Fire

There had been few instances during her 19 years of living when she’d actually had to wait for something she wanted to happen to actually...well happen. It was simply unheard of for the (somewhat) spoiled little rich girl to have to endure a long, tortuously agonising wait for that which she so desperately wanted. Her requests never denied. Her whims always met. Her wants always fulfilled. And always in a timely and appropriate fashion. That was the existence of a pretty blonde heiress after all. So, taking into account that nothing like the tortuously agonising wait she was currently experiencing had ever occurred in her existence before, because frankly there hadn’t been a moment like this, of wanting something so desperately as she wanted the luscious dark lips hovering so close to her own to complete their journey and meet with her equally luscious lips, Galinda Arduennas of the Uplands was at an utter standstill as to how to cope with this new sensation.

Patience, from the Gillikin girl’s viewpoint, was not a virtue.

She didn’t think she could take much more. Anticipation could be wildly exciting but really, this was getting ridiculous now. She could feel Elphaba so close yet she stayed away still. Did she not want this as much as the blonde girl?

The trembling warm hand, the shallow hot breaths gently bathing her face from the girl so close before her told Galinda that Elphaba did want this. The tall girl mirrored the reactions of her own excited body. Blonde curls bouncing as her body shivered with anticipation and fear and there was a healthy mixture of want and need mixed in there too. Galinda knew she wanted to feel dark lips upon her own and if she could deduce the same from how the green girl trembled, so it seemed Elphaba shared in this want.

So why the wait?

More to the point, why wasn’t the more experienced heiress doing something about it?

It was not as if Galinda was unaccustomed to what came next when two bodies were as close as the green and the pale girl were now. Which is not to say the blonde was awash with experience (certainly not as much as errant green thoughts imagined anyway) she was, after all, the daughter of an Arduennas with all the trappings of decorum and reputation such a name carried with it. But there had been moments like this in the past. When lips hovered close to her own only to pause at the very last moment - out of fear, trepidation, plain shyness who could tell? - wherein Galinda, impatient, giggly, popular Galinda, would sweep up and finish the job, so to speak, and make the connection herself.

So why couldn’t she do the same now when perhaps it mattered most?

As tangential as blonde thoughts were beginning to become – what in Lurline’s name is wrong now? Does my breath smell? Have I done something wrong? If someone comes along now and knocks on that door I will deprive them of a vital organ without the use of magic – the one resounding thought that could make sense of her uncharacteristic reticence in completing the connection between them was so simple in its reasoning, the blonde marvelled at it not being the first thought that had crossed her mind.

Kiss me, Elphie. Please kiss me.

The blonde’s thoughts all merged into that one desire repeated over and over inside. She wanted Elphaba to kiss her. She needed the taller girl to make that last move and brush soft dark lips against her own. She couldn’t do it the other way around this time. She couldn’t be the one to be bold, to take what she wanted first.

She wanted Elphaba to be the one to kiss her.

It may be a small matter of semantics to most people who found themselves in a similar position, and really she supposed it probably didn’t matter to the majority of people who kissed whom but to Galinda it was incredibly important to make that distinction known.

This wasn’t like those other times she had come to realise. Nothing that had gone before this moment, no kiss, no intimate embrace such as the one they were on the verge of sharing even compared, could even be said to occupy the same category as what she was experiencing, what she was feeling right now.

This was simply unique, this moment. Just like the girl she was sharing it with. And for that reason alone Galinda wanted Elphaba to be the one to initiate it. Because then she’d know the moment was real. And if it was real there was a chance it might last.

“Kiss me Elphie. Please kiss me.”

.The thought whispered out loud wasn’t an accident, though on later reflection Galinda might have liked a little less desperation to come out in her tone.

She just wanted to let the girl so tantalisingly close to her know, in case there was any doubt, which really was ridiculous because she was standing there with her eyes closed and lips ready for Kumbricia’s sake! Nevertheless she wanted to let Elphaba know that this was something she wanted too.

“Kiss me.” She whispered again.

The green girl only needed telling twice.

Elphaba unconsciously wet dry lips once more, unaware with her eyes closed that Galinda had done the same thing. All doubt and delay disappeared on hearing Galinda’s soft, slightly desperate plea. The tall girl closed the last of the millimetres of distance between them, still with a trembling hand upon a pale cheek. She brushed dark lips softly, reverently, against the pale ones beneath hers, finally completing the connection. The journey she now thought she had always been destined to make with her roommate.

It was soft and warm beneath her touch, Elphaba had never known such a thing before now. She brushed her lips once more over the willing pair beneath hers, with only the barest of pressure at first. It was all she dared to do in the face of all the unknowable, not to mention unfathomable reactions she was having when soft lips responded to her own.

Warmth emanating from Galinda’s lips seemed to suffuse Elphaba’s entire body. Making her aware of all the places she’d felt cold in the past. And certain places that had held heat before burned with a new intensity as she realised that instead of the brief kiss with the lightest of pressure she had intended to perform, she was pressing a little harder on the soft pink below.

Lips were becoming a little moist for both dark and light now. The added pressure from the green girl an entirely welcome progression. Building up a friction between them which pragmatically Elphaba knew to be the simple results of the physics of the situation, but when she boldly darted her tongue along Galinda’s bottom lip so she could taste for the first time lips that were not her own, she knew there was nothing simple or scientific about it.

She knew she’d never find a formula in a book to explain how she felt in that moment of tasting Galinda’s lips. This was something Elphaba was discovering for herself without the aid of her precious library, and was all the more thrilling for it. The more pressure she placed on Galinda’s lips she realised the more there was to discover about these new sensations. Sensations she had had no idea existed in the world before now. Or in the very least if that sounded implausible - for surely a girl of Elphaba’s intelligence knew the basics of human sexuality? -  she had no idea such things existed inside of her before now.

Such things as the urge to deepen her kiss further with the first tantalisingly delicious taste of Galinda’s lips. She let her tongue swim along the soft lips of the blonde in a few more gentle strokes before insisting, in the most unabashed and commanding manner (at least for a girl who’s never done this before) that she be let entry. The moaned response, all Galinda could manage as she parted for Elphaba no doubt in her mind that as first kisses went this was the most heated, the most beautiful one she’d ever experienced, was like pouring fuel on the fire within the green girl. Immediately she felt her body respond in a way she might have dreamed about once, after a little too much Vinkus wine had caused Galinda to unselfconsciously remove every item of clothing before bed in front of a shocked yet wildly fascinated Elphaba. But if her dream had felt exactly like this she knew she would never have awoken again.

She wanted more from Galinda. She wanted to give more to the blonde girl which was perhaps the most startling of the two raw emotions raging through her body right then. Elphaba Thropp wasn’t known for her giving nature. Not that she was selfish (self-absorbed perhaps) she had just never been in a position before where she wanted to give anything of herself to another person. Well really there had been no need in the past. No need for a show of affection to her family as they showed so little to her. No need to demonstrate with exaggerated affections that she was happy to see a friend in the halls of Shiz as she had no friends at Shiz (Boq didn’t count as he boarded at Queen’s, and was too small to demonstrate friendship with anyway) So although there had been no need for it in the past, a truth which stung the green girl as much as water upon her skin, that did not mean she would ignore that need now.

With the minimal of thought before it, her actions and movements now born of instinct more than anything else, Elphaba raised the hand that had been sat delicately in the curve of a hip all this time to join its opposite on Galinda’s hot-to-the-touch face. A firm yet gentle pressure holding the blonde in place, thrilling her with the propriety of the action whilst green lips deepened their passionate kiss.

To steady increasingly unsteady legs Galinda finally reached out to the girl before her, her limbs up till now had been caught in a mesmerised spell of inactivity, probably due to all her brain power being diverted to the feel of green lips upon pink ones. It was somewhat of a relief to find that her arms still worked, placing slightly shaky hands on the slender hips of the taller girl. The bony outline of a slim waist unmistakable beneath the drab dress Elphaba wore. The urge to feel beneath the rough fabric, place her innocent hands against naked skin would have shocked the heiress as soon as she thought of it, if a second later she hadn’t also thought how right it was to be touching Elphaba at last. A natural progression of that touch seemed perfectly reasonable to her.

Even if she didn’t have the courage to progress things right then. Even though at that very moment her mind and the myriad of thoughts inside it were swept away when Elphaba once more begged entry to her mouth. Possessively holding her in two firm hands as she darted a strong tongue across now swollen lips. Even if the desire to touch green skin always remained a desire and not transferred into an act committed time and again, the fact of the matter was, it just felt right between them.

This exchange, this moment, this kiss was right. Galinda had never been so sure of anything in her life before. She grasped slender hips a little tighter when a wave of fire flared through her body at the insistent green tongue battling with her own. Yes, this was most definitely right she acknowledged once more, hands roaming up a surprisingly muscled back, the thin fabric of the taller girl’s dress thankfully leaving little to the imagination. Sinewy muscles glimpsed in the half-light before sleep were now tantalisingly taut beneath desperate fingertips.

If this was an example of how first kisses felt from the green girl, Galinda had the vague thought when the hands clasped to her face began to roam a little lower, tracing a very flushed neck, back up to golden curls to then reach for the nape of her neck again, bringing them closer if that were even possible, then the blonde simply couldn’t wait for how a second kiss might feel. Not that she wanted this kiss to end you understand. It being the most sensuous, beautiful, momentous first kiss she’d ever experienced (and she had experienced a fair few let’s be honest now) but the blonde was quite aware, in that vague it’s-in-the-back-of-my-mind kind of awareness, that in order to initiate a second kiss, a first one had to be broken. 

Well this is a dilemma.

She pondered, almost losing the thought entirely as Elphaba changed pressure again – or had it been Galinda this time? – and began placing gentle slow strokes of her tongue against Galinda’s. Nipping playfully every now and then the willing lips below hers with teeth that were surprisingly sharp. The sensation seemed to link directly with the fire Galinda had noticed growing in her lower abdomen which was certainly a new experience for her even if she’d been kissed before now. And as it ratcheted up a notch further at Elphaba’s sensuous explorations with her tongue, whether the blonde wanted to break their first kiss in order to initiate a second one became a moot point. For as that fire grew it appeared to strip the oxygen from her body, most acutely felt in lungs that needed air and legs that had grown suddenly weak. Soon she’d have no choice but to pull away. In fact said lack of choice was fast approaching when Galinda realised she needed to take in a breath if she was going to go on standing.

With a gargantuan effort of willpower she never knew she possessed the blonde girl tore her mouth away from Elphaba. Much needed air clamoured desperately down her throat, hitting her lungs in a burst of activity, causing breath to be expelled in short, sharp bursts. 

She pulled back only slightly from the taller girl who still had her hands tangled in blonde hair and her mouth tantalisingly close to her own, so in effect she couldn’t move that far away even if she wanted to. She didn’t. She kept her blue gaze fixed on the hazel before her, what she now recognised as Elphaba’s look of panic quickly overriding the raw desire she’d caught a glimpse of moments ago. The green girl’s movements became slightly agitated too, the hands that had so desperately held her fell away to a more safer position of resting gently against Galinda’s sides.

She had a feeling this might happen. The blonde really wasn’t as dim as most people thought.

Finally finding her voice after the tempo of her breathing had returned to normal enabling her to speak without fear of hyperventilating, Galinda moved a hand up from bony hip to gently cup a smooth exquisitely defined cheek as she whispered her reassurance. Quite marvelling at the notion it was she who had to reassure Elphaba of something. Her roommate knew everything after all.

“Don’t worry Elphie, you haven’t done anything wrong.”

With her free hand Galinda reached for the green one resting on her hip. Entwining fingers together for the first time, a natural interlocking of pale and green as if the two friends had been doing it for a lifetime and not just this once.

“On the contrary,” Galinda continued seeing that look of panic not completely dispel from deep brown eyes.

“What you did was so right, felt so wonderful, you literally took my breath away.”

She ran a hot thumb gently over dark swollen from kissing lips, hoping she was doing enough to reassure the taller girl.

“Is that why you…?” Elphaba’s voice was thick with the desire she’d had to bank when Galinda pulled away from her. It startled her to hear such rich deepness coming from her own mouth. She found she couldn’t finish the question for fear her voice would crack with the burning she felt inside for the other girl.

“Pulled away so I could breathe?” There was a smile playing on Galinda’s pink lips as she intuited the green girl’s thoughts. It was completely devoid of mirth or malice. She simply found it enchanting that confident, assured Elphaba needed reassurance from her this way. 

“Yes Elphie darling,” the endearment didn’t go unnoticed no matter how softly spoken.

A sharp dark brow rose in question of the remark but was soon tamed by the smile that broke out on green features as she realised she liked the term. She had never been anyone’s darling before, and whilst she wasn’t sure the assessment wholly suited such a spiky character as she, coming from Galinda it did sound awfully appealing.

“I thought it prudent,” continued the blonde as soon as she saw Elphaba had accepted her phrasing. “To obtain oxygen when I began to feel my head become light and my legs grow weak.”

The blonde couldn’t resist the thorough explanation, figuring that Elphaba would appreciate the detail, hoping she’d see the huge compliment that lay within it. But just to make sure... 

“You do, you know.” Galinda almost whispered, looking deep in to hazel eyes. A wave of desire coursed through her when she saw the barely masked look of need in the other girl’s gaze.

“Do what my sweet?”

Elphaba asked her voice soft and tentative this time. The panic within her that all this had been a mistake finally abated. Leaving in its wake a desire for the girl before her that she acknowledged rather ruefully, with just a smidgeon of irony, had been there from the moment they had first met. It was only now that it was allowed a voice and freedom to express itself.

“Make my legs go weak.”

With her words Galinda slipped both hands so they looped around the taller girl’s neck. The difference in height necessitating a reach up from the smaller girl which had the dual result of bringing them closer together once again, and for remarkably ample breasts to press against the chest of the green girl.

Elphaba felt the sensual contact and thought her heart might explode, when blood and nerve endings and whatever those fibres were springing to life inside her, making her abdomen and lower parts ache with a new fire all joined in a silent cacophony of feeling and sensation within her.

She adjusted her hold on the blonde girl slightly, feeling a little weak herself but absolutely unwilling to let this intimate embrace waver. Green hands slipped down to a curved waist, softer and more womanly than her own she knew, liking the way her hands fit perfectly in the curve of Galinda’s hips.

“Do your legs feel weak now?”

She husked in a low voice. Wanting so much to follow the question with another kiss, but settling for drawing their cheeks close together, brushing gently the soft skin of a reddish pink cheek.

It took a few moments for Galinda to gather herself enough to form words in reply to Elphaba’s question. The sensual feel of the girl’s cheek rubbing her own was sweeping her away again.

“Well as a matter of fact…” she began unable to resist the opportunity of a bared cheek Elphaba had placed in front of her mouth when she shifted position slightly. She placed a rather chaste kiss (by the standards already set that evening anyway) on the warm skin before continuing.

"I do feel a little weak in the knees.”

Another kiss on hot skin. This time it was Elphaba finding the place where jaw curved into neck too irresistible on the blonde. Needing to pay it homage before further thought or speech could prevent her. That one kiss quickly turned into another, placed just a little further down a slender neck. Galinda let out a sensual moan at the feel of lips upon a part of her she’d never felt lips before.

Oh my goodness the heiress fell back on her favourite exclamation as Elphaba took it upon herself to explore more fully the sensations that caused Galinda to moan so.

In between languid licks and nips of her neck, the blonde aiding and abetting the action by tilting her head back allowing full exposure to the task, the green girl in a surprisingly seductive voice which she had no idea she was capable of whispered a response to Galinda.

“Perhaps my sweet, if you are feeling too weak to stand, we should carry on with this activity in bed?”

Oh.

My.

Goodness.