Gelphie // Fic // Strawberries 15/?
Title: Strawberries (15/?)
Pairing: Elphaba/Glinda (crossover Bookverse/Musicalverse)
Rating: R... heavy R, oh fuck it, it's officially very very naughty NC-17.
Author: bohemespirit elekanahmen
Disclaimer: These characters are property of Gregory Maguire, Winnie Holzman, Stephen Schwartz (as i'm beginning to steal his lyrics), and all others involved in the book and musical production of Wicked
Notes: Elphaba rediscovers a little old magic, Glinda lives a waking dream.
Warnings: Angst, Voyeurism
Dedications: friendhamster for being bold and asking Cheno if she's bi, for being my darling love, for being everything good and sweet. Cheno for kissing Sara on the cheek and giving us all hope that maybe she is bi. glisse for being rad and helping me sort out my ideas for this chapter. raining_cloud for consoling me after the first version of this got itself very much deleted (to which i say piss shit wank motherfuck ass sod bugger dammit.) mad_dancer for liking my 'unconventional' sex with gelphie. But mostly to friendhamster for that creepy soul mate thing we're working.
When I was a child in Rush Margins in Wend Hardings, a Quadling man named Turtle Heart came into our lives unexpectedly. He was a glassblower by profession and a charmer by reputation. He had deep red skin and spoke a soft, broken form of the common language of Oz. He won the hearts of mother, father, and even myself. I was not two years old when he arrived at our front gate, barely walking and yet to discover my first word, "horrors". He came in for a bit of water and a bite to eat, and didn't leave our family until he died many years later. That first day he blew a large, oval shaped looking glass of swirled blue and green pigment, smooth and shiny enough to show a perfect reflection of not only she who looked into it, but a crisp, silent image of the past, present, and soon to come. Mother told me stories when I was a bit older about how Turtle Heart would hang the looking glass in front of my harness and I would stare into it peacefully for hours on end. Turtle Heart was the first of two people who could ever tame me. The other was Glinda. I should have drawn the tragic parallel between the two of them, and Doctor Dillamond, a long time ago. The people I love are the ones I lose. When I moved into the run down, one bedroom apartment on the southwest side of the Emerald City (in one of those slums the Wizard constantly denied existed), I hung the looking glass beside my bed so that I could look at it and let it calm me down. The apartment was shitty and small, the only bright spot was Malky, the kitten I found living in the vestibule that I took in, hoping to discover she was a Cat with speaking abilities, after I realized she wasn't, I kept her anyway. I used a pink and green blanket Glinda had bought me as a seperating curtain to provide a sort of wall between my sleeping area and the kitchen/bathroom/sitting area.
It was a rainy day when I rediscovered the power of Turtle Heart's looking glass, and the rattling windows of the kitchen were letting drops and splashes of water in, so I curled up on my bed with Malky, fully intending to read my new Manual for the resistence movement I'd taken a part in. It had been six months since I'd left Glinda outside of the train station in Northern Emerald City. She was now a matter of months away from graduation and Nessa was starting her year as a sophister. I sighed, shaking the thoughts from my head as I lay back down, running my fingertips through the fuzz between Malky's pointy coal grey ears. My hand brushed the looking glass as I turned the page and I looked up. Glinda appeared on the surface of the looking glass and I closed the book. She was holding her skirt as she ran up a wide, spiral staircase. I recognized the stairs as the ones leading to Madame Morrible's office, she must have been called in for a meeting. My hand dropped from Malky's ears, to which he protested with a loud mewl, and I touched the looking glass. Sure enough it was my Glinda running into Morrible's office, curtsying with a flourish before sitting down in the plush leather seat across from the haggard woman's desk. She seemed to be apologizing quite frantically, as she appeared to be running late. Morrible didn't look happy about it. She had her hands fisted together, index fingers steepled, as her face contorted with yells. Glinda winced, shaking her head innocently, I could make out the word "no" or was it... "know"... Morrible slammed her fist on the desk, standing up, pointing the other hand accusingly at her. She was yelling about me. Glinda had shrunk back into the seat, shaking her head. Stop it, you bitch, you're scaring her! I thought to myself, swatting at Morrible's form on the glass. The glass did not move but Morrible flinched as if hit. She looked around her, her eyes locking mine unkowingly. She glared back at Glinda and yelled something, pointing at the door. Glinda stood up meekly, fear written all over her face. I placed the pillow over the looking glass. I couldn't watch this without knowing if what was going on was really happening, so I left for Shiz agian. I had to make sure Glinda was alright.
I ran up the stairs to the top of the building, broom in hand, and took off to the north, going to Shiz University for the first time in half a year.
I pulled my shawl tightly around myself as I descended on Crage Hall in the cover of darkness, having left the rain behind me it was still windy. I steadily lowered myself to the small balcony of the room I used to share with Glinda and Nessarose. When I peered in, I was surprised to see it looked much the same as when I'd left. Glinda's sheets had been replaced with yellow ones, no longer the light pink we cuddled under. My side of the room was as I left it, minus a few things, and Glinda was curled up on my old bed, clutching the old patchwork pillow to her chest, sobbing. No... don't cry, Glinda... don't let that horrid bitch tell you who to be... I touched the pane of the window gently, watching her cry. My own bottom lip trembled, tears at bay in my eyes. If I hadn't left she wouldn't be going through this, at least not alone. When I touched the window again, my nails tapped at the glass and Glinda flinched, sitting up. I barely had enough time as she sat up to remount my broom and fly above the window.
Glinda threw the window open, rushing out onto the balcony. She looked down and side to side, but leave it to her to avoid the obvious, she did not look up. I sat steadily on the hovering broom, watching the wind move her blonde curls slowly around her shoulders. "Elphie? Oh... I could have sworn it was you out here... I guess I'm just seeing things again. Oh, Elphie, I miss you so much. Damn that stupid wizard for making you leave me. Damn them all!" She sobbed, pausing to compose herself, "Look at me, embarassed at shadows, talking to nothing..." She gazed out at the half-moon, sniffling quite pathetically. I wanted to swoop down and take her in my arms but by some amazing grace of will, held myself back. "You were right, though. I wouldn't bring you back here for anything. Madame Morrible... Morrible the Horrible brings me into that awful dungeon chamber of hers once a month to interrogate me about where you are. She doesn't understand that I don't know. That if I knew I'd be there in a heartbeat. You're probably lonely, Oz knows you probably live in a shithole that needs my help." She couldnt help but laugh to herself at that, "She told me," her breath hitched with a half sob, "that if I don't straighten out and be a 'good citizen of oz' that... she'd see to it that I am removed from Shiz and no Upland ever attend as long as she's the headmistress. I can't do that to my family... I... I don't know what to do, Elphie... give me a sign."
"You're talking to yourself again," came a cold voice from inside. Nessa, I didn't know you could sound so much like father.
"I... I know, Nessa," Glinda said softly.
"She's not going to answer you. She's a traitor. She deserted you, she deserted nanny, and she deserted me. Get that through your head, Glinda, if you can. She doesn't care about us, she only cares about her stupid science and stupid Animals. She abandoned us and she's not coming back." Nessa wheeled out onto the balcony and I hardly recognized her. She was thinner and had her hair pulled into a tight bun, she looked cross, as if it were stitched into her face and she couldnt look anything but dour if she tried. Kinda like Morrible. "Give up, Glinda. She's a freak and she's gone. And if I so much as see her again, I'll spit in her face."
Glinda turned around, eyes wide and a bit angry, "Don't you say that, Nessarose! She's your sister and I love her."
"Get over it, Glinda. She's gone. She's not coming back." Yes, I am, Nessa. Look up. Just look up. "She left us all," Nessa snapped, bitter. She wheeled back into the room, leaving Glinda to stare incredulously after her.
She turned back to the moon, pulling her light purple sweater tighter as the wind whipped around her, a light drizzle starting to fall as my tears did, "Well, Elphaba?" She asked the air softly, "Is that my sign? Should I give up? You wouldn't give up... I can't give up." She turned and talked back into the room, closing the window doors behind her.
I let out a long, shuddering sigh as the rain fell harder, "I could never give you up, Glinda."
Years passed after that incident, she started dating a round man of noble blood named Chuffrey, for his money and reputation, I'm sure. I watched them, they were quite standoffish, keeping a demure distance in public, sleeping on opposite sides of the bed at night. I developed quite a taste for watching Glinda from the window of Sir Chuffrey's flat at night. She'd stay up long after the Dragon struck two in the morning, reading romance novels. Once a week I kept my vigil at her window, watching until she entered a restless sleep. She kept up the image of a beautiful debutante, ball gowns every night for this social gathering or that, using her magic to entertain the crowds and her artificial title from Morrible to keep up appearances.
She was sullen when no one was looking, always looking closer at people who passed her in a crowd, jumping at every fleck of green she saw. It killed me to see her like that. I began stopping in the chapel of St. Galinda before my weekly pilgramage to their posh neighborhood, using the uneasy silence to clear my mind and my body of its temptation to take her away. It was there that I ran into someone rather unexpected. Or ran from him, as it was. I was sitting alone, trying to clear my mind when the doors to the chapel opened heavily. I turned to look and when I saw the familiar flash of blue skin with a slight sparkle to it, I stood and hurried out. Fiyero called my name after me, but I jumped on my broom, taking off high. He ran out of the chapel, staring after me. "Elphaba!" He yelled after me, "Elphaba, its me! Fiyero... dammit," he cursed, going back into the chapel.
As the sun set, I made my way north and east, weaving between chimneys and radio antennae, swooping around and down. When I arrived at the familiar window, my heart lept in my chest when I saw it was open. Oh, Oz, what I wouldn't give to be religious like Nessa and pray for strong will. Because this was one helluva temptation to resist. Glinda was reading again, her eyes tired, her hair down and straightened, in a frilly pink night dress. I watched her silently for what felt like hours until I was sure Chuffrey was asleep, then I couldn't resist any longer. I stepped into the room through the large window. "Glinda..." I whispered softly, so as not to wake the man in the bed beside her.
She looked up, alarmed, "Elphie? Is... is that really you?" Chuffrey groaned and rolled away from her.
"If I told you this was just a dream?"
"It would be the best dream I've had in years." She folded the book closed, tucking a bookmark in the center of it. A romance novel, of course. She stood, revealing just how short that frilly pink night dress was. "But even if this is a dream, I'll pretend it's real." She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close in a tight embrace.
I pulled her even closer, tipping her chin back so that I could kiss her gently. She held her hand to my lips and shook her head. I pulled away from her hand, confused, "What is it?"
"Not in here... Chuffrey has been waking up for midnight snacks a lot lately," she giggled, taking my hand, "let's take this to more familiar territory for us. The bathroom?"
I laughed softly to myself, making a note in my head that the last time I laughed was when I was with her, "The bathroom... those were the good old days. Reminds me of the day Boq and I had words."
"You had words, he had the door. In his face."
"How is ole Bic?"
Glinda closed the bathroom door behind us, motioning for me to sit in the plush seat in front of her vanity, "He's doing well. He's settled down with Pfannee. She's of munchkin blood, too. They have... one child, I believe. They live just outside of Wend Hardings... he still visits Nessa, too. Did you know they dated briefly? He was the only boy that didn't have to lean down to kiss her in that chair."
I laughed softly, trying to first imagine Pfannee settling for anything less than a buff Gillikinese boy with blonde hair and blue eyes, then imagining Boq kissing Nessarose. I smiled, holding her close in my lap. "I missed this, most of all. Holding you, smelling your shampoo..."
"I missed it too... you know, I always think I see you but... when I turn and look, you're gone..."
"It's dangerous for you to be seen with me, Glinda. I'll always be just an apparition and a dream to you, it's the way it has to be." I pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear, looking into her eyes.
"As long as you're here... I'll take a ghost and a dream." She pressed her lips against mine, the sweet almost unfamiliar crush of our breasts filling me with desire.
"We shouldn't do this," I murmured softly, my tongue darting out to lick her lips softly, "you're married. I'm a wanted woman, on the run..."
"You're here now, I'm not losing this chance." She took my hat off, tossing it aside on the cold tile floor, reaching around my neck to unbutton my dress. I slowly worked off the thin pink night dress, letting it fall to the floor as mine did. "Miss Elphaba, you are not wearing underwear." She chastised playfully.
"Underwear is a luxury for the rich." I said, half joking. She laughed softly, pulling me closer, kissing me hungrily, longingly, her skin hot and soft all at once against mine. I caught a glimpse in the mirror and moaned softly, the sight of our bodies moving together again almost too much for me. I ran a hand through her hair, pulling back to look in her eyes. "You were right... those years ago... pink does go great with green."
She laughed again, running a hand over my breast. "In my mind," she whispered, "they're the only colors that go together." She kissed me again, her mouth devouring mine, causing me to moan out loud into her mouth. This was a hunger I'd never felt from her. I should repress her more often, I noted to myself. She pushed me back against her vanity, knocking over a few bottles and makeup containers as we writhed against it. I shivered at the idea of being caught, but rather than stop, I lifted her hips, turning so she was sitting on the top of the vanity where the bottles and compacts had fallen. I lowered myself to my knees, kissing the insides of her thighs feverishly. With each kiss I planted closer to her heat, she drew me even closer by closing her legs around my neck and shoulders. Gone was the tender, curious, almost hesitant movements of our first lovemaking, replaced now by the heated, hungry, passionate sex ignited by five years of seperation. I raked my tongue hungrily along the wet folds of her skin, working it between those folds to her very essence. I slowly slid my tongue into her, tasting what I'd forgotten in the years since I'd left Shiz. I worked my tongue in and out, occasionally leaving it to nibble her clit, eliciting soft moans, stifled only by the hand that wasn't buried in my hair, urging me on. I continued my oral assault, occasionally adding a finger or two, causing her to yelp and moan, growling softly at times. When she climaxed, her sweetness flowed over my tongue, and I swear it tasted like strawberries. I looked up as I lapped up her juices, her face the perfect image of bliss, her hair sticking to her neck and shoulders with the sweat of sex and humidity, regaining some of the curl she'd delicately pressed out earlier that night. I stood slowly so as not to move her, cupping her chin as I leaned in for a kiss. She stood, wrapping her arms around my neck, kissing me slowly. She kissed her way along my jaw to my ear, sucking on the lobe gently, "That was the hottest thing... I've ever felt, Elphaba. I love you."
"I love you too, Glinda," I whispered softly, holding her close, tears running down my cheeks, from joy or the innevitable sadness that I would have to depart and watch her climb back into bed with that lump of a man, Chuffrey. She giggled naughtily, pulling away, kneeling at the foot of her vanity, pulling open a door and digging around. She came back out with a long, thin, silver... thing. "Glinda, please tell me that's not what I think it is..."
"Oh, Elphie, a girl has to get some, somehow, and lets just say, Mr. Hold-On-Let-Me-Find-It ain't who I'm getting it from. Now sit back and let the fun begin." I let Glinda push me down into the fluffy chair that matched her vanity. She kneeled in front of me, sliding it in slowly, with no playful pretenses. She bit her lip, concentrating as she flicked a switch on it, making it start trembling inside of me.
I gasped, grasping at the chair. "What kind of... ohhh... fuck... tiktok invention is this? Shiiiiiiiit."
"This particulary one is called the pocket earthquake. It's sublime isn't it?" She giggled, moving it slowly in and out.
I moaned loudly, clamping a hand over my mouth as she began to flick, nibble and suck at my clit. "Fuck, Glinda.a.aaaaaah!" She straddled my thighs, one hand staying between us to move the tiny machine, her mouth covering mine in a hungry kiss as her free hand roamed across my breasts, rolling the firm nipples between her fingers. In minutes I was crying out into her mouth, exploding from the inside, soaking her hand, the silver pocketthing, and the chair. I collapsed back, breathing heavily, my breasts heaving with every breath. Glinda lowered herself slowly, her tongue darting out to clean the mess she'd caused. "I need to get one of those!" I whispered, softly. We curled up together on the floor, breathless and sweating, kissing every few seconds, our lips never more than a whisper away from each other.
Glinda ran a slow hand through my almost waist long, raven hair, staring into my eyes, "As much as I missed you.. I'm glad you left. You were right, Morrible was furious... and now look at what's happening in Quadling Country... enslaving the poor people to mine for rubies... The wizard is a horrible selfish man."
I shook my head, "It's inevitable. That's why even if I could take you away to be with me I wouldn't. You're safe here with that... thing out there. You're not safe with me."
"You're a part of it, aren't you? The rebellion movement?"
I nodded, lickign my lips. "Someone has to get those Animals out of the squalor they're living in... someone has to show the Wizard that the people of Oz will not take this sitting down."
"I know. I love you so much... promise me you won't get hurt."
"I promise," I whispered as I kissed her forehead.
"You should get going... if Chuffrey hasn't awoken yet he will soon... can I see you again?" Her blue eyes were sad, tears welling in the corners.
I shook my head, "I don't know... If anyone were to find out--"
"They'll never know. Just tell me where I can find you." I told her where my apartment was, laughing softly when she wrinkled her nose. "That's no place for you, Elphie..."
"I get by."
"I'll come and see you soon..."
We dressed silently, not wanting to give into the fact that I was about to fly out of her life again, even though it wouldn't be five years this time. She helped me button my dress, out of habit, and I pulled my hat on tightly. I picked up the broomstick and cupped her chin again, bringing her lips to mine for one more gentle kiss. "I love you," I whispered softly.
"I love you too," she said as I mounted my broom and flew out of the open bathroom window, weaving my way back as she watched me go, knowing that if we never saw each other again, at least we had that night.
Pairing: Elphaba/Glinda (crossover Bookverse/Musicalverse)
Rating: R... heavy R, oh fuck it, it's officially very very naughty NC-17.
Author: bohemespirit elekanahmen
Disclaimer: These characters are property of Gregory Maguire, Winnie Holzman, Stephen Schwartz (as i'm beginning to steal his lyrics), and all others involved in the book and musical production of Wicked
Notes: Elphaba rediscovers a little old magic, Glinda lives a waking dream.
Warnings: Angst, Voyeurism
Dedications: friendhamster for being bold and asking Cheno if she's bi, for being my darling love, for being everything good and sweet. Cheno for kissing Sara on the cheek and giving us all hope that maybe she is bi. glisse for being rad and helping me sort out my ideas for this chapter. raining_cloud for consoling me after the first version of this got itself very much deleted (to which i say piss shit wank motherfuck ass sod bugger dammit.) mad_dancer for liking my 'unconventional' sex with gelphie. But mostly to friendhamster for that creepy soul mate thing we're working.
When I was a child in Rush Margins in Wend Hardings, a Quadling man named Turtle Heart came into our lives unexpectedly. He was a glassblower by profession and a charmer by reputation. He had deep red skin and spoke a soft, broken form of the common language of Oz. He won the hearts of mother, father, and even myself. I was not two years old when he arrived at our front gate, barely walking and yet to discover my first word, "horrors". He came in for a bit of water and a bite to eat, and didn't leave our family until he died many years later. That first day he blew a large, oval shaped looking glass of swirled blue and green pigment, smooth and shiny enough to show a perfect reflection of not only she who looked into it, but a crisp, silent image of the past, present, and soon to come. Mother told me stories when I was a bit older about how Turtle Heart would hang the looking glass in front of my harness and I would stare into it peacefully for hours on end. Turtle Heart was the first of two people who could ever tame me. The other was Glinda. I should have drawn the tragic parallel between the two of them, and Doctor Dillamond, a long time ago. The people I love are the ones I lose. When I moved into the run down, one bedroom apartment on the southwest side of the Emerald City (in one of those slums the Wizard constantly denied existed), I hung the looking glass beside my bed so that I could look at it and let it calm me down. The apartment was shitty and small, the only bright spot was Malky, the kitten I found living in the vestibule that I took in, hoping to discover she was a Cat with speaking abilities, after I realized she wasn't, I kept her anyway. I used a pink and green blanket Glinda had bought me as a seperating curtain to provide a sort of wall between my sleeping area and the kitchen/bathroom/sitting area.
It was a rainy day when I rediscovered the power of Turtle Heart's looking glass, and the rattling windows of the kitchen were letting drops and splashes of water in, so I curled up on my bed with Malky, fully intending to read my new Manual for the resistence movement I'd taken a part in. It had been six months since I'd left Glinda outside of the train station in Northern Emerald City. She was now a matter of months away from graduation and Nessa was starting her year as a sophister. I sighed, shaking the thoughts from my head as I lay back down, running my fingertips through the fuzz between Malky's pointy coal grey ears. My hand brushed the looking glass as I turned the page and I looked up. Glinda appeared on the surface of the looking glass and I closed the book. She was holding her skirt as she ran up a wide, spiral staircase. I recognized the stairs as the ones leading to Madame Morrible's office, she must have been called in for a meeting. My hand dropped from Malky's ears, to which he protested with a loud mewl, and I touched the looking glass. Sure enough it was my Glinda running into Morrible's office, curtsying with a flourish before sitting down in the plush leather seat across from the haggard woman's desk. She seemed to be apologizing quite frantically, as she appeared to be running late. Morrible didn't look happy about it. She had her hands fisted together, index fingers steepled, as her face contorted with yells. Glinda winced, shaking her head innocently, I could make out the word "no" or was it... "know"... Morrible slammed her fist on the desk, standing up, pointing the other hand accusingly at her. She was yelling about me. Glinda had shrunk back into the seat, shaking her head. Stop it, you bitch, you're scaring her! I thought to myself, swatting at Morrible's form on the glass. The glass did not move but Morrible flinched as if hit. She looked around her, her eyes locking mine unkowingly. She glared back at Glinda and yelled something, pointing at the door. Glinda stood up meekly, fear written all over her face. I placed the pillow over the looking glass. I couldn't watch this without knowing if what was going on was really happening, so I left for Shiz agian. I had to make sure Glinda was alright.
I ran up the stairs to the top of the building, broom in hand, and took off to the north, going to Shiz University for the first time in half a year.
I pulled my shawl tightly around myself as I descended on Crage Hall in the cover of darkness, having left the rain behind me it was still windy. I steadily lowered myself to the small balcony of the room I used to share with Glinda and Nessarose. When I peered in, I was surprised to see it looked much the same as when I'd left. Glinda's sheets had been replaced with yellow ones, no longer the light pink we cuddled under. My side of the room was as I left it, minus a few things, and Glinda was curled up on my old bed, clutching the old patchwork pillow to her chest, sobbing. No... don't cry, Glinda... don't let that horrid bitch tell you who to be... I touched the pane of the window gently, watching her cry. My own bottom lip trembled, tears at bay in my eyes. If I hadn't left she wouldn't be going through this, at least not alone. When I touched the window again, my nails tapped at the glass and Glinda flinched, sitting up. I barely had enough time as she sat up to remount my broom and fly above the window.
Glinda threw the window open, rushing out onto the balcony. She looked down and side to side, but leave it to her to avoid the obvious, she did not look up. I sat steadily on the hovering broom, watching the wind move her blonde curls slowly around her shoulders. "Elphie? Oh... I could have sworn it was you out here... I guess I'm just seeing things again. Oh, Elphie, I miss you so much. Damn that stupid wizard for making you leave me. Damn them all!" She sobbed, pausing to compose herself, "Look at me, embarassed at shadows, talking to nothing..." She gazed out at the half-moon, sniffling quite pathetically. I wanted to swoop down and take her in my arms but by some amazing grace of will, held myself back. "You were right, though. I wouldn't bring you back here for anything. Madame Morrible... Morrible the Horrible brings me into that awful dungeon chamber of hers once a month to interrogate me about where you are. She doesn't understand that I don't know. That if I knew I'd be there in a heartbeat. You're probably lonely, Oz knows you probably live in a shithole that needs my help." She couldnt help but laugh to herself at that, "She told me," her breath hitched with a half sob, "that if I don't straighten out and be a 'good citizen of oz' that... she'd see to it that I am removed from Shiz and no Upland ever attend as long as she's the headmistress. I can't do that to my family... I... I don't know what to do, Elphie... give me a sign."
"You're talking to yourself again," came a cold voice from inside. Nessa, I didn't know you could sound so much like father.
"I... I know, Nessa," Glinda said softly.
"She's not going to answer you. She's a traitor. She deserted you, she deserted nanny, and she deserted me. Get that through your head, Glinda, if you can. She doesn't care about us, she only cares about her stupid science and stupid Animals. She abandoned us and she's not coming back." Nessa wheeled out onto the balcony and I hardly recognized her. She was thinner and had her hair pulled into a tight bun, she looked cross, as if it were stitched into her face and she couldnt look anything but dour if she tried. Kinda like Morrible. "Give up, Glinda. She's a freak and she's gone. And if I so much as see her again, I'll spit in her face."
Glinda turned around, eyes wide and a bit angry, "Don't you say that, Nessarose! She's your sister and I love her."
"Get over it, Glinda. She's gone. She's not coming back." Yes, I am, Nessa. Look up. Just look up. "She left us all," Nessa snapped, bitter. She wheeled back into the room, leaving Glinda to stare incredulously after her.
She turned back to the moon, pulling her light purple sweater tighter as the wind whipped around her, a light drizzle starting to fall as my tears did, "Well, Elphaba?" She asked the air softly, "Is that my sign? Should I give up? You wouldn't give up... I can't give up." She turned and talked back into the room, closing the window doors behind her.
I let out a long, shuddering sigh as the rain fell harder, "I could never give you up, Glinda."
Years passed after that incident, she started dating a round man of noble blood named Chuffrey, for his money and reputation, I'm sure. I watched them, they were quite standoffish, keeping a demure distance in public, sleeping on opposite sides of the bed at night. I developed quite a taste for watching Glinda from the window of Sir Chuffrey's flat at night. She'd stay up long after the Dragon struck two in the morning, reading romance novels. Once a week I kept my vigil at her window, watching until she entered a restless sleep. She kept up the image of a beautiful debutante, ball gowns every night for this social gathering or that, using her magic to entertain the crowds and her artificial title from Morrible to keep up appearances.
She was sullen when no one was looking, always looking closer at people who passed her in a crowd, jumping at every fleck of green she saw. It killed me to see her like that. I began stopping in the chapel of St. Galinda before my weekly pilgramage to their posh neighborhood, using the uneasy silence to clear my mind and my body of its temptation to take her away. It was there that I ran into someone rather unexpected. Or ran from him, as it was. I was sitting alone, trying to clear my mind when the doors to the chapel opened heavily. I turned to look and when I saw the familiar flash of blue skin with a slight sparkle to it, I stood and hurried out. Fiyero called my name after me, but I jumped on my broom, taking off high. He ran out of the chapel, staring after me. "Elphaba!" He yelled after me, "Elphaba, its me! Fiyero... dammit," he cursed, going back into the chapel.
As the sun set, I made my way north and east, weaving between chimneys and radio antennae, swooping around and down. When I arrived at the familiar window, my heart lept in my chest when I saw it was open. Oh, Oz, what I wouldn't give to be religious like Nessa and pray for strong will. Because this was one helluva temptation to resist. Glinda was reading again, her eyes tired, her hair down and straightened, in a frilly pink night dress. I watched her silently for what felt like hours until I was sure Chuffrey was asleep, then I couldn't resist any longer. I stepped into the room through the large window. "Glinda..." I whispered softly, so as not to wake the man in the bed beside her.
She looked up, alarmed, "Elphie? Is... is that really you?" Chuffrey groaned and rolled away from her.
"If I told you this was just a dream?"
"It would be the best dream I've had in years." She folded the book closed, tucking a bookmark in the center of it. A romance novel, of course. She stood, revealing just how short that frilly pink night dress was. "But even if this is a dream, I'll pretend it's real." She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close in a tight embrace.
I pulled her even closer, tipping her chin back so that I could kiss her gently. She held her hand to my lips and shook her head. I pulled away from her hand, confused, "What is it?"
"Not in here... Chuffrey has been waking up for midnight snacks a lot lately," she giggled, taking my hand, "let's take this to more familiar territory for us. The bathroom?"
I laughed softly to myself, making a note in my head that the last time I laughed was when I was with her, "The bathroom... those were the good old days. Reminds me of the day Boq and I had words."
"You had words, he had the door. In his face."
"How is ole Bic?"
Glinda closed the bathroom door behind us, motioning for me to sit in the plush seat in front of her vanity, "He's doing well. He's settled down with Pfannee. She's of munchkin blood, too. They have... one child, I believe. They live just outside of Wend Hardings... he still visits Nessa, too. Did you know they dated briefly? He was the only boy that didn't have to lean down to kiss her in that chair."
I laughed softly, trying to first imagine Pfannee settling for anything less than a buff Gillikinese boy with blonde hair and blue eyes, then imagining Boq kissing Nessarose. I smiled, holding her close in my lap. "I missed this, most of all. Holding you, smelling your shampoo..."
"I missed it too... you know, I always think I see you but... when I turn and look, you're gone..."
"It's dangerous for you to be seen with me, Glinda. I'll always be just an apparition and a dream to you, it's the way it has to be." I pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear, looking into her eyes.
"As long as you're here... I'll take a ghost and a dream." She pressed her lips against mine, the sweet almost unfamiliar crush of our breasts filling me with desire.
"We shouldn't do this," I murmured softly, my tongue darting out to lick her lips softly, "you're married. I'm a wanted woman, on the run..."
"You're here now, I'm not losing this chance." She took my hat off, tossing it aside on the cold tile floor, reaching around my neck to unbutton my dress. I slowly worked off the thin pink night dress, letting it fall to the floor as mine did. "Miss Elphaba, you are not wearing underwear." She chastised playfully.
"Underwear is a luxury for the rich." I said, half joking. She laughed softly, pulling me closer, kissing me hungrily, longingly, her skin hot and soft all at once against mine. I caught a glimpse in the mirror and moaned softly, the sight of our bodies moving together again almost too much for me. I ran a hand through her hair, pulling back to look in her eyes. "You were right... those years ago... pink does go great with green."
She laughed again, running a hand over my breast. "In my mind," she whispered, "they're the only colors that go together." She kissed me again, her mouth devouring mine, causing me to moan out loud into her mouth. This was a hunger I'd never felt from her. I should repress her more often, I noted to myself. She pushed me back against her vanity, knocking over a few bottles and makeup containers as we writhed against it. I shivered at the idea of being caught, but rather than stop, I lifted her hips, turning so she was sitting on the top of the vanity where the bottles and compacts had fallen. I lowered myself to my knees, kissing the insides of her thighs feverishly. With each kiss I planted closer to her heat, she drew me even closer by closing her legs around my neck and shoulders. Gone was the tender, curious, almost hesitant movements of our first lovemaking, replaced now by the heated, hungry, passionate sex ignited by five years of seperation. I raked my tongue hungrily along the wet folds of her skin, working it between those folds to her very essence. I slowly slid my tongue into her, tasting what I'd forgotten in the years since I'd left Shiz. I worked my tongue in and out, occasionally leaving it to nibble her clit, eliciting soft moans, stifled only by the hand that wasn't buried in my hair, urging me on. I continued my oral assault, occasionally adding a finger or two, causing her to yelp and moan, growling softly at times. When she climaxed, her sweetness flowed over my tongue, and I swear it tasted like strawberries. I looked up as I lapped up her juices, her face the perfect image of bliss, her hair sticking to her neck and shoulders with the sweat of sex and humidity, regaining some of the curl she'd delicately pressed out earlier that night. I stood slowly so as not to move her, cupping her chin as I leaned in for a kiss. She stood, wrapping her arms around my neck, kissing me slowly. She kissed her way along my jaw to my ear, sucking on the lobe gently, "That was the hottest thing... I've ever felt, Elphaba. I love you."
"I love you too, Glinda," I whispered softly, holding her close, tears running down my cheeks, from joy or the innevitable sadness that I would have to depart and watch her climb back into bed with that lump of a man, Chuffrey. She giggled naughtily, pulling away, kneeling at the foot of her vanity, pulling open a door and digging around. She came back out with a long, thin, silver... thing. "Glinda, please tell me that's not what I think it is..."
"Oh, Elphie, a girl has to get some, somehow, and lets just say, Mr. Hold-On-Let-Me-Find-It ain't who I'm getting it from. Now sit back and let the fun begin." I let Glinda push me down into the fluffy chair that matched her vanity. She kneeled in front of me, sliding it in slowly, with no playful pretenses. She bit her lip, concentrating as she flicked a switch on it, making it start trembling inside of me.
I gasped, grasping at the chair. "What kind of... ohhh... fuck... tiktok invention is this? Shiiiiiiiit."
"This particulary one is called the pocket earthquake. It's sublime isn't it?" She giggled, moving it slowly in and out.
I moaned loudly, clamping a hand over my mouth as she began to flick, nibble and suck at my clit. "Fuck, Glinda.a.aaaaaah!" She straddled my thighs, one hand staying between us to move the tiny machine, her mouth covering mine in a hungry kiss as her free hand roamed across my breasts, rolling the firm nipples between her fingers. In minutes I was crying out into her mouth, exploding from the inside, soaking her hand, the silver pocketthing, and the chair. I collapsed back, breathing heavily, my breasts heaving with every breath. Glinda lowered herself slowly, her tongue darting out to clean the mess she'd caused. "I need to get one of those!" I whispered, softly. We curled up together on the floor, breathless and sweating, kissing every few seconds, our lips never more than a whisper away from each other.
Glinda ran a slow hand through my almost waist long, raven hair, staring into my eyes, "As much as I missed you.. I'm glad you left. You were right, Morrible was furious... and now look at what's happening in Quadling Country... enslaving the poor people to mine for rubies... The wizard is a horrible selfish man."
I shook my head, "It's inevitable. That's why even if I could take you away to be with me I wouldn't. You're safe here with that... thing out there. You're not safe with me."
"You're a part of it, aren't you? The rebellion movement?"
I nodded, lickign my lips. "Someone has to get those Animals out of the squalor they're living in... someone has to show the Wizard that the people of Oz will not take this sitting down."
"I know. I love you so much... promise me you won't get hurt."
"I promise," I whispered as I kissed her forehead.
"You should get going... if Chuffrey hasn't awoken yet he will soon... can I see you again?" Her blue eyes were sad, tears welling in the corners.
I shook my head, "I don't know... If anyone were to find out--"
"They'll never know. Just tell me where I can find you." I told her where my apartment was, laughing softly when she wrinkled her nose. "That's no place for you, Elphie..."
"I get by."
"I'll come and see you soon..."
We dressed silently, not wanting to give into the fact that I was about to fly out of her life again, even though it wouldn't be five years this time. She helped me button my dress, out of habit, and I pulled my hat on tightly. I picked up the broomstick and cupped her chin again, bringing her lips to mine for one more gentle kiss. "I love you," I whispered softly.
"I love you too," she said as I mounted my broom and flew out of the open bathroom window, weaving my way back as she watched me go, knowing that if we never saw each other again, at least we had that night.