"I'm putty in your hands," he said truthfully. "I married a child bride and to preseve my power I haven't been unfaithful. Until now. You are not like her," he said. "You don't feel like her, it doesn't feel the same. You're more secret."
"I don't exist." Elphaba said. "so you're still not being unfaithful, either."
"Let's not be unfaithful right now then," he said. "I can't wait," running his hands along her ribs, down the tight plane of her stomach. She always brought his hands to her thin, expressive breasts; she would not be touched below the waist by hands. They moved together, blue diamonds on a green field.
drawn during government, colored with my tablet. c:
elphaba & fiyero (c) gregory mgguire