Made With Love by fabala_belle
Title: Made With Love
Rating: a mild R
Pairing: Gelphie
Summary: Galinda attempts to make cookies for Elphaba. It's mainly bookverse, but in a whimsical kind of way.
Disclaimer: They aren't mine.
Thanks to mismeganradface for being cute and inspiring this.
Elphaba couldn’t help smiling as she knocked on the door to the dormitory kitchen. Elphaba had returned from the library to find a rambling note from Galinda, inviting her roommate to join her in the kitchen at 6.
It was 6:15 now, as Elphaba had wanted to allow time for Galinda’s perpetual lateness. The smell of baking sweets mingled with Galinda’s long stream of curses and drifted through the cracks around the door, making it impossible to know if the blonde was finished or not. Elphaba pushed the door open anyway, finding Galinda shaking her hand violently and staring at the green girl in surprise.
“You’re not supposed to be here yet!” she cried, and it was all Elphaba could do not to laugh. Galinda had flour in her hair and all over her face and dress, and her alarmed expression only made it funnier.
“I was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago,” Elphaba replied, closing the door behind her and striding across the room. “What did you do to your hand?”
“Burned my finger.” Galinda stopped shaking her hand as soon as Elphaba took it, frowning.
“You’re a mess. You’d better either work on your sorcery or find a rich husband who can hire a cooking staff.”
“The cookies will taste good, I promise. It’s Ama Clutch’s secret recipe.” Galinda grimaced. “I’m just no good at putting things in the oven, I suppose.”
Elphaba was still grasping Galinda’s hand, and she smiled reassuringly. “Does it still hurt?”
“Very much.”
“You have to soothe it, then.” Elphaba cast a glance to the sink, instead choosing to draw the finger into her mouth. “Does the door lock?”
Galinda gasped, reaching back to steady herself on the messy counter. “I don’t know. Don’t care.”
“If soothing it isn’t effective,” Elphaba said, keeping her voice as calm as she could, “distraction often helps it to feel better.” She slid her hand down to Galinda’s wrist, grasping it tightly as she leaned in and pressed her lips just beneath the blonde’s ear. “Is this distracting you from the pain?”
“Not enough,” Galinda replied with a coy smile, throwing her head back as Elphaba trailed her lips down the length of her neck until the collar of her flour-covered dress blocked her path.
“We can’t have that, can we?” Elphaba whispered against her skin. “Some pleasure, then, to counteract the pain?”
Galinda didn’t respond, too caught up in the sensations as Elphaba’s hands worked their way down her sides and up under her dress. “Take it off,” she finally managed to say. “It’s so hot, and…” Her voice trailed off as she noticed that the heat was joined with another sensation - not only Elphaba’s hands, but the smell of burning. “Oh! Elphie, the cookies!”
Elphaba stepped back as the blonde raced to the oven, pulling it open to reveal a cloud of smoke that curled into the air above her head. “I’m sorry, Galinda. I shouldn’t have been distracting you.”
Galinda didn’t respond, too concerned with finding potholders and retrieving the tray of black cookies from the oven. “They’re ruined.” Elphaba was surprised to see tears in her eyes. “I was making them for you, Elphie, and now they’re ruined. I’ll have to make more.”
“You don’t have to.” Elphaba closed and turned off the oven before taking her place behind Galinda, looping her arms around the blonde’s waist and pressing a light kiss to her cheek. “Why don’t we go into town and get ice cream. My treat?” When Galinda shook her head, Elphaba held her tighter and kept talking. “I’ll run to the main kitchen, then, and see if I can’t snag a couple of cookies. Those chocolate ones you like so much.”
“But Elphie,” Galinda replied, her voice dangerously close to a sob, “I was making my cookies with love.”
Elphaba laughed softly, running a hand over the soft blonde curls. “Of course you were, my pretty.” She reached around the blonde to pick up one of the burnt cookies, wincing at the heat against her fingers. “I’m sure they’re wonderful.” The green girl blew on it to cool it down and then bit it gingerly, forcing a smile for Galinda.
“You’re actually going to eat that?”
“I don’t see why not.”
“Doesn’t it taste awful?”
“Like charcoal.” Elphaba grinned. “But you made it, my sweet, and that’s all that matters.”
Rating: a mild R
Pairing: Gelphie
Summary: Galinda attempts to make cookies for Elphaba. It's mainly bookverse, but in a whimsical kind of way.
Disclaimer: They aren't mine.
Thanks to mismeganradface for being cute and inspiring this.
Elphaba couldn’t help smiling as she knocked on the door to the dormitory kitchen. Elphaba had returned from the library to find a rambling note from Galinda, inviting her roommate to join her in the kitchen at 6.
It was 6:15 now, as Elphaba had wanted to allow time for Galinda’s perpetual lateness. The smell of baking sweets mingled with Galinda’s long stream of curses and drifted through the cracks around the door, making it impossible to know if the blonde was finished or not. Elphaba pushed the door open anyway, finding Galinda shaking her hand violently and staring at the green girl in surprise.
“You’re not supposed to be here yet!” she cried, and it was all Elphaba could do not to laugh. Galinda had flour in her hair and all over her face and dress, and her alarmed expression only made it funnier.
“I was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago,” Elphaba replied, closing the door behind her and striding across the room. “What did you do to your hand?”
“Burned my finger.” Galinda stopped shaking her hand as soon as Elphaba took it, frowning.
“You’re a mess. You’d better either work on your sorcery or find a rich husband who can hire a cooking staff.”
“The cookies will taste good, I promise. It’s Ama Clutch’s secret recipe.” Galinda grimaced. “I’m just no good at putting things in the oven, I suppose.”
Elphaba was still grasping Galinda’s hand, and she smiled reassuringly. “Does it still hurt?”
“Very much.”
“You have to soothe it, then.” Elphaba cast a glance to the sink, instead choosing to draw the finger into her mouth. “Does the door lock?”
Galinda gasped, reaching back to steady herself on the messy counter. “I don’t know. Don’t care.”
“If soothing it isn’t effective,” Elphaba said, keeping her voice as calm as she could, “distraction often helps it to feel better.” She slid her hand down to Galinda’s wrist, grasping it tightly as she leaned in and pressed her lips just beneath the blonde’s ear. “Is this distracting you from the pain?”
“Not enough,” Galinda replied with a coy smile, throwing her head back as Elphaba trailed her lips down the length of her neck until the collar of her flour-covered dress blocked her path.
“We can’t have that, can we?” Elphaba whispered against her skin. “Some pleasure, then, to counteract the pain?”
Galinda didn’t respond, too caught up in the sensations as Elphaba’s hands worked their way down her sides and up under her dress. “Take it off,” she finally managed to say. “It’s so hot, and…” Her voice trailed off as she noticed that the heat was joined with another sensation - not only Elphaba’s hands, but the smell of burning. “Oh! Elphie, the cookies!”
Elphaba stepped back as the blonde raced to the oven, pulling it open to reveal a cloud of smoke that curled into the air above her head. “I’m sorry, Galinda. I shouldn’t have been distracting you.”
Galinda didn’t respond, too concerned with finding potholders and retrieving the tray of black cookies from the oven. “They’re ruined.” Elphaba was surprised to see tears in her eyes. “I was making them for you, Elphie, and now they’re ruined. I’ll have to make more.”
“You don’t have to.” Elphaba closed and turned off the oven before taking her place behind Galinda, looping her arms around the blonde’s waist and pressing a light kiss to her cheek. “Why don’t we go into town and get ice cream. My treat?” When Galinda shook her head, Elphaba held her tighter and kept talking. “I’ll run to the main kitchen, then, and see if I can’t snag a couple of cookies. Those chocolate ones you like so much.”
“But Elphie,” Galinda replied, her voice dangerously close to a sob, “I was making my cookies with love.”
Elphaba laughed softly, running a hand over the soft blonde curls. “Of course you were, my pretty.” She reached around the blonde to pick up one of the burnt cookies, wincing at the heat against her fingers. “I’m sure they’re wonderful.” The green girl blew on it to cool it down and then bit it gingerly, forcing a smile for Galinda.
“You’re actually going to eat that?”
“I don’t see why not.”
“Doesn’t it taste awful?”
“Like charcoal.” Elphaba grinned. “But you made it, my sweet, and that’s all that matters.”