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“Because I knew you, I have been changed for good.”
Elphaba and Glinda collapse into each other’s arms, crying harder. Every second feels like the last they can share. Elphaba strokes Glinda’s hair, trying both to soothe her and to enjoy her touch a little longer. She feels torn inside, but her mind sees the path ahead. She takes a deep breath.
“Come, no one can know you were here.”
She grabs Glinda’s hand, searching for a place to hide. As they quickly move down the corridor, Elphaba is struck by the way Glinda’s sparkling appearance contrasts with the dark bricks around her. She knows she will miss this light. She tries to silence the voices in her head and guides Glinda toward the closet.
“You stay here.”
“What?”
Elphaba’s heart melts at Glinda’s confused gaze, tears still trailing down her cheeks.
“Glinda, it’s gonna be fine.” She smiles softly. “I love you.”
Glinda closes her eyes, visibly struggling to express words.
“I love you too.”
Elphaba closes the door quickly. Flooded with emotion, she presses her hands against the door and cries. There is still so much left unsaid, but time has slipped through their fingers. All she can do now is face the inevitable.
She hears Glinda’s sobs through the door, and the sound is unbearable. Elphaba tightens her fists, forcing herself to let her go.
The door opens suddenly. Elphaba stumbles forward straight into Glinda’s arms, and Glinda grabs her instinctively.
“I can’t let you go!” Glinda shouts, as if their faces were not centimeters away from each other. “I can’t…” she repeats more quietly, her voice shaking.
They share a long look. In this silence, Elphaba’s clarity dissolves. The distance between them fades and they kiss. For a moment, everything else seems to evaporate. Elphaba wraps her arms around Glinda, pulling her close, craving a tight embrace. She can’t let her go either. Glinda moans softly and Elphaba feels arousal spark within her. This was not part of the plan at all.
The sound of footsteps on the stairs makes them jump. They close the door of the closet to hide. With their backs to the wall, they entwine their hands and try to make their breathing barely perceptible. Through the narrow gap of the door, they see Dorothy, the lion, Fiyero and Boq, who is holding an axe. Glinda’s hand is shaking, and Elphaba tightens her hold on it. Their eyes meet in the dim light. Elphaba is hit again by this mix of instinct for survival and a physical desire for Glinda. She feels an urgent need to kiss her again, to express the feelings she has long repressed. Glinda’s gaze drops to Elphaba’s lips, and she senses the same longing. They look away, waiting anxiously for the danger to pass.
The intruders finally turn away. The women remain still for a few moments longer. Elphaba can’t tell how much time passes but at some point, naturally, their lips find each other again. Glinda presses Elphaba gently against the wall, sliding her arms around her neck. Elphaba’s hand drifts to her lower back, her body slightly swaying against hers. She enjoys the warmth of Glinda’s tongue, the firm touch of her fingers. The clothes between them feel like a sweet torment.
Glinda licks Elphaba's neck, kisses her down through her chest, sliding her tongue below the fabric to reach her breasts. Elphaba feels electricity throughout her body. She grips her hair. Glinda gets on her knees and kisses Elphaba’s hand sensually.
Seeing Glinda on her knees for her feels completely unreal to Elphaba. She never dared to dream of this. The tension between them is so consuming that they could keep going in this uncomfortable space but Elphaba wants to give her more.
“Come with me.”
Taking Glinda’s hand, she helps her stand, and they step out of the closet together, ready to surrender to this sapphic love as if there was no tomorrow.
Elphaba takes her to her bedroom. It is under the roof with one large round window. The black sheets match the black metal bed frame. Handcuffs are attached to the wall behind the bed. Elphaba takes a few steps inside and suddenly feels hesitant. She doesn’t want to frighten her lover.
“Well… This is my room, but-”
As she turns, she discovers that Glinda has already undressed. Elphaba freezes, caught off guard.
“Shall we use these cuffs, love?” Glinda's voice is both soft, needy, and dominant.
Elphaba loses her mind. She needs to feel her lips again, to feel her skin against hers. She closes the gap quickly, kisses her, holding her cheeks between her hands. Glinda slides her hands on her shoulders, pushing the fabric aside. Elphaba’s dress falls to the floor. Elphaba holds Glinda tight. The touch of their breasts drives her mad. She can feel Glinda’s heart racing as fast as hers. Glinda’s long nails are scratching her skin with more and more intensity.
They lie on the bed. Glinda lifts Elphaba’s arms and slides them in the large, metallic cuffs. Elphaba is usually the one who cuffs other people, but she adores being in this position with Glinda. Glinda kisses her skin relentlessly, proving with her mouth that she can't let her go. She slides her tongue between Elphaba’s legs and the sensation is beyond magic. With each slow movement of her tongue, Glinda makes Elphaba moan louder. Elphaba clutches the chains and the cuffs burn her wrists. Glinda is holding her hips, stroking her skin with the tip of her nails. She increases the pace of her tongue, Elphaba’s breathing becomes erratic. Their eyes meet and Elphaba can see how Glinda’s pupils are dilated. She comes with a loud moan. She keeps whimpering as Glinda comes into her arms to snuggle. Elphaba struggles to understand how they were planning to part just minutes ago.
“Untie me,” Elphaba whispers.
Glinda sighs softly. She looks as if she didn't want to leave her embrace but she is ready to keep going. They switch positions. Glinda lies on her back as Elphaba cuffs her wrists. Glinda wraps her legs around Elphaba’s hips, they kiss passionately, their bodies pressed together, nipples hard. Glinda moans Elphaba’s name, tugging on the chains.
Elphaba gets between her legs in her turn. She starts licking with slow movements, mindful of how responsive Glinda is. She loves to hear her lover’s moans mingling with the clicking sound of the chains. Gradually, she quickens the pace, precise and wild. She can feel how much Glinda needs it. She keeps licking when Glinda starts to come, making sure she reaches full satisfaction. Glinda’s voice is mesmerizing in these high pitches.
Elphaba releases her wrists. They pull the blanket over themselves and hug tightly, wishing that the world would only be the two of them. They both feel satisfied, and tired of fighting. They need to go somewhere no one can find them. Elphaba’s certainties have shifted quickly. But when her gaze gets lost in Glinda’s, it feels undeniably right.