“Strip for me, honey. Slow. I want to savor every inch of you.”
Months ago, Elphaba would have ceased functioning based off of the look he was giving her alone, let alone those words. But she had since come to accept Fiyero’s devotion and adoration for her, and simultaneously forgiven herself over betrayed Glinda as a friend. They were free from the Wizard now; she had no reason to be ashamed anymore.
“Are you sure you can handle the wait?” she purred, one heeled boot lifting to rest on the edge of the trunk at the foot of their bed. Her skirt spilled away to reveal most of her bare leg, clothed only in a slightly run black stocking; holding eye contact, Elphaba rolled it down inch by inch. Then unlaced her boot and set it aside. As she straightened, she ran her fingers up the length of her thigh before peeling away that single stocking too.
She then adjusted to repeat the actions on her other leg. When she looked up from her work, Fiyero was suddenly leaning forward on the bed, upright and ravenous. She smirked and gave a little flick of her fingers, pressing him back down onto the pillows with a gentle press of air.
Magic in the bedroom! How far she had come from being terrified to conjure over a glass of water.