Chapter 3
The two girls were in bed; Elphaba was reading with the light on, wearing her glasses and a short white nightgown.
Galinda had just fallen asleep. She was lying mostly on her side, facing Elphaba, with her two perfectly manicured hands resting gently between them. Her topmost leg was half-way on top of Elphaba’s right. She was wearing yet another frillified pink slip (how many did she own, anyway?). Galinda didn’t move much in her sleep and rarely even made a sound.
Elphaba promised herself just one more chapter and then she’d actually, really go to sleep.
She flipped her pages as slowly and smoothly as she could, trying not to disturb Galinda’s sleep.
Galinda made a small noise through her closed lips, almost like a whimper. Elphaba pulled her eyes away from her book and glanced at Galinda from her periphery. The girl remained unmoving, so Elphaba went back to her book.
“Mmm.”
There Galinda went again. Once more, Elphaba eyed her without moving her head.
Her blonde hair was strewn around her face and pillow and still somehow managed to look intentional. (Elphaba usually slept with her hair in pigtails to keep it out of her way.)
Her soft pink eyelids fluttered, probably dreamifying. Her lips were parted, only barely; you wouldn’t even know unless you were looking close.
This was the face Elphaba had memorized even before they were friends, when they did cruel things just to get under each other’s skin. She couldn’t believe that the person she once despised was sitting so close to her now, so at ease and vulnerable.
Galinda’s breathing was deep and steady. She was still asleep, then. Elphaba admired her a little longer from the corner of her eye before returning to her book.
Elphaba turned a page, and Galinda gasped; the softest, most melodic “aah.” Clearly these small disturbances were disrupting her beauty rest.
Oh fine, Elphaba thought. She put her bookmark in, closed her book as softly as possible, set it quietly on her nightstand along with her glasses, and turned off the lamp, taking care to wrap her fingers around the switch entirely so it didn’t make a click and wake anyone up.
Then she carefully and deliberately repositioned her body onto her side, facing Galinda, with one hand under the edge of her pillow.
Her change in position forced the other girl’s leg off her, and now their knees were touching. Galinda’s eyebrows drew closer and her lips puckerified, almost like she was pouting.
She shifted in her sleep, her knee leading her leg back on top of Elphaba’s. In response, almost as a reflex, Elphaba’s leg shifted closer to the other girl in turn. Their legs fit back together like a puzzle, Elphaba’s right touching Galinda’s left on the bottom, then Elphaba’s, then Galinda’s on top. Green, pink, green, pink.
Elphaba watched Galinda’s face go from troubled back to perfectly relaxed, as if her body becoming untangled with Elphaba’s was agonizing, and becoming entwined again soothed it.
Galinda’s breathing was very heavy that night; Elphaba hadn’t noticed until that moment, being so close.
“Mmm,” Galinda hummed again, a little louder this time. Was Elphaba still keeping her awake? She committed to becoming even stiller, willed her lungs to breathe softer, commanded her heart to beat quieter.
Elphaba thought about how absurd it was that she used to sleep on the cot in the corner, now piled high with pink boxes and luggage. How foreign it would feel to go back to sleeping separately.
Galinda’s eyebrows closed in again, her eyelids pressed a little tighter, but her mouth widened this time, almost like she was smiling.
Her fingers clenched the sheets under her and she thrusted in Elphaba’s direction. Her lips parted fully then, and she gasped, her high voice heard through it.
What was she— Elphaba’s eyes grew exceptionally wide. Oh my Oz.
This isn’t happening.
Elphaba looked away from Galinda quickly, still preoccupied with remaining still. Her eyes jutted up toward the headboard, then the ceiling, then down –
Oh no, don’t look down. Seeing the shape of their legs locked together under their sheets was impossibly intimate. Back up at the headboard, then.
Elphaba’s stupid heart threw caution to the wind and beat faster, so loud she was sure Galinda would hear it and wake up. She felt hot; she wanted to kick the blankets off or maybe run out to the balcony.
She chanced a glance back at Galinda’s face. Bad idea; it was more contorted now, her eyebrows almost touching, her eyelids clenched tight, her mouth fully open. Elphaba’s eyes shot back up to the headboard… glanced back at Galinda, back to the headboard, and then as if her eyes decided on their own, slowly went back to Galinda.
She couldn’t look away this time. Galinda was so pretty, and she’d never seen her like this before. She tried counting Galinda’s eyelashes (something she often did when she couldn’t sleep) in an attempt to calm her breathing and slow her heart. It didn’t work.
Galinda’s hips moved slowly and surely closer to Elphaba, pressing up against her thigh, her top leg pulling Elphaba closer and entwining them further.
Oh, this was bad. Galinda and Elphaba touched constantly; looped arms, linked ankles under desks, rested heads on shoulders, touched foreheads, shared the stool at the vanity. Even Galinda’s leg resting on top of Elphaba had felt normal, comfortable, like Elphaba’s body was Galinda’s also.
Elphaba stared at Galinda and tried to decipher what was happening and what she should do. Was this the kind of thing Galinda would do with Elphaba when she was awake, or was it an unconscious, carnal reaction to stimulus in her brain? Would she think it funny, or would she be embarrassed?
“Aah,” again.
Elphaba couldn’t stand it anymore, she couldn’t just watch Galinda writhe in their bed like that all night.
Elphaba opened her mouth. Damn it, why was that so loud? She clenched her teeth, trying to postpone what she knew she had to do. She hesitated for what felt like ages. She took a big breath.
“Galinda?” she whispered as softly as humanly possible, but it still sounded like a hurricane.
“Mmm,” the girl moaned in response and a rush of air left her open mouth.
Oh Oz, help me, Elphaba pleaded to the sky.
“Galinda?” she whispered again, trying harder to be even quieter this time.
“Elphie,” Galinda whispered back, the name riding on her breath like a moan. Her hips rocked closer to Elphaba’s leg and goddamnit, Elphaba wasn’t even in charge of her body anymore.
Very slowly, unsure and hesitant, Elphaba inched her leg a little closer, her thigh moving further between Galinda’s legs. Galinda inhaled heavily – she liked that. Their bare skin glided over each other as usual, but this time felt different somehow, electric. Elphaba was burning up.
Elphaba took another chance and nudged her leg a little further, until it met Galinda’s panties under her slip. She was wet.
“Aah,” Galinda gasped. Her mouth opened and her head tilted backwards. Elphaba could see the bottom of her front teeth peeking out between stretched lips.
Elphaba pushed again, putting pressure on Galinda’s body, feeling the girl’s wetness soak through to her thigh.
Galinda, still deep in sleep, rolled her hips into Elphaba, meeting her thigh. When she pulled away, Elphaba followed; then they met again, then away, in tiny, smooth movements, each a little faster than the last.
T o g e t h e r
A p a r t
T o g e t h e r
A p a r t
Galinda’s legs were buttery soft and smooth, which Elphaba already knew, but to feel them this close and with her own skin between them was otherworldly. Elphaba’s skin was on fire but she couldn’t do anything about it; the thought of breaking away from Galinda made her nauseous. What were the chances of this happening again?
She was hyper aware of each texture and sensation of Galinda all at once: the scratchified lace lining her slip, the dampness soaking the thin layer of cloth between them, the smell of her hair oil, the heat rising from the friction between her pussy and Elphaba’s thigh.
Elphaba loved all of it. It was everything her body had been trying to seek out these last weeks, maybe even the entire school year.
T o g e t h e r
A p a r t
Together
Apart
Galinda was moving faster now, almost desperate. Her fingers clasped and unclasped between the silk sheets. Her mouth opened wider and her eyes closed tighter. Elphaba didn’t dare blink for fear of missing a millisecond of Galinda’s perfect face looking so disheveled.
Elphaba was reveling in it; she wanted to see how far Galinda could go, she wanted to see if she could make her go there.
Together-apart-together-apart-together-apart
In one together moment, Galinda tensed up and stopped moving, her clit pressed hard against Elphaba’s thigh. Elphaba tried to feel the nub there but she couldn’t, not through all these damn clothes and sheets and nightgowns and panties.
With Galinda still, the witch took the chance to control what was happening. Feeling bold, she rolled her leg toward Galinda’s most sensitive area and kneaded her thigh back and forth as quickly as she could, hoping to give Galinda what she wanted (and hoping Galinda would give her what she wanted in return: the chance to see Galinda come completely undone).
It worked.
Elphaba watched Galinda’s orgasm unfold across her face; saw her nose and forehead scrunch up even further, her lips stretch even wider, and her breath catching. She felt Galinda thrust once more into her leg and then she felt the trembling, coming down from it. And god she felt how insanely wet her friend was, still dripping even now that it was over.
Galinda’s body relaxed. Her breathing got deeper and slowed, her fingers unwound, her face fell back into place.
Elphaba was left throbbing, her skin still on fire. She felt like she had been running. It was difficult to catch her breath while trying to be perfectly silent; she felt like she couldn’t draw in enough air, her chest was too tight. Her pulse was racing and she was still trapped between Galinda’s legs.
She was flushed and so, so hot; small beads of sweat on her forehead and behind her ears. She wished she could go outside in the crisp night air, just to get her skin to stop smoking. But that would mean leaving Galinda, and she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She’d rather burn next to the sun than spend a minute apart from it.
She focused on deep, slow breaths until her body cooled off and her blood returned to where it was meant to be and she could think clearly again.
Elphaba promised herself just one more look at Galinda and then she’d actually, really go to sleep.