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Galinda is liquid. She curves around every jagged edge that Elphaba has, soothes them into submission. Elphaba feels like she can tell what every line in her hand looks like, could sketch them onto paper, based only on the press of her palm to Elphaba’s cheek. Elphaba is maybe a little too fixated on the feel of it. Her life line pressed against her cheekbone.
She imagines she can read the minds of their peers as Galinda reaches to shake their hands in greeting. What a soft, lovely palm! What dexterous fingers! Elphaba thrills with a bit of possessivity that she’s the only one who has really gotten to know her hands. The curve of them around her wrists, fingertips pressing hard into her hips. Elphaba has to fan her face to keep the blush at bay.
Elphaba is staring at the ceiling pining away as Galinda flounces into the room, eyes catching on her immediately.
“Oh, dear!” (‘Dear’ is Elphaba. Elphaba is ‘dear’. Elphaba covers her face as the blush takes over entirely.) She strips her gloves off and tosses them across the room. “What an absolutively horrendous day. Too many people talking to me, for one. Don’t they know I have much better things to think about than the weather or what’s being served for lunch in the cafeteria. The cafeteria, Elphie! I don’t care about the cafeteria. Great Oz!”
Elphaba watches as she collapses back onto her bed with a huff.
“And another thing,” she says suddenly, lifting up to sit straight. “The wire in my bra has been poking me all day. Elphaba, darling, please say you can fix it. Please say you have,” she waves her hand around as she searches for the word, “pliers. Surely you, of all people, have pliers.”
“Why me of all people?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Galinda grimaces. “I guess I supposed you had a whole toolbox lying around somewhere. You don’t?”
Elphaba sighs. “I do have a bag somewhere around here. I’m sure you’ve shoved it under a floorboard or something.”
Galinda tilts her head. “Why, I think I did that very thing!” She gets on her hands and knees on the ground and starts lifting up a board. And there it is, Elphaba’s little black bag that has a tiny screwdriver and some pliers for her glasses in it.
Galinda opens it and pulls the pliers free with a flourish. “A-ha!”
She stands and struggles to unzip her dress, hands clambering against her back. Elphaba watches for a while before getting out of bed and coming up behind her, pulling the zipper down for her, revealing inch after inch of pale skin.
“Oh, thank you, sweetheart.” She tilts her head and leans in to give Elphaba a smacking kiss. She tastes like strawberries. “You are just the loveliest.” She drops the dress to the ground with a sigh and turns around. She’s the loveliest, Elphaba thinks defiantly.
“Now, about this bra situation,” Galinda starts, fiddling with the underwire.
Elphaba doesn’t tackle her. Really. She doesn’t. In future retellings of the events of the day Galinda will say with a wink and a nudge that she was tackled onto her bed. Elphaba is not a tackler. Except for in cases where a tackle is necessary. What happened was that Elphaba swept Galinda up in her arms and laid her gently upon her mattress.
“Yes, she was that randy for me,” Galinda will say over her third glass of wine. “And I wasn’t even out of my underthings!”
She’s an exaggerator.
Elphaba sweeps Galinda off her feet and places her very smoothly onto her pink comforter.
“Well!” Galinda exclaims, hair spread out on her pillow (again, Elphaba was very considerate, laying her down with care), before her mouth is busy being kissed.
Galinda’s hands fly to Elphaba’s back, smoothing down over her shirt. “Mmmtooo m’ny clothes,” she mumbles against Elphaba’s lips. She grabs her by the shoulders and pulls her back.
“You are going to get undressed,” Galinda says, very seriously as if trying to hypnotize her. The hypnosis works. Elphaba leans back to unbutton her shirt.
“Gosh, with the buttons!” Galinda cries, getting up on her elbows. “Do you know I had a dream the other night that we were in bed and I tore your shirt clean off? And then, to make matters even worse, I was tidying up the day after and I found a button. A button! As if from the dream the buttons flew into reality and—”
Elphaba cuts her off with another kiss. “I lost a button to my coat two days ago.”
“Hm. Well, that would explain it.”
Before long Elphaba is de-clothed and pressing Galinda down into her bed. Galinda’s hands are all over her immediately, running along her shoulders, the small of her back, grabbing her hips.
Elphaba squirms to the side, getting her thigh situated between Galinda’s legs, trying her best to nudge up against her through her tights and her underwear.
“Mmmnope,” Galinda says suddenly, lurching up. Their heads conk together. “Ow.”
“What’s nope?”
“This isn’t what I want. Not what I’m in the mood for, as it were. I’d like you,” she points at Elphaba, “on your back. And I’d like to touch you,” she pokes Elphaba’s shoulder. “Until I bring you off.” She does a little jazz hands motion for ‘bring you off’. “Alright?”
Elphaba, being very on board with Galinda touching her no matter what the context is, nods.
“Wonderful,” Galinda sighs. “Okay.” She starts pushing Elphaba onto her back. She almost falls off the mattress in the efforts. “Whoops!”
Elphaba slumps onto her back on the mountain of pillows on Galinda’s bed. “So, what do you want to—”
“Well, first I’d like to get this damned bra off. I hope the foul thing didn’t draw blood.” She unclasps it in the back and pulls it off, flinging it across the room. Then she looks down at Elphaba, “Elphie, you’re so beautiful.”
Elphaba feels like covering her face. As it is, she stares up at her with what she hopes is a normal looking expression.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re going to throw up. Are you going to throw up? Should I clear the area? This is quite nice material, this bedding, Elphie.”
“I’m not going to throw up. I thought I was looking normal.”
“Hm. Well. That is not the word that I would use for that face you were making. A little constipated, maybe.”
Elphaba sighs, her eyes fluttering shut.
Galinda reaches up to pry open one of her eyelids. “Come on, you think I mind you looking a little constipated? I’ve learned that that means that you’re feeling fond of me. And why would I ask you to stop if that’s true?”
“It is true,” Elphaba says miserably.
“Oh, Elphie,” Galinda sighs happily. “Do you know that I care very deeply for you?”
Elphaba gives her a look. “You’ve told me a few times, yes.”
“And you care very deeply for me,” Galinda says very matter-of-factly. “You love me.”
“I do,” Elphaba replies. She can’t make eye contact with her, too busy staring lecherously at her chest, the peaks of her nipples pink. Everything about her, perfectly pink.
“My eyes are up here, Elphie,” she deadpans, a put upon nasalness.
“Sorry,” Elphaba says, not sorry.
Galinda reaches down and cups one of Elphaba’s breasts, thumb grazing over a nipple. Elphaba hopes she can’t feel the pounding of her heart beneath it. She leans down and kisses her, smooth and wet and sweet.
“Do you know that Pfannee told me something very interesting?”
Elphaba loathes to hear anything that Pfannee has to say. “What?”
“Well. He heard that when women lie together,” she starts.
“What does he know about women lying together?” Elphaba interjects.
Galinda rolls her eyes. “You’ve cut me off before I’ve even gotten to the important part. He said that he heard that when women lie together there’s a special… hm, what’d he call it? A phall-ass? Does that sound right?”
Elphaba wrinkles her nose. “Phallus.”
“Yes. Well. Anyway,” she waves a hand. “He said one can wear it to penetrate the other.”
Elphaba makes a face. “I don’t need you to wear something like that, Galinda.”
“Hm,” Galinda says, taking her hand from Elphaba’s breast and crossing her arms. “Well. What about what I want, hm? What if I would like very much to wear something like that?”
Elphaba blinks up at her. “You would,” she says doubtfully.
Galinda lets out a world-weary sigh. “Yes. And, so, I have put in an order for one. I… suppose I should’ve asked you if you would be interested before I did. And Elphie, it is pink.”
“Of course.”
“Of course,” Galinda emphasizes. “Anyhow, it is not here yet and I would like to make love to you regardless. I just wanted to let you know that… I will be fucking you as soon as possible.”
“Galinda,” Elphaba laughs incredulously.
Galinda bats her lashes innocently. “Now. Where was I?”
She leans down to wrap her lips around one of Elphaba’s nipples and sucks lightly, one of her hands creeping down below her waist and rubbing knuckles across her thigh.
“Galinda,” Elphaba says, for no reason at all but to say it.
“Hmm?” Galinda hums up at her, eyes raised.
“Nothing. Just. If you could.”
And there are her fingers, warm and soft and pressing between Elphaba’s legs. Pressing in and out and curling on every other stroke. Elphaba moans, the sound loud in their quiet room.
Galinda wiggles up the length of Elphaba’s body, situating her lips against her ear.
“You’re so wet, Elphie.”
Elphaba gasps, her pulse racing in her throat. She feels Galinda pull her fingers free and watches as she brings them to her mouth, wrapping her lips around them and licking them clean. Elphaba feels all of a sudden like she could lose consciousness.
Galinda leans in to kiss her and Elphaba can taste herself on her tongue, all tangy musk. Galinda moans into her mouth. Elphaba answers in kind.
Her fingers slide wetly down her abdomen and resume their activities between Elphaba’s legs. She feels Galinda’s thumb make contact with her clit and her hips jerk.
“So responsive,” Galinda coos. “Gosh, you’re sweet.”
“Please,” Elphaba says for some reason.
“I’ll give you anything you want,” Galinda says. “Anything, Elphie. You just say the word.”
“Please, I need—”
“What do you need, my dear?” Galinda says, saccharine sweet, kissing Elphaba lightly on the lips.
“I need to—”
“Come? Oh, sweetheart, I’m going to make you come. Don’t you worry a bit about that.”
“Galinda,” Elphaba gasps as she rubs harder at her, little circles that get her blood pumping harder.
“That’s it, Elphie. Oh, you’re just the best, my sweet girl.”
The world goes pink. Elphaba knows that the world cannot actually have gone pink, but Elphaba struggles to come up with any other explanation for what’s going on.
She feels a finger at her eye and she can see again. Galinda’s pretty face, her pink cheeks. She’s pulling Elphaba’s eye open.
“You okay in there?”
“Mmmph,” Elphaba says.
“That was gorgeous, Elphie. Oh, look at your flushed little face. You are sooo darling.”
Elphaba feels herself flush further. “Shut up.”
Galinda kisses her cheek. “Never. Now, yes, I care very deeply for you,” she says, restarting an earlier conversation as she is wont to do, “but you know what else? A very important something else?"
“What very important something else?”
“I like being near you, Elphie. I like sharing space with you. Breathing the same air…”
“You are so dramatic.”
“I can’t help it,” Galinda says, swooning in Elphaba’s arms. “I’m in love!”