Fire

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

There are decisions we make in life which are thought through and prepared. Which have been considered from several perspectives and innumerable outcomes premised before reaching the decision one eventually reaches. They may range from the mundane - Which tie goes with this suit? Tea with saffron cream or without? - or be of such importance that the decision reached, should it be the incorrect one, will throw you down a path in life you never thought you’d tread let alone dared to.

Follow blindly the Wizard’s doctrine or question where all the Animals have gone could be one such example.

Either kind of decision can require fierce activity of thought before it. Especially from those conscientious practitioners of the art, who pride themselves on being well prepared. Knowing exactly what they will do and why they will do it at any given moment.

Then there are the decisions we make in life without much forethought or planning. That are made within a split second of the idea for the decision coming to our minds in the first place. They are impulsive and often surprise us. As if they have been made without our knowledge and immediately we panic that they are the wrong decisions to make. We may even think to ourselves, given more time, we might have made a different decision entirely. Time being that great purveyor of wisdom or so the saying goes. What seemed right at the time and all that can look like a terrible decision in the dawning light of a new day. When the cost and consequence of the impetuous choice have been laid bare and we realise we may have been wrong. How awful the quick decision can seem then. How we wish we’d had more time to think it through.

How easy we forget that acting on instinct and making decisions in the shortest of seconds often leads us to those moments that change one’s life for the better. And always for good.

Did that really just happen?

Elphaba wasn’t contemplating the complexities of her decision making process when her seductive suggestion was met by the air about them turning thick from a new kind of tension. Galinda’s soft breathing taking on a more staccato rhythm. One could call it panting if one wanted to envisage the blonde in that needy, lust-filled role, and let’s face it Elphaba kind of did.

Did that really just happen?

The tall girl was stuck on the very suggestion she’d voiced moments ago so if anyone was to ask her where the decision had come from and why she’d spoken it in the first place - and rest assured if it wasn’t for the fact that Galinda’s brain had gone into permanent hibernation, all it’s power diverted to keep her lungs functioning and her heart beating, she would be asking Elphaba why she’d said that in the first place – then the green girl would be unable to answer such a simple (are you kidding me?) enquiry.

Because she couldn’t quite believe she’d asked it to begin with.

Did that really jus…don’t say it again.

Elphaba was many things but repetitive was not one of them she sternly told herself. Stilling the looping thought until it was no more than an echo she could easily tune out when she focused on her present and the luscious girl in her arms.

There was no distance between them. Despite the surprising nature of what Elphaba had just uttered silencing the room the two girls still held each other with intimate ease. The panicked reaction of pulling away in case none of this was wanted had at least been dismissed in both their minds, so Elphaba could remain with her dark lips tantalisingly close to the pink ear she’d just whispered in. The pale arms of the smaller girl could remain wrapped around a strong green neck. Her curvaceous form up just an inch on tip-toes in order for them to sit comfortably as if they belonged there. The swell of full pert breasts tenaciously pressed against the rather receptive chest of the taller girl as Galinda’s breathing regulated to a mid-tempo in/out in/out action. It drew heady desires of want and need from Elphaba. Even though she was new to this she wasn’t so naïve as to not acknowledge how such feelings had played a part in making the decision she so quickly made. Following that through with the suggestion of it spoken out loud in that sensual tone neither girl knew Elphaba was capable of. And now she drew in a deep breath as once more hard peaks pressed closer then receded. Galinda’s perfume infused her senses, mixed in with a heady aroma created from an entirely different but equally enticing source. The tall girl thought she might combust from the heat all these new sensations were creating within her.

All debate of ‘did this really just happen’ was swallowed up by the fact that this, however this was to be defined, was really happening. Right now. And that was all that mattered. A moist tongue snaked from sensitive ear over a throbbing pulse to find purpose at the juncture of neck and shoulder. Lips and sharp teeth joining the advance party when the sensual moan the whole move caused escaped the blonde girl in her arms.

“Oh my goodness.”

The heiress exclaimed aloud for once, unable to prevent a natural inclination of her head backwards in order for more expanse of neck to be offered to the girl kissing her with complete abandon.

If this counted as a second kiss from Elphie it was definitely on a par with the first she thought. Flames of desire and need licked up higher inside her, growing in their intensity. Causing a not unpleasant liquid heat to swell in between the juncture of her thighs.

“Oh my goodness,” she said again as strong hands took a hint from the inquisitive mouth and joined in the exploration of Galinda’s body. A body that hadn’t yet been touched in quite the same way as Elphaba began touching her now.

Green hands inched boldly around Galinda’s waist, squeezing and wrestling with the ridiculously priced cloth of her dress which kept Galinda’s pale flesh hidden for the time being. One arm led its inquisitive fingers up the curve of the blonde’s spine, dancing across the bared shoulder blades and upper back beautifully exposed by the latest fashion trends. Elphaba reached up higher to place a forceful hand to the back of blonde curls, urging her roommate’s tilted head back to her waiting, urgent mouth. As exquisite as it was lavishing kisses upon Galinda’s neck, the green girl soon grew impatient to feel those luscious pink lips on her own again.

Caught in the molten heat of a searing kiss Galinda, vaguely aware of the hand cupping her head bringing them closer, had little room to think where Elphaba’s other hand might have travelled. Until she moaned into the taller girl’s mouth words that might have been ‘oh my goodness’ when she felt the strong hand of the green girl quite firmly cup her ass, squeezing one cheek and then the other.

As it seemed the blonde approved of her most recent exploration born from actions the green girl was literally making up on the spot, following some sort of instinctual pattern nestled deep inside her which she was filing away in the back of her brain for later thought and research, Elphaba, all crashing lips and questing tongue, felt again the rounded pleasantly firm rear of the smaller girl. Unable to stop herself from going further when she felt Galinda’s tongue fight her own for dominance inside her mouth, eventually receding that particular battle to the smaller girl as it just felt too good not to, Elphaba reached lower on Galinda’s body. Inching the blonde’s (thankfully) short dress up in order for at least one barrier between hand and skin to be removed.

In breathless moments of languid kisses, moans of delight and desire escaping both girls, the barrier was breached. A scalding hot hand met with equally feverish skin for the first time. If either girl had eyes open to see, both would admit the beautiful contrast of a green hand against the pink tinged smooth flesh of Galinda’s thigh. The touch was tentative and light but wanted by both of them.

It was a moment both girls had perhaps been unknowingly waiting for ever since that first fleeting touch of soft hand against bared skin. When Galinda had touched Elphaba’s shoulder the night of the Oz Dust dance. The pull of glistening emerald irresistible in the low lamplight of their room. It had probably been that moment more than any of the others that had led both girls to where they were now. A hot tangle of lust and need. Of wet kisses and tentative touch. A cumulative reaction of all the moments shared since that very first one. Distilled into now. This moment of need.

A moment which might have been savoured a lot longer and led to further explorations than the slow and not so slow squeezing and touching Elphaba was performing upon Galinda’s thigh, if it had not been for the blonde’s desperate surge of emotion for the green girl. Which manifested itself in an ill-thought out repositioning of her arms wrapped around the taller girl’s neck, inadvertently changing the delicate axis of balance between the two girls. With Elphaba leaning quite far into the smaller girl in order to reach the luscious expanse of thigh, and Galinda’s own perilous stance on tip-toes not being the most secure basis for keeping upright, when pale arms moved from green neck in order for them to start their own journey of exploration along a body previously not explored, the world suddenly began to tilt backwards.

Barely breaking their kiss because it was the kind of kiss which mere gravity could not defy, Galinda and Elphaba pawed at each other as the floor of their room loomed close. Either not aware it was looming close or not having a care in all of Oz of the impending impact.

Some instinctual part of the green girl reached out with her hands that had been so busy tangled in blonde curls and the blonde’s dress to try and break some of their fall. The instincts of the heiress were to cling on as best she could. If she was going over then Elphaba was most definitely coming with her. It all added to the inevitability of the moment. Just as each moment before it seemed inevitable now and only did they break their passionate kiss when a blonde ass met firmly with a hard floor, and sharp bony angles of the green girl landed on top of her.

The thump and clatter of the fall sounded surprisingly loud in a room that up till moments ago had only been filled with heavy breathing and moans of pleasure from both occupants.

“Are you alright my sweet?”

It was the green girl who recovered her senses, or at least the sense to recognise that it could have been painful for Galinda to fall the way she did, first. She began to rise off the prone girl acutely aware of the way legs had tangled in their far from graceful fall. A firm thigh insinuated as if by design between the slightly parted thighs of the blonde girl. Elphaba was surprised that although her head kept urging her to move her body seemed intent on keeping her where she was. Contracting into itself and pushing further the thigh that was so dangerously placed.

When it made even closer contact with the blonde’s already sensitive, quite possibly overly stimulated centre, the hands of the heiress, which had all this time been wrapped around Elphaba’s slender waist, clutched a little tighter. The wind finally coming back to her lungs, Galinda halted the green girl’s half-hearted attempt at extricating herself, her upper body almost out of Galinda’s reach though their lower limbs were still entwined. The heiress with a firm tugging of the spare fabric of her drab dress urged Elphaba back down to her.

“Are you hurt?”

Elphaba tried once again to steer their unspoken topic along a safer path. There was a look in Galinda’s eyes not witnessed before. Radiant blue had darkened somewhat, narrowed as if in deep concentration of something. It made the green girl nervous, her heartbeat quickening, her body suffused with fresh fire. Pale hands crept up her spine the way they had begun to wander when both were vertical. Tangling in a now very unkempt braid, long strands of inky black hair thread through Galinda’s fingers. The leather tie always present loosening with the blonde’s every touch.

It was taking all of Elphaba’s will, not an arena in which the green girl lacked strength, to not give in to whatever new desire had erupted between them ever since she had fallen on soft flesh. Able to feel every lovely curve, every exquisite nuance of Galinda’s body beneath her own. And although she was at an absolute loss or so it seemed, to prevent her thigh from pressing against Galinda in a building rhythm she was quite sure she’d never known about before this moment, she was still determined enough to bring them both back from the dangerous place they teetered the edge of.

“Miss Galinda I really must insist you tell me of your injuries.”

She had aimed for firm and just the right level of spikiness she knew drove her roommate to distraction. What came out however was a husky intimation belying the words she said, and fuelling Galinda’s quest to fully unravel dark flowing locks. To join their mouths together in a lingering soulful kiss.

“I am not injured Elphie darling,” finally Galinda responded with something other than her wayward hands and a mischievous glint to her eye. Though when focused upon more fully the glint was still there. As were the wayward hands which were guiding the green girl’s stubborn face closer to her own.

Elphaba swallowed hard. In the maelstrom of bubbling emotions and raging hormones that made up the uninitiated teen, her body wasn’t doing anything her head was telling it to. Hands she’d insisted push her off the blonde were lowering her upper body towards her. Hips and thigh she really had told to cease all momentum paid no attention whatsoever. It was as if everything inside her, all the nuances and reasons for her doing anything at all in life had suddenly switched allegiances. And instead of listening to her head all of a sudden Elphaba Thropp had begun to listen to her heart.

A heart that wanted the girl whose lips were so close and whose need so apparent Elphaba felt powerless to deny her anything.

Their kiss had the assuredness of having happened before, both girls quite used to the shape and taste of each other now. But still it felt different, it felt new somehow. Galinda wondered if that would always be the case. Not thinking about it too much as there was far greater importance in focusing on the present and on the girl who less rigidly now held herself aloft above her. Lower bodies entangled in a dance even Galinda didn’t know the next steps to. But briefly the blonde tried to recall if other kisses from her past felt like it did kissing Elphie. It didn’t take her long to reach the conclusion that none had. Took even less time to formulate the hypothesis (the studious green girl really was having a positive influence on her) that perhaps the reason each kiss felt exciting, different and new was because that was simply how it felt to be kissed by this amazing beautiful creature. The only way she could ever find out if that would change, if it would always be the case or they would eventually settle in to more prosaic levels of intimacy, was to keep on kissing the green girl. At least for as long as Elphaba allowed such a thing.

Galinda had no problem with that plan. Putting it into action immediately by focusing back on the present and the very hot lips that touched her own. Her hands tangled deeply in ebony hair pressing rather forcefully upon the neck and head of the green girl, urging her closer. She wanted to feel Elphaba’s entire body against her own. Whatever was happening further south between strong and parted thighs began to cause an ache within the blonde girl. A tingling suffusion of heat raced up her body. Its source she suspected was the juncture of her thighs awakened for the first time by what the green girl was doing. Its goal seemed to be to settle in the hardened peaks of her breasts, which desperately ached to meet with the smaller ones above her, the way they had brushed against them when the two girls were standing.

If only she could get Elphie to just lower herself those final inches!

Another searing kiss. A pale darting tongue licking the green lips above hers and then a mouth sucking in the dark lower lip caused Elphaba to let out her first audible moan of the night. Her resolve to keep their desire banked finally crumbled as she did.

Slowly she lowered her upper body down upon the eager waiting girl below. Her arms screaming with the exertion of keeping herself at a safer distance for so long welcomed the reprieve, tangling almost immediately in to the blonde curls spread haphazardly before her.

The full contact between them brought a whimper of desire from the blonde. Feeling the gentle weight upon her chest she could detect her roommate’s reaction to it all. Her arousal unmistakable as Galinda felt the exquisite pressure of firm nipples brush against her own. It caused a flood of emotion to coil through her body. It set her veins on fire and her breath to fall into the panting rhythm of earlier as she realised that the green girl felt as she. Or in the very least given that the situation they were in, more particularly the position they were in was an entirely new experience for both girls, Galinda only hoped that what she was feeling pressed so close to Elphaba was also being felt by the taller girl.

She ran shaky hands up and down a sinuous back barely covered by the thin cloth of her dress, clinging on more desperately now as frenzied kisses were bestowed between the two. Trying to banish all doubt and fear to the back of her mind as she concentrated on the heat building up between her legs, vaguely wondering how such heat could ever be cooled down. Even vaguer was the consideration that she didn’t particularly want it to be.

The need for air separated the two of them for a few breathless moments. Each taking the opportunity to look over the other’s features. Discerning from hooded eyes alone, the desire in them unmistakable, that neither had made a wrong move yet. Galinda smiled at Elphaba. A sensuous and sincere gift of how much she felt for the green girl but could not yet say aloud. Elphaba’s heart kicked against her ribs at the sight. Never had she imagined someone would look at her with such open honest affection in their eyes. Fear yes, mistrust definitely, revulsion even and that not always from strangers, but not affection. Not desire. Not a look in the perfect sea blue of Galinda’s eyes which Elphaba hoped might turn into something more one day. Something that might last.

Green lips swept over the pink ones again. A soft sensuous exploration as Elphaba shifted gently, relieving some of the burden of her weight, insignificant as it was, upon Galinda and allowing both girls a little more freedom of access to each other’s bodies. The strange comfort of their position, which shouldn’t be comfortable at all given the hardness of the wooden floor and the cold that lived in the floorboards all year round, was perhaps aided by the gentle and not so gentle caresses each girl tentatively allowed.

A shaking hand followed the sharp curve of Elphaba’s waist. The folds of fabric which kept such a sensuous incline hidden under normal circumstances were bunched tightly around the green girl’s back. Galinda had the vague thought that tomorrow she would buy Elphaba some new clothes. Something that accentuated the unknown curves of the slim girl, and perhaps a tad lighter shade. Pink perhaps? Galinda clutched at the narrow curve even tighter. Her wayward thoughts interrupted by the very girl she was having them about. Curious green hands had strayed again, lingering on the slope of a pale shoulder and fluttering dangerously close on a bared upper chest. There really were only a few deep breaths between the heiress unveiling herself fully to a curious and needful Elphaba, so strained was the pink cloth keeping her breasts captive. Elphaba’s hands danced on the edge of that cloth, bestowing soft quick kisses each time her fingers fluttered over the taut fabric.

“Please.”

The soft plea whispered with urgent sincerity could have come from either girl. Both of them shared in its need to be fulfilled. So it didn’t really matter that the second time it was uttered, again indeterminate which girl had breathed the word, a pale hand reached up and held gently the green hovering so close above hardened peaks.

The green girl’s eyes leapt up to find the blue ones gazing at her. A mixture of shyness and outright need burning bright in them.

Did they do this now?

Both as inexperienced as they were knew that the next step, should it be taken, was likely to be an irreversible one. Not that either girl even wished to contemplate going back on anything previously shared that night, and it wasn’t really a conscious thought now. It was more like instinct in both girls. They just felt that everything would be different after. It would all be changed.

Galinda held Elphaba’s slightly shaky hand in her own not exactly still one. The heat of their combined skin was surely going to create steam to rise off them soon. She swallowed hard, focusing completely on the wide brown eyes so close to her own.

Elphaba was so beautiful. The thought ran free through her mind. It made the heiress smile slightly, the warmth of emotion the thought caused emanating from her chest and moving to points south.

All movement had stilled between them. The air charged with particles of need and want. Something deeper, something much bigger than the urgent quick fumbling of two teenage college girls passed between them. And both Galinda and Elphaba recognised, rejoiced even, when the moment was felt and knew it could not be turned away from. Neither girl wanted to turn away now.

“Please Elphaba,” for a third time Galinda’s voice broke the charged atmosphere.

The green girl swept over soft lips gently in response.

“What is it my sweet?” she whispered when the kiss ended.

“Touch me.” It was an urgent whisper Galinda hadn’t uttered before. There had been no-one she had wanted to say it to before now.

Their eyes blazed desire back at each other. If there was an iota of doubt or uncertainty in the blue Elphaba could not detect it.

“Are you sure?” She asked softly. Needing the touch as much as her companion but giving Galinda one last chance to steer them both away from this. This moment which could not be taken back.

Galinda smiled beatifically up at the green girl in answer. Drawing their lips together once again, the kiss full and hard. She pulled back, caressing the soft emerald skin with a shaky palm.

“Yes my darling, I’m sure. Are you?”

The trembling hand stilled on Elphaba’s cheek. Fingertips curling around her sharp jaw, resting on green lips that tentatively kissed them, easing the shake a little.

“Oh Galinda,” the green girl whispered, bestowing a quick kiss on waiting lips. “I’m sure my love. I’m so sure.”

There was little left to say.

If either girl had previously imagined this moment happening between them, and it was quite possible each girl had fantasised though doubtful their fantasies had travelled as far as their reality had led them, then it was a fairly certain bet, in fact you could say it was a sure thing, that neither girl’s fantasy had involved lying upon the polished floor of their own room. The heiress just wasn’t the cold hard floor type and to Elphaba the impracticality of the situation would have ruled it out. Though there was one time when she daydreamed in the library about a particular secluded spot in the history section...but perhaps that’s a story for another day.

Yet here they were, all tangled lips and playful kisses. Ignoring the hard surface they rolled around on, the cold as it bit into gradually unadorned skin. They were a mesh of heat, slow movements and speeded up touches. The fire between them which had begun so small with just the smallest of embers feeding it, had reached its zenith with flames licking at their very souls each time a hand caressed the other’s slick heat. They paused for breath, to gaze longingly, lovingly into hazel and blue only for the dance to begin again and hands quickened in their urgency. They moved in time with each other. Perfect partners to a melody only they could hear. The crescendo cried out in a muffled scream. One’s voice a slightly lower timbre but the feelings and the meaning behind it were equal.

Elphaba drew in a deep breath, smiling down at the blonde girl as she propped her head up by one hand. Galinda’s face was flushed, a becoming pink infused her soft cheeks. Bright blue eyes sparkled and then darkened as the desire hit her again. Elphaba traced green fingertips of her free hand over bruised and swollen lips. Galinda kissing each soft digit in turn, causing a low growl to emanate from the back of the taller girl’s throat when the heiress decided to suck her index finger into her mouth. Licking the salt and sweat and the taste of herself off the green skin.

“You know my sweet,” Elphaba uttered in a voice far huskier than she intended. Galinda slowly released the captive finger, the deep husky voice crawled into every inch of her body making her shudder. Elphaba couldn’t help but smirk at the reaction.

She lazily trailed her hand down a flushed neck, brushing over nipples which hardened instantly at the touch, to then move on and rest gently on a firm taut stomach.

“When I suggested,” she continued, her voice soft now in the quiet room but no less sexy. “We should carry on with this activity, I did specify we should aim to do so in bed.”

The green girl smirked, one of her I-find-myself-amusing looks which was joined by a raised dark brow when Galinda smiled knowingly in return. Pale hands began their own lazy wandering around a green body, skin sheathed in a light layer of sweat cool apart from where Galinda’s hand roamed.

“Well Elphie darling,” the blonde responded, teasing a pert dark nipple, making Elphaba’s breath draw in sharply at the touch. Her superior smirk slipped from view. “Who said we aren’t going to carry on with this activity in bed?”

Galinda smiled in triumph at for once having the last word where Elphaba was concerned. And to prevent the spiky girl from rebounding with a clever retort the blonde swept up and captured dark lips in a searing kiss. Driving all sane thoughts from the green girl’s mind with its intensity.

Only one thought managed to break through the rush of feeling and need and desire that was starting anew in Elphaba’s body. It was a thought she’d previously never had before. One could say it was a thought that under normal circumstances was far better suited to come out from under blonde curls. But as soon as it flashed through her mind the green girl couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, and she didn’t mind in the slightest that it was a very un-Elphaba thing of her to think.

Oh my goodness.

She wrapped her arms around the waist of the blonde, heaving them over with minimal effort so she lay upon the floor, adorned by a naked impatient heiress with questing hands.

They would make it to bed that night eventually. They would hear the rush of the rain and thunder beat against their window, drowning the noise out with their own rush of ecstasy over and over again. They would rest satiated in each others arms and watch as the dawn broke, sweeping the storm away. And as the sky burnt orange with a new day, neither girl felt the hollow stone of regret which could have settled inside them as their impetuous actions were seen in a new light. They only felt comfort next to one another. They only felt safe and protected. For each of them, and for very different reasons, it was the first time in both girls lives they could truly say they were happy.

“What happens now Elphie?” Galinda asked in a sleepy voice as she snuggled in even closer to the bony crook of a green neck, tangling her legs with the other girl, placing a propriety hand over her waist.

Elphaba kissed the top of soft curls and huddled down under the covers, an almost asleep heiress safely in her arms as she did. She frowned only slightly as she thought about Galinda’s question. Not sure she had an answer for her.

“Now we sleep my sweet. Now we sleep.” She breathed in deeply the scent of the girl next to her and the musky scent of the air in their room, a pleasant after effect of their hours of lovemaking.

Galinda yawned, not satisfied with that answer in the slightest but lacking the tenacity to really protest too much.

“And after sleep?” She managed to get out before succumbing to its hold on her.

Elphaba sighed, watching as her partner slipped under the spell of exhaustion. She bestowed one last kiss to Galinda’s brow, the girl seemed to smile in her sleep at the touch.

“I don’t know what happens next my sweet.” Elphaba confessed, letting her own hold on consciousness slip from her grasp.

“I only know everything has changed.”

She smiled with the thought, finally following Galinda in sleep. Clutching the girl tightly to her when she felt Galinda squeeze close.

Yes everything had changed. The green girl’s last thoughts played out before dreams overtook her consciousness. And for better or worse, they had changed for good.

The end