1:
“Galinda, we can’t!” Elphaba squealed as she felt Galinda's mouth at her neck. “What if someone walks in? What if Doctor Dillamond walks in?”
“Lunch break, Elphie,” said Galinda, unbuttoning Elphaba’s blouse. “He’s probably grazing somewhere anyways.”
They kept kissing furiously as Galinda hoisted Elphaba up on the desk with surprising strength. Elphaba sighed as her girlfriend started pressing open-mouthed kisses down her chest, over her bra. Elphaba relaxed into the desk, watching Galinda smile at her mischievously as she toyed with the waistband of her skirt.
Until, of course, the pair heard the familiar clip-clop of Doctor Dillamond’s hooves approaching.
Elphaba leapt from the table as Galinda rushed to fix her blouse. The kindly goat entered his classroom right as Galinda finished fastening the last button in Elphaba’s shirt and the two girls scurried to stand side by side, trying to look at their teacher innocently.
“Oh, hello, girls. Trying to cram in some extra research during lunch?” Asked Dillamond, looking at them with placid goat eyes.
“Uh, yeah, sir. We were just leaving, actually,” Elphaba said, voice strained.
“But we took very good care of your classroom for you, Doctor Dillamond!” Galinda exclaimed in an even bubblier tone than normal while she grasped Elphaba’s hand tight, from behind their backs.
“Oh, I have no doubts, Miss Glinda. You’re free to use it whenever you need to, granted I am not teaching.”
“Thank you, Doctor Dillamond, but we really must get going now,” Elphaba said, nodding at him stiffly and dragging Galinda out with her. He nodded back as they left.
“Kids these days,” said Dillamond to himself.
2:
They were in a secluded area of the library, under one of the many blankets the librarians themselves had provided for students in the cold months. Galinda was resting with her back to Elphaba’s chest, pretending to sleep while Elphaba read a book with one arm over the blanket. The other, though, was drawing circles in Galinda’s belly and inching lower ever so slightly with each pass of her fingers.
“If you don’t stop toying with me, Elphie, I swear,” Galinda hummed, eyes closed.
“What are you gonna do, hm?” Elphaba’s voice was low and velvety in Galinda’s ear and the blonde nearly came then and there.
“I’m gonna tie you to that bed and-”
“Hey, Elphaba! Hey, Galinda!” It was Boq. Of all people, Boq. Elphaba put on a grimacy smile and Galinda pretended she didn’t hear. “What are you girls doing?”
“Hi, Boq,” Elphaba said slowly, looking at her sister’s Munchkin boy with a little contempt. “I was… doing some light reading and Galinda is… napping. We were lucky to snatch a blanket.”
Boq placed his satchel on the floor next to Elphaba and sat down, much to her dismay. “Oh, it sure is cold. You know, last winter in Munchkinland, I…”
Elphaba listened with feigned politeness while Galinda squeezed her hand in absolute frustration under the blanket. Would Nessa kill her if she cast a spell on the boyfriend that made his tongue stick to the roof of his mouth?
3:
Elphaba panted, her chest going up and down in deep movements and Galinda pinned her hands above her head with a grin, her usual doe eyes sultry and dark. She dragged a makeup brush against Elphaba’s lips, then down her neck. Elphaba felt the heat spread around her body and her hips buckled into Galinda’s.
“What is this feeling, huh?” Galinda whispered against the pulse in Elphaba’s throat.
“It’s not new at this point,” she whimpered and Galinda sucked lightly on her neck, makeup brush still tingling against the side of her face. “We haven’t been left alone for more than five minutes for days now.”
“Sweet Oz, I nearly exploded on Boq the other day,” said Galinda, pushing away from Elphaba’s neck to stroke the valley of her girlfriend’s breasts with the brush. “He still thinks he has a chance with me, it’s ridiculous.”
Elphaba keened at Galinda’s ministrations, but deflated a bit at the thought of Boq tricking Nessa. “I really need to talk to her. Tell her the truth.”
“Yeah,” Galinda sighed, releasing Elphaba’s hands to remove her nightgown. “But it doesn’t have to be now,” she added, sing-songey. “It’s not like she’s gonna show up at the door tonight and demand explanations.”
Knock. Knock. Knock. Nessarose’s voice rang outside the door. “Elphaba? Do you have a minute?”
“Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me!”
4:
The clock ticked on and on endlessly in Madame Morrible’s room. Apart from the constant ticking, all that could be heard was the scratching of quill against parchment as Galinda and Elphaba finished up their assignments. The pair would sneak glances at one another eventually and Galinda’s smile at her companion carried just the slightest hint of suggestion. A few more minutes. A few more minutes and they would be free.
Galinda found herself straining in the chair at the thought of what she wanted to do to her girlfriend as soon as they were free of Morrible’s burning gaze. It’s not even like they were practicing magic, anyway! They were just there writing an essay that they could easily write some other time, preferably when they were not pent up with a couple of days of failed attempts at sexy times.
“Time’s up,” Morrible drawled after an eternity. Both girls breathed out a sigh of relief. Galinda probably failed that assignment, but it was hard to concentrate when Elphaba was right there, in her cute glasses and with her hair up the way Galinda liked.
“Can we go now, Madame?” Elphaba asked. Although she was always so composed around Morrible, there was an edge to her voice as she snuck a glance at Galinda.
“I will be away from Shiz for a fortnight. It is far too long for you two to go without your practice, so I thought we could work on levitation spells while I am still here.”
Galinda gave Madame Morrible a sour smile and Elphaba bowed her head. Morrible moved to a blackboard with her wand, going on and on about levitation.
The girls took a deep breath in tandem and crossed their legs. Tightly.
1:
They weren’t even trying anymore. It would happen when it happened, they were sure. Not that it made things better or the girls any less frustrated, but it was better than trying and getting caught. Elphaba had already given Galinda an earful after the Dillamond incident.
They sat with Fiyero for lunch and the prince recounted tales of adventure back at Winkie country. They listened with different levels of genuine engagement, but both made a point of nodding and adding a polite ‘oh no, what happens next?” here and there, when the conversation came to a halt. Elphaba wasn’t one for pleasantries, but acting on social cues was one of the many, many things Galinda had taught her ever since they started… you know, being friends.
Elphaba couldn’t help but let her eyes stray to the vivacious blonde across her and the green witch was more than a little proud to find Miss Galinda Upland staring back at her and not at the dashing, handsome, perfect Fiyero. Galinda winked at Elphaba, who felt the air leave her lungs. As if on cue, Fiyero stopped talking and furrowed his brow.
“May I ask you two a question?” said he, somewhat wary.
“Sure,” they answered at the same time.
“Am I interrupting something between you two?” Galinda coughed and Elphaba’s head whipped to his side.
“I-Interrupting what?” Galinda croaked.
“I don’t know, but you two look like you want to fuck each other whenever I see you. I think I might be getting in the way.”
“We, uh, Galinda and I, we’re just…” Elphaba’s usual poise was gone and she stumbled over words.
“Don’t tell me you’re good friends, Elphaba,” Fiyero said, amusement starting to show on his handsome face.
“No, we’re not!” she said, trying to cover up her tracks.
“We’re not?!” Galinda asked, in genuine naive confusion.
“We are!” Elphaba hid her face in her hands. “When did you get so observant, Fiyero?”
He shrugged. “It’s not me. It’s you. Especially her.” He pointed at Galinda. “You two have ‘girlfriends’ written all over your faces.”
The three sat in stunned silence for a few seconds.
“And are you okay with that?” Galinda asked tentatively.
“Of course I’m okay with that! You do you, you funky little lesbians.”
The silence melted into laughter, awkward at first, then loud and incredulous at the absurdity of the situation. Fiyero pulled his pocket watch from his jacket after the laughs died down.
“You two have thirty minutes. There’s a little cave in the courtyard, right next to the carved face of the Wizard,” he said, as if talking about the weather.
“We’re not fucking next the Wizard’s face!” Elphaba exclaimed, horrified.
“Oh, but we are. It’s been over a week, not even our room has been safe. I’ll do it in his face if I have to,” Galinda said, pulling Elphaba to her feet and tugging at her sleeve. No protest came from the green witch, far from it.
“Spare me the details!” He shouted at them as they ran away from the cafeteria.
Well, so much for letting it happen.