Glinda worriedly looked over at Elphaba, who was showing no signs of awakening. She stood, and walked over to the emerald woman. (with much greater ease than before) The blonde simply stared at Elphaba, silently praying to a god she wasn't even sure she believed in, hoping that Elphaba would be alright and wake up soon.
She grabbed Elphaba's hand, for some reason needing to feel the verdant woman's skin against hers. She gently traced small circles on Elphaba's palm with her thumb, and gently massaged her long, green fingers. Glinda sighed softly at the feeling of soft skin against her own, feeling more peaceful than she ever had in her entire life.
Glinda, despite her best efforts, found herself wondering how beautiful all of Elphaba was. Her fingers began on a green cheek, and began to move further down, down Elphaba's elegant neck and to her chest. Glinda began to unbuttoned Elphaba's frock, but she stopped herself, and pulled her hand back.
She couldn't do that, she just couldn't. There was no way she'd take advantage of Elphaba like that, no matter how much she wanted to. She folded her hands in her lap, and absentmindedly twiddled her thumbs, while thoughts raced through her head.
Surely, Glinda's parents were wondering where she was, but not from worry that was sure. No, they probably were wondering where she was, so they could beat her within an inch of her life. She ran a finger across the deep scar on her back, and fought back tears.
She thought about her conversation with Dr. Dillamond last night, and she felt better. She was finally getting to pursue her dream of being a doctor, finally she was getting to do what she wanted, and not what her parents told her to do. She felt alive.
She heard a knock at the door and jumped slightly.
"Miss Glinda, I'm sorry I startled you" into the infirmary walked a man who appeared to be in his mid-forties; he was bald and had a neatly trimmed dark goatee, his eyes were the same dark brown as Elphaba's were. "Dr. Dillamond told me you wished to join the Resistance. I'm Frexspar, the founder and leader of the Resistance. I'm also Elphaba's father"
"It's nice to meet you Mr. Thropp" said Glinda, standing up, and walking over to Frexspar, so she could shake his hand.
Frexspar smiled, "It's nice to meet you also, Glinda, and please call me Frexspar"
"Sorry, Mister Thr-Frexspar" said Glinda, smiling sheepishly.
"That's alright" he looked over at his daughter, "I do hope she wakes up soon, it worries me, I hope there's nothing seriously wrong with her"
"Me too, I really care about her" said Glinda.
"And I'm glad that you do, not many people will care about someone whose different" said Frexspar.
"She's so…" Glinda didn't know what to say.
"Yes, she is. She has her mother's features" Frexspar hung his head, as if praying.
Glinda was curious as to what might have happened to Elphaba's mother, but she kept her mouth shut. Whatever pain Frexspar had gone through, she didn't want to stir up again.
"Frexspar, thank you for letting me be a part of the Resistance. This is the first time I've ever experienced something like a family" said the blonde softly, as if afraid of some unknown consequence.
"No, Glinda thank you, for pushing aside your fears and fighting for what you believe in, even if the fight is against your own family" he smiled softly at her as Glinda's eyes widened. "Yes, Dr. Dillamond told me about you being an Upland, but you fought on our side, and Dr. Dillamond is an expert on telling if people are lying. If he trusts you, then that is good enough for me. He's like a brother to me"
Glinda had begun to cry, not from sadness, but from happiness. She felt a pair of arms wrap around her parentally, and she cried into Frexspar's shoulder.
"I-I'm sorry" she said, rearing back.
Frexspar gently placed his hand upon Glinda's shoulder, "Glinda, no, Glinda, don't be sorry. There's no shame in tears, if you ever feel the need to cry or get angry, we have a room just for that, it's opposite of the infirmary"
"I always thought rebel forces didn't put up with silly emotions" she said, still ashamed.
"Glinda, it's those silly emotions that separates us from cruel people. Our emotions guide us and make us stronger. Those who show their emotions are not weak, it's those who hide them who are" he said, and then sighed.
Glinda looked over at Elphaba, and found herself walking to her side. She pushed away a strand of raven hair, and placed a soft kiss on the emerald cheek.
Frexspar was teary eyed as he watched Glinda. His heart swelled with happiness and a bit of sadness; he knew Glinda cared more about Elphaba than she had let on. He didn't care that a female might be in love with his daughter, he was just happy that somebody might actually love his daughter for who she was.
Glinda suddenly remembered Frexspar was still in the room, and she blushed.
"I'm-"but Frexspar had left already, leaving Glinda alone with the still unconscious Elphaba.
Glinda ran her hand up and down Glinda's leg, marveling at how soft her skin felt. It was like heaven mixed with paradise, the feeling of her soft skin.
Glinda bent down and pressed her lips against Elphaba's, reveling in the sensation of soft lips against hers.
Elphaba felt a pair of soft, familiar lips against her own, and her eyes flew open. She closed them again, and pushed the blonde on top of her, her arms encircling Glinda's beautiful body.
Neither of them wanted the kiss to stop, it was much too magical and incredible. Glinda kissed Elphaba with more passion and Elphaba returned the action. Their tongues moved in each other's mouth, and they could have both died happy just then. And then broke the kiss. Elphaba groaned in displeasure, opening her eyes. And when she did, she saw a pair of sparkling blue ones looking into hers.