CURLS

"Your curls look...quite perfect today, your Goodness."

The unexpected compliment made Glinda stop in her tracks and glance over at Elphaba, who stood in the center of her spacious living quarters high within the palace. She wore a sleek black dress and had her green hands folded neatly in front of her. Something ghosted across her lips that made Glinda know she was teasing her, but only a bit.

The burden of governance was tiring and it had been a long day. She needed something to take the edge off.

She approached her Chief Sorceress in Residence and Munchkinland's Eminence-in-Waiting and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Thank you. Would you like to help me muss them up?"

For the very briefest of moments she could see Elphaba's cheeks reveal a quick flush of pink against the green. A quiver of excitement made its way from her stomach and blast its way through her veins. She quickly stepped out of her heels and kicked them aside, losing a couple of inches in height to her former roommate. All the while she kept her steely blue eyes focused on Elphaba.

"Glinda..." was all the green woman could manage, in a breathy sigh.

Glinda ran her hand up one black clad arm and cupped the back of her head, burying her fingers in her dark lush hair.

It all still seemed so unreal. It had taken so much work and sacrifice but now here they were, the two most powerful people in Oz and finally together. It seemed like every time they touched each other something was going to be torn asunder. Right now it was almost going to be Glinda's dress until Elphaba turned her around and took on the buttons one at a time.

"This is just...impossible Glinda. How do you stand it?"

"Glamor has its price." The dress finally released its hold on her and pooled around her feet. She stepped out if it daintily. She was back in Elphaba's arms immediately, breathing her air as they kissed, feeling her skin tingle as the other woman ran her hands down her bare back.

Elphaba's dress was far less complicated and easier to divest herself of. She embraced Glinda from behind and the blonde took her hand and guided it under the waistband of her silk panties. She could just take them off but she liked the illicitness of it. She felt Elphaba's fingers dip into her wetness and draw a slow pattern back and forth that made her moan out loud. It was relaxing and exciting at the same time. She arched backwards and reached behind her to run her hand up Elphaba's thigh.

The panties finally found their way to the floor and they found themselves on the bed. When it was over, Glinda's hair was adequately mussed.

"Oh...my...Glinda; did you use some magic or something?" Elphaba panted, running her hands up Glinda's flushed skin.

She smirked, her eyes sparkling. "They didn't teach us sex magic in Shiz, that was all me, baby." Elphaba let loose a sharp laugh and Glinda smiled. She moved to the side, even though she was loathe to remove Elphaba's legs from around her waist (which turned her on far more than she would ever care to admit) and snuggled against her side, tangling their legs together. Their racing heartbeats eventually slowed and they relaxed into a warm, quiet moment.

"Do you...do you think we got it right? I mean, have we done good?"

"I think we just did very good."

"You know what I mean. We haven't talked about it in a while but it's guided us ever since that day." She waited for a response but there was none. "The Time Dragon Clock. That future terrified both of us. You...dying so young, and me, living some hollow life. I dreamed so much after that. Dream after dream. I saw myself old, full of regrets." She felt Elphaba tighten her embrace around her. "I'm not sure where I wound up in the end. Some small room, like a cell. Waiting for you. We tossed it all away."

"But not this time," Elphaba answered, her voice heavy with emotion. She could see Glinda in her mind, standing in the rain on a muddy road years ago. Elphaba had taken refuge in the carriage depot, wanting nothing more than to get away from tik tok machines and prophecy and finally make her way to the Emerald City. Glinda had called her a coward for running away and she had been right. She had made some lame excuse about the rain and her water allergy, refusing to budge. Glinda had waved it away. Water allergy? Ridiculous. She would fix that. And she had. It was some months later at Shiz but Glinda did it, revealing herself to be the powerful sorceress Elphaba had always secretly suspected she was.

The knowledge of their possible future made them deliberate, careful in their choices, working methodically towards one future, and now it was here. The Wizard deposed; Glinda as Throne Minister of Oz, and she was a Minister and governor of Munchkinland with Nessarose as Eminence in Residence as Elphaba did her part to serve greater Oz. Of course, lately she had been serving greater Oz by servicing Glinda. Not that she minded but she could see now it was because Glinda was feeling a bit overwhelmed. Wishes coming true can be more than one expects.

"We did it right, Glinda. We're not perfect but we've done good, I know we have." She rolled to her side so she could look her in the eyes. She smiled at her reassuringly and tucked a blonde lock behind her ear. "I mean, let's not declare victory just yet but we're doing fine."

"Who would imagine you would turn into the optimist?" She sniffed.

"I know, that's not like me at all. How horrifying." She shivered in disgust. "You have corrupted me thoroughly."

"And I feel pretty good about that."

"I'm sure you do."