, Fae, so I may see you properly." she did as he asked. Resting her head on the pillow with her eyes closed.
"Fae," running his fingers lightly from her shoulder to her hip, "your body is different but I see nothing to be ashamed of. Can you explain what it is you feel I would not like?"
"Oh, Yero." Not believing him, she turned to get up
He grabbed her arm to hold her still and climbed on top of her. Not sexually, he wasn't even hard. Well. He wasn't entirely soft either. But in a way to hold her in place. "Elphaba. You are beautiful. Different as you may be from that girl I nearly ran over in the woods so long ago, you are as beautiful as she was." he placed a light kiss on her forehead. "so please. Show me what you mean?"
Sighing, she gestured to her stomach, "Look at me. How the twins stretched and scarred me as they grew in my body." pointing to the lines of lighter green. "and this skin is loose now, and this belly of scar tissue. It pains me that I will never be flat for you again. I will never be as beautiful as you thought I was that first time we made love in the woods." tears were now freely running from her eyes. "I just want to be beautiful for you again. And in the back of my mind, I feel like, if I cannot be beautiful for you like I was, you will find someone else who is."
Capturing her lips in his, grounding her in place. "Elphaba. I feel like I have been very clear to you, that you are and always will be, the only woman for me. And if have to prove that to you, over and over again, even when we are both 80 years old, I will with pleasure." she laughed a sad laugh through her tears. "Do you know what I see when I see your belly?" she shook her head. He moved down to it, placing a kiss on the bump that she found so hideous. "I see the evidence that my amazing wife, somehow, biologically or magically or both, grew my children inside of her body. You actually created LIFE, Fae! I see the evidence that my queen allowed me to plant two children" holding up a hand, "so far" causing her to giggle, "inside of her." climbing back up to her, "I see where you gave me permission to give you the children we both wanted so fiercely and desperately."
Kissing her again, rubbing his slightly harder member on her center, causing her to gasp.
"We don't have to make love today. I will wait for you. But please know, there is nothing I don't desire about your body."
Just then, one of the babies began to cry. They both sighed.
"Melena?" he asked
shaking her head, "Liir. Sounds like a wet diaper."
"I'll take care of him. You get ready for bed."
Reluctantly, he moved himself from her body to go care for his son.
He changed his diaper, and rocked the little boy for a few minutes, ensuring he was sound asleep again before returning him to his crib.
He turned to his daughter's crib, making sure she was still sound asleep, which she was. Satisfied, he returned to their bedroom.
Before he entered, he knew his wife was getting ready for sleep, if she was not already. When he opened the door he saw her lying on the bed, completely naked. He stopped moving, breath hitched.
"Fae?"
"I'm ready, Yero. Will you show me how you love me?"
She had never seen him remove his pants and run so fast. By the time he got to the bed, he jumped, landing between her legs with his mouth on hers. She could barely react before he began bullying her lips with his tongue to be let in. She opened her mouth, feeling and tasting his tongue slide across hers.
Her eyes went wide when she felt his hard cock pressing between her legs. Holding him in place, she spread her legs more, raising her knees so that he would have better access. "Are you sure you're ready, beloved?"
Nodding, cheeks still wet from tears and lips swollen, "Yes, I'm ready."
He stroked her wet folds with his cock a couple of times before he pushed into her. "Ohh.." she gasped as he slowly made entry. When he was fully sheathed inside her, he kissed her deeply and rested his forehead on hers, waiting for her permission to move. She gave it to him, moaning as she rocked her hips into his. She was tighter than he imagined she would be, after pushing two babies from the same channel only months ago. Panting, "Oh, Fae. You feel incredible around me again."
"You feel amazing too, Yero. You feel so good pumping into me."
They moved together, panting between kisses. They explored each other with their hands, reacclimating to each other's touch.
"I'm not going to last long. You know that right? It's been so long since I've been in you, I'm struggling to hold back."
"I'm on the edge too. Please, you can let go. I'll be with you."
She wrapped her legs around his hips, locking her ankles together.
He quickly locked eyes with her following her movement. "In you?"
Nodding, "Yes."
He shook his head, "Isn't it too soon? Are you sure?"
She pulled his face to hers, kissing him, "I'm sure. Please? In me?"
Returning her kiss, he released into her, continuing to move as he coaxed her to climax as well. The feeling of her pulsating around him was enough to milk him of everything he had.
When he was empty, and she was spent, he kissed her one more time, before pulling out. Once he did, he sat on his heels in front of her. Legs still spread, vagina dripping with his semen and her arousal. He couldn't resist. He reached out, touching where he had just been. She let out a breath and twitched at his touch. Tenderly, he moved his finger through the liquid pouring from her, catching some. She watched as he brought the finger to his lips, sucking the taste from it. She moaned, "Me too?" so he did the same. He ran a finger along her slit, and brought his finger to her mouth, which she accepted hungrily. The flavor of the two of them mixed together was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. He smiled at her. He then took his finger, lightly running it across the stretch marks that she hated so much, whispering, "beautiful."
Satisfied, they fell asleep in each other's arms, both silently vowing to never allow so much time to pass before making love again.
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Meanwhile, In the highest tower in the Emerald City
It just didn't make any sense. She didn't know exactly when it started or how it started; but this was not the first anomaly. She didn't even know if it was truly she that was the cause. All she knew was, she was standing inside this tower, the roof was very much intact, and it was unseasonably warm for October; but for some reason, a four foot wide column of snow was falling to the marble floor in front of her.
Standing there perplexed, she heard a faint rattle behind her. Slowly she turned, looking for the source in this poorly lit room. The sound was still there, but she searched and searched and could not find the source. She gave up, deciding she should probably go to bed, and worry about this later.
She stretched her back, flipped her hair, and began to walk to the door. Stopping when she heard the rattle again. She had to find it.
Turning, and looking at everything before her; the slightest movement in time with the sound caught her eye. She zoned in on the item making the sound.
Inside the glass case lined with brass, an oddly shaped book was moving. Just slightly, but enough to be able to determine it was trying to open, "Goodness."
Then; as if it had never happened in the first place, it stopped. Lying there still as if any other inanimate object. She looked back to the middle of the room. The snow had stopped. There was no puddle of melted flakes. It had disappeared too. Maybe she had imagined it as well. But she could not argue with the chill in the air seemingly to originate from that very spot. "How confusifying."
She left the room, returning home for the evening.