Dreams the Way We Didn't Plan Them part deux PGish 2/?
Ive decided to keep the original title, as it was pointed out to me that it still fit. This is kinda a nonsense chapter, but its there to lay groundwork.
Title: Dreams the Way We Didn't Plan Them part deux
Author: Moi, of course.
Pairing: teh Gelphie
Rating: PGish i would say. nothing too bad, just a dream flashback.
Wordcount:1,303
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Summary: Bedroom antics. No, not those kinds of bedroom antics. Pervs.
For the first hour or so of their imprisonment, the two girls laid on their respective beds, occasionally continuing with the ‘Are too’ and ‘Am not’ bickering. After the blonde became quite for longer than a moment, Elphaba looked over to the other bed to find said blonde looking at her thoughtfully. Galinda blushed lightly and looked away, as if she was caught doing something she shouldn’t have.
“What?” the green girl said, sighing a little before turning over on her side to face Galinda.
“What, what?” the blonde asked innocently, tracing the stitches of her bedspread with her fingernail.
“Oh. Nothing. I just thought for a fleeting moment that you have more than air between your ears. Don’t worry about it.” Elphaba replied, reaching over to the night stand and picking up her book.
Sitting up and dangling her legs over the side of the bed, Galinda huffed, “I do so have more than air between my ears!”
“Then why don’t you enlighten me on what you were pondering before.”
“I still know you’re lying. There’s no way in Oz that you don’t dream.”
“Oh really? And how do you know this, oh Wise One?” Elphaba retorted, sitting up and mirroring the blonde’s position; only her feet actually touched the ground. Tossing her book back onto the nightstand, the green girl put her elbows on her knees and rested her chin on her knuckles, giving the blonde her undivided attention.
Galinda blushed slightly, before adjusting her legs and sitting up straighter. “Well, for one, you bolted awake like I did this morning.”
“The alarm clock went off.”
“Yes I know the alarm clock went off. I mean, you were sweating when you woke up, and you were breathing heavily. Every other time that the alarm went off, you didn’t react like that. Your bed was in shambles. You usually sleep on your stomach; this morning you woke up on your back.”
“And that matters how?” Elphaba said, raising an eyebrow, half intrigued. ‘So maybe she does have a thought process beyond shoes.’ She thought to herself.
“It means something was happening in your mind that caused you to shift. Your sweating indicates some sort of stress while sleeping. It was freezing in the room last night.”
“You seem to know your stuff. I had no idea you thought about things like that.”
“You’d be surprised at how much I think about little things like that. So now that I have shared my case, are you going to admit it?”
“Admit what?” the green girl said, smirking slightly.
“Don’t play dumb with me. I know you had a dream last night.” Galinda said seriously.
“And if I did?” the taller girl replied matching the other girls tone, and leaning back on her elbows.
“We could talk about it. I read somewhere that dreams usually have a deeper meaning.” The shorter girl suggested cheerfully, bouncing a little on her bed.
“And if I don’t want to talk about it?”
“You’re not going to like your other option.” Galinda replied smoothly, raising her eyebrow menacingly. Elphaba snorted with laughter, finding it impossible to take the blonde’s hard look seriously.
Chuckling lightly, she replied, “What would this other option be? Personally, just about anything else would be better than talking about my dreams.”
Galinda’s face broke into a wide wicked grin, and she hopped up and headed to the wardrobe, throwing the doors open. Kneeling down and partially crawling into it, the blonde called over her shoulder, “Elphaba, come here a moment. I need your help.”
Looking towards the voice, Elphaba heaved herself off the bed and shuffled over to the wardrobe; slightly amused at the sight of the little legs kicking lightly, surrounded by the bulk of Galinda’s many dressed.
“What are you going to do to me?” The green girl said, half joking.
Giving a small grunt, Galinda tugged roughly on what she was looking for, not expecting it to give so easily, and fell backwards, and crashing into Elphaba’s legs. Looking up with wide eyes, Galinda squealed “I’m going to give you a make over!”, and shook the rather large makeup case she was digging for.
Eyes widening in horror, Elphaba began to back up slowly, holding her hands up defensively. “No…no…absolutely not.”
The blonde scrambled to her feet and began advancing on the raven haired girl slowly, a devilish smirk gracing her features. “Elphaba Thropp; the next few hours are in your hands. You either let me give you a make over, or we’re talking. It’s your choice. Personally I think the second option would be less painful for you, ‘because I’m fairly certain I have a ball gown or two that will fit you.”
Still backing up slowly, Elphaba swallowed hard and glanced at the door. Galinda noticed it, and quickly put her self between the door and the other girl, “Uh-uh. We’re not allowed to leave today, remember?”
“Yeah…but…but…I just want to study!” the green girl said, panicking slightly as she stumbled over the hearthrug a little.
“Please. You are like, twelve chapters ahead of the teachers in most of your classes. And what am I going to do? Face it; you’re stuck in here with me. So we have to make the best of it.” The petite blonde said, still advancing on the taller girl.
In a small moment of desperation, Elphaba shot to the side, hurdled her bed, snatched up her book and started to climb over Galinda’s bed. Halfway off the bed and to the bathroom, the green girl was deterred by something exploding onto her back, knocking her to the ground, sending her book flying.
“You know, social interaction with human beings is good for you.” The blonde said into Elphaba’s ear, straddling her lower back.
“That may be so, but I think having someone bulrush you and then sit on you might interfere with breathing.” Elphaba mumbled into the floor.
“If I get up, do you promise not to run away or argue with me?”
The bookworm nodded, defeated. Smiling to herself, Galinda dismounted the other girl’s prone form and reached down to help her up. When Elphaba took the offered ivory hand, the two gasp simultaneously from a shock. The green girl shrugged it off as static electricity, but immediately became concerned when she saw Galinda’s eyes slide out of focus briefly.
At the contact, Galinda was hit with a returning image from her dream from the night before; the blonde was moving her hands up to deftly undo the buttons covering flawless verdant skin. Kissing each newly exposed area of skin, making her way downwards, moving her hands to take fistfuls of Elphaba’s skirt and tugging it down.
“Galinda?”
No response.
“Galinda…?”
Still no response. Now the green girl was genuinely worried. She reached out and took the smaller girl by the shoulders, shaking her lightly.
Blinking a few times, Galinda came back to reality and looked up at Elphaba, smiling shyly.
“Sorry. I spaced for a moment.”
“But you’re alright, right?” Elphaba said softly, unaware that she was lightly stroking the smaller girl’s shoulder with the pad of her thumbs. Galinda merely nodded, and replied “So what’ll it be missy? Make over or dream talk?”
She glanced around the room briefly, still absently stroking the creamy shoulder, before making eye contact with the clear blue ones. Her heart skipped a few beats as she was revisited by her own dream; “But you love me right?”
“With all my being, Elphaba Thropp.” Galinda said her eyes watery.
Elphaba’s face broke into a smile before throwing her arms around Galinda’s neck, kissing her soundly.
Elphaba was quiet for a moment, caught in her own thoughts. Then she nodded, a small smile playing at her lips. “I think I’ll take the dream talk.”
Title: Dreams the Way We Didn't Plan Them part deux
Author: Moi, of course.
Pairing: teh Gelphie
Rating: PGish i would say. nothing too bad, just a dream flashback.
Wordcount:1,303
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Summary: Bedroom antics. No, not those kinds of bedroom antics. Pervs.
For the first hour or so of their imprisonment, the two girls laid on their respective beds, occasionally continuing with the ‘Are too’ and ‘Am not’ bickering. After the blonde became quite for longer than a moment, Elphaba looked over to the other bed to find said blonde looking at her thoughtfully. Galinda blushed lightly and looked away, as if she was caught doing something she shouldn’t have.
“What?” the green girl said, sighing a little before turning over on her side to face Galinda.
“What, what?” the blonde asked innocently, tracing the stitches of her bedspread with her fingernail.
“Oh. Nothing. I just thought for a fleeting moment that you have more than air between your ears. Don’t worry about it.” Elphaba replied, reaching over to the night stand and picking up her book.
Sitting up and dangling her legs over the side of the bed, Galinda huffed, “I do so have more than air between my ears!”
“Then why don’t you enlighten me on what you were pondering before.”
“I still know you’re lying. There’s no way in Oz that you don’t dream.”
“Oh really? And how do you know this, oh Wise One?” Elphaba retorted, sitting up and mirroring the blonde’s position; only her feet actually touched the ground. Tossing her book back onto the nightstand, the green girl put her elbows on her knees and rested her chin on her knuckles, giving the blonde her undivided attention.
Galinda blushed slightly, before adjusting her legs and sitting up straighter. “Well, for one, you bolted awake like I did this morning.”
“The alarm clock went off.”
“Yes I know the alarm clock went off. I mean, you were sweating when you woke up, and you were breathing heavily. Every other time that the alarm went off, you didn’t react like that. Your bed was in shambles. You usually sleep on your stomach; this morning you woke up on your back.”
“And that matters how?” Elphaba said, raising an eyebrow, half intrigued. ‘So maybe she does have a thought process beyond shoes.’ She thought to herself.
“It means something was happening in your mind that caused you to shift. Your sweating indicates some sort of stress while sleeping. It was freezing in the room last night.”
“You seem to know your stuff. I had no idea you thought about things like that.”
“You’d be surprised at how much I think about little things like that. So now that I have shared my case, are you going to admit it?”
“Admit what?” the green girl said, smirking slightly.
“Don’t play dumb with me. I know you had a dream last night.” Galinda said seriously.
“And if I did?” the taller girl replied matching the other girls tone, and leaning back on her elbows.
“We could talk about it. I read somewhere that dreams usually have a deeper meaning.” The shorter girl suggested cheerfully, bouncing a little on her bed.
“And if I don’t want to talk about it?”
“You’re not going to like your other option.” Galinda replied smoothly, raising her eyebrow menacingly. Elphaba snorted with laughter, finding it impossible to take the blonde’s hard look seriously.
Chuckling lightly, she replied, “What would this other option be? Personally, just about anything else would be better than talking about my dreams.”
Galinda’s face broke into a wide wicked grin, and she hopped up and headed to the wardrobe, throwing the doors open. Kneeling down and partially crawling into it, the blonde called over her shoulder, “Elphaba, come here a moment. I need your help.”
Looking towards the voice, Elphaba heaved herself off the bed and shuffled over to the wardrobe; slightly amused at the sight of the little legs kicking lightly, surrounded by the bulk of Galinda’s many dressed.
“What are you going to do to me?” The green girl said, half joking.
Giving a small grunt, Galinda tugged roughly on what she was looking for, not expecting it to give so easily, and fell backwards, and crashing into Elphaba’s legs. Looking up with wide eyes, Galinda squealed “I’m going to give you a make over!”, and shook the rather large makeup case she was digging for.
Eyes widening in horror, Elphaba began to back up slowly, holding her hands up defensively. “No…no…absolutely not.”
The blonde scrambled to her feet and began advancing on the raven haired girl slowly, a devilish smirk gracing her features. “Elphaba Thropp; the next few hours are in your hands. You either let me give you a make over, or we’re talking. It’s your choice. Personally I think the second option would be less painful for you, ‘because I’m fairly certain I have a ball gown or two that will fit you.”
Still backing up slowly, Elphaba swallowed hard and glanced at the door. Galinda noticed it, and quickly put her self between the door and the other girl, “Uh-uh. We’re not allowed to leave today, remember?”
“Yeah…but…but…I just want to study!” the green girl said, panicking slightly as she stumbled over the hearthrug a little.
“Please. You are like, twelve chapters ahead of the teachers in most of your classes. And what am I going to do? Face it; you’re stuck in here with me. So we have to make the best of it.” The petite blonde said, still advancing on the taller girl.
In a small moment of desperation, Elphaba shot to the side, hurdled her bed, snatched up her book and started to climb over Galinda’s bed. Halfway off the bed and to the bathroom, the green girl was deterred by something exploding onto her back, knocking her to the ground, sending her book flying.
“You know, social interaction with human beings is good for you.” The blonde said into Elphaba’s ear, straddling her lower back.
“That may be so, but I think having someone bulrush you and then sit on you might interfere with breathing.” Elphaba mumbled into the floor.
“If I get up, do you promise not to run away or argue with me?”
The bookworm nodded, defeated. Smiling to herself, Galinda dismounted the other girl’s prone form and reached down to help her up. When Elphaba took the offered ivory hand, the two gasp simultaneously from a shock. The green girl shrugged it off as static electricity, but immediately became concerned when she saw Galinda’s eyes slide out of focus briefly.
At the contact, Galinda was hit with a returning image from her dream from the night before; the blonde was moving her hands up to deftly undo the buttons covering flawless verdant skin. Kissing each newly exposed area of skin, making her way downwards, moving her hands to take fistfuls of Elphaba’s skirt and tugging it down.
“Galinda?”
No response.
“Galinda…?”
Still no response. Now the green girl was genuinely worried. She reached out and took the smaller girl by the shoulders, shaking her lightly.
Blinking a few times, Galinda came back to reality and looked up at Elphaba, smiling shyly.
“Sorry. I spaced for a moment.”
“But you’re alright, right?” Elphaba said softly, unaware that she was lightly stroking the smaller girl’s shoulder with the pad of her thumbs. Galinda merely nodded, and replied “So what’ll it be missy? Make over or dream talk?”
She glanced around the room briefly, still absently stroking the creamy shoulder, before making eye contact with the clear blue ones. Her heart skipped a few beats as she was revisited by her own dream; “But you love me right?”
“With all my being, Elphaba Thropp.” Galinda said her eyes watery.
Elphaba’s face broke into a smile before throwing her arms around Galinda’s neck, kissing her soundly.
Elphaba was quiet for a moment, caught in her own thoughts. Then she nodded, a small smile playing at her lips. “I think I’ll take the dream talk.”