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Title: Dancing Through [fic]
Rating: PG
Subject: Musical
Summary: Set after Dancing Through Life, still at the Ozdust. Pure fluff.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Galinda peered over Fiyero’s shoulder, groaning as she half-heartedly applauded the band. “I’m sorry Fiyero, but I’m going to have to stand you up for this one,” she said as the next song began. “Elphaba’s being a wallflower again.”
“Just as long as it’s only the one,” Fiyero replied. “I wasn’t signing your dance card for the sole purpose of improving my penmanship, you know.”
“Of course! I’ll be back before you know it!” Galinda giggled, giving Fiyero a quick peck. “And you’d better be saving that next dance for me,” she added, casting a possessive smirk over a group of girls who were watching the soon-to-be-single Prince intently. Bestowing another kiss of ownership upon him, Galinda skipped over to Elphaba.
“You promised you’d mingle!” she whined the second Elphaba looked up. “Aren’t you having fun?”
“I’m having a lovely time,” said Elphaba, and Galinda rolled her eyes.
“You’ve been hugging the wall for the past four numbers - you’ve only danced once since you arrived, and that barely counts!”
“I’m observing.” Elphaba frowned when Galinda plucked her punch cup out of her hand. “What are you doing?”
“Elphaba, nobody attends parties just to ‘observe’. There is a band playing entirely so that people can dance! They’re not just providing background music.”
“I danced earlier,” Elphaba protested as Galinda pulled her into the center of the room.
“Good. Then you know what to do,” Galinda grinned, giving Fiyero (still solitary) a little wave. “Look, Fiyero is waiting for me. Just give me this one dance, alright? And then, if you still hate it, you can stand in the corner again and I promise I won’t bother you for the rest of the night.”
“I don’t have much choice, do I?” Elphaba sighed as Galinda’s hands slipped easily around her waist.
“Nope. Now put your hands on my shoulders, Elphaba, it’ll be easier. On my shoulders. Not three inches above them,” Galinda instructed dryly, smiling when Elphaba reluctantly did so. “Now was that so hard?”
“No, Miss Upland,” Elphaba smirked as she took a clumsy step in time with the music. “I’m afraid I have no rhythm,” she apologized when she accidentally stepped into Galinda for the third time.
“You have rhythm, just no direction. And you really shouldn’t be wearing those ridiculous boots.”
“My other pair are caked with mud,” Elphaba said, grinning when Galinda pouted for a second.
“Next time, I must have you borrow a pair of my party shoes,” she said decisively, scowling when a sudden change of tempo from the band made Elphaba falter. “What now?”
“The song’s over. You’ve had your dance, can I go back to my corner now?”
“It’s not over,” Galinda replied impatiently, “it’s the same music, just slower. They do that sometimes. Where have you been living?”
“You know very well that I grew up in Quadling Country, and I’m sure you can also see that other people have stopped dancing,” Elphaba pointed out as several other couples drifted off the dance floor.
“That’s because they don’t like this type of dancing,” Galinda explained as she gently pulled Elphaba closer to her. “Just go with it,” she said through gritted teeth. “You’re going to have a good time if it kills me.”
Slowly, Elphaba gave in, unstiffening enough to settle comfortably into Galinda’s embrace. “Fiyero is staring at us.”
“That’s because he has my next dance,” Galinda explained, looking at Elphaba earnestly, trying to gauge whether or not she was enjoying herself. Elphaba, for her part, was again staring at the floor, scrutinizing every movement her feet made. She stumbled in surprise when Galinda suddenly laid a hand on her shoulder, tilting her chin up with her thumb. “Elphaba. When you’re dancing with a pretty girl, you don’t look at your feet.”
“I was staring at your feet, wondering how you don’t fall off those heels,” Elphaba replied tartly, returning the smile when Galinda giggled. “And I’m not sure that’s why Fiyero’s watching us, either,” she added as she noticed several couples by the punch table pointing at her and Galinda and whispering behind cupped hands. Looking back at Galinda, Elphaba bristled slightly. Could she do nothing without a mocking audience? She was trying to have fun for once, and -
And Galinda’s hips were most definitely touching hers now, resting together as their bodies moved in time. Perhaps Galinda hadn’t noticed. Briefly, Elphaba considered pulling away, before pushing the ridiculous thought from mind, her heart sinking as the song reached a definite conclusion.
“There. Is this really so bad?”
“I suppose it beats standing still,” Elphaba conceded as the next song began. She glanced over at Fiyero (alone in the crowd, just barely) and then back to Galinda, who showed no signs of letting go. “Galinda?”
“Yes?”
“I -” Elphaba closed her mouth quickly as Galinda’s arms slid up and around her neck. Fiyero, she decided to herself, was handsome enough - he’d always get the girl, and easily. But now, just for this one night, she had the girl. And fuck being noble, she was going to savor the novelty for as long as it lasted.
“Yes?” Galinda prodded, beaming when Elphaba smiled at her.
“I’m having fun.”
Rating: PG
Subject: Musical
Summary: Set after Dancing Through Life, still at the Ozdust. Pure fluff.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Galinda peered over Fiyero’s shoulder, groaning as she half-heartedly applauded the band. “I’m sorry Fiyero, but I’m going to have to stand you up for this one,” she said as the next song began. “Elphaba’s being a wallflower again.”
“Just as long as it’s only the one,” Fiyero replied. “I wasn’t signing your dance card for the sole purpose of improving my penmanship, you know.”
“Of course! I’ll be back before you know it!” Galinda giggled, giving Fiyero a quick peck. “And you’d better be saving that next dance for me,” she added, casting a possessive smirk over a group of girls who were watching the soon-to-be-single Prince intently. Bestowing another kiss of ownership upon him, Galinda skipped over to Elphaba.
“You promised you’d mingle!” she whined the second Elphaba looked up. “Aren’t you having fun?”
“I’m having a lovely time,” said Elphaba, and Galinda rolled her eyes.
“You’ve been hugging the wall for the past four numbers - you’ve only danced once since you arrived, and that barely counts!”
“I’m observing.” Elphaba frowned when Galinda plucked her punch cup out of her hand. “What are you doing?”
“Elphaba, nobody attends parties just to ‘observe’. There is a band playing entirely so that people can dance! They’re not just providing background music.”
“I danced earlier,” Elphaba protested as Galinda pulled her into the center of the room.
“Good. Then you know what to do,” Galinda grinned, giving Fiyero (still solitary) a little wave. “Look, Fiyero is waiting for me. Just give me this one dance, alright? And then, if you still hate it, you can stand in the corner again and I promise I won’t bother you for the rest of the night.”
“I don’t have much choice, do I?” Elphaba sighed as Galinda’s hands slipped easily around her waist.
“Nope. Now put your hands on my shoulders, Elphaba, it’ll be easier. On my shoulders. Not three inches above them,” Galinda instructed dryly, smiling when Elphaba reluctantly did so. “Now was that so hard?”
“No, Miss Upland,” Elphaba smirked as she took a clumsy step in time with the music. “I’m afraid I have no rhythm,” she apologized when she accidentally stepped into Galinda for the third time.
“You have rhythm, just no direction. And you really shouldn’t be wearing those ridiculous boots.”
“My other pair are caked with mud,” Elphaba said, grinning when Galinda pouted for a second.
“Next time, I must have you borrow a pair of my party shoes,” she said decisively, scowling when a sudden change of tempo from the band made Elphaba falter. “What now?”
“The song’s over. You’ve had your dance, can I go back to my corner now?”
“It’s not over,” Galinda replied impatiently, “it’s the same music, just slower. They do that sometimes. Where have you been living?”
“You know very well that I grew up in Quadling Country, and I’m sure you can also see that other people have stopped dancing,” Elphaba pointed out as several other couples drifted off the dance floor.
“That’s because they don’t like this type of dancing,” Galinda explained as she gently pulled Elphaba closer to her. “Just go with it,” she said through gritted teeth. “You’re going to have a good time if it kills me.”
Slowly, Elphaba gave in, unstiffening enough to settle comfortably into Galinda’s embrace. “Fiyero is staring at us.”
“That’s because he has my next dance,” Galinda explained, looking at Elphaba earnestly, trying to gauge whether or not she was enjoying herself. Elphaba, for her part, was again staring at the floor, scrutinizing every movement her feet made. She stumbled in surprise when Galinda suddenly laid a hand on her shoulder, tilting her chin up with her thumb. “Elphaba. When you’re dancing with a pretty girl, you don’t look at your feet.”
“I was staring at your feet, wondering how you don’t fall off those heels,” Elphaba replied tartly, returning the smile when Galinda giggled. “And I’m not sure that’s why Fiyero’s watching us, either,” she added as she noticed several couples by the punch table pointing at her and Galinda and whispering behind cupped hands. Looking back at Galinda, Elphaba bristled slightly. Could she do nothing without a mocking audience? She was trying to have fun for once, and -
And Galinda’s hips were most definitely touching hers now, resting together as their bodies moved in time. Perhaps Galinda hadn’t noticed. Briefly, Elphaba considered pulling away, before pushing the ridiculous thought from mind, her heart sinking as the song reached a definite conclusion.
“There. Is this really so bad?”
“I suppose it beats standing still,” Elphaba conceded as the next song began. She glanced over at Fiyero (alone in the crowd, just barely) and then back to Galinda, who showed no signs of letting go. “Galinda?”
“Yes?”
“I -” Elphaba closed her mouth quickly as Galinda’s arms slid up and around her neck. Fiyero, she decided to herself, was handsome enough - he’d always get the girl, and easily. But now, just for this one night, she had the girl. And fuck being noble, she was going to savor the novelty for as long as it lasted.
“Yes?” Galinda prodded, beaming when Elphaba smiled at her.
“I’m having fun.”