wonders like i've never seen
Title: Wonders Like I've Never Seen
Author: masque101
Fandom: Wicked (The Musical)
Summary: Just one night, one good night and yes it finally is that night
Disclaimer: Wicked is not mine, just borrowing it for a bit of fun.
I could watch her for hours; especially like this when she doesn't realise that I'm even there because it's only then that all of the barriers are gone.I wish it could be like that whenever we are together, but even when we make love I know that there is something she is holding back from me, that there is one last barrier she keeps around her heart to protect herself. I don't blame her for wanting to shield herself from the rejection that she has faced through all of her life but I want her to know that with me her heart is safe. I want her to know that she can trust me to protect it for her.
I'm not sure when watching Elphaba became my favourite pastime. Was it that first night we spent together? When she looked so peaceful sleeping beside me, her hair splayed over my pillow, her skin glowing in the moonlight. Or was it that time in History class? When she caught me staring at her and raised her eyebrows as though she could read the inappropriate thoughts in my head, and they were inappropriate.
Sometimes I don't stop at watching though; sometimes those inappropriate thoughts just have to be acted upon. In Sorcery Madame Morrible often leaves us alone in our studies and as soon as she is out the door I'm in Elphaba's lap and kissing her senseless. It's not totally unrelated, sometimes when we kiss Elphie's powers still manifest; we've had to explain charred text books on more than one occasion. And there was that time we were working on multiplication spells and we broke apart from a kiss to discover another two Glinda's... that was just freaky.
Tonight there are no inappropriate thoughts running through my mind; tonight I am watching her because she looks so happy. This afternoon we arrived in the Emerald City, the place that Elphaba has dreamed of visiting her whole life. Maybe it's because the colour of her skin blends, not with the other people but with the city itself, making her special, making her accepted. As we walked the streets she reached for my hand, the only time she has ever done so in public, and it felt so right... I think we've found the place where we belong.
Tonight my lover looks 'positively emerald' as she stands on the balcony of out hotel room absorbing the sights and sounds of the sity around her. I'm not sure this place is ever quiet; there always seems to be music playing, people dancing, endless shows and attractions and I think Elphie is trying to take in as much of it as she can before we return to the mundane where she is simply the green girl that everybody stares at or shuns.
I could watch her for hours but the sudden smile gracing her lips tells me that my time is up - she knows I'm watching her.
"Glinda?" There's an amused accusation in the way she says my name.
"Elphaba?" I respond in an identical tone.
"You're doing it again."
"I can't help it if I love to watch you My Emerald Beauty."
"What am I going to do with you My... Pink... Powderpuff?" She wrinkles her nose and chuckles, "No, that one won't work either."
It's been three months since we became lovers and we still haven't worked out a pet name for me. We've tried all kinds of combinations of flowers and candy and baby animals with the usual endearments but so far we haven't found the name that fits. I think it will have pink in it though, she seems fixated on the pink, I don't know why.
She turns away from the city and whatever else she might have been about to say dies on her lips as her gaze finds me. Now she is watching me and it's as though she has never seen me before. She seems confused but at the same time curious as she takes a step closer and raises her hand to lightly run her fingertips down the side of my face. I instinctively reach out and place my hand over her heart and realise why Elphaba was so entranced in looking at me; the glow of the Emerald City at night has painted my skin the same colour as my lovers. Shoulders to fingertips and cheekbones to lips, every inch of exposed flesh has taken on a verdant hue similar to hers. It maybe an illusion, but for this moment she isn't different and she isn't alone anymore.
"You are so beautiful." She breathes as her eyes flutter closed.
"You are always beautiful." I seal my declaration with a kiss.
A different song drifts up from the streets below, "Dance with me."
Her eyes snap open to reveal sheer terror at the thought.
I can't escape the chuckle that escapes me, "Dance with me."
She nods her head and steps away from me, raising her hands to begin the sequence of moves that I have come to think of as The Elphie.
I take her hands in my own and draw her closer to me, "No, like this," I place her hands around my waist and curl my own around her neck, "Now imagine that we're in bed together, except we're standing up and not naked." She giggles at the description but I think she gets the idea; she begins to move her hips in time with mine, in time with the haunting melody that plays through the night.
She leans down and kisses my lips, a kiss meant only to be short and sweet but I have other ideas. I chase her lips with my own; I bury my fingers in her hair and quickly turn the kiss into something more. When it ends and we are both breathing hard, our lips swollen, our eyes locked. As much as the thought of making love on the balcony overlooking the city appeals to me... I take her hand and lead her back into the hotel room, "I think I like it better when we're lying down and naked."
Inside I look down at my body and discover the glow of the Emerald City has followed us. When we reach the bed I push Elphie to sit on the edge while I stand in front of her. I make sure that I have her full and undivided attention and then reach for the straps of my dress, easing them over my shoulders and allowing the garment to fall to the floor. Having watched the dress land at my feet her eyes work their way back up my body, flowing along my legs, across my stomach, over my breasts and back to my face. Then she is one her knees before me; her hands and lips travelling the same path as her eyes. It's almost an act of worship, slow and sensual.
But then the time for slow and sensual has passed; I catch her eyes as they flicker from adoring to amourous. She surges to her feet and takes my face in her hands; sometimes her kisses are dizzying, sometimes her kisses are gentle but this kiss is priomal and urgent and desperate. The rough fabric of her dress brushes against me and while the sensation isn't unpleasant it reminds me that I'm naked while she is still fully clothed, and that just won't do. My hands start to fumble with the fastenings of her dress, Elphaba decides to help, and eventually it joins my gown on the floor at out feet and we tumble onto the bed.
There's something different in the way we make love this time; in the way our bodies move against one another, every touch of her hand and every caress of her lips seems to reach inside to my soul. I think I want to stay like this forever. Here in this wonderful city, with this wonderful woman, in this wonderful moment... forever.
Later I wake to find myself alone in our bed; still sleepy I gather the bedsheet around my body and stumble towards the balcony, stopping in the doorway. Elphaba is exactly where I expect her to be, but instead of looking out over the city she is looking back at me. A slight breeze is stirring her hair and the short black slip she is wearing, I catch my breath. I think again about why I enjoy simply watching her. It's because of her beauty, it's because of her intensity, it's because she is strong and passionate and has an amazing smile, it's because...
"I love you Elphaba."
And in her eyes I see the final barrier fall away.
~fin~
Author: masque101
Fandom: Wicked (The Musical)
Summary: Just one night, one good night and yes it finally is that night
Disclaimer: Wicked is not mine, just borrowing it for a bit of fun.
I could watch her for hours; especially like this when she doesn't realise that I'm even there because it's only then that all of the barriers are gone.I wish it could be like that whenever we are together, but even when we make love I know that there is something she is holding back from me, that there is one last barrier she keeps around her heart to protect herself. I don't blame her for wanting to shield herself from the rejection that she has faced through all of her life but I want her to know that with me her heart is safe. I want her to know that she can trust me to protect it for her.
I'm not sure when watching Elphaba became my favourite pastime. Was it that first night we spent together? When she looked so peaceful sleeping beside me, her hair splayed over my pillow, her skin glowing in the moonlight. Or was it that time in History class? When she caught me staring at her and raised her eyebrows as though she could read the inappropriate thoughts in my head, and they were inappropriate.
Sometimes I don't stop at watching though; sometimes those inappropriate thoughts just have to be acted upon. In Sorcery Madame Morrible often leaves us alone in our studies and as soon as she is out the door I'm in Elphaba's lap and kissing her senseless. It's not totally unrelated, sometimes when we kiss Elphie's powers still manifest; we've had to explain charred text books on more than one occasion. And there was that time we were working on multiplication spells and we broke apart from a kiss to discover another two Glinda's... that was just freaky.
Tonight there are no inappropriate thoughts running through my mind; tonight I am watching her because she looks so happy. This afternoon we arrived in the Emerald City, the place that Elphaba has dreamed of visiting her whole life. Maybe it's because the colour of her skin blends, not with the other people but with the city itself, making her special, making her accepted. As we walked the streets she reached for my hand, the only time she has ever done so in public, and it felt so right... I think we've found the place where we belong.
Tonight my lover looks 'positively emerald' as she stands on the balcony of out hotel room absorbing the sights and sounds of the sity around her. I'm not sure this place is ever quiet; there always seems to be music playing, people dancing, endless shows and attractions and I think Elphie is trying to take in as much of it as she can before we return to the mundane where she is simply the green girl that everybody stares at or shuns.
I could watch her for hours but the sudden smile gracing her lips tells me that my time is up - she knows I'm watching her.
"Glinda?" There's an amused accusation in the way she says my name.
"Elphaba?" I respond in an identical tone.
"You're doing it again."
"I can't help it if I love to watch you My Emerald Beauty."
"What am I going to do with you My... Pink... Powderpuff?" She wrinkles her nose and chuckles, "No, that one won't work either."
It's been three months since we became lovers and we still haven't worked out a pet name for me. We've tried all kinds of combinations of flowers and candy and baby animals with the usual endearments but so far we haven't found the name that fits. I think it will have pink in it though, she seems fixated on the pink, I don't know why.
She turns away from the city and whatever else she might have been about to say dies on her lips as her gaze finds me. Now she is watching me and it's as though she has never seen me before. She seems confused but at the same time curious as she takes a step closer and raises her hand to lightly run her fingertips down the side of my face. I instinctively reach out and place my hand over her heart and realise why Elphaba was so entranced in looking at me; the glow of the Emerald City at night has painted my skin the same colour as my lovers. Shoulders to fingertips and cheekbones to lips, every inch of exposed flesh has taken on a verdant hue similar to hers. It maybe an illusion, but for this moment she isn't different and she isn't alone anymore.
"You are so beautiful." She breathes as her eyes flutter closed.
"You are always beautiful." I seal my declaration with a kiss.
A different song drifts up from the streets below, "Dance with me."
Her eyes snap open to reveal sheer terror at the thought.
I can't escape the chuckle that escapes me, "Dance with me."
She nods her head and steps away from me, raising her hands to begin the sequence of moves that I have come to think of as The Elphie.
I take her hands in my own and draw her closer to me, "No, like this," I place her hands around my waist and curl my own around her neck, "Now imagine that we're in bed together, except we're standing up and not naked." She giggles at the description but I think she gets the idea; she begins to move her hips in time with mine, in time with the haunting melody that plays through the night.
She leans down and kisses my lips, a kiss meant only to be short and sweet but I have other ideas. I chase her lips with my own; I bury my fingers in her hair and quickly turn the kiss into something more. When it ends and we are both breathing hard, our lips swollen, our eyes locked. As much as the thought of making love on the balcony overlooking the city appeals to me... I take her hand and lead her back into the hotel room, "I think I like it better when we're lying down and naked."
Inside I look down at my body and discover the glow of the Emerald City has followed us. When we reach the bed I push Elphie to sit on the edge while I stand in front of her. I make sure that I have her full and undivided attention and then reach for the straps of my dress, easing them over my shoulders and allowing the garment to fall to the floor. Having watched the dress land at my feet her eyes work their way back up my body, flowing along my legs, across my stomach, over my breasts and back to my face. Then she is one her knees before me; her hands and lips travelling the same path as her eyes. It's almost an act of worship, slow and sensual.
But then the time for slow and sensual has passed; I catch her eyes as they flicker from adoring to amourous. She surges to her feet and takes my face in her hands; sometimes her kisses are dizzying, sometimes her kisses are gentle but this kiss is priomal and urgent and desperate. The rough fabric of her dress brushes against me and while the sensation isn't unpleasant it reminds me that I'm naked while she is still fully clothed, and that just won't do. My hands start to fumble with the fastenings of her dress, Elphaba decides to help, and eventually it joins my gown on the floor at out feet and we tumble onto the bed.
There's something different in the way we make love this time; in the way our bodies move against one another, every touch of her hand and every caress of her lips seems to reach inside to my soul. I think I want to stay like this forever. Here in this wonderful city, with this wonderful woman, in this wonderful moment... forever.
Later I wake to find myself alone in our bed; still sleepy I gather the bedsheet around my body and stumble towards the balcony, stopping in the doorway. Elphaba is exactly where I expect her to be, but instead of looking out over the city she is looking back at me. A slight breeze is stirring her hair and the short black slip she is wearing, I catch my breath. I think again about why I enjoy simply watching her. It's because of her beauty, it's because of her intensity, it's because she is strong and passionate and has an amazing smile, it's because...
"I love you Elphaba."
And in her eyes I see the final barrier fall away.
~fin~