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[brainlessly]

[ 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.

[lithes]

[Galinda sashays away, sparkling and fluttering, and Fiyero steps easily into her wake, the two of them pulling focus no matter what, a pair of dancing comets, his magnetism improving hers and vice-versa. It's -- easy, simple, safe, and Galinda knows how to play up the teasing, confident girl she'd been when they'd met. But: something had shifted after the Ozdust, something that had a new light in Fiyero's eyes whenever he looked at her or Elphaba.

She wants to ask about it, wants to see if maybe -- maybe she'd done something good, she'd shown him a part of her that was usually harder to find, she'd been changed, somehow. For the better. But she also wants to slip into the giddy, hazy, heated place Fiyero's touch always sends her to, a place where she knows every step, and he tries to make her forget one. He's so good at it, too, offering his arm like a gentleman, then ducking in to murmur against her ear.

There's a shiver, a huff, one perfectly-manicured hand coming up to swat at Fiyero's chest.] I know what a library is, the word just -- escapafied me for a moment. I was distracted. You were very distracting, you know.