Mind Games by fabala_belle
Title: Mind Games
Rating: R
Pairing: Gelphie
Summary: This is a really weird story, to be honest. Just when Glinda's life seems to be completely falling apart, an old friend reappears.
Disclaimer: They aren't mine.
“You’re despicable!” Glinda spat, clinging to the windowsill and refusing to meet Chuffrey’s eyes. “I can’t believe you could do this to me.”
“I’ve done nothing that you haven’t done right back, princess.” She could hear his footsteps approaching, but she refused to look. “Don’t think I can’t hear what’s going on in your room at all hours of the night. I’m not the only one who is being less than faithful.”
“That’s a lie. I would never put you through what just happened to me.” Glinda gestured towards the closed bedroom door. “Catching you in bed with that…”
“Just because I haven’t caught you doesn’t mean that you aren’t sneaking someone up to your room every night. Who is he?”
Glinda pushed past Chuffrey and towards her own room. Her voice cracked as she screamed an answer back at him. “No one!” She slammed the door behind her and, as childish as the action was, felt almost a little better.
It was only a moment before she could hear that voice, the one that constantly grated on her nerves, ringing in her ears.
“You think you’re any better than he is? Lying to his face?”
“It wasn’t a lie. I’ve never slept with anyone other than him since we’ve been married. I’ve never slept with anyone but him since…” Her voice trailed off, her hands rising to cover her face.
“Since Shiz. Since me. Is that right?”
“Yes,” she whispered, exasperated.
“And you deny having slept with me since then?”
“Elphaba, I haven’t seen you in years, not since you left.” Glinda sank down onto her bed, picking up one of the many pillows and throwing it at the wall. “I’m just going crazy. That’s all that’s happening. I’m going crazy.”
“Glinda…”
“I’m not being unfaithful if I’m carrying on an affair with a voice in my own damn head, Elphie.” Glinda reached for another pillow, but cradled this one against her chest as her breathing grew more and more frantic. “For all I know you’re dead. This isn’t an affair with you, it’s an affair with myself. It’s my fingers, your voice… But this isn’t even what you’d really say. It’s just what I think you’d say, in what I remember your voice sounding like. You’re not real.” She found herself sobbing, her entire body shaking as she clenched the pillow harder. “I’m crazy. I’m absolutely and totally insane.”
“Glinda, you’re not crazy.”
“What am I, then?”
There was a pause, and Glinda found herself hoping desperately that Elphaba’s voice would vanish forever… yet the thought of losing that little bit of contact was more frightening than the thought of losing all sanity.
“Elphaba?” she asked softly, closing her eyes and willing the voice to sound again.
“I don’t know what you are, Glinda, but you’re not crazy. And, more importantly, you’re not alone.”
Glinda’s eyes snapped open as she felt a hand touch her arm lightly, and she let out a scream that was suddenly muffled by a second hand.
“It’s okay, my sweet. It’s just me.”
Glinda attempted to turn, but the arms around her eased her down onto the bed before releasing her mouth. “You?”
“Me.” Elphaba’s face suddenly loomed into view, and Glinda gasped. “I never meant to make you think you were crazy,” she said with a smile, reaching out to smooth a few strands of blonde hair out of Glinda’s face. “I just missed you so terribly.”
“That was you all along?”
“A spell, my sweet,” Elphaba replied, “to allow me to be with you, to talk to you.”
Glinda nodded, although it all seemed so incredibly impossible that she wasn’t sure what to believe.
“Believe this,” Elphaba said as if replying to her thoughts. The green woman leaned down to kiss Glinda softly, but the blonde pulled away.
“Don’t read my mind. It’s creepy.”
“And it’s boring. How one person can devote so much time to thinking about shoes…”
“Shut up.” Glinda smacked Elphaba’s arm before allowing the kiss to continue, reveling in those lips that she’d spent so much time remembering.
“Here’s the question,” Elphaba said after a while, her voice scarcely more than a whisper. “Have you been cheating on Chuffrey? Does what we’ve been doing qualify?”
“Anything I’ve done hasn’t been of my own choosing,” Glinda replied.
“That’s a shame.” Elphaba’s fingers danced down the buttons on the front of Glinda’s dress. “That bastard’s been sleeping with Shenshen.”
“That was Shenshen?” Glinda gaped at Elphaba. “I didn’t notice.”
“What on earth were you looking at, then?”
“Well, not the naked woman in my husband’s bed, that’s for sure,” Glinda scoffed.
“Regardless of who she was,” Elphaba continued with a devious smile, “I say you seek revenge.”
“Make Shenshen think she’s going crazy just like you did to me?”
“I was thinking more along the lines of cheating on him with, say, me.”
Glinda grinned, and Elphaba began freeing the first of the buttons. “I suppose that will do.”
She’d done what seemed like sleeping with Elphaba many times since she’d begun hearing the voice, but it wasn’t quite the same. Those nights had been the best she’d known in a long time, with Elphaba whispering instructions and her body responding almost as if the green woman was in bed with her… but this night, with those long, green fingers trailing unexpected paths across her skin, was unmatched by any that had come before. Elphaba’s voice, for once, was silenced as her lips danced across Glinda’s face and neck. There was finally silence, silence broken only by Glinda’s cry of surprise as Elphaba’s fingers delved into her.
Elphaba attempted to drown Glinda’s voice with her free hand, but the blonde shook her head. “Let him hear.”
“Whatever you want, my sweet.” Elphaba grinned, pressing her forehead against Glinda’s as her fingers moved faster. “I love you.”
There were a million things Glinda wanted to say, but she couldn’t seem to get any of them out as her body clenched against Elphaba’s hand and finally released. It didn’t matter much, anyway… She got the feeling from the way the green woman was looking at her that Elphaba was continuing to read her mind, to sort through the clouds of pleasure and find the grateful words that Glinda’s lips couldn’t seem to form.
Rating: R
Pairing: Gelphie
Summary: This is a really weird story, to be honest. Just when Glinda's life seems to be completely falling apart, an old friend reappears.
Disclaimer: They aren't mine.
“You’re despicable!” Glinda spat, clinging to the windowsill and refusing to meet Chuffrey’s eyes. “I can’t believe you could do this to me.”
“I’ve done nothing that you haven’t done right back, princess.” She could hear his footsteps approaching, but she refused to look. “Don’t think I can’t hear what’s going on in your room at all hours of the night. I’m not the only one who is being less than faithful.”
“That’s a lie. I would never put you through what just happened to me.” Glinda gestured towards the closed bedroom door. “Catching you in bed with that…”
“Just because I haven’t caught you doesn’t mean that you aren’t sneaking someone up to your room every night. Who is he?”
Glinda pushed past Chuffrey and towards her own room. Her voice cracked as she screamed an answer back at him. “No one!” She slammed the door behind her and, as childish as the action was, felt almost a little better.
It was only a moment before she could hear that voice, the one that constantly grated on her nerves, ringing in her ears.
“You think you’re any better than he is? Lying to his face?”
“It wasn’t a lie. I’ve never slept with anyone other than him since we’ve been married. I’ve never slept with anyone but him since…” Her voice trailed off, her hands rising to cover her face.
“Since Shiz. Since me. Is that right?”
“Yes,” she whispered, exasperated.
“And you deny having slept with me since then?”
“Elphaba, I haven’t seen you in years, not since you left.” Glinda sank down onto her bed, picking up one of the many pillows and throwing it at the wall. “I’m just going crazy. That’s all that’s happening. I’m going crazy.”
“Glinda…”
“I’m not being unfaithful if I’m carrying on an affair with a voice in my own damn head, Elphie.” Glinda reached for another pillow, but cradled this one against her chest as her breathing grew more and more frantic. “For all I know you’re dead. This isn’t an affair with you, it’s an affair with myself. It’s my fingers, your voice… But this isn’t even what you’d really say. It’s just what I think you’d say, in what I remember your voice sounding like. You’re not real.” She found herself sobbing, her entire body shaking as she clenched the pillow harder. “I’m crazy. I’m absolutely and totally insane.”
“Glinda, you’re not crazy.”
“What am I, then?”
There was a pause, and Glinda found herself hoping desperately that Elphaba’s voice would vanish forever… yet the thought of losing that little bit of contact was more frightening than the thought of losing all sanity.
“Elphaba?” she asked softly, closing her eyes and willing the voice to sound again.
“I don’t know what you are, Glinda, but you’re not crazy. And, more importantly, you’re not alone.”
Glinda’s eyes snapped open as she felt a hand touch her arm lightly, and she let out a scream that was suddenly muffled by a second hand.
“It’s okay, my sweet. It’s just me.”
Glinda attempted to turn, but the arms around her eased her down onto the bed before releasing her mouth. “You?”
“Me.” Elphaba’s face suddenly loomed into view, and Glinda gasped. “I never meant to make you think you were crazy,” she said with a smile, reaching out to smooth a few strands of blonde hair out of Glinda’s face. “I just missed you so terribly.”
“That was you all along?”
“A spell, my sweet,” Elphaba replied, “to allow me to be with you, to talk to you.”
Glinda nodded, although it all seemed so incredibly impossible that she wasn’t sure what to believe.
“Believe this,” Elphaba said as if replying to her thoughts. The green woman leaned down to kiss Glinda softly, but the blonde pulled away.
“Don’t read my mind. It’s creepy.”
“And it’s boring. How one person can devote so much time to thinking about shoes…”
“Shut up.” Glinda smacked Elphaba’s arm before allowing the kiss to continue, reveling in those lips that she’d spent so much time remembering.
“Here’s the question,” Elphaba said after a while, her voice scarcely more than a whisper. “Have you been cheating on Chuffrey? Does what we’ve been doing qualify?”
“Anything I’ve done hasn’t been of my own choosing,” Glinda replied.
“That’s a shame.” Elphaba’s fingers danced down the buttons on the front of Glinda’s dress. “That bastard’s been sleeping with Shenshen.”
“That was Shenshen?” Glinda gaped at Elphaba. “I didn’t notice.”
“What on earth were you looking at, then?”
“Well, not the naked woman in my husband’s bed, that’s for sure,” Glinda scoffed.
“Regardless of who she was,” Elphaba continued with a devious smile, “I say you seek revenge.”
“Make Shenshen think she’s going crazy just like you did to me?”
“I was thinking more along the lines of cheating on him with, say, me.”
Glinda grinned, and Elphaba began freeing the first of the buttons. “I suppose that will do.”
She’d done what seemed like sleeping with Elphaba many times since she’d begun hearing the voice, but it wasn’t quite the same. Those nights had been the best she’d known in a long time, with Elphaba whispering instructions and her body responding almost as if the green woman was in bed with her… but this night, with those long, green fingers trailing unexpected paths across her skin, was unmatched by any that had come before. Elphaba’s voice, for once, was silenced as her lips danced across Glinda’s face and neck. There was finally silence, silence broken only by Glinda’s cry of surprise as Elphaba’s fingers delved into her.
Elphaba attempted to drown Glinda’s voice with her free hand, but the blonde shook her head. “Let him hear.”
“Whatever you want, my sweet.” Elphaba grinned, pressing her forehead against Glinda’s as her fingers moved faster. “I love you.”
There were a million things Glinda wanted to say, but she couldn’t seem to get any of them out as her body clenched against Elphaba’s hand and finally released. It didn’t matter much, anyway… She got the feeling from the way the green woman was looking at her that Elphaba was continuing to read her mind, to sort through the clouds of pleasure and find the grateful words that Glinda’s lips couldn’t seem to form.