Re: Edge of a rooftop; defying gravity/scaring himself
Maybe it was only because she wasn't talking, but Elphaba was much more agreeable when she was being kissed. Not that agreeableness mattered to Fiyero, but it was an observation he made. Still, she was just as insistent. Whatever nerves she'd communicated through that first squeeze of his hand seemed to have burned off, leaving only curiosity and want in its wake. He moaned, a small breathy sound, as he tipped his head, as he tasted mint, as her hand came up to his jaw.
Then, she breathed. But, it seemed the spell wasn't broken. Or not immediately. Fiyero exhaled hard and hot against her parted lips, trying to catch his breath. When her fingers, green and exploring, pushed into his mouth and over the line of his teeth, he didn't let his surprise trip him up. He looked at her, strands of her dark hair flying free without the hat, and her face so close to his. The tip of his tongue found her fingertips and moved over them, just as he sealed his lips around her knuckles to suck, the simple act of it moving him way beyond dancing and way beyond kissing. If she wanted to, she could shove her fingers in deeper. His teeth resting on her fingers didn't clamp down. He only waited to see what she'd do next.