I don't own Wicked
Shell enjoyed working. It gave him something to do, plus he became better friends with Boq and Avaric. It was time for them to eat lunch, so they stopped working and sat down in the grass to eat. Although Shell was younger than the both of them, he seemed to be a bit smarter. "So Boq, did you woo Galinda yet? Get her in the sack?"
"Do not speak about Galinda that way," Shell defended the blonde who he considered a sister. Boq nodded in agreement. Avaric could be so explicit sometimes. It didn't bother Shell unless it was targeted towards the three girls-Elphaba, Nessarose, and Galinda.
"I completely agree with Shell. And to answer your question, no and no. I don't even plan to ask her out anymore. I'm becoming a bit fond of Miss Milla, though," Boq explained.
"Finally give up because she has a fiancé?" Shell asked as he took a bite of his sandwich.
"Partially, but there's another reason," Boq replied, not wanting to explain his reasoning. Of course, Avaric would do that for him. That man always had a way with his words.
"I bet it's because she's a lesbian," Avaric said nonchalantly. He didn't hesitate to say it, it just rolled out of his mouth as if it was common knowledge. "What?" he said when he saw the two shocked faces. Shell had a feeling that Galinda played for the other team, but he was never entirely sure. "Come on, you know I'm right. I mean, haven't you noticed the way she looks at Elphaba compared to Fiyero? If I didn't know any better, I'd say they were a couple."
Of course Shell had noticed things were different between his sister and the blonde. It was impossible to see one without the other for the past week. He was happy for them though, especially Elphaba. His sister finally wasn't afraid to let someone touch her other than Nessarose. However, she still didn't let anyone come into contact with her. But she was making progress. Galinda and Elphaba were always holding hands when the blonde took her around the gardens or somewhere outside. "What's funny is Fiyero hasn't gotten laid in quite some time. But I heard it's by choice. See, Fiyero has his eyes set on another girl."
"Who?" Shell inquired. It was odd how he failed to notice that Fiyero was always in their room at night and he no longer sneaked off to Galinda's room. Did he not love her? And did she not love him? Were they pretending to love each other for the other person? Shell hoped he would never turn into a confusing adult.
"Elphaba," Avaric said and took a sip of his drink.
"Wait, you mean both of them like Elphaba?" Boq questioned skeptically.
"Well, I bet you a million that Galinda loves her, but Fiyero only likes her," Avaric concluded.
"And how in Oz would you know this?" Boq asked. "You're hardly a romantic."
"Maybe I'm a romantic now," Avaric replied. "Haven't you noticed I haven't gotten laid in a few weeks or so?"
"Ah, Avaric, changing his ways I see," Shell laughed. "Now, who's the girl?"
"Why do you think there's a girl?" Avaric asked.
"Oh, come on!" Shell said and threw his hands up dramatically. "There has to be a girl! If there wasn't, then you'd probably be out back with a girl right about now." As young as Shell was, he wasn't naïve and he knew more than a great deal about people.
"There is a girl!" Boq exclaimed once Avaric blushed. Since when did Avaric blush, Shell wondered. "Who?"
"Nobody," Avaric mumbled. He got up and left without another word. Confused, Shell and Boq just shrugged and cleaned up their lunch, getting ready to go back to work.
Elphaba loved holding Galinda's hand. For some reason, it gave her a sense of security, as if nothing bad could possibly happen when she was around. She loved how the blonde would occasionally squeeze her hand to give her reassurance that she was still there. Currently, they were walking along one of the many paths in the Arduenna's gardens. Galinda bent down and picked a flower and held it up. It was pink, Galinda's favorite color, she had learned. "Do you like it, Elphie?" she asked cutely and handed the flower to Elphaba. The green girl looked at it and smiled. "Can you say flower, Elphie? Flower," Galinda encouraged. She had been doing this quite frequently for a few days now. It seemed to be her life's mission to get Elphaba to speak.
Sighing, Galinda took the flower back and tossed it onto the ground. If anyone else had grabbed the flower from her hand like that, Elphaba would have panicked. However, she no longer saw Galinda as a threat and could read her emotions like a book. She was frustrated, but she wasn't mad at her, the green girl told herself. "I know you can talk, Elphie. Nanny told me you used to speak when you were little. All you have to do is try." Only if Galinda could understand the torture she had went through that made her this way. "Never mind. You'll speak when you're ready. You promise me that?" Galinda had stopped walking and forced Elphaba's brown eyes to look into Galinda's blue ones.
Elphaba merely nodded. She hated making promised, but Galinda was too cute and stubborn to turn down. "I like walking with you, Elphie," Galinda sighed and leaned against her. Elphaba wanted to tell her that she loved walking with Galinda and she loved to hear her voice go on and on about anything. However, she didn't have any paper with her at the moment nor could she form the words. So, the next best thing she figured, was to give her a kiss to show her appreciation. Elphaba kissed Galinda's forehead sweetly, albeit a bit awkwardly which made the blonde giggle cutely. "Do you like me, Miss Elphaba Thropp?"
Elphaba nodded. Of course she liked Galinda. Why wouldn't she?
"I mean do you like me like me." What in Oz did she mean? Galinda stopped walking and stood in front of her, holding green hands in her own delicately. "What I mean is, do you have romantic feelings for me?" She was blushing, and Elphaba couldn't imagine anything more adorable. But then she thought about Galinda's words. Did Elphaba have romantic feelings for her? Even though she had read about them, she had never experienced love or compassion until she had been taken out of her prison.
Elphaba was just beginning to grasp the concept of acceptance. She was nowhere near ready for any kind of relationship. But maybe Galinda didn't like her that way and was getting a weird vibe off of the green girl. Everything was so confusing. She didn't know what she was feeling. It was true that she felt different around the blonde, and that she'd get excited to see her, plus she loved holding her close at night. Despite the fact Elphaba had been isolated, through literature, she had a concept of what was normal and what wasn't.
But this was too much. She felt walls closing in on her, the pressure to give the right answer. Elphaba didn't even know what the right answer was! She had to get out of there and think about things. She knew for a fact Galinda liked women more than men, but did Elphaba? She never even got the chance to experiment like Galinda. But the thing was as a child, Galinda admitted to being and feeling different.
She did love being with Galinda, but she had this odd feeling for Galinda's fiancé, Fiyero, as well. She was afraid of him, of course, but the fact that he had been the one to scoop her up and out of her prison made something inside of her wake up.
Elphaba couldn't think about this anymore. She broke eye contact and ripped her hands from Galinda's grip and she ran as fast as she could towards the house. She felt horrible for leaving Galinda there, but it had to be done if she wanted to keep her sanity for the day.
Upon entering the house, she ran up the stairs and went around a corner towards her and Galinda's room. But she didn't make it to her destination because she collided right into Fiyero, who actually was running himself. Both fell to the ground, but she wasn't hurt. Pain was something she had become accustomed to, and falling onto a floor was nothing. "I'm so sorry, Elphaba. Here, let me help you up." He stood up and held out his hand towards her. She carefully inched away from him until a wall stopped her. "Come on, Elphaba. Let me help you," he said.
Elphaba hugged her knees to her chest and buried her head in her knees. She remembered when she was only nine or so, her father would push her down roughly. Then, he'd act as if he was sorry and hold his hand out to her, just like Fiyero was doing. When Elphaba was foolish and hopeful, she had accepted her father's hand, but then he'd just toss her back on the floor and leave, reminding her she was an abomination before the door shut. And other times, when she didn't take his hand, he'd called her an ungrateful bitch (something along those lines-sometimes he got creative) and he'd beat her to a bloody pulp.
Of course, Elphaba was anticipating this to happen. She wished she didn't run off from Galinda. She forgot how dangerous and terrifying it was to be alone. Oh, how in Oz could she have forgotten that? "Elphaba," Fiyero said and she felt him touch her shoulder gently. She didn't dare to look up. Whenever her father touched her shoulder gently, it only meant he was drunk and he'd do things to her that the green girl wanted to forget desperately. But today, the memories were resurfacing and she just wanted it to all go away and make it stop. Tears started to leak through her eyelids, burning her skin upon contact. She could feel him hovering over her, pretending to act concerned before he harmed her. Why was everyone so cruel to her? First her sister hid from her (although she was a terrible hider), Galinda asks her if she holds any romantic feelings towards her which completely confuses her, and then Fiyero wants his way with her.
Why was Oz so cruel? She wanted to know why. But nobody seemed to have an answer.
"Fiyero stop it!" Elphaba heard Galinda's voice yell. She could hear the clicking of her heels as she rushed over to her. Galinda must have pushed Fiyero away somehow because Elphaba couldn't feel him as close. But how did Fiyero not overpower her?
"Get your hands off of me, Galinda," Fiyero said with a tone to his voice that meant business. "She fell, so I was going to help her up…but then she…" he trailed. Elphaba felt small arms holding her, and she knew it was Galinda. She relaxed a bit more in them. Even if Galinda was merely toying with her mind, at least she wouldn't threaten her.
"Just back away, Fiyero. You're scaring her," Galinda said when Fiyero attempted to come closer.
"But why? I'm the one who took her out of that room. Shouldn't she want me to comfort her or something?" he questioned.
"She thinks you'll hurt her, Fiyero. It doesn't matter who it is, she thinks they'll hurt her," Galinda said. Elphaba felt her kiss the top of her head lovingly to try and assure her everything was okay. She just noticed she was gripping Galinda's arm as if it was a lifeline.
"Why doesn't she think you'll hurt her?" Fiyero asked. "It makes no sense. I mean, I saved her." Elphaba wanted to tell him that he didn't. She wanted to tell him her sister and brother were the ones to go get help. He was merely someone strong enough to go in and get her.
"You may have saved her, but you never took the time to get to know her."
"How could I? All she does is flinch and freak out when I'm near her," Fiyero replied. "How did you do it?"
"I opened up to her," Galinda said softly. "I told her things I've never told anyone. And I am also a lot smaller than her, that could be it, too." Elphaba wanted to tell her no, her stature had nothing to do with it. She wanted to tell her it was because she pursued touch and spilled her heart out to her. "Elphie, he's not going to hurt you. Remember, I promised you nobody will ever hurt you again." She forced her brown eyes to meet her blue ones. "Oh, look at you, Elphie. You got all worked up and burned your pretty face. Let's go back to our room and get you cleaned up before dinner."
Galinda helped Elphaba onto her shaky legs and led her away from Fiyero. Was Fiyero ever going to hurt her? She didn't know, nor would she ever know. "Sit down on the bed," Galinda said and took out the burn cream and oil. She started to carefully tend to the burns. "Elphie, you've got to get used to people being around you besides me and Nessa. I understand you've been through more than I can wrap my head around," she said as she finished up. "But the only way you can function in this world is if you learn to understand that most people won't hurt you. I won't lie, there are people out there, like your father, but there are only a handful of them in this world. There are more good than bad. I wish you could understand, but I don't blame you if you never will. I'm going to go out for an hour or so. I'll be back before dinner." Where was she going without her? Elphaba wondered this.
Galinda left the room quickly and abruptly, without even putting away the burn things she used. Elphaba put them away for her, feeling terribly about how she had treated Galinda before. The poor blonde already thought there was something wrong with her. Elphaba didn't think there was anything wrong with her, though. Galinda was beautiful, intelligent, warm, comforting, adorable…oh Oz, was Elphaba really falling in love?
Deciding to get a second opinion, she found herself walking the hallways alone to the library where Nessarose was reading about anything and everything to do with the subject of religion. Nanny was flipping the pages for her whenever Nessa tapped her foot. "Oh, Elphaba! I didn't see you come in," Nessa said sweetly. Elphaba smiled and sat beside her sister who gestured oddly for her to come sit. "Nanny, Elphaba can take it from here. I'm sure you're bored to death."
"Oh, nonsense Nessarose. Helping you does not bore me. But I would like to take a nap. Have someone wake me before dinner, will you?"
"Of course, Nanny. You go up and rest." Elphaba nodded in agreement. Once Nanny left, Nessarose let out an audible sigh of frustration. The green girl was concerned for her sister, so she took a piece of paper and a pen that was laying on the table and began to write. Her problems could wait.
Nessie, what's wrong? She wrote quickly.
"Do you believe in the Unnamed God, Elphaba? Or an afterlife of some sort? Ghosts or spirits maybe?" Nessarose asked her, completely ignoring the book she had been reading.
Personally, I do not believe in the Unnamed God. It just isn't possible for it to exist in my opinion. There have been so many religious disputes over time and gods change. I don't think there is an afterlife. I believe this is it and we should try to make the best of it. And I do not believe in ghosts or spirits either. However, my beliefs should not affect yours as yours shouldn't affect mine.
Nessarose read the note carefully and nodded in understanding. "Do you think it would be bad to be questioning my beliefs? Because there are so many contradictions to the Unnamed God and His teachings. I find there are more against His teachings than there are proving them. I also read His book carefully, and I noticed that there are tons of contradictions in the book itself. I'm just so confused," Nessa admitted. Elphaba had a feeling if the girl had arms, she'd throw something against the wall. The look on her face was one of defeat yet a mild look of confusion.
You're still young. You have time for deciding what you believe in. And no matter what you believe, even if you end up worshipping a Quoxwood tree, I'll still be your sister and I won't judge you for what you believe. Nessa read her note and smiled.
"I love you, Elphaba. You always tell the truth. If I could hug you, I would right now." Elphaba took the liberty of hugging Nessa herself, green arms carefully wrapping around her sister's body. "Before I bothered you with all of my problems about what I should believe, I think you came to me because you have a problem, correct?" Elphaba released her sister from the hug and wrote down quickly.
How did you know?
"You're just that obvious. Oh, don't look at me like that. But seriously, what's wrong?"
The problem is, I don't know for sure. Today, Galinda asked me if I held any romantic feelings for her. I panicked and ran off into the house. I know it's been practically just a clock tick, but she seems to be distancing herself from me already.
"Well, do you hold any romantic feelings towards her?" Nessa asked. Her nose crinkled a bit, as if she was in disgust, but then relaxed her expression.
I barely know what it's like to be cared for let alone love. Elphaba replied in her note truthfully.
"I will try my best to help you figure it out." Nessarose thought for a few moments, making Elphaba a bit nervous. "Well, you enjoy holding her at night, right? Like up close against your body?" Elphaba nodded. But it just made her feel safer and not alone. Before butting in, she decided to let Nessa continue. "Friends don't do that, but people who have feelings for each other do. I mean, you'd never even think to hold me as you hold Galinda, right?"
I don't think so. Elphaba wrote.
"And the way you two hold hands…you lace your fingers together. And I can tell you enjoy holding her hand because you're always reaching for it. And how you look at her as if she's the most beautiful person you have ever seen. Tell me, do you get a warm feeling when you're around her? As if everything is okay when she's around?" Elphaba nodded. "I'm pretty sure you like her, if not, you're in love with her. I see the way you look, and you know what? Lucky for you, she seems to hold romantic feelings for you as well. I see how she cuddles up to you."
Galinda told me it isn't right for two girls to like each other like that. It's what her mother told her, actually.
"I think Galinda's only confused, but she wants you, I can tell. When the two of us get together, whenever you come up in conversation, she gets this dreamy look in her eyes. I was discussing this with Avaric a few days ago and he seems to believe you two are made for each other."
Do you think that? Elphaba wrote down, wishing she hadn't. She was afraid of Nessa's answer, but she was anticipating it.
"I think I do. If she makes you happy and you like her, go for it. Nobody's going to stop you. And you should apologize to Galinda for upsetting her like that. I know that you've been deprived of social contact and don't know how to respond to many things, but you hurt her feelings regardless. I bet she's scared and confused, just like you are. After dinner, just please apologize." Elphaba nodded and kissed her sister's forehead.
After dinner, Elphaba and Galinda made their way to their bedroom. The blonde went into the bathroom quietly to take a bath while Elphaba decided to change into her nightgown to be more comfortable. Usually, Galinda would bathe and then she'd talk to Elphaba for hours, telling her things that nobody knew about her.
But when she got out of the bathroom, she was unusually quiet. In her towel with her hair wrapped up in another, she sat on the edge of her bed and sighed heavily. Elphaba crawled over to her and sat beside her, concerned for the blonde. "Elphie, please go away. I need to think." Elphaba stared at her body, probably the most beautiful one she had ever seen. She was thin, but had curves and breasts, and her lips were full and perfect, practically begging to be kissed. The green girl was surprised when that came to mind, but that didn't stop her from acting upon impulse (something she never did) and kissed Galinda.
The blonde immediately kissed her back passionately, twisting her body to face Elphaba. Green hands wandered onto pale shoulders, and eventually to toweled breasts. She loved how they felt in her hands, and by the way she massaged them, Galinda let out a moan of pleasure as Elphaba carefully laid her down onto the bed. Elphaba realized she had complete control over Galinda. She had never had control over someone before. Dominance was new to her, and she found that she liked it.
Galinda let green fingers unfasten her towel around her body, completely exposing her. She smiled when Elphaba had a look of shock on her face. "Like what you see?" She slowly nodded, then continued with what she was doing. She hesitated a bit, not wanting to go too far if the blonde felt uncomfortable. "Do whatever you want to me, Elphie," she sighed in pleasure.
Galinda felt Elphaba touch her in places that Fiyero seemed to ignore. She closed her eyes as she let green fingers probe around carefully and gently, as if she didn't want to harm her in any way. She let Elphaba take the lead because she knew if she did, Elphaba would probably stop and get scared. It didn't matter much anyway, because Galinda did like submitting, especially to Elphaba, the woman she admitted to herself that she loved the moment she held her and confessed her secrets.
After Galinda had an orgasm the first time in what seemed like to her forever, she let the green girl hold her close under the blankets. "Elphie, I think I'm in love with you," she whispered. She nuzzled her head into Elphaba's neck, taking in her scent. It was silent, but that was expected because the other girl didn't speak.
"Glinda," Elphaba's voice was hoarse from disuse. Quickly, Galinda looked up into brown eyes.
"Elphie, what did you say?" she asked with tears of happiness starting to form.
"Glinda," Elphaba said again, her voice clearer this time. "Glinda." She seemed to struggle to say Galinda, the blonde assumed. But it didn't matter because she heard the green girl's beautiful voice.
"Say my name again, Elphie," Galinda encouraged.
"Glinda," she said. "I love you." Galinda's tears fell because she was so happy for her. She hugged Elphaba tightly and kissed her.
"Why are you crying?" Elphaba said slowly, not used to moving her mouth and tongue to form words.
"I'm so happy for you. I'm so happy you're talking. And your first word is my name."
"It was actually horrors," Elphaba replied and ignored the burns the blonde's tears made.
"Oh, Elphie," she giggled cutely. "I believe that we are made for each other."
"And why is that, my sweet?" she said, her words coming out more fluidly.
"It's just…I have this feeling," Galinda replied, then yawned, indicating she was tired. The two fell asleep holding each other as usual, but this time, both slept soundly with dreams of happiness and love. Elphaba realized she wasn't afraid anymore-she didn't fear to speak, and if she had to, she could face anyone by herself. All it took was a little push and love from Galinda Arduenna.