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“Shh,” Galinda presses a kiss against her temple as she squirms, the back of her head bumping against Galinda’s shoulder.
“Breathe,” Galinda whispers against her skin. Elphaba can feel her girlfriend smile against her cheek when she lets out an undignified whimper as she does as she’s told.
“Good girl,” Galinda praises. Elphaba scrunches her eyes closed but can’t help the shudder of pleasure that courses through her at the praise. She knows Galinda must notice; she’s pressed against her girlfriend’s chest, after all, but Galinda doesn’t comment, just squeezes her hand where her fingers are threaded through Elphaba’s own.
“Think she can take another one?” Fiyero emerges from under her skirt, where he’s been teasing her for what feels like hours. His hair is mussed attractively, and his lips are glistening as he grins up at them, and Elphaba wants nothing more than to kiss him, to taste herself on his lips. Heat settles into her core at the wicked thought.
“She can take it,” Galinda asserts confidently, reaching up to run a hand through Elphaba’s hair. “Isn’t that right, Elphie?” Galinda punctuates the question by running her fingers down Elphaba’s neck, over the swell of her breast, stopping to flick lightly at a nipple.
Elphaba bites her lip but nods, sucking in a sharp breath as Fiyero pinches the delicate skin of her thigh. “Words, love,” Fiyero reminds her, soothing the spot on her thigh with a kiss.
“That’s right,” Galinda agrees, hand still palming Elphaba’s breast. “Today’s lesson is about communication. You have to tell us what you want.”
It’s silent for a few moments, neither of her lovers moving or saying anything, until Elphaba finally manages, “I can take another one.” She swallows, feeling Galinda’s arms tighten around her. “Please,” she adds.
Galinda tilt’s Elphaba’s face towards her own, rewarding her with a kiss. Elphaba moans against her mouth as Fiyero’s tongue glides up her slit, circling her clit expertly. Galinda pinches her nipple in response.
Galinda’s hands resume their roaming, over her hair, her chest, her stomach, as Fiyero's tongue continues its own quest. Soon Elphaba is gasping, thighs shaking, as she feels the impending orgasm start to build. She tenses, anticipating the release, the fall over the cliff, when she hears Galinda order, “Stop.”
Elphaba can’t help it this time; she lets out a sob, turning her face into Galinda’s shoulder. This is the sixth time they’ve brought her to the edge, only to deny her at the last second.
Fiyero rubs her thigh soothingly, even as she feels his chuckle reverberate against her core. “Good,” Galinda praises, rubbing her arm. “So good for us.”
The only sound is Elphaba’s hitching breath, while Galinda and Fiyero wait until her breathing slows, pressing comforting kisses into her skin. After a few moments Fiyero crawls up to kiss Galinda over Elphaba’s shoulder, trapping Elphaba between them. Elphaba itches to wrap her arms around him, to pull him to kiss her, instead, but Galinda seems to anticipate this, threading her fingers through Elphaba’s and holding her in place.
“Uh uh,” Galinda tuts. “You want something, you ask.” She moans breathily as she kisses Fiyero again. “You taste so good, Elphie,” she comments offhandedly, as if she was discussing the pastry she had for breakfast.
“Please,” Elphaba whispers.
Glinda’s fingers squeeze hers. “Please what?”
“I want…” she trails off, hoping they’ll take pity on her, but her lovers are so, so patient in the bedroom, sometimes infuriatingly so. “I want Fiyero to kiss me,” she finally says, feeling her cheeks flush in embarrassment.
Galinda giggles, pressing a kiss to her head, as Fiyero gives her his trademark smirk. Elphaba feels herself melt against Galinda, even before Fiyero presses his lips to hers, only pulling back when she is squirming again. He catches her bottom lip between his teeth, and Elphaba can’t help but moan.
“Was that so hard?” Galinda asks as Fiyero slides back between her legs. Elphaba twitches in anticipation as he hooks her legs over his shoulders.
“Now,” Galinda continues, trailing her fingers up Elphaba’s arm teasingly. “You know how to end this,” she says, biting the skin where Elphaba’s shoulder meets her neck.
Fiyero resumes his ministrations with renewed vigor, and Elphaba feels herself quickly nearing the edge again. “You can do it,” Galinda whispers against her neck.
Elphaba whines. “I…I can’t,” she says, shaking her head against Galinda’s chest.
“You can,” Galinda insists, as Fiyero pats her thigh in agreement. “Don’t you want to be good for us?”
Elphaba sobs. She wants nothing more, nothing more than to do what they ask, to be good for them, these two first and only friends she has had in her entire existence. But years of pushing down her own wants and needs, of standing quietly in the shadows and accepting what she was given, instead of risking attention, a spectacle, instead of asking…
“Please,” Elphaba forces out, face hot with the effort it takes to force the words out. “Please, I want to come,” she manages, voice catching on the last word.
Galinda reaches around and toys with her nipples, encouraging her towards the edge. This time, Fiyero doesn’t stop, tongue working mercilessly on her clit until Elphaba comes with a cry, arching up off the bed, letting the waves of pleasure wash over her. Fiyero licks her through it, while Glinda rubs and kisses any exposed skin she can reach.
When Elphaba finally opens her eyes, feeling satiated and boneless, Fiyero is pressed against her back while Galinda is at her front, stroking her face gently. Elphaba smiles, leaning forward to kiss her lazily.
“That was…” Elphaba trails off with a sigh, looking for an appropriate adjective.
“Amazing? Incredible? Fantastic?” Fiyero offers.
She hums. “Perfection.”
Fiyero chuckles. “Just like you,” he replies fondly. “Both of you!” he amends quickly, at Galinda’s gasp of betrayal. Elphaba ducks her head into Galinda’s chest to hide her smile.
“Do you think she learned the lesson?” Fiyero asks, deftly changing the subject.
Galinda huffs, leaning forward to press her forehead against Elphaba’s. “Oh, I don’t know,” she says. “She’s quick study, but even the best students need to review.”