Surprise! Part 2/3 by galindas_elphie, PG-13
Title: Surprise! Part 2/3
Author: galindas_elphie
Rating: PG-13 for… suggestions. ;)
Summary: Galinda is determined to throw Elphaba a party for her 19th birthday, whether she likes it or not.
Disclaimer: I don't own the song, and I don’t own Wicked. But then again, what IS Wicked if not just a fanfic for The Wizard of Oz? I didn’t see any disclaimer in the beginning of Mr. Maguire’s book! But then, that’s just me. :P
A/N: Thank you SO much to my lovely girlfriend, elphies_galinda, for being the best beta/reviewer/love of my life EVER!! :D
Galinda checked herself in the mirror once more, a soprano “Coming!” rising from her throat. She smoothed her skirt, hurrying to the door and whipping it open.
“Why, Master Boq! And Miss Nessarose! How good of you to come!” she chimed, waving her arm invitingly toward the interior of the room. “Come in, come in!”
Nessarose gave her a grateful smile while she wheeled herself in, immediately going to Elphaba’s vacant desk to inspect her latest books. Boq, on the other hand, took no more than two steps in, just enough for his host to close the door, his face a deep red.
“That’s, um…” He dipped his finger into the space between his necktie and his collar, tugging slightly. “That’s quite a dress, Miss Galinda.”
“Oh, do you like it?” she exclaimed, giving a swift twirl. The dress was every different shade of pink, a strapless number with a layered skirt, each layer a lighter pink than the one before it, that ended about mid-thigh. The skirt flared out when she spun, creating gentle waves in the air around the blonde. A deep pink ribbon around her neck, along with pink heels, completed the ensemble. “I got it just for the occasion!” Galinda clapped her hands once, beaming.
Boq could only nod mutely, trying to keep his eyes where they belonged.
“So, where is she?” Nessarose inquired, shaking her head in disgust at Elphaba’s most recent tastes in reading. As far as she was concerned, her sister would never learn.
“Oh, she’s still out,” Galinda replied, waving her hand dismissively. “She’ll be back soon. Elphie couldn’t miss her own party!” the blonde giggled.
“Hmmm,” Nessa murmured to herself, while Galinda came to gently place a hand on the back of her chair.
“Can I get you anything? Punch, perhaps?” she coaxed.
The brunette nodded, allowing Galinda to wheel her to the punch bowl, where the blonde was sure to keep conversation going as more and more guests began to arrive.
“Why yes, come in, come in!” Galinda encouraged when a knock came on the door for the umpteenth time, taking the presents and cards from the newcomers and adding them to the growing pile on the green girl’s bed. It seemed Elphaba was even more popular than either of them would have thought. The place was hopping with all sorts of different people, all friends of Galinda’s, of course… but still no Elphaba.
“Galinda!” a voice cried, and the blonde twirled around to see that it was Milla. “Where’s the guest of honor?”
“Oh, um, she’ll be back soon, rest assured!” Galinda called, putting more confidence into her voice than she felt. It had already been nearly an hour since the first guests arrived, and the blonde was beginning to have her doubts. If the green girl took too much longer, she would have to take matters into her own hands.
Galinda sneaked carefully towards the door, making her way through the crowd of students. Boq, however, was almost always around, and he caught her right in front of her destination.
“Where are you going, Miss Galinda?” he asked. “Do you need anything? Anything I can get for you?”
“Oh, no, thank you, Master Boq,” the blonde couldn’t help but blush lightly. Must he dote on her all the time? She scrambled for an excuse. “It’s just that… um… well, we’re nearly out of punch!”
Boq turned to look at the punch bowl, which was nearly empty but with a full pitcher beside it.
“Wait, Miss Galinda…”
But she was gone.
Clearly on a mission, the blonde all but stomped through the campus, blue eyes doggedly scanning each area for a certain green girl. She had been irritated an hour ago. She had passed frustrated thirty minutes ago. Now she was almost to the point of tears. Elphaba had promised…
The library.
Of course, the library. That’s where Elphaba was. Galinda turned on her heel and stalked along the path that led to the huge building, throwing open the door. After searching the ground floor and coming up with nothing, she headed up the stairs, where it was quieter. Elphaba would probably be in the quietest, darkest place of the library, where nobody would find her.
Nobody but me, she thought to herself, puffing short breaths of air as she climbed higher until she reached the top floor.
She huffed as Elphaba finally came into her sights, her perfectly manicured hands resting on curvy hips. Just as she had suspected, the green girl had hidden herself in the back corner, where anyone hardly ever came, with some age-old manuscript. Now, it was just the two of them.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“What do you think I’m doing?”
“I think you’re running away.”
“That would be a good guess, except for the fact that I’m stationary.”
The blonde sighed, having vented most of her irritation on climbing endless stairs. She took the few steps required to close the space between herself and her quarry, placing her small hand’s on Elphaba’s shoulders and massaging softly. She allowed her arms to snake around her girlfriend’s neck, her chin resting on a jade shoulder, her pale cheek lightly brushing against an emerald one.
No response from Elphaba. The green girl was infuriatingly good at remaining indifferent.
Galinda sighed again, louder this time in hopes of receiving at least some attention. Still no response. Finally she gripped Elphaba’s book, yanking it from her grasp. The painless effort of this task plus the fact that she was actually able to push Elphaba’s chair away from the desk made it obvious that the green girl was merely allowing her to do these things, and that knowledge only served to increase her underlying frustration.
The blonde straddled Elphaba’s lap in one quick movement, kissing the green lips for all she was worth. The startled gasp from the girl below her triggered a surge of accomplishment within her. There. Finally, some submission. This was how it was supposed to be. Funny, seeing as how this was the way it hardly ever was.
Galinda pulled back, putting on her most adorable pout, complete with huge, pleading eyes.
“Please, Elphie…?” She batted her eyelashes, trailing a pink nail down from Elphaba’s ear to the hollow of her throat, and biting back a smirk when chocolate eyes darkened beneath her own cerulean gaze.
Elphaba ignored the question. How could she care about a party when she was alone with Galinda in her lap, dressed like this…?
Her lips attached themselves almost at once to the pale skin at Galinda’s neck, slim, verdant fingers slipping beneath the hem of her skirt and trailing upward. The blonde’s eyes fluttered closed, and she fought to keep her mind on the task at hand. After what seemed like ages, she was finally able to break free from her desire, giving the green girl beneath her a gentle push.
“Later,” she promised, in a husky whisper that said she had every intention of keeping her word. “After your party.”
Elphaba sighed beneath her ear, and Galinda knew she had won.
-x-
Elphaba groaned as her girlfriend dragged her up the stairs to their room. She could hear them already, all the talking and laughing, and… was that singing…?
Galinda grinned as she threw open the door, but the green girl’s expression was one of horror.
There were people everywhere, most of which Elphaba barely knew. Music was blasting from somewhere, and nearly everyone was dancing. Even Nessa was gyrating in her chair, a goofy grin plastered to her face. Avaric and Pfannee were all but sucking each other’s faces off on Elphaba’s desk.
“This is not small!” Elphaba hissed into Galinda’s ear, watching as someone tried making their way to the punch bowl by the door, getting about halfway there before falling over. “And are these people drunk?!”
“Of course not!” Galinda defended, before Elphaba pulled her quickly to the ground. A vase smashed into the wall above their heads. “Well, maybe a little…”
“Drinns fo’ evyone…!” Avaric slurred, raising his cup as he stood on wobbly legs atop the desk, burping before beginning a song of his own.
“Well, I stumbled in at 2 AM, all drunk and full of smoke
My wife said, ‘I have had enough, that's it, I'm sick, get out!’
So I stumbled down to Kelly's pub across the edge of town
And told the boys my story and we had another round!”
The green girl shot Galinda a look, and the blonde threw up her hands. She was completely innocent.
“Now we drink
And drink and drink
And drink and drink
And drink and fight.”
“I must say,” Elphaba mused while Avaric sloppily poured more beer into the cups the others raised to him. “This was a smashing idea.”
A/N: Just a small note for those of you who would go “*gasp* Nessarose would NEVER drink!!” I happen to know that Avaric, Pfannee, and Shenshen thought it would be simply hysterical to fix her drink. And it was, but they were too plastered to enjoy it. The end.