It had been 1 year to this day that Elphaba Thropp, The Wicked Witch Of The West, died from a bucket of water thrown over her. Glinda was there when it happened, she watched as the fire caught the bottom of her dress. She ran over from hiding and aimed to help her, calling out her name in distress. She remembered the look in her eyes, when the water was thrown over her. The look of sadness overpowering them both in that one glance. She remembered refusing to leave the spot, clutching onto the only trace of her existence, her hat, the one she had given her all those years ago. She pushed the girl away when she leant down to comfort her, so much that she fell to the floor with a squeal. Her dog barked like crazy, but the sound of her weeps out did the creature. She remembered the farm girl and her dog finally leaving, being alone finally, and although it's what she requested it scared her, she realised in that moment she was alone. No green woman to hold her close anymore. She had never cried so much in her life, even as a child when her parents were disappointed in her or she fell over and cut her knee. She didn't even know it was possible to produce so many tears, but she did, she wept for hours without pausing for breath. The pain inside of her too unbearable, she dropped to the floor and cursed the world for being so unfair. The guilt for not reaching her a moment earlier, guilty for not telling her enough times how much she really did love her, guilty for loathing her when they first met, guilty for a lot of things. But now, now she couldn't do anything about it. It was one year ago today her Elphie, Glinda Upland's lover died and Glinda did nothing about it.
So they expected her to carry on. Her people expected her to be overwhelmed with thankfulness as they too were, but they didn't know. No-one knew but themselves. She was ready for her appearance as much as she ever would be. She hushed their cheering instantly, not able to hear it for another second.
''2 days ago a good friend of mine died.'' The crowd hushed.
''Along with her death a part of me died too.'' The crowd was silent and confused no doubt.
''I speak of Elphaba Thropp.'' The crowd gasped, first of all she used her real name and secondly she was speaking goodly of her.
''I am resigning my position here and taking a very long break.''
''Your Goodness, will you not join in our celebration of her death? We are safe now.'' Members of the audience contributed to throwing questions at her.
''Glinda is it true you were her friend?'' The crowd wanted to know whether they were hearing things before or whether in fact they were friends.
''She was more than a friend, she was the love of my life.'' At that the crowd went into a frenzy of talking amongst themselves and throwing more questions at her. But she waved her hand away.
''I am resigning as I cannot stand the idea of carrying out this idea of her being 'wicked.'' She raised her fingers and punctuated the last word visually for them.
''She's just like any other one of us-'' She paused and corrected herself with regret.
''Was like anyone of us - and yet you celebrate her death as though she were the devil himself. She was misunderstood and wouldn't hurt anyone. She just needed to be loved that's all.'' Her voice grew quiet, as though it was going to fail her. She nodded her head and with that left the crowd. Not able to emotionally stand it for another second. She regained her composure, she had cried when she saw it happen, when she witnessed her death but she vowed to Elphaba herself she wasn't going to cry anymore for her. That she would be brave for her and remember the good times. Those times when they told each other they loved each other for hours, when they would kiss for what seemed like an eternity, forgetting the rest of Oz, in them moments it was just them and they were happy just the two of them. But now, now it's just Glinda, with no comforting green skinned witch to reassure her they'd be ok. She wouldn't cry.
'' Your not going to cry, don't you dare cry.'' She muttered under her breath.
Glinda giggled against her and kissed the top of her shoulder. She was pinned against the wall and was being showered with by sweet kisses.
''Elphie?'' Elphaba murmured between kisses, not stopping for a single second.
''Remember Shiz?''
''Of course.''
''How we despised each other.''
''I did at first my sweet then I just adored you and your pink dresses.'' Glinda giggled again.
''When we first made love.'' Elphaba nodded and begun removing Glinda's dress.
''How could I forget?" Glinda played with Elphaba's long, raven hair and allowed her to undress her.
''You said I was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen and then I kissed you.'' Glinda closed her eyes at the memory. Elphaba had stripped her down to just her underwear and held her hands in her own.
''Glinda?'' Glinda opened her eyes and gazed into her chocolate brown ones.
''You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.'' The pair smiled to one another and just like they had all those years ago Glinda leant forward and kissed her. They shared a passionate kiss, in which time Glinda removed Elphaba's clothing too. Elphaba unable to help herself kissed her way down to Glinda's breasts, unhooked her bra and kissed them. Glinda held her close, inviting her to go further. Elphaba sucked down on her nipple and played with it in her mouth.
''Mmm I love that.'' Glinda breathed. Elphaba smiled at the feel of it harden and resumed by exploring every inch of her. She took her time at removing the panties and felt her breath hitch in her throat by the captivating sight of Glinda Upland in front of her. The blonde, who by now was getting very impatient by the delay of her loving actions, moaned at her not to stop. Elphaba realizing she was staring apologized and nudged her legs open.
''Can I?''
''Please do.'' Elphaba grabbed her lover's hands in her own and made love to her right there and then. The world dancing by them. Glinda moaned and rested her leg on Elphaba's shoulder as her tongue dove deeper inside of her. She squeezed Elphaba's hand as she felt herself get all worked up. She writhed and arched her back as Elphaba's tongue acted as though it had a mind of its own. Elphaba wanting to watch Glinda come replaced her tongue with her fingers and led her lips up to Glinda's. She pinned her deeper into the wall, their bodies molding together. Elphaba quickened her movements and leant her head back to watch as Glinda's climax came at last with a loud outburst of Elphaba's name. Her legs failed her and Elphaba had to hold her to keep her up, she kissed the side of her face with sweet, hot kisses and whispered in her ear at how beautiful she was. Glinda bit down on the sensitive part of Elphaba's neck, the way she liked it and told the green skinned with how much she loved her, everything about her. She went into great detail at what she loved, the feel of her, her soft lips, her roaming hands, her long beautiful hair, the enchantment of her skin color, the intensity of her eyes and how much she admired her for being who she was.
''Sweet Oz I love you Elphie.''
''And I love you too my sweet, you know that.''
And so she left The Emerald City, she wouldn't get a moment's peace if she were to stay. But where could she go now? She couldn't go to Kiamo Ko, the place haunted her every moment of the day. No she would go North, go back to her childhood, when everything was so much more … simple. With no cares in the world. If only she was there for her; if only she saved her, when she needed her most. Glinda so used to her tears now, didn't realize a tear escape her brimmed eyes and slide down her cold cheek. She had promised she would be brave for her, but when realization she really had lost her and she wasn't coming back her heart shattered into a million pieces. She felt and heard it break, like glass falling from a great height and meeting a stoned floor.
She had planned it for a while now. She had finally peaked the courage to go back to Kiamo Ko and pay her respects to Elphaba. She dreamt of her every night and would wake herself up from her dreams. The dreams of reliving the incident over and over again. She prayed silently to herself every night before she did go to bed, that she'd wake up the next day and it would all be a bad dream. She prayed for her return and for her to be sleeping peacefully beside her when the morning light seeped into their bedchamber. But not once had she plucked the courage to revisit the place that haunted her dreams every night. 'Well today she would' she told herself, 'you owe her that much.' Glinda wrapped her shawl tighter around her, the winds were cold around here and she wondered how they used to last the winter without a single fire going. She took a deep breath of the icy air and let it fill her lungs with coldness as she neared the doors.
