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Glinda can’t quite believe her eyes when she first sees her.
Elphaba’s silhouette is clear behind the glass doors of her balcony. She’s dressed in black, but her hat is long gone, and she’s smiling at Glinda with that crooked smile that makes her stomach flip. (It took her the longest time to figure out what this feeling meant, but she knows now. She’s in love with Elphaba.)
Glinda pinches her arm just to make sure she’s not dreaming again. Elphaba only told Glinda to hold out for her, but didn’t mention any specific date of when she’d come to the Emerald City to visit. Frankly, Glinda's simply been left behind too many times, so she had her doubts about Elphaba keeping her word. But here she is, a beautiful mixture of the green of her skin and the black of her clothes as the city lights dance behind her.
“Elphie!” Glinda squeals as she springs to her feet, heading toward the door to let Elphaba in before anyone spots her. The breeze entering the room flusters Glinda, and she closes the doors once Elphaba steps in. “I can’t believe you’re here. You surprised me!”
“A good surprise, I hope,” Elphaba says as she turns to face Glinda fully. She looks even more beautiful up close.
“Yes, you silly,” Glinda says. Unable to hold back anymore, she throws her arms around Elphaba and pulls her close, smelling an earthy scent that calms her like nothing else. “It’s been far too long since I last saw you.”
“Glinda, it’s been only a few days.”
Elphaba may be right – she left the hideoteous wasteland Elphaba calls home not too long ago, but every waking moment without Elphaba since has felt like prolonged torture. “A few days too long. I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” Elphaba admits, and the words warm Glinda’s heart.
When she pulls back from the hug to meet Elphaba’s eyes, she can tell that Elphaba’s studying her face almost expectantly. They did kiss and confess their undying (romantical!) love for each other the last time they met, after all! Glinda suddenly feels shy (a sentiment she isn’t plagued with too often) under Elphaba’s gaze. Her eyes flicker to green lips; she wants to feel their softness against hers again, to taste and feel until she doesn’t know where she ends and Elphaba begins.
“Elphie?”
“Yes, my sweet?”
The words make Glinda’s breath catch in her throat. “I think you should kiss me again.”
Elphaba doesn’t need to be told twice. In an instant, her lips are gliding between Glinda’s as she pulls Glinda closer by the waist.
Glinda lets out a content hum because yes, finally, they’re kissing, really kissing, without tears or desert sand or questions about whether Elphie will ever set foot back in Oz. She wraps her arms around Elphaba’s neck to pull her immensely closer as she opens her mouth to meet Elphaba’s tongue.
Kissing Elphaba is unlike kissing anyone else, she thinks. Before Elphie – with boys – kissing felt like a chore. Something to tick off a list. Something to do to accomplish the bigger picture – all her flirting and flouncing had nothing to do with the boy in question. But when her lips move against Elphaba’s, she can’t think of anything else other than how much she just wants to continue kissing her.
She used to find boys’ tongues touching hers absolutely disgusticifying too, with too much spit and movement. She’d always let out a flirty giggle and pull away when things got too heavy and uncomfortable. But with Elphaba, all Glinda can think about is being close to her, even as their mouths move together and spit mix and tongues push against each other.
Her entire body feels like it’s on fire. Her head is dizzy, her stomach is fluttering, her legs will most certainly give out soon. There’s a burning need between her thighs, and she wants to grind against Elphaba, to feel Elphaba against her. She must look disheveled since she's practically eating Elphaba’s face as their teeth clash together and yet despite it all, she's unable to stop kissing her.
An involuntary whine leaves her mouth when Elphaba pulls back slightly to meet her eyes. Glinda searches her face for any sign of discomfort, for a hint that she’s gone too far, but Elphaba simply looks at her with warmth and… what Glinda hopes is desire.
“Glinda…”
“Please tell me you want me like this, Elphie.”
“I want you,” Elphaba breathes out, the words only adding to the heat Glinda feels. “So much. If you’re ready to…”
“Oh, I am so ready, Elphie. I promise!” Glinda assures Elphaba. She had meant for it to be stern and composed, but it comes out as slightly whiny instead. “I’ve never been this ready!”
Before Glinda can second-guess herself, she’s grabbed Elphaba’s hand and is dragging her upstairs. In her giddiness, she nearly trips on her long nightgown once or twice but doesn’t let that hinder her – she is taking Elphaba upstairs, even if it’s only to give her a tour (she doesn't dare assume more)!
To Glinda’s credit, Elphaba also seems flustered even through her smirk.
“So, this is my bedroom,” Glinda states. Elphie’s eyes scan the room, from its high ceilings and its endless pink objects scattered around… until she fixates her gaze on something behind Glinda that’s obviously caught her attention “What are you looking at?”
“I see my hat has found a new home,” Elphaba points out and nods toward Glinda’s bed.
Glinda turns around and sees the hat on top of one of the pillows, the same pillow that has Elphaba’s green bottle lying underneath it. She generally doesn’t sleep on that side of the bed – she keeps it as Elphaba’s side, has done so ever since Elphaba disappeared for the last time. It’s the left side, the same side Elphaba would take when they’d sleep in the same bed at Shiz. For a moment, she wonders if she should play it off, but she ends up shrugging instead. “It’s your side.”
Realization dawns on Elphaba’s face and a smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Elphie,” Glinda says. “Now, come.”
She pulls Elphaba onto the bed and gently pushes her by her chest until she’s lying down, looking at Glinda with surprise in her eyes. Glinda can’t help but to smile back. She takes a breath and drags her nightgown up over her knees and gets on top of Elphaba, legs straddling Elphaba’s hips before she brings their lips together again.
“You… taste… so… good,” she tells Elphaba while she’s still able to break away for short moments to speak. She knows she’ll soon be in too deep, unable to stop kissing Elphaba even for a moment. Her hands slightly shaking, she brings them to Elphaba’s shoulders and slides her palms up and down Elphaba’s arms, reveling in the feeling of defined muscles beneath the fabric.
Oz, she wants to touch Elphie everywhere, to feel Elphie’s soft skin against hers. She moves her lips to Elphaba’s jaw and then continues her descent to Elpahaba’s neck and feels the heartbeat underneath her skin; she enjoys the way Elphaba’s pulse clearly quickens at the development.
Elphaba’s hands grip Glinda’s hips as Glinda sucks at the skin behind Elphaba’s ear, causing her to inhale sharply. “Glinda…”
“Yes?”
“That feels so good.”
“You feel so good,” Glinda admits against Elphaba’s neck. She considers her next words for a clock-tick before continuing, “I’ve never felt this way before, Elphie.”
“Not even with–”
“No,” she responds before Elphaba even has time to ask. “Never.” She pauses. “Only you.”
“Come here,” Elphaba tells her, and their lips meet again.
Glinda feels nervous, almost as if she’s doing this for the first time. She brings one of her hands to Elphaba’s chest and squeezes there lightly. Elphaba’s chest is so incredibly soft and Elphaba lets out a strangled yes, and it encourages Glinda to palm her breast with more fervor.
She almost doesn’t notice Elphaba’s fingers playing with the bunched-up hem of her nightgown until gentle hands start stroking up and down her thighs. When one of Elphaba’s hands moves to her inner thigh, Glinda’s breath catches in her throat. This is really happening.
“Is this okay?” Elphaba asks against her lips.
Glinda nods and mutters a yes before Elphaba drags her fingers up ever-so-slowly. Elphie’s fingers don’t even make it to the apex of her thighs before she mutters, “You’re so wet, my sweet.”
Oh. Glinda wasn’t even conscious of that, but now she can feel the clinginess of her underwear stuck to her cunt. She feels her face get hot, the thought of seeming too eager mortifying. “I… uhm.”
“I love it,” Elphaba tells her, and the feeling of shame leaves Glinda as quickly as it came. “May I take care of you? Make you feel good?”
“Ye-ah,” she lets out and nods vigorously, trying to keep her breathing even. “Yeah, that’s… That’s okay.”
In one swift motion, Elphaba flips them, and Glinda’s back hits the mattress. It’s thrillifying, the way Elphaba switches their positions with such ease. Glinda watches with her mouth open as Elphaba discards most of her clothes, her black garments disappearing somewhere onto the floor. Elphaba is left wearing only her underwear and a top, her thighs and arms on full display.
Glinda gasps and pulls Elphie closer, running her hands over newly exposed skin before biting her lip and whispering, “You’re so beautiful.” She can tell that something self-deprecating is on the tip of Elphaba’s tongue, so she brings her index finger to green lips. “If you dare disagree with me, you’ll lose your bedroom privileges.”
Dark brows rise in surprise, but in the end, Elphaba ends up letting out a small laugh. She kisses Glinda’s raised finger before bringing her hand back between Glinda’s legs. When Elphaba’s fingers touch the soaked fabric, Glinda flinches for a second before relaxing to the touch, the closeness of Elphaba dizzifying.
Elphaba studies Glinda’s face as she moves her fingers back and forth, spreading slick everywhere. Glinda has never been this utterly ruined from only being touched through her underwear, and when Elphaba’s touch reaches high enough to brush against her clit, she gasps.
Elphaba catches Glinda’s breath by bringing their lips together into a searing kiss, all the while continuing to tease through the fabric. They go like that for a while until Glinda can’t take it anymore and pulls back.
“What are you—” Elphaba starts, but the words die on her lips as Glinda pulls down her panties (possibly with more aggression than necessary), followed by her nightgown. When she’s fully naked in front of Elphaba, her clothes joining Elphaba’s on the floor, Elphaba’s expression makes Glinda blush all over again.
“Sorry. Continue,” Glinda tells her and gets back into position underneath Elphaba. Elphaba looks at her amused but doesn’t argue, her fingers carefully running the length of Glinda’s slit.
And does it feel wonderful! Glinda swears she’s never been touched like this before, not by herself or by anyone else’s hand, because Elphaba’s soft touch between her legs might as well be magic. She can’t help but to let out sounds she didn’t know she was capable of making as Elphaba eventually moves up to play with her clit.
“Oh, Elphie. That’s… that’s so fucking good. Oz, how do you–?”
Elphaba kisses her on the mouth one last time, her lips moving to Glinda’s cheek and neck. “Can I taste you?” Elphaba whispers, and Glinda thinks she might pass out. She manages a nod but doesn’t speak, afraid that her words will fail her.
She watches Elphaba lower herself down her body, taking her sweet time kissing Glinda’s chest. A few uncontrolled whines escape from her as Elphaba swirls her tongue around each of her nipples. When Elphaba’s kissing her stomach, Glinda forgets to breathe for a moment, the anticipation too great.
And then, Elphaba traces her tongue from the bottom to the top of her slit. Glinda’s eyes squeeze shut and she lets out a wail. When she forces herself to open her eyes and look down, nothing prepares her for Elphaba’s green eyes staring back at her with a hunger she’s never seen in them. “Oh, Elphie, please… Please…”
She tangles her fingers into Elphaba’s braids and guides Elphaba by gently holding on to her head. She tells her to try different techniques, something she hasn’t even bothered herself with with previous lovers. Elphaba starts circling her clit with her tongue, and Glinda’s breath picks up. She realizes she’s headed towards something she’s only ever experienced by her own hand.
Elphaba’s eyes are on her, never breaking contact as she moves her tongue between Glinda’s legs, and it’s almost too much. She moves a beautifully toned arm over Glinda’s torso to play with her nipple, and the sensation gets too much and pushes Glinda over the edge.
Her orgasm rips through her. It leaves her completely speechless, breathing heavily, her eyes staring at the ceiling and her hand gripping one of Elphaba’s. She can’t believe it, any of it. The amount of pleasure she felt cannot possibly be put into words; she simply feels too amazing.
“Good?” Elphaba asks her, still awfully smug between Glinda’s legs.
“Come here,” Glinda responds, because it’s been far too long since Elphaba kissed her on the mouth. She pulls Elphaba back up on top of her and kisses her, tasting her own saltiness on Elphaba’s tongue. “Better than good. That was absolutely amazing.”
The kisses continue, slow and languid until they become open-mouthed and heated again. She’s unable to keep her hands to herself; she wants to touch Elphaba everywhere, and the tips of her fingers run over Elphaba’s partially clothed body. She wants to see Elphaba fall apart under her touch. “I want to hear you, Elphie,” she whispers against Elphaba’s lips as her thumb brushes over a clothed nipple. “I want to feel you. I wanna see you come apart.” She squeezes Elphaba’s ass, causing Elphaba to gasp into her mouth. She’s never wanted to just give someone pleasure like this, without any other agenda or a sense of duty.
“Galinda–”
“Yes,” she responds. She wants them to be just Elphie and Galinda in this moment. “You can call me that. And I’ll do anything you’d like. Anything, Elphie.”
Elphaba swears and it sends another jolt of arousal between Glinda’s legs. Her wide green eyes search Glinda’s face for something. But Glinda can’t wait any longer and reverses their position yet again until she’s looking down at Elphaba and at how her beautiful braids halo her head as her chest rises and falls rapidly.
“Elphie, baby…” she says without thinking as she cradles Elphie’s face with her hand and strokes her cheekbone with her thumb. “You’re breathtaking.”
Elphaba does half of an incredulous eye-roll. “Says you.”
“Yes, I do say,” she agrees. “Now. Is there anything you’d really like me to try?” She feels almost shy all of a sudden, her lower lip finding its way between her teeth. She really wants this to be good for Elphaba, as good as it’s been for her.
Elphaba looks unsure, as if she’s not sure what to say. Glinda doesn’t think she’s seen her like this too many times – Elphaba’s always ready to talk, to state her opinion on anything.
“We don’t have to do anything else if you don’t want to,” she lets Elphaba know.
“No, I… I want to.” Elphaba looks lost in thought, even when she guides Glinda’s hand between her legs. “You can touch me here.”
Glinda thinks she might pass out, but she tells herself to focus. “Yes, I can definitely do that,” she says as she strokes Elphaba’s center through black underwear. It only takes her a clock-tick to realize that Elphaba’s panties are wet through and through; that Elphaba is incredibly aroused because of her. “Fuck, Elphie.”
She crashes their lips together, and her hand never leaves Elphaba’s center. The way Elphaba whines as Glinda palms her over her underwear makes Glinda lightheaded, as if something this perfect can’t possibly be happening to her, not after everything.
“That feels… so good.”
“Yes, tell me,” she responds. “And let me hear you. You sound so good.” She palms Elphaba again, her hand pressing against Elphaba’s clit and pulling out another groan. “So sexy.”
She kisses Elphaba, her lips descending to Elphie’s neck and pressing kisses there for a moment before moving back to Elphie’s mouth. She swirls her tongue gently against Elphaba’s, making sure it’s not too much or all over the place, all while she focuses on the movement of her hand. She’s now concentrating on the top of Elphaba’s center; Elphaba makes the most noise when Glinda touches her there.
“Do you…” Elphaba starts as Glinda pulls back for air. “Do you want to–”
“YES,” Glinda immediately says.
“You didn’t even let me finish my sentence!”
“Doesn’t matter. I want it all,” Glinda responds as Elphaba catches her breath. She presses a kiss on Elphaba’s neck. “I wanna touch you.” Another kiss. “I wanna taste you...”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She ensures, adamant about it, to make sure Elphaba knows how serious she is. “Most definitely.”
Elphaba seems to ponder on it for a moment, but then nods eagerly. “Yes. Taste me. If you want.”
Glinda nods and positions herself between Elphaba’s legs before bringing her fingers toy with the elastic of black panties. With a last look of confirmation, she finally strips Elphaba of her panties and leaves her naked from the waist down. For a moment, Glinda’s brain short-circuits. Elphaba is in front of her, legs open wide, chest falling up and down rapidly. The color of the hair between her legs matches her head, and much like her tongue and the rest of her mouth, Elphaba’s labia is actually pink; it goes great with all the green if she does say so herself.
Glinda also notices that Elphaba is visibly wet. She fights the urge to groan and gets on her stomach, stroking green thighs as she adjusts her position. She kisses the top of Elphaba’s inner thighs first, hoping that Elphaba likes it. Only when Elphaba lets out a hoarse please does Glinda bring her tongue to Elphaba’s dripping core, Elphaba’s taste tangy on her tongue.
Glinda licks all the way from the bottom to the top of Elphaba’s slit, where she finally makes contact with Elphaba’s engorged clit. It’s bigger than Glinda’s, and Glinda loves it. She cups her lips around it and sucks it into her mouth, savoring the way Elphaba groans and tangles her fingers in Glinda’s hair. Glinda teases the clit between her lips with her tongue, and when she looks up, Elphaba, with her mouth open and pupils blown wide, locks their eyes together. Seeing Elphaba like this while tasting and touching her makes Glinda aroused all over again, but she forces herself to focus on the matter at hand. Elphie.
“That… that feels so good,” Elphaba tells her, her voice low.
Glinda smiles internally and refuses to stop the movement of her tongue, snaking one of her hands to Elphaba’s entrance and raising her brows in question. Elphaba nods at her, desperate, before Glinda pushes a finger inside her. The mewl Elphaba makes is imprinted on her brain forever.
Elphaba is incredibly wet, and Glinda’s finger meets no resistance as she adjusts to the softness inside. She studies Elphaba’s expression as she pulls her finger out and adds another one; Elphaba lets out a shaky breath and nods furiously. Glinda tries pushing her fingers in and out a few times, but Elphaba seems to respond better to her curving her fingers upwards, so she does just that while flicking her tongue against Elphie’s clit.
She can’t believe she gets to see Elphie like this. On some level, she’s always wanted to, but she admitted her feelings for Elphie to herself only when it was too late. But now, Elphaba is writhing underneath her touch and making the most delicious sounds, unable to stay silent. It’s everything to Glinda.
“Galinda…” Elphaba breathes out as she meets her eyes again. “My sweet… I think I’m going to–”
Glinda keeps moving her fingers and tongue, and Elphaba stiffens before moaning deep and low. She sounds beautiful, on the thrones of pleasure as her walls clench around Glinda’s fingers. When Glinda’s sure she can’t prolong Elphaba’s orgasm more, she pulls her fingers out and crawls back up to press a kiss to Elphie’s lips.
Elphaba is breathing heavily, her eyes closed, and she blinks a few times and smiles at Glinda. “Hi.”
Glinda almost squeals in excitement – Elphie is so cute. “Hi, my Elphie. Did you enjoy that?”
Elphaba lets out a mixture of a laugh and a huff. “I– yes, definitely.”
“Good, because that means we can do it plenty more times.”
Elphaba laughs again and pulls Glinda into a kiss. It’s a wonderful kiss, but it also makes a tragic thought that has been creeping around in Glinda’s mind come to the surface. She pulls away from Elphaba’s mouth and hides her face in the crook of Elphaba’s neck, hoping that her wishes are easier to voice when she can’t see Elphie.
“Can you like… not go to that desert again?” Glinda pauses, but Elphaba doesn’t reply. “I understand if you don’t want to stay right here in the city because people aren’t ready for that yet, but you don’t have to go… to go all the way over there.”
“Oka–”
“I understand it might be an ideal place for Fiyero – there’s no one mistaking him for a bale of hay and eating him – but surely you don’t have to–”
“I said okay, Glinda. I won’t go all the way back.”
That makes Glinda open her eyes and look at Elphaba again. She’s not sure she’s heard correctly. “What?”
Elphaba smiles at her amusedly, as if there’s anything to be amused about in such a high-stakes situation. “I’ll stay in Oz.”
“Really?”
“I mean, I never enjoyed spending time in the middle of nowhere. I don’t know why you’d think I’d be eager to go back.”
Glinda feels her cheeks get hot again and shrugs. “I don’t know. But if you’re staying here, where would you like to live? I promise to do anything for you, Elphie. I mean anything.”
“You don’t have to,” Elphaba says, and Glinda knows better than to argue. “I’ll find somewhere. I’ve been thinking the outer border of Winkie Country.”
Glinda nods. The Wizard’s reign was never really strong there, meaning the propaganda about Elphaba never took root there either. It’d be a safe place, or safe enough, for Elphaba to lay low for a while. “And then you can visit me if you get lonely. And I can visit you.”
“I’ll be counting on it,” Elphaba responds, a lopsided smirk on her lips.
Glinda can hardly keep in an excited giggle. She’s feeling so utterly happy, her head in the clouds for the first time in forever. Elphie smiles back at her, her beam lazy and satisfied as she pushes a strand of Glinda’s hair behind her ear.
Everything’s going to be okay.