The days that had followed the funeral were rather ordinary. Elphaba spent the hours of light, cooped up in her offices, there were various different characters coming to meet with her, so Glinda had to find other distractions to occupy this time.

Nessarose was still acting strangely toward her but she didn't see much of the other Thropp Sister either. Nessa was also spending an unusual amount of her day in The Eminent's office. It was odd to say the least, whilst one could tell the Sister's loved each other dearly, it was not known for them to be bosom buddies. In fact, a lot of the time they spent together, that Glinda knew of, was spent in heated debate, about church and state and the need for there to be a clear separation between the two.

Another coupling that had become inseparable, was Shell and Pikney. Their connection was less confusifying. Both were equally rambunctious and Glinda often heard them sneaking back into the house in the wee hours. It had become quickly apparent that neither of them could handle their alcohol, and usually, Pikney could be heard stumbling or falling over something or another, this would elicit the deep, bellowing laugh of Shell. Nanny could then be heard chasing them around the halls, slipper in hand.

Thankfully, not much had been seen of Fiyero during his stay, according to Avaric, the Vinkun left early in the morning and did not return 'til suppertime. Glinda was a curious person by nature, so, it was strange, she cared not a single jot about the Soldier's whereabouts during the day. When they did meet at the dinner table, the blonde spent most of her meal glaring daggers at the idiotic, conceited man.

Glinda spent most of her days with Nanny and Avaric. The threesome had good fun, Nanny would sometimes take them to more 'questionable' establishments. The Margreave enjoyed these visits especially, he had not been lying when he said he enjoyed the company of Munchkin women.

It wasn't like the old woman had brought them to a brothel, well, she might have, once, without knowing it. Most of the properties they'd been to, were gambling dens, run by rough looking men, who greeted Nanny as though she were a regular. The fact that Nanny knew such shady people (people that, if approached Glinda in the street, she would run, screaming for her life) and seemed to be on the best of terms with them, the men seemed to hold great respect for the old woman and it was all terribly amusing to Glinda.

Despite her days never inducing boredom, Glinda constantly found herself longing for the sun to set. The nights belonged to Elphie and her.

Every evening, after supper, she and Elphaba would retire to what was now known between the two of them, as 'their library'. They continued the old ritual they'd developed in the first days of their friendship, they drank away Elphie's wine, they talked before the fire and generally enjoyed the peace and quiet. The one major difference was that now, Glinda sat so close to her lover, she was almost in her lap. They were like teenagers, they couldn't keep their hands to themselves. Most nights, they barely spent an hour in the library, before they would race to Elphaba's room to do anything but sleep.

The sensation of Elphaba inside her. The feeling of being inside Elphaba. The sensation of her lover's lips, traversing every inch of her skin. The sensation of her lips, traversing every inch of her lover's skin.

Glinda was sure, she would remember her nights with Elphie, in great detail, for the rest of her life.

The sore truth, that one day, one day soon, they would have to part, well, that was unbearable. She knew, when that day came, it would be the most painful, dreadful loss, she had ever experienced.

XXX

The day of Elphaba's inauguration was upon them in no time.

Nanny told them at breakfast, the village was packed. People had travelled from the furthest corners of Munchkinland and once the public house and its limited rooms had been filled, travellers had camped on the streets. The gates to the manor house didn't open until the thirteenth hour but throngs of Munchkins were already queuing to get the best possible view when the Eminent stepped out onto the balcony.

Elphie's nerves were apparent. She hardly touched a morsel of food. Inconspicuously, Glinda edged her chair closer, she placed her hand on Elphaba's thigh and gave a reassuring squeeze. A hand covered her own and like that they stayed 'til everyone had eaten their fill.

Glinda was glad she could provide the smallest bit of comfort.

Shell had asked if anyone would like to accompany him to the street party that was taking place after the ceremony. Of course, Pikney said yes, as did Fiyero and Avaric, the latter desperately trying to persuade Glinda to join them. She declined politely, the only gathering she wanted to be part of was the one that included her and Elphie, only.

At half an hour to go, they all gathered in the anti-room that led to the balcony, Elphaba was the only one not present. It would only be the Thropp family (except Nanny) and the Governors who would be venturing out to greet the crowds, the rest of them, Glinda included, would have to watch from in here.

When the clock struck one, the heavy sound of footfalls and a cheering crowd, could be heard beyond the french-doors. Taking a peak past the net curtain, Glinda gasped, Nanny had not been lying when she said the village was packed.

The largest amount of bodies she had ever seen in one place, were crammed into the grounds, right from the entrance, all the way up the drive, stopping a few metres before the front door. The male staff, employed at the manor, had been stationed outside, forming a cordon at the front of the house, to stave off any attempt someone might make at gaining entry.

Elphaba strode into the room gingerly, accompanied by two severe looking men, who Glinda only assumed to be the Governors. Each of them had been instructed on what they were to do when the Eminent arrived.

One-by-one, starting with Nessarose, they stood in front of Her Eminence, curtsied (with the exception of Nessa) and bowed. Elphaba then offered her hand and each of them kissed the air above her knuckles in a sign of deference.

She could tell Elphaba loathed this act, Glinda did too, when she saw Fiyero deliberately kiss the skin of her lover's hand, she had to hold herself back from inflicting injury upon his person.

When it came to Glinda's turn, she did the same thing, maintaining eye contact with her Elphie, she kissed the exact same spot where vile lips had just been. Only she could feel the breath leave Elphaba's body, but she hoped Fiyero had saw.

The doors were opened and the sound of the crowd, was almost deafening.

She and Elphaba stole a look at one another, their silent communication drowning out the screams, before the green woman stepped onto the balcony, followed by Nessarose, Shell and the two Governors.

Glinda took her place between Avaric and Nanny and watched on with baited breath. She could not rid herself of the feeling of worry. She did not know why, but somehow, she sensed things were going to go awry.

"Citizens of Munchkinland!" The tallest Governor bellowed, really there was no need, a microphone had been set up in front of them. "I present to you Elphaba Thropp, our Eminent!"

Cheers echoed.

"Elphaba Thropp," the other Governor said, unfurling a worn looking scroll, "upon the passing of our dearly departed Eminent, you have become our only true and lawful leader. Do you hereby swear, in front of your loyal subjects, that you will uphold the great traditions of Munchkinland?"

"I do", Elphaba replied.

"Do you vow to serve your subjects, with dignity and grace?"

"I do."

"Do you swear to uphold the rights of Munchkins, in accordance with Ozian law?"

Silence.

A lump had swelled in Glinda's throat, she gripped Avaric's sleeve tightly, praying...

"I swear I will uphold the right of every being who calls Munchkinland their home!"

What was Elphaba doing? Sweet Oz, this wasn't supposed to happen! 'Someone please, stop her', Glinda screamed, internally.

"My fellow Munchkins. I swear to each and every one of you, I will restore our great nation, I will ensure that each and every one of you, Farmer, Baker, Housewive, Animal, each of you who reside here, I will ensure that you all have a voice! And that those voices are heard! Or...I will die fighting!"

Glinda made to step forward and save Elphaba from her own words. This was catastrophic! Elphaba was stood there, attaching a price to her own head. Avaric stopped her. She looked up at the Margreave, with more anger, more bitterness, than she had every shown anyone before.

"Let me go!" She hissed.

"I can't, I'm so sorry, Glinda."

Tears clouded her vision but she could still hear Elphaba's voice.

"The Wizard is stripping our rights away. Animals are no longer allowed to seek work. Any, wither they have four legs or two, who defies him or his Government, is imprisoned and subjected to the most severe torture imaginable. No longer can we sit by idly and allow a bunch of mindless, power hungry, Aristocrats to dictate our lives. They are stealing the bread from our tables and lavishly furnishing their own. We must rise up, bear arms if we need to, and fight! Fight for what is right!"

The loudest cheer rang through the crowd, Glinda was sure it would be heard miles away.

She was still crying, her tears, not just for Elphaba, but for both of them and everything they were together.

The company on the balcony re-entered the room, none of them looked surprised at the speech Elphaba had just made. When the green woman looked upon her, a pained look crossed her face. Glinda couldn't take this, was no one else concerned about the implications of what just transpired? Had it only been her who was kept in the dark?

The blonde turned on her heel, leaving the room, and ran.

She didn't manage very far. Arms were wrapped around her, lifting her and pining her to the wall.

"Get off me!"

"Glinda, please listen to me?"

"Why should I?" She wailed, "you betrayed me! You told me you would not do anything like this, you lied to my face!"

"I had to." The taller Woman pleaded, "I had to, to keep you safe, I promised to keep you safe and that is what I've done and what I shall continue to do."

"Keeping me safe is not waging war."

"I hope it won't come to that."

"So that is what you intend to do then, to fight, to get yourself killed?"

"Someone has to stand up to them, Glinda, don't you see?"

"Why does that someone have to be you?"

"If not me, then who? People and Animals, spanning every inch of Oz, are being persecuted, the poor and the different are being used as The Wizard's scapegoats. I have been given the gift of a voice, I intend to use it, and use it for good. I have to fight them."

"Elphaba", Glinda cried, "do you realise, the 'they' in your analogy, I am part of the 'they'? Do you intend to fight me if I get in your way?"

She cupped her face, "Of course not, my sweet", green lips kissed her cheek, "you are nothing like them, you may be bound by a marriage certificate, but you are nothing like your husband. You believe in this too. You are good."

"I do believe in change, you've helped me see the evil in this world, but this is not the way, what you are proposing is an act of terror. Innocent people could die."

"It is the only way, Glinda." Both hands held her face now, forcing their eyes to connect. "These people will not listen to reason. The threat of war will hopefully make them. I don't want a war any more than you. All I'm saying is, if it comes to that, the so be it, I will fight."

"Elphie, you can't, they'll kill you. I know these men, they will stop at nothing, please..."

Elphaba kissed her, swallowing the words she was trying to speak. "Hush, my sweet. Please, just give me tonight, give me tonight to pretend none of this is happening. Let it be just you and I, let us forget the world for just one more night?"

"Elphie..." Glinda didn't know what to say, all she could do was kiss her lover back. There was so much desperation in that one kiss, desperation for peace, desperation for hope, desperation for one another.

Glinda knew what would happen tomorrow, even if Elphaba didn't. It weighed heavily on her heart.

They made it back to Elphaba's room, fingers already tearing at clothes, mouths joined firmly. Divesting of their dresses, they landed on the bed, underwear being the only separation of their skin.

Taking charge, Glinda climbed atop her lover, straddling one of her legs, bringing her knee into contact with the other woman's centre. Elphaba let out a low growl, Glinda could already feel wetness seeping through the material of the green woman's underwear and her own stockings.

Detaching their mouths, with one last bite to verdant lips, Glinda reached behind Elphaba's back and practically ripped her bandeau off. Her teeth and lips immediately sought out an ice-hard nipple. She nipped and sucked. A hand came up to caress the neglected breast, twisting and pinching, the way she knew Elphaba liked.

It wasn't enough, she needed to hear Elphie scream her name below her. Her mouth moved lower, her tongue trailing over a hardened, flat abdomen. She felt the lurch of her lover's stomach muscles, as she teased the skin above the line of cotton keeping her from her goal.

She drew dark underwear down the long expanse of green legs. Elphaba's centre was now bare for her eyes to feast upon. Dark curls and puffy outer lips, hid Glinda's favourite, emerald jewel. She had only utilised her fingers during their lovemaking before now, the blonde wanted that to change.

Spreading soft thighs as wide as she could, Glinda dived in. Her lover gasped her name above her and fingers tangled in her hair. That wasn't good enough, she didn't want to elicit simple gasps, she wanted cries and growls, she wanted to see, feel and hear the animalistic side of Elphaba.

Unsure of exactly what to do, she tried and tested, trying to mimic what Elphaba did to her. The taste here was the same as it had been when she'd cleaned her fingers using her mouth, except here, it was much more potent. It was pure Elphaba.

Her tongue parted outer folds, collecting the wetness that had gathered there, starting at her lover's entrance, she licked upward, searching for that sweet spot. She found it, hard and waiting. As soon as her tongue made contact with the sensitive flesh, Glinda heard the most guttural cry above her.

Looking up, she saw Elphaba's eyes glued to the spot where Glinda's tongue was working. Pure need and lust covered Elphie's face, the sight sent a wave of wetness straight to her own centre, she knew her underwear would be ruined by the time she was finished.

Making a great show of what she was doing, Glinda swirled her tongue around Elphaba's engorged nub, another growl, "don't tease." Her lover ordered.

Not one to disappoint, she took that precious emerald into her mouth and sucked till her cheeks went hollow.

"Glinda!" The taller woman screamed. That was more like it.

The sound made Glinda moan and hips bucked around her. She held those sharp hips, with all the strength she possessed, and continued to enjoy her feast.

Pleasuring Elphaba this way was pure heaven. She was glad her lover thought so too, "fingers, I need your fingers inside me." The demand was gasped shakily, her eyes travelled upward, Elphaba was biting her lip and her free hand was palming her own breast.

Between Glinda's legs was throbbing, she could feel her arousal escape her and trickle down the inside of her thigh.

She plunged two fingers deep inside Elphaba, without warning. Hitting that special spot first time, she felt fingers grasp her hair at the root painfully. Her lover was completely out of control now, she was growling and thrashing in abandon. Glinda knew it would not take long.

Curling and uncurling her fingers with each stroke, she kept up the ministrations of her mouth and tongue. Sucking and circling at the same time, she felt the first signs of Elphaba's oncoming orgasm.

The little emerald jumped of its own accord, trying to escape her mouth, she held fast. She could feel Elphaba's walls contract around her fingers, more and more wetness accompanied each spasm, dripping from her fingers and landing on the sheets below.

Unable to make any coherent sound now, Elphaba's cries sounded like the notes of a piano. Like any going pianist, Glinda drew each note out until there was none left to play.

She guided her lover through her climax and its aftermath. She knew Elphaba became extremely sensitive after release and couldn't take any further stimulation. So, Glinda tried her best to collect every last ounce of Elphaba's juices before the other woman pulled her away. She was pulled upwards to kiss waiting lips.

Hungrily she kissed, her own heightened arousal having being ignored until now, Glinda practically begged her lover to touch her.

Flipping them over, Elphaba started to unlace her corset slowly, but Glinda was too far gone for any sort of foreplay. "Scissors, Elphie. Get scissors and cut the damned thing off!"

"We can't cut open your corset, my sweet."

"Yes, we can", she moaned, "I've done it before. I didn't know the feeling then but that night you pinned me to the wall and asked what made me scream, you aroused me. I was so hot and agitated, I couldn't unlace the stupid thing, my breasts were so sore and sensitive, the only thing I could do, was cut it open."

"I made you feel like that?"

"Yes! I feel like that now, and I'd very much like for you to do something about it, so be quick, and get a pair of scissors."

Her whish was obeyed and Elphaba returned, cutting the laces of her corset, careful not to scratch her skin. As soon as her breasts spilled free, she pulled the other woman back on top of her. The scissors were discarded somewhere.

Kissing her deeply, she felt Elphaba remove her drenched underwear. Thank Lurline! She felt the cool air tickle her most intimate area, she wished Elphie would hurrry up and enter her.

A head covered in long, dark hair, attempted to move down her body but Glinda halted its process. "No, I want to look into your eyes. Please stay here?"

Returning to her original position, Elphaba kissed her thoroughly. Her tongue entering her mouth at the same time as her fingers breached her entrance. She felt delightfully full. Elphaba moved hard and fast, the palm of her hand grinding against Glinda's nub.

It felt like the perfecting ending to an opera. In a way, Glinda knew it was. There would be, no third act.

"Open your eyes, my sweet."

She hadn't realised they had been shut. She opened them to see tears cascading down her lover's cheeks. Her hand still working, she kissed Glinda once, "I love you, Glinda. I love you." She kissed her one last time and her fingers curled upwards. And with that, Glinda fell apart.

AN:

Do you hate me yet?

This was a hard chapter to write and an even chapter to edit. Things are starting to heat up, what do you think will happen next? Let me know.

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