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Elphaba didn’t know how they had ended up like this, pressed together on his small cot - so small and thin it definitely didn’t have the right to be called a bed.
Well, logically - rationally - he knew how. But emotionally it was a different story.
And he only had himself to blame.
They had never gotten the crack in the window fixed or replaced. It seemed as though they both accepted it as a representation for their relationship, or the lack thereof. Yes, Elphaba thought the fractured glass set perfectly in the middle of their room was the pure embodiment of their loathing. Because that’s what these burning feelings inside him must be; loathing, pure unadulterated loathing.
Yes, the excitement he felt whenever they got in each other’s faces was just the adrenaline caused by their shared hatred. What else could it be?
His loathing had broken the window after all on that first day, when Galinda’s incessant, selfish questions had provoked her magic.
And had also broken the screen of Galinda’s smart phone, whatever brand the rich blonde had. Elphaba didn’t know or care what the brand was, it could be an OzComm phone for all he cared. Which he didn’t! He still had a… somewhat outdated Greenberry cell with a physical keyboard. He genuinely preferred his two models old phone, especially after having to borrow Nessa’s once when his died.
No, Elphaba didn’t feel bad at all. Not for the window, not for the phone. It wasn’t regret he felt, or remorse.
It was stupidity. He felt like the world’s biggest fool when that storm came through.
Elphaba didn’t know that Gillikin was prone to thunderstorms, unlike Munchkin land that was either dry or humid from rains to wash away the seasonal droughts. Those storms were quieter, gentler, something you could curl up with a good book in a reading nook, where you could softly fall asleep as the words blur due to the pitter patter of rain.
So he wasn’t used to actual booming thunderstorms with strikes of lightning far too close for his liking. It wasn’t that he was scared. No, it was just so loud he couldn’t sleep.
Which meant he was tossing and turning, wide awake for the crash that happened next except this one wasn’t from lightning, it was a crash of glass followed by the most girlish scream he had ever heard, which somehow was louder than the thunder.
Elphaba whipped over and saw the glass door on Galinda’s side swung up letting the thick pelts of rain in and spreading glass all across the floor. He pulled his gaze to Galinda who was in her (heeled) slippers trying to close the door in vain. Elphaba couldn’t stand his roommate but he also couldn’t watch a girl struggle like this without helping. Ever since he first realized he was a he, he had sworn to be a good man, a gallant man nothing like this father.
Of course, being green made it difficult to be a gentleman when girls sometimes screamed and fled at the sight of him. It was even worse when they found out he was trans. At least he had been able to start hormones - perhaps made illegally in his childhood room, perhaps not - and had crowdfunded his top surgery at a drag show before starting at Shiz University. The thick sideburns, small mustache and goatee helped him pass in ways he didn’t know. Even his roommate didn’t know he was trans. And he wanted to keep it that way.
Which meant he needed to set aside their rivalry to be a good man and help Galinda.
The girl was still screaming as he rushed over, using the newfound strength he had developed from testosterone to help her push and lock the door again. While Galinda stared at him, blinking rapidly as if she couldn’t quite believe the sight, Elphaba grabbed his dresser and pulled it in front of the broken door to block the rain from getting it. He decided the wood would be fine with a little rain, but keeping the room dry was more important.
He huffed a little from the unexpected exertion, turning to look at his roommate who was in a short and very thin pink nightgown that was now soaked and nearly see through - oh, oh no.
Elphaba averted his gaze, looking up at the ceiling to avoid being able to see the outline of his roommates small but perky breasts that he now knew had very, very cute little nip- no, stop it! Don’t let the hormones rule you! You’re a good man. Be a good man.
“Uh, are you okay, Galinda?” He asked the ceiling, his voice breaking a little as he cleared his throat. This was a totally normal interaction.
“Why are you staring at the ceiling?” Galinda mumbled as she looked around her at the damage.
Clearing his throat again, and trying to ignore the way his cheeks heated up all the way to the tips of his ears, he gestured kind of vaguely at Galinda. She must’ve realized quickly because a little, “Oh!” sounded from her direction. When Elphaba looked back down he saw Galinda covering her chest and groin which he found odd since he hadn’t been able to see anything.
Not that he was looking! He was not. He was not a perverted boy ruled by his hormones.
“Um, right,” Galinda muttered, glancing around at the destruction and then walking over to her bed. She let out a dramatic gasp and then turned around so quickly her long, curly blonde hair tossed itself over her shoulder reminiscent of all her little toss-tosses. “No, my bed! Those were Lurline Secret’s 500 count threaded silk! I had to get them imported and now they’re ruined!” She sounded not just on the verge of tears but on the verge of that same emotion that fueled their rivalry.
She fixed him with a cold stare behind those sky blue eyes that looked more like indigo in this lighting. “This is your fault you- you stupid boy! If you had just told me what you did down in the courtyard then the glass wouldn’t have broken!” Now she was rushing up to him, uncaring of her night gown now, looking up at him as she stood on her toes to point and yell directly in his face. Her face was as flushed as his, though hers was a pretty rose. He wondered idly if it would complement the dark jade of his cheeks.
Elphaba banished those thoughts as rage tingled in his fingers, the sign of his magic rising to the surface. “My fault?! If you hadn’t tried to manipulate me into getting you into Morrible’s seminar then I wouldn’t have accidentally,” he stressed, “broken the window! So this is your fault! You- you stupid girl!” Oh, real mature. Return the same insult back to her except it just sounds misogynistic. But to his shock, Galinda just looked surprised by the insult, the flush on her cheeks darkening. What a strange reaction to being called a stupid girl.
Yet, he couldn’t help but puff his flat chest out at being called a stupid boy. It was validating in a… malgendering sort of way but still.
Coming to her senses Galinda huffed and turned on her heel, grabbing another (much shorter) nightgown off a rack and stomping to the bathroom to change. Elphaba had to quietly agree that changing was a good idea so he used that time to quickly change into a tighter pair of boxer briefs and a tank top that showed off his muscular arms. For no reason. No reason at all.
He was getting ready to climb into bed when Galinda marched over to him and beat him to it, climbing into his bed - his cot really, he reminded himself - and then making herself comfortable as she fluffed his single pillow and began to straighten out his thin, coarse blanket. Then she looked up at him and crossed her arms, daring him to say something.
So of course he did.
Elphaba sputtered, “Wh-what, you can’t sleep in my bed!”
The girl frowned even deeper, the frown the most frowning of frowns Elphaba had ever seen, almost comedically set low on her face. Wait, was she trying to pout and manipulate him again?! Though, this time she was finding success, jutting her plump lower lip out that… had lipgloss on it? At this hour? He shook his head, thinking to himself, girls, I’ll never understand them. Even when he had thought himself one he could never figure the other girls out, never could fit in.
Well, now he knows why.
I’m not like the other girls, he had often thought pretentiously to himself. Well, he’d been right.
Sorta.
Galinda just stared at him, arms still crossed petulantly over her dry chest. “Well, where else am I supposed to sleep? Your stupid stunt with the window ruined my bed! And besides this is my room. So, this is my bed-”
“Cot,” he interrupted bitterly.
“-cot, whatever it is, it is mine. So you’re going to let me sleep here and then tomorrow I’ll sort out all of… that,” she waved her hand dismissively at her soaked bed.
He could only stare incredulously at the admittedly very pretty girl in his bed. Sure, he hated her but… even at 19 he had never had a girl in his bed. This was a first.
But it wasn’t hers. It was his. So he groaned, rubbing his face for a moment before resigning himself to his fate. He climbed in next to her, prepared to hear her indignation but all she did was watch him expectantly. That just made him move slower, as though he was scared to spook a wild animal. Except she did nothing but scooch over to make more space for him.
“Uhh… okay… well… goodnight, I guess?” Elphaba muttered as he turned around, his back now facing her. He didn’t expect what happened next, which was Galinda sidling up behind him, burrowing herself into his back. He was about to yell or even shove her off - no, that’s not being a good man! - but then he felt her shivering against him and realized she must be cold from the rain. Maybe she should’ve worn a thicker night gown. Not a Lurline’s Secret teddy.
He sighed and decided to allow it, he was a gentleman after all, and he was about to slip off to sleep when he felt something poking him. At first he thought it was Galinda trying to get his attention but then realized it was much too big to be one of her dainty fingers, or even her fist. It felt hard and he could feel it pulsating and then he realized… Galinda is trans too.
Before he could even think to address this new revelation Galinda was scrambling back away from him as far as she could on the small cot. Elphaba turned around, frowning in confusion at her as he took in her panicked, reddened features, her small hands covering her now very obvious erect. “I- I,” her eyes glanced around as though she were looking for an exit, tears beginning to well as her chest began to heave, a hyperventilating episode coming on. Elphaba was no stranger to anxiety stoked by gender dysphoria or the fear of being discovered, especially in such a compromising position.
And then, unable to figure out a way to reassure her like a normal person, Elphaba just ripped off his tank top to expose his pale green top surgery scars. Then he reached out slowly, catching Galinda’s flighty gaze as he took both her hands in his, pulling them away from her crotch. Their feud was long forgotten as she stared at his scars, then his hands, then his face where confusion became realization.
They shared a look of relief, a look that said: you too? I’m safe here?
Suddenly, Elphaba truly no longer cared about their rivalry, squeezing her hands with a gentle smile as every instinct told him to comfort this girl in front of him. So he pulled her to him, pulling her into his lap and wrapping his arms around her, one around her back where he began to rub soothing circles, and the other around her head when he stroked her hair, short nails scratching lightly against her scalp. “It’s okay,” he whispered to her, feeling her tears beginning to soak his chest. It was weird how affirming that was, a girl crying against his chest and the tears falling onto the sparse chest hair he had… he could even feel them dripping down to his scars.
It was poetic in a way, a trans girl crying from being discovered and her tears wetting his trans masculine chest.
“I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” she stuttered between ragged breaths and sobs.
All Elphaba could do was continue to comfort her, making soft shushing sounds and murmuring, “It’s okay. You’re safe. You’re safe here. You’re safe with me, Galinda. I promise.”
After a few more minutes she calmed down, leaning back in his arms to stare up into his emerald eyes. “Thank-you,” she whispered, her eyes a darker blue now, pupils all but taking over. The way she was looking at Elphaba was similar to when they were in each other’s faces fighting, it was hungry but he never knew for what.
He was figuring it out.
“Galinda, you don’t have to thank me for accepting you,” he whispered back, giving her a funny look as her hands rested on his bare chest, the cool tips tracing his scars and activating the scattered nerves there in a way that… wasn’t unpleasant at all, it fact it made him shiver.
She was leaning back into his space, her eyes looking from his deepening eyes to his dark emerald lips. Oh, oh okay. Yeah he was figuring it out alright.
“No, thank you for… for…” then she patted his chest, dragging a hand down his chest to his happy trail he had proudly grown, her touch light and teasing as she then began to trace his abs. Thank-you for making me feel safe. Thank-you for showing me your scars, that’s what she wanted to say. How silly.
Elphaba couldn’t help it, he chuckled at her. “Silly girl, what else was I supposed to do? You were freaking out.”
She slapped his chest playfully, her tears drying on the apples of her cheeks now, leaving behind glittering trails that looked almost ethereal in the flashes of lightning. “I was not freaking out! I was having a very valid reaction, I'll have you know.” Then she broke out into giggles in his arms and he couldn’t help but join in. They were breathless but the time he realized how much closer they were, her head tilted up and within kissing distance. “I was wrong about you. You’re a good man. I- I’m sorry for… all of it,” she apologized with a look of shame, looking away. But now, Elphaba didn’t want her apologies so she shook her head. “I’m sorry, too. For the window and for yelling… you’re… good, too. I’m sorry for thinking you were a bitch.”
Galinda laughed again, tossing her hair back and exposing her long, slender throat. Like a swan, he thought almost reverently. How had he ever treated her so wrongfully?
“Well, I am a bitch but thank you, Elphie,” she said with a little giggle, all signs of her earlier near breakdown were all gone now. Which made his shoulders drop in relief. He had done it, he had comforted a girl for the first time. He’d been a good man.
Elphaba blinked and looked away shyly, pulling a hand back to run through his short hair, a nervous tic he’s had since his first real haircut. “Um, yeah you’re- you’re welcome. But Elphie? It’s a little perky, don’t you think?”
Galinda just nodded with a giggle, “It suits you though. Elphie,” she tested it out again, biting her lower lip for a second before she glanced at Elphie’s lips again. There was that tension again, their eyes meeting while a lightning bolt flashed nearby and it was as if he could feel that electricity in his veins, and it wasn’t his magic this time. It was something else.
He wasn’t sure who leaned in first, only that Galinda’s lips were sticky and smooth and tasted like candy, all but forcing his tongue to trace her lower lip for more, already addicted to it… to her.
What is this feeling?
And Galinda, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close, climbing further onto his lap as her body guided him down so she could straddle him. He felt it immediately, her cock through her compression shorts, her erection straining against his cunt, the member twitching at the first feeling of friction. They both shared a moan as Galinda leaned down to steal another kiss, this time her tongue slipping past his chapped lips into his mouth, finding his with velvet sweetness. Even the toothpaste she used was like a confection.
He kissed her back with vigor he didn’t know he was capable of, so disconnected from his own body and sexuality sometimes. But he was not having that problem now. No, he could feel his bottom growth becoming hard and rubbing against his boxer briefs, aching for more friction from the beautiful girl on top of him.
“I’ve never…” she started to say, unable to help herself as she ground her dick down onto Elphaba’s throbbing clit. “Me either,” he reassured her quickly, hands finding her hips where her night gown had ridden up. “But I- I want to,” Galinda whispered against his now sticky lips, licking his lower lip before sucking it into her perfect, perfect mouth, her lower half still moving against him as she moaned deep in her throat. “D-do you?” She asked quiet and low, almost as though she were preparing herself for rejection.
Elphaba used his thumbs to pull her night gown up even higher, pressing into her hips to help her grind down harder and faster. He nodded eagerly, not about to let this opportunity pass. “Yeah, yeah I do.”
She smiled at him, sharp and predatory as she sat up, pulling her nightgown over her head to expose her small breasts, yet to Elphaba they looked perfect. He tried to sit up but was pushed down by a dainty little hand. “Stay. Don’t you wanna be good for me?” Galinda asked, her voice throaty and commanding, her eyes so dark now they were almost black.
Oh, and he did. He wanted to be so good for her so he nodded eagerly again like an excited little puppy.
“Use your words, baby boy,” she whispered as she continued to rub herself against him, tracing his scars again to elicit that same shiver she must’ve caught earlier.
Baby boy.
His boxer briefs were soaked immediately by those two words.
Baby boy.
He bucked harder against her, throwing his own head back as pleasure unlike anything he’d ever felt surged through him, starting from his growing, hardening clit. “Fu-fuck, Galinda. Are we…?”
Galinda nodded as she lifted herself up to pull her shorts down, her cock springing out and practically hitting her rounded, feminine stomach. It was as beautiful as Galinda, thick with delicate veins, the same color as the rest of her but the tip was a dark rose, leaking with precum that he had to wonder if it tasted as sweet as the rest of her. He couldn’t help himself, he sat up quickly and caught a drop about to fall onto his abs, lapping it up and sucking just the tip into his mouth as Galinda gasped into a moan, instinctually bucking into his mouth as he groaned around it. “So sweet,” he confirmed to himself, licking his lips as he was pushed back down by a manicured pink nail.
“Mmm, naughty boy. I won’t tell you again. Stay. Be good for me. You want that, don’t you?” She leaned down now, trapping her dick between their bodies, lips finding his again as the kiss quickly became urgent, teeth accidentally bumping against each other until they soon found a rhythm. Her tongue licked deeply and sensually into his mouth, pushing his down in domination as she had with his body. Her hands were moving down his body, manicured nails scraping down his abs and making him whimper into her mouth, his pussy thrusting up against the base of her cock now, against her small, soft ballsack. Fuck, he couldn’t help but ground himself against it again.
Her fingers traced his throbbing lips through his wet boxers, palm bumping into his clit and making him buck again, this time involuntarily. “Oh fuck, G’linda…” he stammered out, his tongue being sucked into her mouth making him trip over her name. But she only pulled back and stared at him with flushed delight. “Call me that again,” she ordered him. “Glinda?” He repeated in confusion, thick brows scrunched up. She nodded, grabbing his boxer briefs and lifting herself so he could help her pull them off.
Oh, they were really doing this.
As their genitals rubbed deliciously together he began to feel dizzy with the heat of this, feeling himself let go of his inhibitions as he pushed his pussy against Glinda’s hard dick, feeling it spread his lips as she thrust herself against him, her tip touching his, pulling long, low groans from each of their throats.
They only slowed down when Glinda pulled back, grabbing one of his legs to spread his legs, looking down at his full, but still well maintained bush, seeing his long, full clit waiting for her. “Oh, I knew about it but… I’ve never…” Her eyes were wide with wonder as she licked her lips. “Later,” she said with a nod, Elphaba returned it.
“You’re sure? You… want this?” Glinda checked again, slowly pushing his leg down, bending it at the knee and sandwiching it between their chests. Her question pricked his eyes because he heard the unspoken words: do you really want me?
And Ozdamnit it, he did.
“Yes, yes. Fuck yes. I would be a stupid boy if I said no,” he quipped with a grin, a callback to their previous argument. She couldn’t help it, she returned his grin and nodded, tucking her hair behind her ear. It was surprisingly demure given their positions.
Then she was grabbing her cock, dragging it through his thick folds, rubbing it against his clit over and over as he felt more of his slick pour out of him. Fuck, he’d never been this turned on ever before in his life. Elphaba felt almost as if he were about to faint.
“Eyes open, baby boy,” he shivered as he heard her soft command, his eyes opening and snapping to hers. But she shook her head and nodded downwards. “Look, baby, watch as I enter your gorgeous, handsome green pussy.” Her head cocked to the side, lush lips curved into a teasing smirk. Elphaba nearly came on the spot at the compliment and he knew were he an actual puppy his tail would be wagging. Seeing as he wasn’t, his reaction was bodily, his pussy gushing more of his slick for her to lubricate her thick cock with.
“You’re, um, penis… it’s… one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen,” he whispered reverently as she lined it up with his leaking entrance. The compliment made her pause, her head previously tilted down to watch shot up. “It’s pretty and pink, like you,” he went on, blushing as he said it. She was blushing, too, giving him a small smile that soon faded back into that cocky smirk. “Thank-you, baby. Now, lie still and watch as my pretty pink cock slides inside, hmm?”
He obeyed immediately, keeping his hands on her hips but otherwise not moving. “Yeah,” he affirmed, knowing by now how important consent was to Glinda.
So he watched as Glinda slowly entered his pussy, opening his folds up even more. The round, almost bulbous cock, shaped so much like a bell, filled the tightness just within his entrance. She just left it there, just past the rim letting him adjust. “Fuck, Elphie…” Glinda hissed as she slowly removed her dick, moving her hips so she circled his hole as she pulled out, then she pushed back in, deeper this time. “You feel so good, baby boy. So tight for me, so wet… You’re making me want to never leave,” she moaned out, pulling out again but not all the way this time, her hips thrust forward just to tease him again.
“Y-you feel good, too. Please, more,” he found himself begging, wanting to move so badly as his pussy clenched, wanting to pull Glinda in deeper but she kept herself just waiting. For her first time, her restraint was incredible. She was just watching herself slowly fuck him, watching as her pink cock went into his green pussy, biting her lip at the sight as she finally looked up at him. “So good for me, asking so nicely,” Glinda cooed out, her words almost condescending like how she used to speak to him but now it made his clit throb and ache. Then she sank in deeper, pulling out one more time before finally bottoming out.
“Ohhhhh,” they moaned in unison, Glinda collapsing onto his chest as her nipples rubbed against his scars, making him shudder underneath her. She turned her face against his neck, beginning to suck and bite as she rolled her hips, finally finally beginning to fuck him. “I can feel you holding me in place, keeping me inside,” she whispered out as she set a steady rhythm, Elphaba’s leg still bent, the stretch feeling surprisingly good, but nowhere as good as the stretch inside his pussy, the throbbing clenching he could feel confirming what Glinda said.
Elphaba shook his head, deliriously mumbling, “Don’t want you to leave, ever. Please, Glinda, I need more.”
She lifted her head so she could trail her tongue up his sweat dampened neck, tracing his strong, chiseled jawline as she made her way to his ear. Her hands were moving too, one hand keeping his leg in place, pushing it even further open, while the other grabbed his cock in her hand, gasping as she felt it fill her palm. “Fuck, you’re big too, baby,” she confessed as she squeezed him, her thumb stroking careful circles on his tip, slowly pushing his hood back further, her nail digging in under the skin, making him jerk against her.
Glinda thankfully didn’t chide him at the involuntary movement, because how could he not move when a pretty girl, a pretty trans girl, was holding his bottom growth in her hand, holding it like an actual dick.
As she stroked him, her teeth bit down on his earlobe and began to suck. “So, so good for me. You’re so warm… I can feel your heartbeat in your dick,” she purred directly into his ear, licking another line behind it, then blowing cool air, both her words and actions making him shiver. He thrust up against her again, whimpering almost pathetically. Fuck, he was so close already. “Tsk-tsk, I told you to be good. I won’t say it again, baby boy,” she teased him, thrusting particularly hard, finding his g-spot which since starting T had become even more sensitive. He squeezed around her, making her writhe and moan against him.
Her moans against his ear, her breath tickling his neck, it was too much and he found himself getting closer and closer to his first ever orgasm. “I- I think I’m about to- Glinda… I- I’m gonna cum,” he whimpered out, turning his face to face her, his eyes desperate and pleading as he shook against her, wanting to move so badly. She leaned in and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth again, sucking on it as she jerked his little T dick, as she started a punishing pace, slamming in and out as her tip began to hit his cervix.
“You wanna cum?” She asked coyly, to which he nodded eagerly.
“Then you better ask nicely, baby,” Glinda taunted him, sucking on his neck now to leave a very, very visible hickey.
Elphaba didn’t care about pride or ego or anything but cumming. So what else could he do but beg? “Pl-please make me cum, my- my sweet,” he pleaded with her, his voice a low whine.
“What did you call me?” She asked suddenly, hips stilling.
He blinked, trying to figure out what he had said. Then he felt his lips curved just as Glinda lifted her head, her eyes wide and wonderful. “My sweet?” He repeated softly, leaning forward to nuzzle their noses together, the act feeling more intimate than anything they’d done so far. Glinda - his sweet - nodded slowly, leaning in to press a quick but no less passionate kiss to his lips. Then she was moving again, her cock pistoning into him as her lips found his ear again. “You wanna cum?” She asked him again, smirking against his ear as she traced it with the tip of her tongue. He nodded, he nodded so hard. “Please please please, my sweet.” That term of endearment made her cock twitch and twist inside of him, Glinda moaning low and deep in his ear.
“Then be a good boy and cum for me.”
And he did, his pussy convulsing as he ground against Glinda, his entire groin moving on its own as he moaned against her, her lips finding his so she could swallow each moan and sigh; his hands on her hips gripping tight and making her moan high and quick in surprise. Oz, he could feel himself completely soaking her dick, he could feel his own pussy sucking her deeper inside as her pace began to get more and more erratic, her own orgasm on the way. “Yes, oh yes baby boy you feel so good cumming on my cock, so good for me… my good good boy,” she crooned in his ear, absolutely pounding him now, her tip rubbing so exquisitely against the soft, spongy patch deep inside. That coupled with her words had him cumming again, or maybe he just never stopped. “Yes, yes good for you, only you,” he babbled incoherently against her lips, eyes locking onto hers, gazing so deep he could see her soul and of course, it was pink..
Glinda pressed another quick kiss before sitting up, putting a hand on each of his pecs to brace herself as she fucked him harder, pulling out almost fully then slamming back in. “Fuck, my sweet, fuck my pussy, fuck fuck oh fuck me harder,” he babbled on, forcing his eyes to stay open as the stars dancing behind them threatened to steal his gaze away. But he wanted to watch Glinda cum too, wanted to watch her flushed face, damp with sweat, curls sticking to her forehead and the side of her face and a rapturous look on her face. When their eyes met they smiled simultaneously, beaming, luminous smiles lit up by a clap of lightning.
Then her face contorted in pleasure as she groaned out, “Baby, I’m gonna cum inside you. Is that- is that okay?” It was probably a little late to ask but Elphaba wasn’t gonna say no. “I’m on- on birth control. We can get a morning after pill,” he assured her, his body moving with hers now as they gyrated together in perfect harmony.
“Oh fuck yes, yes yes yes,” Glinda chanted as she pulled out one last time then surged in, her cum shooting inside of him, filling him so much, too much, enough that he could feel her warm seed spilling out of his pussy and dripping down to his ass. She fucked them both through, pulling another, smaller orgasm from Elphaba as she collapsed onto his chest, both of them sweating and heaving heavy breaths.
It could’ve been hours or minutes, neither knew as they finally came down from their shared high, Glinda softening inside of him but not making any move to leave. She lifted herself up, hands still on his chest as she looked down at him, head tilted to her side and her hair creating a disheveled curtain. Then she looked around and grabbed onto him suddenly, letting out a little squeak. Elphaba followed her gaze and realized that they were floating, and not just floating but surrounded by sparkling pure magic that appeared almost like dusty smoke. The storm had long passed and now the moon, so full and bright, had returned to shine a light revealing the particles to be emerald… but also a bubblegum pink.
He realized that it wasn’t just his magic but hers. Elphaba held on tight to his girl - because she was his now, right? - concentrated on landing, imagining them back on his cot. As they slowly lowered Glinda bounced a little onto him, her flaccid cock still inside of him which she tried to pull out but Elphaba shook his head, making himself squeeze around her, not letting her leave. “No, stay. I… I like it.”
Glinda nodded slowly, almost bashfully as she listened to him, though her eyes were alight with the sparkles around them. “You have magic, Glinda,” he whispered to her, his own eyes shining with delight. It was clear from the start how badly his girl - his girl! - wanted to be included in the sorcery seminar and it had also been somewhat less clear that she didn’t have magic.
Until now.
Her eyes widened as she looked around, reaching a hand out to stroke against the magic moving around them like a galaxy circling them and they were at the center. “I have magic,” she breathed out, touching the evidence of it and watching as the particles danced up her arm, lights flowing up the veins of her arms, making her skin glow pink before it faded.
Elphaba followed her movements and watched as emerald specks fell like snowflakes on his hand, spreading through his prominent veins and making his skin glow. “Wow, Glin… we made magic. Together.”
And that magic made Glinda fall onto him again, draping herself over him and lowering his leg so she could lift hers up to wrap around his waist, pulling him closer. She nestled into the crook of his neck and giggled against his skin. “We definitely made magic together, Elphie. And I’d… like to do it again,” Glinda was still giggling but she sobered up, the vulnerability creeping back into her voice.
“I want that too, my sweet,” he agreed immediately, leaning his head down to place a kiss to the crown of her head. “But first, I should take you on a date. I’m a good man after all, and you’re a proper lady. You deserve to be courted,” he said casually, as though his words weren’t seeping through her skin to her heart, as if they weren’t doing the same to him.
Tears sprung from her eyes again, wetting his neck as she cried into him, nodding wordlessly for a moment. After a moment she kissed his neck, a sweet closed mouth kiss. “Yes, I’d like that too,” and then she melted against him, giggling again. “Such a gentleman… all mine. My gentleman,” Glinda declared, laying claim to him in a way that had him clenching around her.
“All yours. And you’re mine… my girl,” he confirmed for her, grinning into the side of her face, rubbing his nose against her, urging her to return to his lips which she did. “Your girl,” she sighed out, their noses bumping together as she kissed him again. “Your sweet,” she added, the boy nodding so their lips rubbed against each other. “I like that.”
And as they lay there together, Elphaba thought for the first time, truly believing the words, that he was finally, finally a good man.