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Galinda Upland was not a very adventurous woman. The most remarkable (and non-academic) thing she’d done, to date, was move to Minnesota and tell everyone she met to call her Glinda. It was the first thing she thought of to distance herself from her parents, and she just went with it because it worked well enough to clear her mind.
After spending the entire day unpacking boxes and getting everything settled in, Glinda decided to head to a bar down the street. It was a small place, dimly lit and quaint with music playing on one of those old coin-for-music machine things—which wasn’t exactly Glinda’s usual speed, but after stepping through the door it felt like too late to turn around.
She was wearing a baby pink dress and a subtle face of makeup that suddenly felt like too much for a Sunday night. At least that was how she felt before a man came up to her with a dashing smile that had her reaching for her fruity cocktail.
His name was Fiyero, and while he wouldn’t tell Glinda exactly what he did for work, he did say it was important and that it paid very, very well. When Glinda said that seemed “splendid”, he put his arm around her and bought her a stronger drink.
The room started to spin and Glinda felt hot. She downed the second drink before the ice could even melt, but that only made matters worse. She felt terribly sick by the time three tequila shots and some mixed drinks had marinated in her bloodstream.
She finished off a drink that stained her lips a peachier shade of pink before wobbling her way off her barstool and searched the spinning room for the bathroom.
“Excuse me—”
Fiyero caught her wrist.
“You ok?”
“I’m fine, yeah, I just need a—”
“Wanna head home?” He flashed a grin that made Glinda's stomach churn in the worst possible way, which was how she knew she drank too much. She always felt this way when she drank too much. Disgusted and uncomfortable, like her skin was a little too tight and everything in the world was a little too small. “I can make sure you get there safe. Or I can call you a car? You don’t look like you’re in good shape, maybe we can just—”
“Enough.”
Glinda felt herself being pulled away from Fiyero’s sticky hands into softer ones. Or—well—the grip felt harder when Glinda looked up a woman who was breathtakingly beautiful. And green. Like, physically actually green, unless Glinda had one too many cocktails. Obviously she gasped and stumbled back, her spine tapping the wooden bartop.
“Oh—I’m so sorry. He was flirting with me. I had no idea that—”
“Oh, no, I’m not worried about him,” the green woman said, glaring at Fiyero and stepping closer. It was curious that Fiyero disappeared with a sheepish smile, but even more so that the woman said, “How much have you had, darling?”
“Excuse me?” Glinda heated slightly.
“Alcohol. How much did you drink.”
“Well, that’s not really your concern.”
Glinda groped around for the (obviously) pink clutch she set on the stool beside her, but the room wobbled just enough for her to miss the first time. Then the second. And she totally would’ve had it on the third if the green woman didn’t take it and grab her wrist, sighing and saying, “You’re coming with me.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Yes you are. You’re going home—You’re wasted.”
The bar wasn’t terribly large, so when the green woman took big enough steps while dragging Glinda behind her, they reached the exit quite quickly.
“I’m tipsy,” Glinda defended the second they were outside, prying herself away from the stranger's grip. A chilly wind kept her just a little too close to the stranger’s warmth. “I just lost my coordination because I stood up. Head rush.”
“Head rush?”
“Orthostatic hypotension, to be exact.”
The green woman froze, brows furrowing in what looked like intrigue but may have been something else entirely. It was dark outside and Glinda never did well with that. Nor did she do well with strangers who were being pushy and apparently nosy.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Glinda,” Glinda said after a beat, though she didn’t plaster on her usual introduction smile. Alcohol made her more honest than she liked. “And I’d like you to go now. I’m fine.”
“You aren’t curious about me? I’m green.”
“I know, I have eyes, but what’s it to me?”
“I saved you back there.”
“From what, a hot guy?” Glinda muttered, but she turned away and ran a hand through her perfectly bouncy hair, sighing in what sort of felt like relief but must have been disappointment. Because disappointment was what she should’ve felt, then—certainly not relief—when being ripped away from someone so dashing. “What’s your name, hm? I need to know who to avoid in general, besides green people.”
“So you think everyone with the same name or complexion acts the same?”
“I think you’re probably someone with a weird name and a unique complexion, since you’re acting weird and you’re green,” she said, stepping closer and inspecting the woman’s face. Beautiful, yes—very much so—but also curious, like the stranger was genuinely intrigued by Glinda. Glinda stared back similarly, since only weird people get curious about such insignificant things as drunk blondes in bars. “So who are you?”
“I’m Elphaba.”
Elphaba stepped forward with her hands in the pockets of her slacks, snug and oh so perfect. Her muscles were even visible through a shirt that matched—soft black fabric perfectly tailored to squeeze her toned body. In the dark, she sort of looked like a guy. Enough for Glinda to justify her ogling, anyway.
Elphaba stepped closer. Silent at first. Observing.
“Do you always do that?” Glinda heard herself asking, eyes flicking up from Elphaba’s lips to her eyes like breaking free of a trance. She even shook her head to clear her head, only to get rid of barely half of her most traitorous thoughts. The alcohol was hitting her now, all at once—“Do you enjoy saving pretty girls like some kind of white knight hoping that they’ll sleep with you?”
Elphaba huffed a laugh at that.
“Who said anything about sleeping with you?”
“You’re looking at me like you want to.”
“Ok, fine, but the only one who said it was you,” she said, stepping closer, silent for a few seconds that Glinda could’ve taken to step back. “You’re the one thinking about sex.”
“I’m only thinking about it because you took it away from me.”
“Took what away? If you wanted it so badly, you’d go back in there and get it.”
“Maybe I will.”
“Then do it. I won’t stop you.”
“Well then why did you stop me the first time?”
“To give you a real choice, like I am now.”
They were so close now that their noses were almost touching, and part of Glinda sobered up while the other terribly intoxicated part looked down at Elphaba's lips. They were full, and perfect, and making Glinda so jealous she couldn’t think about anything else. That was just how some girls made her feel—so, so jealous that she couldn’t act properly around them. She absolutely loathed it.
She felt Elphaba’s hand against her face before she registered seeing it, the warmth slowly spreading to every appendage and nerve until she forgot to breathe.
It was Glinda, actually, (who would later blame alcohol), that closed the final distance between their lips. She was merely curious what it would be like to break the silence like this, murdering the tension with nothing more than a chaste little press. It was over before it really started.
An electric pulse made Glinda step back. She’d never felt like this before. So, so hot all over, and actually enjoying a kiss instead of seeing it as a means to an end—Oz, part of her knew what it meant, but part of her was ready to ignore it. She turned away and exhaled like nothing happened.
Elphaba caught her wrist.
“I’ll walk you home,” she said.
Along the way, all pretense vanished at some interminable point between the sidewalk outside of that ugly bar and Glinda's doorway.
.
Elphaba’s verdigris was barely noticeable when they got inside. It was dark and dim, the entire space illuminated by only moonlight.
Their fingers had been twisted together ever since Glinda almost tripped and ate pavement on the way, so it wasn’t very difficult to pull Elphaba through the small flat.
The only issue was that Glinda herself couldn’t make out the proper pathway in the dark. She knocked into several still-packed boxes, flustered and heady from both Elphaba’s hand in hers and Elphaba’s hand around her waist—It was too much, but it was also perfect because Glinda had never felt too much. It had only ever been not enough.
When they made it to the bed, Elphaba pushed Glinda back onto it, hovered over her, and basically caused a spiral of panic when she realized she’d never done this before. Not fully. Not while admitting it was exactly what she wanted.
“Wait, I’ve never…” she trailed off, not knowing what to say now that she was actually given a chance to speak. She was breathless and surprisingly hot all over with Elphaba’s weight keeping her down. “I’ve only been with guys.”
Something about Elphaba softened. Eyes, lips, touch.
“Do you want to stop?”
“I…” Glinda’s entire body was buzzing. Her head felt light and some places throbbed, her mind and body at war until Elphaba shifted a little further and Glinda realized that stopping was the last thing she wanted. She needed Elphaba closer, now—before she had time to deprive herself of what she always wanted deep down. “No, just… What do I do?”
“You…” Elphaba trailed thoughtfully, carefully lowering one strap of Glinda’s dress, then the other, her lips moving to skim all along the newly exposed skin. Such an electric thing. It made Glinda shiver and Elphaba smirk. “You can just lie here and feel good.”
Glinda had never been knocked breathless by words until then. Not truly, anyway—Not where she was so aroused that she forgot how to form words.
“Sound good?”
Glinda just nodded firmly a few times, shifting to settle under Elphaba’s undivided attention.
Then something struck her.
The heat and the intimacy—it was too much, and not enough, and Glinda didn’t know what to do about it.
“Can I call you Elphie?” she blurted, nibbling her bottom lip while glancing up at the woman.
“You can call me Elphaba.”
“Ok, Elphie. Whatever you say.”
Elphie rolled her eyes and laughed lightly, like she wasn’t driving Glinda crazy by being on top of her. “You’re cute when you’re nervous. You sound different.”
Was this what it was supposed to be like? Everywhere Elphie touched was like lighting a little firework that exploded between Glinda’s legs, fingers skimming up and down her body. It was even worse when her dress came off. She’d never known that simple gropes and featherlight kisses on her skin could feel like this. She’d had sex plenty of times, but it never ever felt this good.
And all Elphie had to do was squeeze her chest and kiss along her belly and settle between her legs and—Oz, Glinda was so screwed.
“Is this ok?” Elphie huffed, one hand stabilizing Glinda’s left thigh while the other rested right below her bellybutton, just above where the lacy hem of her underwear danced along pale skin. Elphie's eyes were locked there like she couldn’t wait to unwrap a gift. “Can I put my mouth on you?”
Glinda’s mouth went dry. Jaw slack. Eyes dilated. She even released a breathless sound—either a sigh or a moan. Or both.
“Y-Yes.”
And Glinda thought she was feeling good before, but it was nothing compared to the warm, wet slide of Elphaba’s tongue along her folds. She was light and carefully exploratory at first, humming at the taste and sending vibrations through Glinda's body that rocked her entirely, from the outside inward.
The small apartment was starting to smell like sex and each moan that fell from her lips bounced and echoed around the presently soulless space, but, honestly, Glinda was in no headspace to care. All her nerves could process was what Elphaba’s was doing to her.
Licking from her opening up to her clit, teasing at first, light and almost enough to have Glinda seeing stars, but then Elphaba retracted and started to torture her all over again. Somehow it still felt so unbelievably good.
At some point Glinda didn’t even care Elphaba wasn’t touching her exactly where she wanted—The sensation radiated out and hit all the right places anyway. When Glinda was still capable of thinking, she had a feeling it was all intentional.
Everything Elphaba was doing was messy and chaotic—yes—but there was an undertone of knowing exactly what she was doing that brought Glinda’s pleasure to the next level. That and the things Elphaba did with her tongue, anyway.
The way Elphaba would pin Glinda down to keep her from squirming when she finally licked her clit, her focus turning from teasing to overwhelming the blonde quicker than was probably healthy.
“Oh, Oz, Elphie—Elphie! That—Oh my—Oh—” Glinda could not stop with the moans. She was feeling so much at once, all this pleasure rushing to her head and overflowing into the rest of her body until it became difficult to bear. “I’m… You’re gonna make me—Oh, I’m—I-I—”
In that moment, at age twenty-five, Glinda discovered what an orgasm was. She hadn’t known until Elphie made her cum that she'd never had a proper one before, but she knew it the second it happened.
She let out a sound akin to a sob and shook like she was being electrocuted, the sharp sting of pleasure accumulating into one giant bolt that struck her right where Elphie’s tongue was working tight, firm circles over her throbbing clit.
White flooded Glinda’s vision, pleasure blinding her until she really couldn’t take anymore.
She grabbed Elphie by the hair and tugged her back, strings of thick arousal snapping. They were both panting. Breathless. And somehow they agreed to meet in the middle for the kiss, which was just as desperate as the orgasm Elphie pried from her pliant body.
When Glinda tasted herself on Elphie’s lips, she almost came again on the spot. It was so savory and wet and somehow deeply intimate that Glinda shuddered again, goosebumps pebbling her skin as Elphie’s smile grew against her neck, kisses punctuating her words.
“You’re so pretty—When you feel good—” She kissed lower, between Glinda’s breasts, and slid two fingers against drenched folds. “Makes me wanna…” she slipped two fingers in and earned an inhuman sound from Glinda in return.
Glinda didn’t think it was possible to feel so good, and she therefore did not expect to start feeling another climax approach. It seemed like it was too soon to be happening again already, but she had already become acquainted with the feeling, so she knew it was true. She was going to have another orgasm, and it was going to be the best thing she’d ever felt.
Elphaba added a third finger and crooked them all at once, thrusting once, twice, and sucking on one of Glinda’s nipples as wet squelches battled with gasping breaths for volume dominance.
Glinda gasped.
Then it all went away.
Elphaba retracted her fingers and sat up, yanking Glinda up, spinning her around, and generally manhandling her and treating her like some sort of sexual object. Which was usually a disgusting turn off.
Usually, as in, Glinda didn’t feel that with Elphie. If anything, Glinda was aroused by it. She couldn’t help but moan against the pillow when Elphie was pressing her face into it, helpless as Elphie slipped back into her. Everything at once. All three fingers pressing down where it felt the absolute best. It wasn’t even very fair.
Glinda came in less than a minute like that—her face in the pillows, ass up, three of Elphie’s fingers pleasuring her at a brutal pace.
The only solace Glinda could muster was from the pillow that muffled her humiliating cries.
Basically she was so, absolutely, inequitably screwed in more ways than just this one.
. . .
Glinda heard her phone alarm ringing twenty minutes late, which sent her into a frenzied panic to get ready and not be late on her first day of work.
She had to rifle through boxes for very basic things like toothpaste and socks, and in the chaos of cutting boxes and cursing under her breath, Glinda had already forgotten about the green woman in her bed. Though, her first gay sex experience (however mind-blowing it may have been) was the least of her concerns at the moment.
She absolutely could not be late to work.
She was almost ready by the time Elphaba stirred, which was sort of perfect timing.
Glinda walked over to the side of the bed and shook Elphaba the rest of the way awake, thrusting a shiny silver key upon the sleepy woman.
“Lock up. Leave it under the mat—I have to go.”
“Really? Not even a—”
“I seriously must go, but you were great. Nine out of ten.” She was already walking away, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor with an urgency that she tried her best to convince herself wasn’t all for show. “Please lock my door, Elphie. I simply cannot afford to be burglarized right now.”
“You…” Elphaba trailed, watching Glinda walk away with an exasperated exhale. Then she turned over in bed with an amused huff and threw up a hand to wave goodbye. “Good day, then.”
Glinda hummed, got into her bright pink bug, and drove herself to the hospital, blasting music the entire way so as not to let a single thought of the previous night creep in.
. . .
Glinda was halfway through putting on her white coat when Pfannee and Shenshen approached.
She attended the same secondary school as the pair, so it was pure luck they were accepted into the same Residency all these years later. Or, well… maybe the word luck was too generous a word. Maybe coincidence was better — Glinda was just surprised to see them.
“Didn’t take you for the just-on-time type,” Pfannee said, eyeing Glinda curiosity over the rim his glasses. “Unless something scandalacious came up last night? Christening the new place, perhaps?”
Glinda did what she did best and pretended. She laughed and shook her head while fixing the way her curls rested on her shoulders.
“Unless you consider rolling around in bed as scandalacious, then no. I could hardly get any sleep with a mattress so stiff.”
“Were you really that nervous?” Shenshen chimed in, peering into Glinda’s locker like it may contain all of her secrets.
“Well, I’m trying for Peds. Who wouldn’t be?”
Pfannee snorted a little laugh.
“You don’t have to try for anything, Galinda. You’ll work with Horrible Morrible if it’s what you want. Don’t lose any beauty sleep over it.”
Glinda tried not to speak through gritted teeth.
“I don’t think it’s that simple.”
“I don’t see why not,” Shenshen shrugged, and it took a lot of Glinda’s frayed self control not to say something mean. Maybe in the past she would’ve done so without a second thought, but she’d honestly been hoping for a fresh start here—name and all.
“And I’d like to go by Glinda now. I think it’s more—”
For the first time in forever, Glinda was cut off, but it was permissible because it was an accident.
“Ok, attention everyone.” Someone clapped near the doorway, all eyes darting toward the short, stout woman speaking. “I’m Miss Coddle, the hospital director. I don’t practice much medicine anymore, so you may call me either Miss Coddle or Doctor Coddle, if you’d like, but need I remind you those are your only choices. I know how clever you kids can get…”
They all followed Miss Coddle into the hospital lobby and listened to her talk for about half an hour.
All Glinda could really think about was how almost-late she was, and how that green woman may be stealing all of her most prized possessions while Glinda stood there and listened to the hospital's COO discuss medical ethics as if they all weren’t required to take several boring classes on the topic.
A throat cleared and all attention shifted.
“Sorry, everyone. I’m Doctor Nikidik. I’ll be assigning you your tasks for the day,” he announced, peering down at his clipboard and listing out groups of new residents and their placements.
Glinda crossed her fingers behind her back for luck, silently hoping to be placed with Morrible only to be placed with someone named Tigelaar, which was a name as strange as it was unfamiliar. All Glinda knew was she didn’t come to Shiz for whoever that man was, so her mind raced to find a solution.
When Morrible appeared to beckon her group of four, Glinda wedged herself somewhere between two strange, short people and said:
“Excuse me, Doctor Morrible? If I could just—”
“Were you assigned to me?” Morrible sighed, her gaze sharp and unamused and generally cold as she assessed Glinda, beginning with pumpy her heels (she realized too late she forgot a change of shoes in her hurry to leave) and ending with her perfectly curled eyelashes (which she did at a traffic light). “If not, I suggest you find where you belong.”
Glinda paused for a moment. She wasn’t used to being blatantly dismissed, but Morrible went back to talking like she couldn’t care less, so Glinda didn’t really have a choice but to retreat with her tail between her legs. She tried to keep her head held high, but her disappointment was blatant.
Too distracted to bother with eye contact, Glinda didn’t notice who her instructor was until he spoke—Doctor Tigelaar.
That voice.
“I’m—Um, hello everyone. I—uhm…” When Glinda made eye contact with him, she knew she was the reason he was floundering. He was looking right at her, his eyes competing the same journey as Morrible’s did with much more appreciation. “It’s very nice to meet you all, I’m Doctor Fiyero Tigelaar. I’ll be showing you around the hospital and giving you a run-down of how I run things in my wing, then I’ll busy you more specific tasks. Right this way.”
As they weaved through hallways, patient rooms, and offices, Glinda already knew the nurses would be hating her for asking for directions. The place was an Oz-damned maze.
Plus, how could she be expected to pay a lick of attention when the man she almost sort of kind of nearly slept with was basically her boss? And even if he wasn't technically her boss-boss, he would still be the Head of Cosmetic Surgery, which was just as (if not more) daunting than a near-hookup.
There was also just this sinking feeling in her gut. An absolute trench that was making her regret how tight of a size she chose for her top. It did a good job of showing off her chest, but still—it was impractical. After being assigned a patient and clipboard, she tugged at the V-neck of it frustratedly—blue really wasn’t her color at all—and jolted at the sound of a voice too close.
All of a sudden they were alone at the nurse’s station, she and Fiyero.
“I’m sorry about last night.” Fiyero looked guilty when Glinda looked up at him. He was nearly pouting. “I didn’t mean to be so pushy. You’re just… I’d bet you know how attractive you are, and I was drunk, and attracted to you. So I’m sorry.”
Glinda hesitated at first, mostly because he only sounded half sincere. Then she took a step back and smoothed everything about herself—hair, top, bottoms—hating the blue but knowing she still looked good in it. She saw his eyes follow each movement only to flit down to her feet at the end.
“Heels, huh?” he mused, smirking now. Almost like he wasn’t sorry at all. “You’re trouble.”
“And you’re a harassment suit waiting to happen,” she said, but rather than commit to the statement and brush i him off, she was smiled, spoke lightly, and generally acted a lot flirtier than she wanted to. Old habits were really going to get her killed. Or worse—fired.
She cleared her throat and was going to say something more dismissive when something caught her eye. Something green.
She balked.
“Oh, yeah—You met Elphaba,” Fiyero said matter-of-factly, reaching back to scratch his nape. “I guess she sort of saved the both of us looking back, huh? How awkward would it have been to meet after sleeping together?”
Glinda would’ve probably said something like, who said I would’ve slept with you, or maybe she would’ve laughed because it was true—how awkward it was, to meet after a night together...—if it weren’t like Elphaba could sense them talking about it. Or maybe it was just how Fiyero’s voice carried, like he studied the acoustics of the lobby with the sole purpose of projecting his voice as loudly as possible.
Elphaba’s eyes widened. A small ripple of comfort in an ocean of panic.
At least she recognized her.
“Sorry—things don’t have to be awkward between us. Just ignore the fact that I’m obviously physically attracted to you. If it makes you feel better, I’m physically attracted to a lot of—”
Elphaba had quirked her head for several seconds, but Glinda hadn’t moved until she actually saw the green woman take a step in their direction. When that happened, Glinda spun on her heel and walked in the direction she landed. Her heels clicked and clicked against the tile, the sounds speeding up after she rounded the first corner. Since she didn’t know where anything was, she couldn’t think of anywhere else to escape out of except for the stairwell.
It was only when quiet surrounded her that she realized she had nowhere to go.
She had a job. She had to do post-op rounds on a few patients. She ran away from said obligations because she saw someone green—Oz, this really wasn’t a good look, was it?
What if word got out that she was acting strange? What if everyone found out they’d met before? What would they say about her? And how much worse would it be if they found out about her and Elphaba?
Galinda was already reaching for the door again, dead set on storming back into the lobby with the conviction of someone absolutely unterrified of what lay ahead, but of course something had to ruin it. Something green and oddly smug for nine o'clock in the morning. Something that almost broke her flawless face with the door.
Elphaba caught Glinda by the shoulders like it was the easiest thing.
“Thought I’d find you here,” she said, taking one step closer with Glinda still in hand, the door closing behind them with a sucking shoop sort of sound.
It was way too quiet for several seconds.
Glinda knew it was her turn to speak, but she was too stunned by the presence of the green woman, and how much more green she seemed under fluorescent lights, fully sober. Why wasn’t that terrible? Why was it sort of—
“I didn’t tell anyone,” Elphaba sighed heavily, releasing Glinda and taking a step back. If there was a reason Elphaba seemed a bit melancholic, Glinda was too scattered to think of it. The topic changed too swiftly. “Are you an intern?”
“An, um—A Resident.”
“Second year?”
“I—um, it’s my first.”
Stop stuttering—Sweet Oz—
“That’s an intern around here. You won’t be getting much action.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
Cue more awkward silence until Glinda realized she had been one second away from storming back to meet this woman again anyway. Why was she being all clammy, just because she wasn’t the one to storm after Elphaba—just because it was the wrong way around?
The shock was wearing off.
Glinda managed to keep a steady, casual tone.
“Did you leave my key under the mat?”
There was no answer at first.
Glinda glanced over.
Elphaba was looking at the ground. She reached into her pocket and extended a shiny silver key.
“Ignore the note,” she said.
It was Glinda’s turn to quirk her head. “Note?”
“The one on your door.”
“Oh, yes. Let me use my teleportation spell—Or, better yet, my magic bubble that will float me there.” She stepped closer, arms crossed, head still tilted. In heels, she was almost as tall as Elphaba. “You left me a note?”
“Of course I left you a note.”
“I ran away to go to work.”
“You didn’t kick me out.”
“I was in a hurry.”
Elphaba narrowed her eyes, tone accusatory. “You wanted me to leave a note.”
“I wanted you to leave. Period. Full stop.”
“Right… So you didn’t have any fun, and you would hate it if it happened again?” she asked almost daringly, stepping and forcing Glinda to back up toward the railing. “Because last night gave me a different impression.”
Glinda didn’t say anything, but she did look at Elphaba’s lips. Though, it wasn’t like there was much choice involved. Everything came rushing back. All the memories. Elphaba’s touches, kisses, and bite marks were seared into Glinda’s skin like cattle brands, hot and stinging.
Yet it was the first time she felt this strongly. This was the first time she wanted to do it again. The first time she slept with a stranger and didn’t hate it. The first time she actually liked it. A lot.
There was a lot to process.
But first was the way Elphaba was looking at her.
“I’m going to see the note anyway,” Glinda whispered, stepping back and leaning against the cool railing in silent concession. “What does it say?”
“Just my number.”
Not too shocking.
“Why?”
“I didn’t take you for the coy type.”
“I’m not.”
They had a staring contest for several seconds, but somehow it also felt like a freezing contest. Like neither of them dared to move. Whether toward one another or away… well, Glinda really wasn’t sure.
“I… wanted to ask you out in return for the key.”
“Hm.” Glinda fought back a smile as she watched a darker shade of green creep up onto Elphaba’s cheeks. “I didn’t take you for the ultimatum type.”
Elphaba scoffed at that, but she also deflated in what seemed like relief.
“I would’ve given you the key either way.”
“No you wouldn’t have—Why would you steal it if you intended to give it back for free?”
“I didn’t steal it. I just borrowed it so you wouldn’t get… what was it you said before you left? Robbed?”
“Burglarized,” she enunciated, making a show out of dropping her house key into the pocket of her white coat and patting it. She leaned so close to Elphaba that their noses almost touched and added with playful ignorance, “But it seems I’ve been bested. A stranger got into my home somehow. I’ll need to change the locks.”
“And the sheets. I heard they made it into your bed.” Elphaba shifted so her hand gripped the railing, her arm extended to block one of two possible exits for the blonde. “And I also heard they’d like to return sometime.”
Glinda had to try very hard not to gulp, her mouth going dry as mind and body battled for dominance. She wasn’t even sure which won out in the end, just that it felt warm and tingly.
“We can’t.”
“We shouldn’t,” Elphaba corrected, shameless now as she eyed Glinda’s perfectly pink, glistening, glossed lips. “But I know what you look like when you cum, so I think it’s complicated.”
“I don’t really enjoy complicated.”
“Then it’s really simple. I’d like to fuck you again. Just once. Sober,” she added, husky and dark and too tempting for any mere mortals to consider resisting.
Oh, no. But also oh, yes.
There was much to celebrate, because they were going to do it again, and Glinda was going to enjoy every fleeting second of it.