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“Elphaba Thropp, I know you’re out here. Just come in before the Monkeys spot you.”
Glinda glances around the balcony, searching for a glimpse of the Wicked Witch lurking in the night. Her heart gallops against her ribcage with emotion she can’t place. Fear? Yes, of course; Elphaba isn’t safe here, and the thought of anything happening to her…
But she is here. She has to be. Glass doesn’t crack on its own like that. And if she’s here, then she’s here to see Glinda, and that sets off a spark of anticipation the likes of which she hasn’t felt in…in years. Not since the last time Elphaba went out of her way to spend one short day with her.
Glinda’s breath catches as she turned to find the familiar silhouette standing tall and proud behind her.
“Elphie,” she breathes.
Glinda has dreamed of this moment for so long, has yearned so desperately for just a minute alone with Elphaba. She’s spent hours thinking of what she would say, envisioning how she would hold Elphie’s hands when she said it.
But now that the moment has finally come, she can’t summon the words. A lifetime of difference between them has been packed into the five years they’ve been apart, and the truth is, she doesn’t know if the woman in front of her is the same one who flew away from her all that time ago.
She looks so different. The stiff, awkward girl Glinda knew in school is gone, and in her place is someone who has blossomed into raw, breathtaking power. Even standing still, she exudes a natural confidence that Glinda had only briefly seen before they were separated.
It’s stunning.
“Do you think I would have come here if the Monkeys could spot me?” Elphaba takes a step forward, and her voice softens when she says, “I only have an hour before the spell wears off.”
Maybe she isn’t so different, then. The lighter timbre of Elphaba’s voice is all it takes for Glinda’s apprehension to snap like a dry twig, and she hurries to close the distance between them without a second thought. Elphaba’s arms seem to open automatically for her to leap into, and she hugs tight around the Witch’s neck.
Elphaba chuckles and nestles her face into Glinda’s hair. “Hi,” she whispers, and that single word is enough to bring tears to Glinda’s eyes.
“Hi,” she whispers back. She knows she should let go, but she’s barely able to force her hands to uncurl from where she’d twined them tightly into Elphaba’s braids. She pulls back just far enough to catch Elphaba’s mossy eyes. “What are you doing here?” Glinda says. “Are you all right?”
“I wanted to congratulate you.” Elphaba’s eyes flick down to Glinda’s bridal gown. There’s no bitterness in her voice, but Glinda can see the pain behind her eyes. “I figured this was the closest I could get to being there for your wedding.”
“I’m sorry,” Glinda whispers. She doesn’t know why she’s apologizing, exactly; Elphaba had never admitted her feelings for Fiyero, even if Glinda could see through the denial. But she’s sorry for much more than a wedding she hadn’t even planned, anyway, and she feels her throat closing as guilt creeps up from her chest. All she can think to say to convey that she isn’t having the time of her life while Elphie’s on the run is, “I don’t want it.”
Elphaba’s brow furrows. “You don’t want it?” she repeats. “You’ve been planning this since school.”
“I don’t want it anymore.” Glinda’s voice wavers, and she swallows as she stares at Elphaba. Her eyes trace the dim outlines of her features, and her chest aches with the knowledge that she may not see them again for another five years after this—if ever.
“What do you want, then?”
Glinda’s eyes drop to her hands, wrapped tight around Elphaba’s, and shakes her head as she brushes her thumbs over chapped, weatherworn knuckles. She knows what she wants, but how can she say it? Elphaba can’t stay, and she can’t take Glinda with her. Still, though, her heart reaches out so fervently for the other woman that Glinda’s not sure that the beating thing in her chest even belongs to her anymore. It’s Elphie’s; it’s been Elphie’s for years.
Elphaba’s head tilts, her brow furrowed, as a quiet, breathy cry escapes Glinda’s throat.
“Glinda?”
“You,” Glinda whispers. “I want you.”
She looks back up to see Elphaba’s brow lift, just slightly. She’s better at maintaining her composure than Glinda is, but she swears she can see the sheen of tears reflecting in Elphaba’s eyes.
“No, you don’t,” Elphaba murmurs. “That would ruin everything for you.”
“It would, wouldn’t it?” Glinda sniffs and laughs. “And yet, you’re all I’ve been thinking about since you left.”
Glinda can’t tear her eyes away from Elphaba’s as the Witch leans almost imperceptibly closer. Her breath picks up speed, and for a clock tick, she wonders if Elphaba could take her, wonders whether it would be worth the chaos it would incite throughout Oz.
“You’re about to be married.”
Elphaba’s voice comes out low and husky, and her words are a statement, but it almost sounds more like a warning. You’re about to be married, and this would be wrong. Wicked, even, Glinda thinks. But Elphaba’s face is only inches away from hers, and she doesn’t have the strength to resist.
Elphaba’s lips are deliciously warm, and softer than Glinda expects. She presses hard into them, knowing this can’t last even if Elphie wants it, too. It’s the only time she’ll ever get to feel this, and maybe it’s selfish—it’s definitely selfish—but what about the last five years of her life hasn’t been selfish? What’s one more act to pile onto the mountain?
Elphaba sighs and presses back, and a thrill shoots through Glinda’s chest. They kiss long and deep, mouths parted, melting into each other the way Glinda often imagined in her daydreams. But it doesn’t last as long as she’d like before Elphaba pulls away and touches her forehead to Glinda’s.
“We can’t,” she says quietly.
“We can,” Glinda pleads. “Just for now. Just for tonight.” She tilts her face until her lips are brushing Elphaba’s again. “Please.”
Elphaba’s breath puffs hot against Glinda’s mouth for just a heartbeat, and then she presses their lips together again. “Tell me what you want me to do,” she says. “Anything, and I’ll do it.”
“Take me,” Glinda begs. “Force yourself on me. Ravage me; I want to feel afraid.”
The request surprises Glinda as much as it clearly surprises Elphaba, but she means it. She’s never been afraid of Elphie, and she doesn’t think she ever will be, but she’s tired. She’s so tired of pretending everything is all right, tired of smiling, tired of playing the role she’s forced herself into. She wants to cry, and she wants to scream, and she wants Elphaba to make her do it. She could never trust anyone else that way.
“Glinda…”
Elphaba looks as if she might refuse, and Glinda knows she shouldn’t keep begging, but her hands slide up Elphaba’s arms and grip the fabric of her coat tight. “Please.”
Elphaba’s throat bobs as she swallows and glances down Glinda’s body. “How will I know if I’ve gone too far? You need to be able to tell me to stop.”
“I’ll just tell you to,” Glinda says. “That’s all. I won’t tell you to stop if I don’t want you to.” She hesitates, then adds, “I suppose I should try not to scream. I don’t want to alert the guards.”
“Don’t worry about that, my sweet,” Elphaba murmurs. She traces the knuckle of her first finger down Glinda’s cheek. “No one will be able to hear you scream.”
Glinda’s breath hitches, and a chill runs down her spine despite the warm weather. “Oz,” she whispers. “The—the spell?”
Elphaba nods and takes a step forward, forcing Glinda back just the slightest bit. “No one can see us,” she says, “and no one can hear us. At least until the hour’s up.”
Elphaba is no closer than they already have been—as close as they can get, really—but the proximity is already having a much stronger effect on Glinda. Her skin buzzes with it, as if the slight space between them is trying hard to draw them even nearer, as if the universe needs them to become one.
“You’re sure you want this?” Elphaba asks solemnly. One more opportunity to give her an out, to return to her quarters without having cheated on her fiancé with the Wicked Witch.
Glinda nods. “Yes,” she breathes. She shifts a little to clench her thighs together, already feeling warmth growing at her center. Lurline above, Elphaba has barely touched her and she’s already losing herself. When did her friend become so…so….
Elphaba pulls Glinda’s waist into her own body, pressing their fronts together to kiss her again, her lips harder and rougher this time. Glinda inhales sharply through her nose at the sudden contact and lets out a whimper from the back of her throat. Elphaba’s hand tightens around her waist at the sound, her nails catching on the fabric of her gown.
She likes it, the thought of Elphaba ruining her wedding dress. It’s horribly stiff, a shape she didn’t pick out for herself, and it may as well be a pair of shackles for all it represents. How tragic it would be, the people would think, for her wedding to be postponed due to a wardrobe malfunction.
Elphaba moves forward again, several steps this time, until Glinda’s back hits the wall between balcony doors. The emerald siding feels cool in contrast to the warmth of Elphaba’s hands sliding down her hips, of her lips leaving Glinda’s to brush across her jawline and down her neck, where her heart beats erratically in her throat.
Glinda gasps as Elphaba cocks a knee between her legs, pushing even closer to press her thigh against Glinda’s center. It’s almost too much—even through their clothes, the pressure wipes Glinda’s mind of all thought, and she leans her head back against the wall as Elphaba nips at the skin of her neck.
“Oh,” Glinda breathes, her mouth gaping when Elphaba grinds her thigh harder into her. Slowly, once, and then again, and Glinda’s legs would have buckled beneath her had she not been pinned so tightly to the wall.
Elphaba notices, and she slides a hand down to cup Glinda’s bottom and help hold her upright. “Steady, darling, or you won’t last,” she says. “We’re just getting started.”
“What are you going to do to me?” Glinda asks quietly. “Will you hurt me?”
Elphaba falters there, her mouth opening as if on instinct to say No, never, of course not. But she pauses and says instead, “Do you want me to?”
“Yes,” Glinda admits. She imagines Elphaba’s nails in her skin, a hand around her throat, and she shivers with anticipation. “Any way you want.”
“Swear you’ll tell me to stop if it hurts too much.”
“I will,” Glinda says. “I swear.”
Elphaba nods slowly. “You may want to take your dress off before I ruin it.”
Glinda’s heart skips a beat. She knows she should just do it, but where’s the fun in that? It’s not her fault if the Wicked Witch destroyed the only thing she could wear to her own wedding. And it’s so hard to care about anything else with Elphie in front of her.
“Do it,” she whispers. “Tear it apart; I hate it.”
Elphaba hums once, and the corner of her mouth turning up into a crooked smile is the only warning Glinda gets before the hem of the skirt bursts into flame. She gasps and tries to jump to the side where she can pat out the flames before they burn her, but Elphaba pushes her back against the wall with a hand on her chest.
Panic surges through for her for a moment, and for just that moment, she is truly scared. Her heart beats a frenzy under Elphaba’s palm until she realizes the fire isn’t touching her, and her chest continues to heave with adrenaline as the flames lick at the gown, spitting ashes and bits of charred fabric into the air, the embers lending the sky twice as many stars as they float up into the night.
The fear, however brief, feels incredible. It runs through Glinda’s veins like the fire engulfing her, and she can hardly contain herself as Elphaba runs her hands up the sides of her hips, her waist, following the path of bare skin the decimated dress leaves in its wake.
the only thing she’d put on under it is a scant little thong, just enough to help her feel properly covered among her wedding guests. She supposes she won’t even need that now.
“There,” Elphaba says. “Let me feel you, my sweet.”
She slips her hand down to rub the flat or her palm over the fabric, and she smirks when she feels the wetness seeping through. She curls her fingers against it, the smooth apex of her nails sweeping across Glinda’s erect clit through its covering.
Glinda shifts to try to press harder and whimpers as Elphaba takes her hand away again all too soon. “Elphaba,” she whines. “I need it.”
“You’ll have to wait,” Elphaba purrs into her ear. She wraps her hands around the backs of Glinda’s thighs and hitches them up to her waist, eliciting a startled yelp from Glinda as she loses the ground beneath her.
She can hardly breathe the way Elphaba’s chest is pressed so hard against hers, warm viridian lips at her throat, sharp nails pricking at the soft skin under her legs. Glinda wraps her arms around Elphaba’s neck, tangling her fingers in the wild braids to pull the Witch’s face up to her own.
Elphaba kisses her without hesitation, and Glinda moans as she feels teeth on her lower lip. A bite, and then a sweep of the tongue after to soothe. Another bite, and this time, Glinda tastes the familiar metallic tang that tells her Elphaba had broken skin.
It doesn’t hurt, not really. Glinda has chewed her own lip open out of anxiety enough to be familiar with the feeling, but for Elphie to have done it to her instead is electrifying. She catches Elphaba in another kiss, eager for her to taste it too, and pulls away to see with satisfaction the bright crimson stain in stark contrast to the earthy verdant skin.
Elphaba chuckles, and a strange sensation of magical warmth cradles Glinda’s leg as the hand holding it lifts to wipe the pad of a thumb over her lip. “That’s a good color on you,” Elphaba says. She trails her thumb across Glinda’s cheek, smearing the bead of blood down to her jawline.
“It’s not as good as green,” Glinda says between rapid, restless breaths. She twitches impatiently in Elphaba’s grasp. “Are you going to keep me trapped against this wall all night?”
“Maybe.” Elphaba takes her other hand out from under Glinda’s bottom, and the only thing holding her up now is the magic, fingerprinted with the distinctive feeling of Elphie. It’s almost as if she has extra hands—two to hold Glinda, and two to run firmly up her sides, her thumbs tracing along the edge of her ribcage to the bottom her breasts. “It’s just,” Elphaba says, “you look so pretty when you’re desperate.”
Glinda whimpers and wriggles again as Elphaba cups her tits and squeezes them, almost methodically avoiding her nipples. “Fuck, Elphie,” she gasps. “You are wicked, you mean old—”
“Shush.” Elphaba moves a hand up to her neck and wraps her fingers delicately around her throat. They press against Glinda’s bounding pulse, not hard enough to cut it off, but plenty to serve as a reminder that Elphaba could kill her. Easily. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
But she wouldn’t, and Glinda knows it well enough to challenge her.
“I wanted more,” she says, as if she isn’t already trembling with desire; as if she can even take much more without relief.
Elphaba’s hand shifts up to push Glinda’s chin up, the ball of her palm pressing just hard enough to block her airway. “What about this?” she says. “Is that enough for you?”
The innate sense of alarm accompanying the inability to breathe only serves to exhilarate Glinda further. She can’t respond to the question, so she pushes her hips into Elphaba’s middle instead, desperate to grind the aching sensation out of her clit.
“You do like that, then,” Elphaba says with a smirk. She kisses Glinda again with her hand firmly in place, and Glinda’s head buzzes as her need to breathe grows stronger. She’s just about to tap out when Elphaba releases her, leaving her panting against the Witch’s mouth.
Glinda blindly presses short, hot kisses to Elphaba’s lips between gasps, silently begging to help her finish. And, miraculously, she finally feels her back leave the wall as Elphaba wraps her arms around her thighs again to lift her away from it. She can still feel the telltale swirling of magic around her keeping her stable, but she can tell it’s Elphaba’s firm, sturdy arms keeping her weight aloft.
Glinda can’t tell where Elphaba is carrying her until she’s thrown down onto a plush surface that sinks slightly under the impact before floating back up. All she can see above her for a moment are the stars, until Elphaba follows her onto the bubble couch to straddle her.
Sweet Oz, Elphie is beautiful. Glinda has always known that, of course; even when they first met, she’d never seen anyone so stunning. But it’s been so long since she’s seen that face, since she’s really been able to stare at it the way she likes to (she would never stop staring if she didn’t have to, she’d decided long ago) that watching Elphaba lean over her now chokes her up more thoroughly than the hand around her throat had.
Tears well up in Glinda’s eyes. She’d gotten lost in the rush of being pushed around, and that arousal still throbs between her legs, but it’s really just dawning on her now that this is real. It’s not one of her countless nighttime fantasies. Elphaba is real, and she’s here catering to Glinda’s outlandish requests, and she looks very concerned now to see the tears falling down Glinda’s cheek.
“Hey,” Elphaba says softly, immediately dropping her act. “Are you all right? Did I hurt you?”
“I’m fine,” Glinda whispers. “I just—I’m so in love with you.”
Elphaba’s mouth gapes for a moment before she regains her bearings, and she laughs. “I suppose I’m not doing a very good job of making you feel afraid, am I?”
“Elphie,” Glinda complains.
“I’m in love with you, too,” Elphaba says quietly. “You do know that, right? I don’t want to hurt you. I never have.”
“I know.” It doesn’t matter how badly the yawning wound that Elphaba carved out in Glinda’s heart all those years ago aches and burns. Of course Elphie hadn’t meant to hurt her; of course she would never want to do it again. But if she gives in to this, to her heart’s desires rather than her carnal ones, it will hurt much worse than a few bites and bruises.
“Let me just make you feel good,” Elphaba continues. Her soft green eyes flit between Glinda’s as if searching for something in them. “We can talk after.”
Glinda nods, her breath caught in her throat. This, she thinks with a start, is scary. Before, with Elphaba’s hands rough on her body, playing the part of the Wicked Witch…that was safe. That was lust; it was fun. But now, with Elphaba’s mouth leaving gentle, featherlight kisses across her bare skin, Glinda has to face the fact that the woman on top of her is the only thing that will ever make her truly happy again, and it will all be over in less than an hour.
But for now, Elphaba’s hands are running the length of her body, her nails scratching soothingly along her hips, her sides, her ribs. Her heart pounds beneath Elphie’s lips as she nips and sucks at her breasts, forcing her breath to hitch with every scrape of the teeth against her nipples.
And then there’s a hand at the hem of her panties, and Elphaba slips her fingers beneath the fabric to touch Glinda at her core. She can feel how easily Elphaba’s fingers slip through the slick around her pussy as she rubs down through the folds, the pad of her thumb brushing rhythmically just above the clit.
Glinda moans and reaches for the hand Elphaba still has around her waist. She curls her fingers around it, and Elphaba lets go to twine her own fingers through them. “Elphie,” she breathes. “Harder.”
Elphaba hums in acknowledgment and presses down with her thumb, and Glinda sucks her breath in as her toes curl with pleasure. “Good girl,” Elphaba coos. She pinches the base of Glinda’s clit between her thumb and her first knuckle. “Breathe, my sweet.”
Glinda pushes her breath out with a whine, her thighs twitching as Elphaba rubs at the swollen nub. She pushes her hips harder against Elphie’s hand, earning her a fond chuckle from the Witch. “You’re already close, aren’t you, darling?”
“Mhm.” The terms of endearment spur on Glinda’s ardor, and she’s reduced to wordless gasps and whimpers as Elphaba brings her closer to the edge. She reaches out with her free hand to grasp at Elphaba’s arm, which ripples with unfamiliar musculature as Elphie expertly moves her fingers around Glinda’s clit.
It’s all too much. Even as Glinda breathes at Elphaba’s instruction, it doesn’t feel like she’s breathing air anymore. It’s love, so utterly saturated that she can’t feel anything else. Elphie is all around her, on top of her, inside her lungs. She’s the breeze on a still night, the flame in a cold winter’s hearth. She’s everything, and fresh tears squeeze from Glinda’s eyes as Elphaba guides her into the purest ecstasy she’s ever felt.
“Oh, my love,” Elphaba says. She brings Glinda’s hand to her face to kiss it as she eases her down from her orgasm. “You’re all right; I’ve got you.”
Glinda draws in a deep breath to steady her weak, trembling body, and when she finally manages to crack her eyes open again, warmth blooms in her chest to find Elphaba staring down at her with adoration.
“Elphie,” Glinda whispers. “Elphie.” She says the name like it’s a spell, like if she repeats it enough, Elphaba could stay beside her forever. She doesn’t bother to wipe the tears from her face before pushing herself up to wrap an arm around Elphaba’s neck and kiss her. A sturdy arm hooks around her back to hold her against Elphaba’s body, and every inch of her buzzes with a deep need to keep the contact.
And she keeps pushing and pushing, landing fervent kisses on Elphaba’s mouth, until she’s the one leaning on top. She can tell Elphaba hadn’t expected her to keep going like this, but the desperate curve of her brow indicates that she wants it, too.
Glinda thrusts an arm under Elphaba’s overcoat to feel up her leg, hiking the ragged hem higher until Elphaba stops her with both hands on her arms. “Glinda,” she says. “You don’t have to.”
Glinda stares at her, mouth parted with surprise. “I want to,” she says. “But if—if you don’t…”
“I do,” Elphaba says quickly. “I just…I don’t want to lose what little time we have to talk. I want to know everything about you that I’ve missed.”
“You haven’t missed anything,” Glinda whispers. “I haven’t even been me. Not since you left.”
Glinda doesn’t think she’s ever seen Elphaba’s eyes so sad before, and she immediately regrets her words. “I don’t blame you,” she adds hastily. “You did what you had to do. I just wish—if I had been a little stronger—”
She swallows hard as Elphaba’s hands shift to cup her face between them. “I haven’t been myself without you, either,” she says, her voice hushed. There’s a long period of silence as they watch each other, waiting for the other to say something—to make an offer.
Glinda can’t do it. She can’t ask Elphie to stay, not after everything she’s been through. She knows her precious friend could never reconcile with what the Wizard has done. But she can’t ask to go, either, knowing what a burden she might become. All of Oz would assume she’d been kidnapped, and the danger Elphaba has been living in would multiply tenfold.
So, she feels faint when Elphaba opens her mouth and says, “Come with me.”
The same words she’d uttered all those years ago; the ones that regularly replay in Glinda’s head when she dreams about a better, braver version of herself. She never thought she’d hear them again.
“I—I couldn’t help you out there,” she warns. “I would only make things harder.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Elphaba says. “It’s already hard. I was wrong before; having you with me isn’t about what we could do together. It’s about what we could be. For each other.”
Glinda’s heart flutters like a trapped bird in her chest. “You’re sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” Elphaba takes a shaky breath in, and for a moment, she looks as young and vulnerable as she had when they were in school. “I love you, Glinda, and I’ve missed you too much. Will you come with me?”
Glinda lets out a breathy laugh. “Yes,” she says, and she kisses Elphaba’s cheek. “Yes!” She peppers kisses all across Elphaba’s face, and her heart swells as the Witch laughs joyfully beneath her.
“Elphie,” Glinda says, “please let me fuck you in the bubble before we have to leave it behind.”
Elphaba chuckles. “I won’t say no, but why the bubble?”
“Because we’re already here, of course,” Glinda says. “And it floats. Have you ever had sex in the sky?”
“Can’t say I have,” Elphaba says. “Have you?”
“No, which is why we have to now. We can’t do it on your broom!”
It feels absurd. It is absurd, Glinda realizes, to be having this conversation with Elphie; to be having it with joy in her heart. When was the last time she felt the urge to do something silly, lighthearted and fun, just because? Glinda the Good doesn’t do that. But Galinda Upland…it almost feels like that naïve, excitable girl has taken a new breath in Elphie’s presence.
“All right,” Elphaba agrees with a fond smile. “Go ahead; I would love for you to fuck me in the bubble.”
Glinda giggles and kisses Elphaba again before reaching down to click the bubble on. It bathes them in iridescent pink where the soft balcony light shines through, and the couch lifts off from its place beneath them.
When Glinda turns her sights back on Elphaba, those adoring eyes are still watching her as if she can’t tear them away, and it’s all Glinda can do not to jump directly onto her. Instead, she reaches for the buttons on Elphaba’s overcoat and undoes them one by one, gradually revealing the swath of green skin above a deep-cut shirt until she can push the coat off of Elphaba’s shoulders.
“Elphaba Thropp,” Glinda says, pausing to kiss a viridian collarbone, “has anyone ever told you that you wear too many layers?”
Elphaba chuckles. “You did,” she says. “Years ago.”
“I stand by it.” Glinda slips her hands under Elphaba’s shirt as the coat falls and pools around her hips. Elphaba’s body is taut and toned where Glinda couldn’t see it before, and the muscles of her stomach twitch under her touch. “Oz,” Glinda breathes. “You’ve gotten so strong.”
“Something of a necessity when you’re on the run.” Elphaba’s abs flex beneath Glinda’s fingertips as she pushes herself up to bring her face closer to Glinda’s. “Now, darling, are you just going to keep a running commentary on my body, or are you going to have your way with me?”
Glinda’s face burns as new heat blooms between her legs. Great Oz, how is she supposed to focus on pleasing Elphie when everything the Witch does so easily turns her on? She shoved her own urges down and closes the gap between them, perhaps a bit more forcefully than she’d meant, and pushes so deep into the kiss that Elphaba falls back down onto her elbows.
She tugs the hem of Elphaba’s shirt up as they kiss and only parts for a brief moment to pull the clothing off over her head before returning to Elphaba’s mouth. Her hands search for the clasp of a bra to pull off as well, but she’s delighted to find that Elphaba hadn’t been wearing one to begin with.
The pants, though. The boots and pants would be challenging to get off on the small bubble couch, especially now that it floated much too high above the ground to embrace recklessness. Glinda decides to worry about it when they really need to come off, and she swings a leg over Elphaba’s thigh to give her better access to her center—and, she’ll admit, to give herself something to grind on.
Glinda runs her hand over the crotch of Elphaba’s pants, which are thick enough that she can’t feel the sex through them, but Elphaba can certainly feel her. She sucks in a breath through her teeth as her body tenses, and a sly smile spreads across Glinda’s face.
“Oh,” she says. “You’re sensitive.”
“Says the girl who nearly came just from a hand around her throat,” Elphaba teases back, but it loses its power with the way her breath is already coming hotter and heavier than it was a moment ago.
Glinda hums and rubs her knuckles over Elphaba’s clothed pussy again, forcing another gasp out of the Witch. She giggles and leans down to kiss Elphaba’s neck and chest, relishing in the way she twitches and moans with every touch.
“Can I bite you?” Glinda asks, hovering near Elphaba’s neck, and her answer comes with a wordless, breathless nod. She kisses at the soft skin below Elphaba’s jaw and peppers them down her neck until she finds a spot where she can feel the racing pulse beneath the skin, and she bites.
“Fuck, Glinda,” Elphaba gasps. Her hand curls into a fist in Glinda’s hair, and Glinda moans into Elphaba’s skin at the sharp tugging sensation. She pulls the skin into her mouth, sucking and nipping until she’s sure it’ll leave a mark, and then she shifts to leave another one on Elphaba’s chest.
Her hands stay busy, too, pulling the buttons of Elphaba’s pants open so urgently that she’s worried for a moment they’ll pop right off. But she needs to feel it, and she pushes her hand hard past the bush of coarse, curly hair beneath Elphaba’s underwear to the soft, wet folds below.
Glinda pulls her mouth away from Elphaba’s skin to watch the way her head falls back with a heavy breath. “Oh, Elphie,” Glinda sighs. She swirls a finger idly around Elphaba’s entrance, teasing but not diving in yet. “You’re the prettiest thing in the world.”
Elphaba moans in response. “Galinda,” she breathes. “Please.”
Glinda’s heart skips at the use of her birth name, and she grinds her pussy against Elphaba’s leg to relieve the fresh wave of arousal. “Do you want me to stay here?” Glinda asks breathlessly. “Or do you want me to get your pants off and put my tongue in you?”
“Oz—yes,” Elphaba grows even wetter around Glinda’s fingers, and she can’t help the rush of pride that comes with it. “I want you, my sweet.”
Still, Elphaba whimpers when Glinda pulls her hand away as if she can’t stand the loss of contact. “Just a second, my love,” Glinda soothes. She reluctantly leaves her spot on Elphaba’s thigh to work the Witch’s boots off before grasping the hem of her pants. “Lift your hips for me?”
Elphaba does, and Glinda wiggles the tight piece of clothing down until she can finally free it, and then does the same for the simple black underwear.
“There you are,” Glinda breathes. She touches between Elphaba’s legs, and they open willingly for her to kneel between them. She kisses the sensitive skin on the inside of a thigh and hums with satisfaction as Elphaba twitches with each touch. She guides the leg over her shoulder to ensure it stays out of the way, and she reverently brushes a thumb over Elphaba’s bare pussy, just revealing the slick pink flesh inside.
Elphaba’s knee tightens against Glinda’s shoulder, her breath coming quick with anticipation. Glinda can hardly hold back, but she wants to look for a moment at the perfect anatomy in front of her. Elphaba’s clit is visibly swollen with arousal, and it’s so much more prominent than Glinda expected, almost like a miniature cock. It’ll be so easy to take that into her mouth, she thinks—but not quite yet.
She starts with her fingers, wetting them with Elphie’s slick before ghosting them over her clit. Just the slightest touch sends a wave through Elphaba’s body, and Glinda shivers at the thought of watching her come.
She brushes her thumb slowly over Elphaba’s clit again, careful not to give her too much too soon, and leans in to run the flat of her tongue up Elphaba’s pussy. It elicits a low moan from the Witch, and a hand tangles through her hair to hold her in place. She licks again with the tip of her tongue this time, running it through the folds and inching ever closer to the center as she rubs her thumb in circles around the base of Elphaba’s clit.
“Glinda,” Elphaba pants. “Glinda.”
Her name sounds so sweet on Elphie’s enamored tongue, and Glinda responds by pushing her own tongue inside. She can feel Elphaba flex around her as she curls her tongue up against her walls, lapping at a particularly tender spot in time with the movement of her thumb.
“Oh,” Elphaba gasps. Glinda feels a hand wrap around her wrist, sharp nails digging into her skin as Elphaba approaches release.
Glinda eases herself out of Elphaba, bringing a dripping mess out with her, and switches with herself to slip two fingers into Elphaba’s pussy before trailing her tongue once around her clit. “Beautiful,” Glinda whispers. She kisses the swollen member. “You’re so beautiful, Elphie.”
Elphaba’s chest heaves as Glinda closes her mouth around the clit, flicking it with the tip of her tongue and sucking on it as she pumps her fingers inside. Elphaba is so close she can taste it, and the cry that she releases with her orgasm may be most satisfying thing Glinda has ever heard.
She pulls her lips from Elphaba’s clit with a pop and drags her tongue slowly over it to ease her down.
“Fuck,” Elphaba pants. “Fuck, that was…”
“Good?” Glinda offers with an ardent smile.
“Incredible.” Elphaba cups Glinda’s cheek and guides her up between her legs. “I love you.”
Glinda meets Elphaba’s lips with a slow, passionate kiss. “I love you,” she whispers. “So much.” She’s practically lying on top of Elphaba already, and she’s exhausted, so she settles her weight over Elphaba’s chest. An arm wraps around her waist to scratch her back, and she lets her eyes fall closed at the relaxing sensation.
“Don’t fall asleep,” Elphaba says warmly. “You still have to steer this thing back.”
“But you’re so comfortable,” Glinda teases. She pauses and traces a finger up and down Elphaba’s bare shoulder. “You were serious, right? About letting me leave with you?”
“Of course I was.” Elphaba rakes her fingers through Glinda’s hair. “You haven’t changed your mind, have you?”
“Never,” Glinda says. “I just wanted to make sure. I don’t ever want to be farther apart from you than this. Never again. I don’t think I’d survive it.”
“Oh, I’ve missed your hyperbole,” Elphaba chuckles. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll never stop wanting you at my side.” She presses her lips to the top of Glinda’s head. “Now, are you ready to get some clothes on and get out of here?”
Glinda laughs and cranes her neck to plant a kiss on Elphaba’s lips. She’ll have to get used to being able to do that whenever she wants. “I’ve been ready for years,” she says.