More Wicked from the Spoon!
This is a bit crap in some parts, but I like the idea. So reviews, constructive criticism?
Also, my first Fiyeraba, even though I am an avid Gelphie shipper! gasp
It was a cold, wet December evening when Elphaba Thropp finally decided to ask something that had been eating at her for a while.
"Miss Galinda?"
The pink sleeping hump in the opposite bed grunted in recognition.
"Do you mind if I ask you something…..rather….well….improper?" Elphaba asked, blushing profusely.
Galinda sat up properly, eagerly awaiting the upcoming scandal.
"Fire away!"
"Well," Elphaba took a deep breath, "What does it…feel like….when….uh….when…"
"When?" the blonde girl prompted.
"Ah…when Master Fiyero….k-kisses you?"
Elphaba could see that she had said the right thing, as Galinda's blue eyes lit up.
She chewed her lip in thought, however, and glanced at droplets of rain hammering on the window like bullets.
"It's a bit like when you run barefoot in the rain," her eyes glazed over, as if she was in some kind of dream world, "You know it's highly improper, but your heart is thumping, you're soaked to the skin, and you feel….free."
She sighed happily, and settled back down to sleep, thankfully not querying Elphaba's question.
"Goodnight Miss Elphaba."
"Goodnight," she muttered.
As the sun rose over Crage Hall, Elphaba silently slipped out of her room, and hurriedly made her way over to the main door. She pulled off her boots and socks, and took a deep breath as she stepped into the pouring, icy rain.
The wet grass burned her feet, and each droplet felt like a red hot needle in her flesh, but she didn't care. She had to know what it felt like.