Chapter 2
When the Witch entered her room again she tried to hide the shock from her face, but her blonde love saw that something was off.
"Elphie? Elphie, what's wrong?"
"You're not the only one who calls me that now," the Witch replied, as she began to pace.
"Someone else calls you, 'Elphie?'" Glinda questioned in surprise. "Who?"
"Dorothy called me 'Elphie' not too long ago. I think...well...I think she might be in love with me." The Witch took her hat off, for a moment, so she would wipe the sweat from her brow.
"In love with you? How do you know this?" Glinda asked, as she tried to keep her jealousy at bay.
"I can just sense it. Besides, she gives me this look that I have only seen you and Fiyero give me," the Witch added carefully.
"How dare she use my pet name for you? Well she better not think she can steal you away from me," Glinda said, as she folded her arms over her chest.
"If someone told me two women would be fighting over me, I would have said they're crazy," the Witch answered, with a smirk. "I feel I can't chase her away however, for this 'Witch's Dorothy' has a role to play. No doubt of that."
"I can't blame her for wanting you though," Glinda replied, her voice losing its jealousy.
"I'm a bit old for her. Too bad I don't have a much younger green sister for her," the Witch answered with a cackle. She was clearly amused by her own joke.
"Thank Oz, I don't have to worry about you leaving me for a younger lady," Glinda said, as she wrapped her arms around an emerald neck. Suddenly the Witch swayed somewhat like she was about to black out.
"My head has begun to hurt. It's either from stress or this damn heat," the Witch muttered, as she rubbed her temples in the attempts to soothe the pain.
"It could also be because you haven't had hardly any sleep and little food," Glinda suggested, as she gripped the green woman's elbow, and tried to pull her over somewhere to sit.
"Eating provides little comfort and well, very soon, I will get much more sleep than I could ever want."
"Please, sit, your face looks less green than normal." With that The Good Witch pulled the green woman and herself down to sit.
Almost immediately the Witch laid her head on Glinda's shoulder and let out a relaxed sigh. They stayed like that for several minutes in silence.
It was the Witch who spoke up first by saying, "You smell nice."
"So are you saying other days I smell foul?" Glinda asked, with a giggle to show she was jesting.
"Yes, you smell good on other days, but today you smell nice," the Witch murmured, as her brown eyes lifted so she could gaze at Glinda's lips.
"Isn't good and nice the same thing?" The Good Witch questioned. The green woman answered by pressing her lips to Glinda's own. "How's your head?" The Good Witch asked, once they parted.
"Your lips are a good distraction from my pain," the Witch replied, before kissing the blonde again. As the kiss grew more passionate, things were going to be taken one step further, but Chistery came into sights and tug on the Witch's dress.
"Chistery, go away," the green skinned woman replied, but her voice didn't sound annoyed this time. The Witch could only ponder how the winged monkey could find her and seemed to want her attention at the worst times.
The winged monkey just moved his head to one side before pulling on her black dress again. "You're not going to stop unless you show me, is that it?"
Chistery just bobbed his head up and down in an impatience manner. This news was clearly too important for lingering about.
"Until we meet again my sweet," With those words the Witch headed away as she followed her most loyal winged monkey.
...X...
When the Witch returned to her room, she rushed inside to hide her face from the Good Witch. The green woman hoped she had fooled the blonde, but she soon found out that was not the case at all.
"You look worried," Glinda said, as she noticed the stress and worry in the green woman's eyes.
"Chistery just informed me that the Witch Hunters are gaining strength. Every hour it seems more and more Ozians join them. I guess their love for you is outranking their fear for me," the Witch answered, her voice has lost its power, and was now much less confident. "Something tells me my final days are upon me."
"Don't talk like that," Glinda snapped, even though her voice was fragile. Just the thought of her Elphie dying made the Good Witch's heart ache with such pain it frightened her.
"I only speak the truth," the Witch replied, as she turned so her back was facing her lover.
"I will do the same. Elphaba let me talk to the Ozians. Let me tell them the truth about you."
"No!" The Witch snarled in both anger and fear. She whipped her body around so her wild brown eyes could be seen. "They'll only turn against you."
"I don't care!" Glinda fired back.
"Well I do!" The Witch retorted, as she approached the Good Witch, at great speed, and placed one of her hands on her heart. "There's no way I'm going to have you in harm's way because of me. Promise me, my sweet, that you will not try to clear my name."
"Elphie...no."
"Promise," the Witch whispered, before pressing her lips to the blonde's own. The kiss was deep and caused Glinda's heart to flutter with such passion. When they finally parted Glinda opened her eyes. She saw the brown eyes of her green love pleading with her to maker this promise.
After what seemed like hours the Good Witch finally answered, "All right, I promise, but I don't understand."
"You don't need to understand, my sweet." The Witch words were soft.
"I don't want you to die. Promise me, you won't leave me Elphie," Glinda said suddenly.
She soon realized fresh tears were forming and an unpleasant chill descended down her back. The Witch just kissed the Good Witch's hand before exiting the room without a response to the promise.
...X...
"You're back!" Dorothy exclaimed in unbridle excitement.
"I think I liked you better when you feared me," the Wicked Witch muttered.
"You are someone people should love. People shouldn't fear you," Dorothy answered, as she stroked the Witch's raven locks briefly.
"You only say that because you are so fond of me…like Glinda is."
"The Good Witch?" Dorothy questioned. "She's fond of you? Is…she your lover?"
"I haven't slept with Glinda recently," the green woman answered before biting her tongue. She couldn't believe she just revealed her sex life to this farm girl.
"So you love...her?" Dorothy asked softly. She was clearly afraid of the answer.
The Witch took in a deep breath before staring at the girl. She might as well tell her the truth. "Yes, I love her with all my heart. On that note, you should forget about me. I'm too old for you," the Witch replied her voice stern. "Glinda is my one and only and I have no intention of giving her up...ever."
"I know you love her, but the people of Oz love her too," Dorothy pointed out. "They are rallying up to take her from you."
The Witch's hands balled into fists as she answered, "Let them try."
...X...
It was night when the Witch entered her dank room again. She was a bit surprised to see Glinda was already in bed. The blonde woman was nestled between the blankets and it made Elphaba smirk.
"I didn't know you were so tired, my sweet."
"I'm not," the voice from the Good Witch rang out.
The green Witch was caught off guard, for she didn't utter a response right away. She wasn't expecting Glinda to be awake.
"Come to bed, Elphie, I know you must be exhausted," Glinda voice was smooth and carried a hint of seductiveness.
The Witch let out a quiet sigh. "I do not wish to sleep. My mind is too stressed to do that."
"Then come and let me hold you," Glinda replied.
"I much rather hold you," the Witch said her tone charming.
"Then hold me, Elphie, please hold me," the blonde's voice was pleading.
And the Wicked Witch did hold her. As the green woman wrapped her arms around the Good Witch she smiled. How they were huddling made her think about the time they shared a bed on their way to see the Wizard. That night would be with her forever, for they had made love. She still remembered Glinda shouting her name in pure ecstasy, her heavy panting, the look of sheer pleasure when Glinda came to her climax, and the time after when they cuddled against one another in delight from the amazing afterglow.
"Who needs a blanket with your giant dress to cover us," the Witch whispered, into the darkness.
Glinda giggled and moved slightly, so Elphaba was touching some of her bare skin. More silence passed between them before the blonde spoke up, "Do you think we will ever be together? You know, truly together, without worrying about Witch Hunters and nonsense like that?"
"Oh, I'm sure of it," the green Witch answered, after a moment of thought. "We'll be together...one way or the other."