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When Elphaba returned to Kiamo Ko that evening she was informed that the King was still in his office and had tersely asked to not be disturbed.
His meetings must not have gone well. Which meant that he'd be stressed and probably try to work through the night. He had a tendency to neglect himself in the face of his duty.
Well, she was home now and it was her duty to ensure the king had all the support he needed.
But first she needed to change for battle.
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When she slipped open his office door, Fiyero was standing at the chalkboard with his back to her.
Figures and diagrams covered the board, sectioned off by the name of each tribe. The trick was to get all the tribal elders to agree.
It was nearly an impossible task. Fiyero was a great king but he had ideas for change that some thought were too much too fast. His father had done much to resist the Wizard's regulations but he hadn't been able to stop them all.
Now it was Fiyero's job to set things right with Elphaba by his side. And they made a pretty good team if she had anything to say about it.
She let the door shut behind her and flicked the lock. Leaning back against the door, she slid the soft gray fabric wider to show one shoulder and the lace strap.
Fiyero's head cocked to the side, hearing the lock but he didn't turn, adding one final line to whatever he was writing on the board.
Elphaba waited.
Finally he set the chalk down and turned, body going still as he registered the sight of her.
Braids loose and pulled over one shoulder, the other exposed from the confines of her cardigan, black lace flowing over her breasts and down her torso, long bare green legs peaking through to his gaze, feet bare and toes painted purple.
Fiyero leaned heavily on his desk, eyes dark and focused intently on absorbing every detail.
"Come here." His voice came out low and gravelly, leaving no room for argument, not that Elphaba felt particularly like doing so. This was why she'd come after all.
She waited just long enough for Fiyero's hands to fist and cock an eyebrow at her. Then she pushed off the door and sauntered slowly towards him, swaying her hips, letting the other shoulder fall until the soft knit was hooked on her elbows, exposing more of the lace across her chest and torso.
She stopped inches from him, basking in the heat behind his eyes. Fiyero's hand came up and caught her chin, holding her eyes.
"What's our word, sweet?"
"Poppy." Elphaba breathed out.
With that, Fiyero devoured her, pulling her tightly to him, pushing the cardigan off her arms to pool at their feet.
Elphaba's fingers twisted in his hair as she met his onslaught. She wrapped her legs around his waist when he lifted her, setting her down on his desk, paperwork be damned. His hand roamed up from her knee, pushing her hem up to her hip and then dipping between her legs.
Fiyero broke thier kiss, dropping his head to her shoulder. "Fuck, you're not wearing anything else."
"Extra layers seemed counterproductive tonight." Elphaba broke off with a gasp as she felt Fiyero's teeth bite her shoulder. She loved when he went feral for her. It was a side of him only she got to see.
His fingers teased her, drawing moisture up to her clit and tracing light, teasing circles. She shuddered against him.
"Yero please, don't tease me."
Fiyero's only answer was to plunge two fingers inside her, causing her to cry out. His other hand pulled the strap off her shoulder to expose her breast, kissing and biting his way down before enveloping her with his mouth.
He worked her with singular focus, grinding the heel of his hand against her clit as his fingers worked her open.
Elphaba wound higher, her fingers going tight in his hair, broken sounds falling from her lips. Fiyero relased her breast and dragged his mouth to her ear. "Look at you, so responsive for me. I'm nowhere near done and you're already so close. I can feel you tight around my fingers, so eager for something else. Is this enough for you, sweet?"
Elphaba frantically shook her head.
"Words Fae."
"N-no, Yero. I need you to-" her words broke off as he gave a deep grind of the hand inside her.
"Need me to what?"
Elphaba was wound so tightly now she could barely remember her own name. Her hands scrambled to his shoulders, nails digging in, drawing a hiss from Fiyero and he bit her again in payback.
"Fuck! I need you to fuck me!"
Fiyero chuckled darkly. "I thought you'd never ask." He pulled her off the desk and Elphaba's knees almost gave out.
Quickly she found herself with her back pressed to his front as he swept a section of his desk clean and pressed her down.
She hissed as the cool wood pressed to her exposed breast. He grabbed her hands and wrapped her fingers over the far edge. "Hold on for me." Elphaba tightened her grip as she heard him undoing the buckle of his belt. Then she she felt the tip of him dragging through her folds, soaking him before he plunged forward, entering her in one motion.
She cried out as she stretched around him, aching in the best way. He held very still for one heartbeat, two, watching her reaction. Elphaba nodded and he began to move.
Pulling back before surging forward, Fiyero set a grueling pace. He used her hips as leverage, angling her up to go deeper, adding a grinding motion every time he was buried to the hilt.
Elphaba met him as best she could, but he had her right where he wanted her. The drag of his cock against the front of her walls sent licks of pleasure through her, winding her higher.
Suddenly, Fiyero's hand was in her hair, dragging her up to plaster against his chest and set his hand against her throat, the weight of it a promise and a reminder.
His other hand snaked down back to her clit, resuming the circles. Elphaba arched against him. "Look at you, being so good for me. Letting me worship and use you. Come for me, Fae. Let go."
Elphaba's hands came to rest on his arms, gripping him to anchor herself in the waves of sensation. When she felt his teeth on her shoulder again, that was it. Her world shattered.
Fiyero fucked her through it, following her over the edge and bracing them both against the edge of his desk as they came down.
Elphaba felt him pull out of her and reach down for her cardigan. He sat in his desk chair and pulled her onto his lap, drapping the cardigan over them both.
She curled around him, drawing her legs up to drape over the arm of the chair and fixing the strap of her top back onto her shoulder. One of his hands gripped her hip, the other traced softly up and down her arm. She laid her head on his shoulder and traced his open collar with her fingers.
Fiyero pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Are you alright?"
"Wonderful."
"I wasn't too rough?"
Elphaba smiled, "You were perfect Yero."
He sighed heavily and she felt him relax further into his chair, head tipped back.
They sat in silence for several minutes before Elphaba shifted. "I assume you missed dinner."
Fiyero opened one eye and looked at her. "The last thing I'm thinking about right now is food."
"But," she said in a sing song voice, "if you eat something, you'll have more energy for round 2."
"Round 2 huh? My wife is insatiable."
"Are you complaining husband?"
Fiyero pinched her on the butt. "Fae if I ever complain about sex, you'll know I've gone completely senile."
Elphaba laughed, stretched, and stood. "Let's go down to the kitchens and see what we can find." She pulled on her cardigan and tugged Fiyero's hand until he was standing. He straightened his clothes before pulling her back to him.
"Thank you." He rested his forehead against hers.
"Well you know, I'm only thinking of my duty to my country."
Fiyero chuckled and interlaced thier fingers, pulling her out of his office and towards the kitchens.