drabbletag: 'together' [Wicked]
Fandom: Wicked [novel]
Prompt: Elphaba/G[a]linda, 'together'
Requested by: bohemian21
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 187
The crackling of the fire was the only soundtrack provided to room 22 on the second floor, as the clock on the mantle silently fluttered over to 1:37am.
Glinda didn’t speak - she never spoke, during these stolen hours when they went a little further each night, graduating from kissing, to touching, to kissing while touching, and suddenly to Elphaba shyly removing her nightgown, as nonchalantly as if she’d undressed for Glinda a thousand times before.
Glinda blushed at the intimacy of the action - not that she could see much in any case in the darkness, but she could touch, and she could hear the breath catch in Elphaba’s throat when she did just that. She could feel Elphaba’s heart racing beneath her palm and the obvious panic helped to quell Glinda’s timidity - for all her boldness, Elphaba was possibly every bit as uncertain as she was.
One hand pressed to Elphaba’s breastbone, Glinda shakily reached for the ties of her own gown, not permitting herself to hesitate in unlacing them. After all, some steps were so large that they could only be taken together.
Prompt: Elphaba/G[a]linda, 'together'
Requested by: bohemian21
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 187
The crackling of the fire was the only soundtrack provided to room 22 on the second floor, as the clock on the mantle silently fluttered over to 1:37am.
Glinda didn’t speak - she never spoke, during these stolen hours when they went a little further each night, graduating from kissing, to touching, to kissing while touching, and suddenly to Elphaba shyly removing her nightgown, as nonchalantly as if she’d undressed for Glinda a thousand times before.
Glinda blushed at the intimacy of the action - not that she could see much in any case in the darkness, but she could touch, and she could hear the breath catch in Elphaba’s throat when she did just that. She could feel Elphaba’s heart racing beneath her palm and the obvious panic helped to quell Glinda’s timidity - for all her boldness, Elphaba was possibly every bit as uncertain as she was.
One hand pressed to Elphaba’s breastbone, Glinda shakily reached for the ties of her own gown, not permitting herself to hesitate in unlacing them. After all, some steps were so large that they could only be taken together.