2nd Chapter Unexpected Truths

„Glinda?," asked Elphaba low-voiced. „Where are you?" There was no answer and her stomach lurched. For Oz' sake, where are you? What happened?

She scanned the room for just a second before she got out of the pink bed over its edge. Her bare feet – she'd removed her shoes before she had lay down with Glinda earlier – touched the cold wooden floor. She shifted her weight to stand up but before she could lift her bottom from the mattress her left toes brushed something.

Her gaze fell down and Elphaba was frightened from that moment she saw her friend's silhouette on the floor. „Glinda!," she shouted.

All the candles magically lit up in a split second. The room was brightly illuminated now as Elphaba lowered herself down right next to Glinda. The blonde girl lay there, on the cold wooden floor, huddled in a ball. Her head rested on one of the shopping bags she had left at the bottom of her bed. The other bag was upset.

„Glinda!" Elphaba's voice was shaky with horror, concern and a lack of understanding. „What happened to you?"

Her fingers were numb as she reached out and touched Glinda's face. Doing this she checked for her friend's breathing and was relieved when a gentle breeze wafted against her green skin. Nevertheless Glinda was not responsive. Was she still sleeping or even unconscious?

Elphaba bent forward, leaned over Glinda and slit her hands under the slim body. After all she needed to pick her up from the cold floor. One arm under the knees and the other arm under Glinda's shoulder blades Elphaba tried to lift her friend up but her muscles protested and she had to relieve the tension. A small, almost wicked smile was on her lips. „You're just a bit heavier than I thought, my sweet."

She paused for a moment. The words my sweet echoed in her head. It was a term of endearment for a loved one. Loved. Love. One word which reveals one thousand feelings. Feelings Elphaba had. She had them for another girl. A girl who she no longer loathed. A girl who said she liked her. Glinda had told her more than one time that she thought Elphaba's green skin was beautiful – not in the usual way but still exotically beautiful. That her high cheekbones and her long, black and silky hair was not really fancy but still enviable and kind of beautific. Once or twice she had reached out and touched Elphabas hair, her cheek and there was always a soft smile on her lips whenever they talked in the seclusion of their room.

Elphaba loved these moments full of warmth, trust and friendship. And something more.

She sighed and adjusted her hands around Glinda's body, before she bent her arms and rose up slowly. The weight which pressed on her torso was unfamiliar but it felt good because she was holding Glinda, her blonde-curled whirlwind.

Elphaba's movements were slow and sharp as she turned around to deposit Glinda on top of the pink bed.

Just as she laid Glinda's head on the cushion and brushed some strands of blonde hair out of the beautiful face, Glinda's eyelids fluttered.

Elphaba held her breath but didn't move away. Her nose was just some inches away from Glinda's. She looked into her friend's face while her heartbeat quickened. Glinda's deep blue eyes were open now and she looked straight and puzzled into Elphaba's.

There was silence for a moment, then Glinda blinked and coughed slightly.

„Elphie?" Her voice was faint and broken but her breath ghosted over green skin. What a feeling! There was a sudden pounce in Elphaba's stomach and her heartbeat quickened even more.

„Yes," she whispered and leaned in closer.

„Sweet Oz," Glinda sighed. „I've missed you so much."

What? Why? thought Elphaba but she had no time to ask these questions properly because suddenly Glinda sat up and twined her arms around Elphaba's neck.

Glinda's body pressed so hard and unexpected against Elphaba's that she lost her balance and fell over. Right on top of Glinda. She landed face down into the pillow and gasped for some air. She held her breath as she felt Glinda's curves keenly against her small breasts. Their legs and arms got somehow entwined, her bodies were touching from cheeks to toe. Her heart beat so fast as never before. There was a heat inside of her that she had never felt before. Her body reacted to this intimate situation and her skin tingled in a new, good way.

Was this desire? Love?

That's inappropriate. This thought came like a thunderbolt. She jerked and tried to get up but failed miserably as she put her hands upon Glinda's stomach, just underneath her breast. Her fingertips barely touched the soft curves but that was more than ever inappropriate.

„I-I… am so sorry," Elphaba stammered with burning cheeks as she finally got up on all fours, her hands next to Glinda's stomach on the mattress, her knees next to Glinda's thighs.

There was a soft giggling and Elphaba raised an eyebrow. She looked down at Glinda's face which was relaxed and oh so stunning beautiful.

„Elphie, there's no need to be sorry at all," Glinda said. She smiled and Elphaba could just think about it as seductive.

Oh, sweet Oz, I'm about to melt, was the last thing she could think before she lost all her thoughts in just a second. Glinda's hands were back on her neck, her fingertips stroked the sensitive spots behind her ears. And then Glinda raised her head, came closer und filled the gap between them. Her lips touched Elphaba's and they were oh so soft.

Elphaba turned into a pillar of salt but the kiss gained in force with every second. Her own mouth slowly adapted to Glinda's moves without thinking.

Meanwhile, Glinda's hand wandered down to her shoulders and started to knead the tense muscles. „You really should relax more," she breathed into the kiss. „And I know the best way to do so."

Elphaba nodded without understanding the meaning of the words. She was way to overwhelmed to understand anything. There was just this burning inside her, Glinda's soft lips, her body, her hands which stroked back to Elphaba's hot ears. There was nothing more than the exquisite feelings she had at this moment.

Glinda's fingertips moved again, down her neck but Glinda's caresses stopped dead as she reached Elphaba's collarbone. There was a sharp inhaling and Glinda's head snapped back like she had burned herself.

Elphaba, highly confused, looked down at Glinda whose eyes were open wide.

„Elphaba?" There was a pleading in Glinda's voice which was new. It was not like the all girly pleading she usually used to get what she wanted. It was honest and heartbreaking. „Elphie, am I dreaming?"

„What?"

„Please say that I am dreaming! Elphie, please," Glinda cried. She actually cried. There were tears welling in her eyes.

Elphaba could not make out a single word. What does that mean? What happened here? What is all this about? Her heartbeat was an aching drum in her chest.

„Say it! Am I dreaming?"

As she finally shook her head Glinda's face got bright red and she screamed: „Get off! Oh Oz, get off of me!" Her hands, which had been so soft und tender just until barely a moment before, slapped against Elphaba's shoulders while Glinda struggled to get free. A blow against her arm and Glinda got the chance to emerge under Elphaba's body and out of bed. She fell on the hard wooden floor with a bang.

„Glinda," Elphaba said but the blonde girl wasn't listening.

She bobbed up and stumbled to the door.

„Glinda!"

Elphaba got up in a second but Glinda had vanished into the dark corridor. It was late at night; all corridors and rooms were supposed to be dark due to night time peace. Elphaba started to tremble as the sounds of her friend's frantic footsteps faded away. Her lips were still burning, her heart still hurting and her thoughts were nothing but shrouded.