Elphaba ran a peach-painted hand over Fiyero's face, a small
smile playing at her lips and wonder showing openly in her eyes.
She marveled at his handsome visage, different from his natural
look but still so achingly familiar, relishing in the easy smile
that she knew he wore now because he felt more comfortable in
his "skin," although certainly still stuffed with straw.
"You're beautiful," she murmured, blushing under her make-up as
his smile widened into a remarkably human grin. He lent down to
brush his lips against hers but she pulled away, correcting
herself. "You always were."  He laughed, quirking an eyebrow.
"You do have to admit, though," he winked at her, "this is
pretty amazing."  She didn't argue, he noticed.  A soft cough
sounded from the hallway, as Billy stood in the doorway, looking
slightly anxious.  "You guys might want to see this," the
security guard informed them, looking back in the direction of
his office and glad that the theatre was all but abandoned at
this time of day, and on a Mon