Fic: Bad Green Apple Deleted Scene (Wicked)
Fandom: Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West
Disclaimer: Wicked (c) Gregory Maguire.
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: A deleted scene from Adventures in the Bad Green Apple: Blood for a Bauble, the desk scene in full naughty detail as it was originally written. Jem argued for its inclusion in the original, Hyel felt it wasn't in keeping with the style of the fic, and the compromise was that we'd publish it later. Forgot to before now. Sorry. Here you go!
When Elphaba got back to her office the charm was already beginning to fade. Gradually chocolate brown was changing back to emerald green. Opening the door to the reception room she called out. "I'm just back to change, managed to find a bit..." She paused.
The door to her office was open, yet the lamps were burning low. She removed the hat and goggles, moving closer to the opening. Pushing the door open further she saw why. Draped across her now empty desk was Glinda Arduenna, in nothing but some remarkably small pieces of underwear. Elphaba stopped, aware that her jaw had probably hit the floor by now. She swallowed, trying to remember what she had been meaning to say.
"The meeting... Morrible has the, the..." She trailed off as Glinda raised an eyebrow and slowly undid her hair, shaking it out across her shoulders so that a few strands fell in front of her face. "I need to, um," Elphaba tried to continue, aware that her whole body was rebelling against her, "to find out where she," Glinda had reached around to her back now, "hid it," Elphaba finished as Glinda undid her bra. From then on Elphaba could not be held accountable for her actions.
Moving forward she yanked Glinda upwards, pulling her into passionate kiss. Glinda moaned as she was pushed back down onto the desk. Reaching up she slipped the jacket off of Elphaba's shoulders. Elphaba helped her, shrugging off the jacket and starting on her shirt.
"No more interruptions," Glinda said determinedly. "Your ass is mine, Elphaba Thropp." Elphaba shuddered as Glinda said her name in that voice, a voice full of passion, of possessive lust. She closed her eyes and let herself be pulled down. Her shirt fell off and she was suddenly skin to skin with Glinda, her soft warmth against her belly, her finger in her mouth, her breath coming fast and hot on Elphaba's face.
Elphaba kissed Glinda's neck, collarbone, breasts, her hands trailing down that delightful body as it undulated against her. Glinda lifted her hips to let Elphaba slip her underwear off her. Green hands trailed up and between Glinda's legs, onto her inner thigh, and hovered uncertainly while their mouths searched each other out again. Glinda grabbed her head with one hand to hold the kiss and her wrist with the other to place her hand between her thighs.
It was so incredibly moist it nearly drove Elphaba out of her mind. Her incredulous moan mixed with Glinda's, and she slipped two of her fingers into that wet heat, making Glinda bite her own lip even as she let out a strangled cry. “More. Oh. More. Elphaba. Darling.” Wrecked with desire, Elphaba gave her more, adding a finger and driving them in as deep as she could, and then again, and again, Glinda rocking her hips against Elphaba's hand in ecstasy. “Kiss me,” Glinda panted, and Elphaba did, their tongues slipping against each other while they continued to rock against the table.
Glinda broke the kiss just as a shudder went through her and her body tightened taut as a bow. Elphaba could only watch and feel Glinda come. She gasped and moaned along with her, burning for touch herself.
Glinda fell back against the desk, limp and spent, a beatific smile on her face, her legs snaking up to wrap around Elphaba even as she pulled Elphaba's fingers out of her with a final shudder and placed them in her own mouth. Elphaba had to grasp the desk for support as she watched Glinda's face in the half-light, her pink mouth closed around green fingers, licking off the moisture they had so recently been dipped in.
Elphaba did something then she was not used to doing. “Please,” she begged. “Oh, Glinda, please.”
A wicked smile spread on Glinda's face. She sat up. “On the desk,” she commanded. Elphaba sat on the edge gingerly while Glinda got up and began to undo Elphaba's trousers. “Now you sit back, keep your hands behind you, and do as you're told.”
“Right,” Elphaba said, her head spinning, desire pulsating between her legs. She grabbed the edge of the desk behind her and lifted her hips to let Glinda pull off her trousers and underwear both. With a final happy grin Glinda sank on her knees on the floor, spread Elphaba's legs and dived between them. One flick of her tongue, and all Elphaba could see were stars.
Disclaimer: Wicked (c) Gregory Maguire.
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: A deleted scene from Adventures in the Bad Green Apple: Blood for a Bauble, the desk scene in full naughty detail as it was originally written. Jem argued for its inclusion in the original, Hyel felt it wasn't in keeping with the style of the fic, and the compromise was that we'd publish it later. Forgot to before now. Sorry. Here you go!
When Elphaba got back to her office the charm was already beginning to fade. Gradually chocolate brown was changing back to emerald green. Opening the door to the reception room she called out. "I'm just back to change, managed to find a bit..." She paused.
The door to her office was open, yet the lamps were burning low. She removed the hat and goggles, moving closer to the opening. Pushing the door open further she saw why. Draped across her now empty desk was Glinda Arduenna, in nothing but some remarkably small pieces of underwear. Elphaba stopped, aware that her jaw had probably hit the floor by now. She swallowed, trying to remember what she had been meaning to say.
"The meeting... Morrible has the, the..." She trailed off as Glinda raised an eyebrow and slowly undid her hair, shaking it out across her shoulders so that a few strands fell in front of her face. "I need to, um," Elphaba tried to continue, aware that her whole body was rebelling against her, "to find out where she," Glinda had reached around to her back now, "hid it," Elphaba finished as Glinda undid her bra. From then on Elphaba could not be held accountable for her actions.
Moving forward she yanked Glinda upwards, pulling her into passionate kiss. Glinda moaned as she was pushed back down onto the desk. Reaching up she slipped the jacket off of Elphaba's shoulders. Elphaba helped her, shrugging off the jacket and starting on her shirt.
"No more interruptions," Glinda said determinedly. "Your ass is mine, Elphaba Thropp." Elphaba shuddered as Glinda said her name in that voice, a voice full of passion, of possessive lust. She closed her eyes and let herself be pulled down. Her shirt fell off and she was suddenly skin to skin with Glinda, her soft warmth against her belly, her finger in her mouth, her breath coming fast and hot on Elphaba's face.
Elphaba kissed Glinda's neck, collarbone, breasts, her hands trailing down that delightful body as it undulated against her. Glinda lifted her hips to let Elphaba slip her underwear off her. Green hands trailed up and between Glinda's legs, onto her inner thigh, and hovered uncertainly while their mouths searched each other out again. Glinda grabbed her head with one hand to hold the kiss and her wrist with the other to place her hand between her thighs.
It was so incredibly moist it nearly drove Elphaba out of her mind. Her incredulous moan mixed with Glinda's, and she slipped two of her fingers into that wet heat, making Glinda bite her own lip even as she let out a strangled cry. “More. Oh. More. Elphaba. Darling.” Wrecked with desire, Elphaba gave her more, adding a finger and driving them in as deep as she could, and then again, and again, Glinda rocking her hips against Elphaba's hand in ecstasy. “Kiss me,” Glinda panted, and Elphaba did, their tongues slipping against each other while they continued to rock against the table.
Glinda broke the kiss just as a shudder went through her and her body tightened taut as a bow. Elphaba could only watch and feel Glinda come. She gasped and moaned along with her, burning for touch herself.
Glinda fell back against the desk, limp and spent, a beatific smile on her face, her legs snaking up to wrap around Elphaba even as she pulled Elphaba's fingers out of her with a final shudder and placed them in her own mouth. Elphaba had to grasp the desk for support as she watched Glinda's face in the half-light, her pink mouth closed around green fingers, licking off the moisture they had so recently been dipped in.
Elphaba did something then she was not used to doing. “Please,” she begged. “Oh, Glinda, please.”
A wicked smile spread on Glinda's face. She sat up. “On the desk,” she commanded. Elphaba sat on the edge gingerly while Glinda got up and began to undo Elphaba's trousers. “Now you sit back, keep your hands behind you, and do as you're told.”
“Right,” Elphaba said, her head spinning, desire pulsating between her legs. She grabbed the edge of the desk behind her and lifted her hips to let Glinda pull off her trousers and underwear both. With a final happy grin Glinda sank on her knees on the floor, spread Elphaba's legs and dived between them. One flick of her tongue, and all Elphaba could see were stars.