[ fiyero will always feel a flare of pride (among other things) when galinda gives into her body and her whims, when she's fully bamboozled and for a moment caught off guard. everything about her is practiced and perfect, a thing that fiyero knows well and wears like a second skin himself, but to see her miss half a step is a thrill.

so her hips shift and he can feel all the promise of warmth and silk and everything waiting beneath for only a fraction of a second before, as galinda is wont to do, she falls back into time with her own machinations. it's wildly flustering but he lets her go like the ease of a summer wind, laughing softly as she twirls away from his wanting body, his greedy hands.

she is an escape, an outlet, a path to follow and oh he follows, grinning doggishly. ]

Oh? I don't think I've seen the rose gardens at all. I believe my tour guide must have missed it. Ah, I think we got caught up in, oh. What was it called again?

[ he falls into place beside her, offering his arm for her to take and leaning in close to her ear to finish his statement. ]

The book room? Yes. I think that's where we got caught up, indeed.