Most of you must be thinking, What in Oz's name is she doing here?

Well, given the fact that I'm a bona fide Holiday enthusiest, this is my gift to my readers. Basically, I'm using different holiday songs for inspiration (not as a basis. These's are not songfics) for a series of one-shots with a holiday themes. There will be 12 of them, one each day until Christmas. Those of you who know me at all will know I'm a Fiyeraba addict, so many of these will feature them, tho I will throw in a few other pairings as well (such as my best friend is a Bessa fanatic and would murder me if I left them completely out) Anyway, I hope you enjoy! and please review! Happy Holidays!

(Also, I only have ten songs to use and a basis and I need twelve. So feel free to make a suggestion and I might just use it. Who knows? :D)

"It's snowing."

Never having heard those words uttered with such distain, Fiyero could do nothing to prevent the laughter that sprang from his lips. He didn't know why or how, but the effort cause him to lose nearly all bodily control. Doubled at the waist, his whole form shook from laughter, well contained, yet very evident. Evident enough, the when he finally regained enough control to right himself, he was met with the penetrating glare of his companion. Elphaba's tone matched the icicles that hung from the frosted windows. "I glad you find this so amusing."

Still clutching his stomach, Fiyero let the last of the laughter leave him before giving his apology. "I'm sorry, Elphaba. I don't know why I was laughing so hard. I suppose I've never heard someone state their displeasure for snow so…." he paused, "verbally."

"Verbally?" Her brow arched high on her forehead. "Really, that's the best you can come up with?"

"Hey, now." he chided. "Not all of us passed our exams with high honors this semester like some people. He nudged her shoulder playfully, his heart warming as she produced a small, shy smile at his actions. "Most of us were just glad to pass, period."

"You did well," she replied as they walked. "There's nothing to be ashamed of."

The Prince shrugged and plunged his hand into the pockets of his coat. "Yeah, well, I had good motivation."

"Right," she said dryly. "Because leaving behind a warm climate with no snow is exactly how one wishes to spend the holidays."

"You don't know my family." Fiyero muttered. "Any day I can get away from that madness is a holiday for me. Besides," he added, "it was really kind of Galinda to invite us for Lurlinemas."

"True," she conceded. "I only wish she lived somewhere a little less…" Sweeping her gaze over the snow-covered countryside, she concluded, "white."

The Prince shrugged. "The Gillikin in known for it's annual snowfall. Besides the Emerald City, it's the only place in Oz that even sees snow at all."

She snorted. "They can keep it, if you ask me. It may be pretty, but that hardly outweighs that fact that its cold, wet, and annoyingly fluffy."

He stopped and turned to her. "Did you just say 'fluffy'?"

"So?"

He shrugged. "I just never expected to hear a word like that come out of your mouth, that's all."

The glance she sent him was strange, but she let his comment drop and simply began walking again. Fiyero caught up with her a few moments later, perfectly content to jump right back into conversation. "Be that as it may, Elphaba, you have to admit there is a certain air about it. I've always thought of snow as a bit romantic."

Rolling her eyes, it was Elphaba's turn to chuckle. "You would."

"I'm serious." Coming to stand in front her, the prince held her gaze as he explained. "Take a look around, Elphaba. Tell me what you see is not beautiful"

Reluctantly, she forced her eyes to leave his and examined her surrounding a final time. The forest rose high above the small clearing in which they were now standing and all was covered in a blanket of snow. The pine needles of the trees held a thin coat of white, bits of green still prominent to they eye. The ground of was completely covered, the soft crunch of the snow had echoed under their boots as they had walked. Even the footprints they had made were now being filled by the light snowfall that had assaulted them during their journey. Finally, she brought her gaze back to the man in front of her. Small flakes of snow fall within her field of view, adding an almost….romantic (blast him!) ambiance to the moment. He smiled slightly, causing his blue eyes to crinkle slightly, she noticed, in the most adorable way.

"So…" His voice snapped her back to reality, "What's the verdict?"

She took a moment before answering, "As much as it pains me to admit it…"

"You mean I'm right?" Letting out a shout of laughter, he spun gleefully. "Are you saying that I, Fiyero Tiggular, am right?" He whooped, then dropped to the ground.

Elphaba stared down at him. "You do realize how childish you're acting right now."

Sighing, he smirked up at her. "I'm sorry. I just really thought I'd never hear those words come out of you're mouth." He patted the ground next to him. "Care to join me."

She shook her head. "Not on your life, Tiggular. I don't care how adorable you are, I'm not stooping to your level."

He smirked again, "You think I'm adorable?"

Elphaba flushed, but quickly recovered with a swift kick to his ribs. "Shut up. We have to get back."

"Aren't you going to help me up?"

Knowing he was enjoying this all too much, she rolled her eyes, but reached out a green hand and pulled him up.

"Thank you!" he exclaimed as he brushed the snow off of his heavy coat. "Oz, that's cold!"

"I could have told you that," she replied dryly, then laughed as she took in his form.

Fiyero's gaze was questioning. "What?"

Shaking her head, she reached up to brush a hand through his hair. "You're covered."

"Oh." Shaking his head vigorously, he combed his own fingers through the light-brown mess. "Better."

She nodded. "A bit wet, but you'll live." They shared a laugh, then Elphaba smiled at him for the first time since they had left the castle. "Thank you," she said quietly, then lifted herself up to place a soft kiss to the skin of his cheek.

Surprised by her actions, Fiyero asked, "What was that for?"

Under a furious blush, she only replied. "For today. I needed it." Spinning away from him, she called, "Come on! Galinda will be looking for us."

He followed for a few steps, then called, "Elphaba!" She turned and watched with a curious expression as he approached her. His last few steps seemed a bit uncertain, but had gone to far to stop now. Before she could even comprehend his actions, his hands were tenderly cradling her face as he let his lips brush gently over her own. It was not a kiss of passion or desire; rather a chaste pressure that left them both wanting more The kiss lasted less than half a heartbeat, but Elphaba felt it to the tips of her toes.

When he pulled away, she could do nothing but stare at him in wonder, her mind unable to process what had just happened. Though it seemed to surprise Fiyero as well, he did a much better job of recovery. Taking her hand, he tucked it into the crook of his elbow, place another light kiss to her cheek and whisper "Happy Lurlinemas, Elphaba."

It was only hours later as she lay in bed that Elphaba allowed herself to admit the reality of it all and return his wish with words she somehow knew he could hear, whispered into the darkness. "Happy Lurlinemas, Fiyero."

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