Seven Days in Sunny June

Rifiuto: Non Miriena

Summary: Elphaba is Fiyero's childhood friend, his best friend- and she's gotten him into some trouble- of the romantic kind. What got him into this mess? He fell in love with her, and told her so. The problem? She doesn't believe him. The challenge? He has seven days in sunny June to convince her that he truly does.

June, 1960

"Fiyero, stop!"

The water rained down on her like a wave, drenching her skin in glistening gems and coating her hair with dew drops. She glared at him, looking like a drowned cat. After several moments, she rushed at him, throwing her arms around him and forcing them into the lake. After several moments, he opened his eyes and stared into hers. Then, he lunged at her, as she swam backwards, trying to get away.

It took several moments, but finally, he managed to corner her at a large boulder. She tried to scurry back, but found herself trapped. As she pressed herself against the rock, she watched him, wide-eyed. The bubbles floated between them, as he moved closer, before wrapping an arm around her waist. She pushed him away, and instead, he took her wrists, finally grabbing her hands and threading his fingers through hers.

He looked at her for several minutes, before moving closer.

"Yero-"

The bubbles tickled her nose as she said his name, and she squirmed. He laughed softly, and she wrinkled her button nose, a small smile appearing on her face. She giggled softly, before pulling away as he moved closer.

"Yero-"

He didn't say anything, just moved closer, as she tried to move farther away.

After a few moments of staring into her chocolate eyes, he moved closer, until they were nose to nose. As she tried to pull her hands away and press herself against boulder, he tilted his head to the side, never breaking eye contact.

They locked eyes for a moment, as the tension between them hung in the air.

Then, he captured her lips in his, in a sweet, tender first kiss.

His eyes closed, and hers widened, as they stayed suspended in the water, kissing. Every so often, he'd break the kiss and capture her lips again, before breaking and looking at her, only to return his lips to hers.

Finally, twenty minutes later, Fiyero and Elphaba broke through the surface of the water like mermaids coming onto the shore. She looked at him, taking a deep breath.

"What was that, Yero?"

He bit his lip, blushing.

"Sorry Fae."

They swam to the shore, getting out and grabbing their towels before drying off. As they stood on the shore, she reached up to smooth her hair away from her face, and took a deep breath. She licked her lips and slowly met his eyes.

"So... does this mean you like me?"

He started.

"What?"

She licked her lips again.

"Do you like me?"

"Um..." He bit his lip, thinking. "Uh..."

"Because you kissed me."

"I..."

She moved closer, until her face was inches from his.

"Do you like me? Yero, do you like me?"

"I..."

"If you kissed me then you must like me."

He blushed, but didn't say anything, just smiled quickly at her.

"And... a... I like you too." She admitted slowly. "I really like you."

Then, she took his hands, threading her fingers through his. The towels dropped to the ground, and she moved closer, forcing him to move back. They moved back until he was pressed against the boulder, but somehow, he was able to slip away, only to trip over his feet and land on his back in the grass. She landed on top of him, their noses touching. After several moments of staring into his eyes, she tilted her head and captured his lips in a kiss. Her eyes closed as his eyes widened, and she broke the kiss for a few moments, only to capture his lips again, repeatedly, like he'd done to her in the lake.

After twenty minutes, they broke the kiss and she sat up, looking down at him, her shoulder-length raven hair hanging over her chest in wet strands. She watched him for several moments, giggling softly, her button nose wrinkling in delight, a smile on her face. She examined his face, laughing inwardly at the surprise on his face, certain that it mirrored her own from the lake.

Then, she leaned down, gently pressed her fingers against his cheek like she'd seen her older sister Nessa do to her boyfriend, and kissed him again, as his hands slowly came up to rest at her waist.