A/N: Wow, I can't believe I'm already done with this challenge. This has been so much fun, thank you for everyone who read, favorited, followed and reviewed this "story", it means so much to me and really kept me going!

This chapter is also rated M. There was no prompt for the last day, that's why I went with this idea I had ever since prompt number 15.

Happy reading!

Elphaba hummed to herself while stripping down to her slip to clean up before bed. It was long after midnight already, but she had gotten distracted with her new book series again, and the comfortable silence of the dorm room had caused her to read for far too long. Without Galinda bouncing around the bedroom and fighting for her attention, the evening had been unnaturally quiet, and Elphaba couldn't decide if she had enjoyed it or missed the chirpy blonde.

Probably a bit of both, she thought to herself as she reached for her oils in the bathroom cabinet where they always looked a little lost next to Galinda's countless beauty products. Elphaba didn't need the space, therefore she had never complained about the blonde filling up the entire cabinet on her own, but she still couldn't comprehend what her roommate needed all these things for.

Whenever Galinda got herself out of bed in the morning, her blonde curls might be a little shriveled and the creases of her pillows imprinted on her face, but that didn't change the fact that she was the most beautiful girl on campus. In Elphaba's eyes, the hour she needed in the bathroom in the mornings didn't change a whole lot of her appearance, beside from her hair being meticulously combed and the traces of sleep vanished from her face.

Even though she pretended differently to Galinda's face, she wasn't annoyed by the time she occupied the bathroom or stood in front of her closet not knowing what to wear. It wasn't even her beauty itself; although one might come to believe that seeing another girl emerging from bed every morning and still looking this stunning, especially when you looked like Elphaba, was hard.

And it was, but for a whole different reason.

It was hard because she found herself staring at Galinda the entire time. It was hard because her fingers itched to touch those golden curls of hers, because her stomach made backflips whenever her roommate so much as smiled at her, and most of all because she forgot how to breathe whenever Galinda came too close.

It was hard because even in this moment she stood in the middle of the bathroom lost in thoughts of the blonde she would rather not have, and her brain seemed to have given up on any other activity.

Shaking her head, as if that could chase the thoughts away, she poured some of her oil on a washcloth and began to spread it on her arms.

This needed to stop. She couldn't go on like this any longer.

It wasn't fair to her best friend, the only friend she had ever had, to imagine it was her soft hands running over her skin instead. Elphaba tried her best to keep these thoughts at bay, but the rational part of her brain was overpowered by these daydreams way too often.

How could she call herself a friend if all she wanted to do was to pull her close and kiss her obnoxiously pink lipstick right from her lips?

She didn't even understand herself and where these urges suddenly came from. Elphaba had never had these emotions towards anyone else before. For Oz' sake, she hadn't even kissed anyone before, so there was absolutely no reason for her to suddenly think about nothing else.

"Elphie?"

The sudden call of her name and the sound of the bathroom door opening made her jump, frantically reaching for the nearest towel to cover herself. She nearly choked on her own breath as she turned around to see Galinda sticking her head between door and doorframe, openly gawking at her with her jaw hanging open.

"Sweet Oz, Galinda, get out!" She yelled after finding her breath again, fumbling with the white towel so it would cover as much of her exposed verdigris as possible.

Instead of obeying her, the blonde opened the door wider to slip inside the bathroom.

"I need to wash up too," she stated with a hiccup, and Elphaba quickly noticed the sway in her step.

Forgetting about her nakedness for a moment, she gave her roommate a quick once-over. "Are you drunk?"

While Elphaba didn't know where Galinda went whenever she left for a night out with her other friends and neither had she ever asked, she could only presume that they were visiting one of Shiz' countless night clubs and bars. Yet, the blonde had never returned drunk before, apparently too cautious of what would happen if she ever lost control of herself like that. Since Elphaba couldn't see the appeal of mindless consumption of alcohol anyway, she had never wasted much thought on the matter.

Elphaba frowned. "And why are you covered in neon body paint?"

"Don't ask," Galinda sighed before stumbling over towards her, grabbing her arm for stability. "Why are you naked?"

"Because I didn't expect to have company," Elphaba deadpanned, tugging on her towel. The blonde's proximity left her feeling light-headed and her thoughts racing as if she was the one who had drunk a little too much.

Galinda licked her lips before running her eyes over the green girl's body. "Clearly."

Bringing her hand up towards Elphaba's, which was clutching the towel in front of her body, Galinda looked back up to her, their eyes locking. Something at the back of Elphaba's brain tried and remind her how to breathe, but she couldn't tell if her body obeyed. Galinda's hand found her own and gently loosened her grip on the towel, never breaking their eye contact.

"You're so beautiful, Elphie, " she whispered as the towel dropped to the floor, but before blue eyes could divert their attention to the naked skin she had just exposed, the sound broke the spell.

Quickly reaching for the towel again and wrapping it tightly around her body, Elphaba tried to ignore her heart hammering in her chest.

"And you're really drunk," she replied with a slightly wavering voice, her breath shallow and uneven.

What in Oz had just happened? What had she just let happen? One second longer and she would have completely exposed herself to her roommate, and all because her brain stopped functioning the second she entered her private space.

Galinda hiccupped again, flopping herself onto the bathroom floor. "Maybe."

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up," Elphaba said in an attempt to focus on anything else besides her heart's ridiculously fast beating.

"But I'm tired," Galinda wailed, her upper Gillikin accent coming through as she slurred the words.

Securing her towel with a double twist, Elphaba sat down on her knees on the floor next to her. She sighed as she eyed the well dried color on her clothes and skin, and even in her hair. "I know, but you can't go to sleep like this."

For a moment she considered her options. She could try and clean the blonde with her clothes still on, which she would prefer – or so she convinced herself. But even from just looking at it now, the color went well underneath her dress.

Trying to keep herself from blushing, although she wasn't sure Galinda would even notice in her dazed state, she cleared her throat. "Uh, we need to get you out of your dress."

"There's a zipper," Galinda said with a yawn. "On the back."

As she didn't make a move to unzip the dress herself, however, Elphaba sighed once again before reaching behind the blonde to find the zipper. But as she was doing so, she suddenly felt soft hands just above her chest, tracing one of her collarbones.

She jumped back, facing the blonde again. "What in Oz do you think you're doing?"

"Green suits you," Galinda replied with a melodious giggle.

Elphaba only shook her head, trying to ignore the heat rising up in her cheeks. "Whatever. Just stop touching me or you can clean yourself up on your own."

Galinda reacted with a pout, but let her hands fall back into her lap. Since that was likely to be the closest thing she got to a promise, she leaned back over the blonde to open her dress.

Her throat was as dry as it never had been before as she beckoned the blonde to sit up a little so she could pull the dress up and over her head. She did her best not to look at her roommate as she tossed the dress behind her and eyed the color on her skin, but it was hard not to. Galinda was wearing a bright pink bra which barely covered her breasts and a matching thong that barely did any covering at all.

She could feel Galinda's eyes on her as she did her best to focus on the washcloth and oil in her hands. "Why are you using that?"

"Because I'm allergic to water, remember?" Elphaba explained without looking up, her face feeling unbearably hot. "And you're not in a state to do it yourself. Now give me your arm."

Galinda stuck her arm out towards her and Elphaba began to scrub the paint off her skin. Biting her bottom lip, she concentrated on only looking at the patch of skin she was cleaning.

"That smells funny," the blonde giggled, bringing her nose closer to her arm to inhale the scent. "It smells like you."

Elphaba didn't reply and only brought her hand further up her roommate's arm. It was dangerously close to her bra-covered breasts and Elphaba probably looked like a maniac trying not to let her eyes wander. She stopped when she reached the bra strap on her shoulder although Galinda's entire chest was covered in paint as well, but she didn't have the nerves to try and clean it yet.

"I like how you smell," Galinda slurred as she offered her the other arm.

The green girl swallowed. "You're drunk."

"And?"

"And that means you're talking nonsense." Elphaba didn't even know who she tried to convince and the fact that ever since the blonde had stuck her head through the bathroom door, she almost seemed to be flirting with her, only made it harder to concentrate. She needed to change the subject, or else a pathetic little part of her would start to believe that Galinda really meant what she was saying. "Why don't you just tell me why you turned yourself into a walking rainbow?"

"Theme party," Galinda murmured. "Paint bombs and such."

Elphaba shook her head at the explanation, scrubbing the blonde's upper arm. Why people went to such events only to color themselves in a blinding array of rainbow colors was beyond her.

Galinda hiccupped again, her breath smelling like fruit cocktails and alcohol. "You should have come, Elphie."

"For what?"

"I could have colored you," Galinda giggled, lifting one hand to trace the green girl's jaw. "Maybe in pink! Or better, all the colors, and you could have been a Lurlinemas tree!"

Shooting her a glare, Elphaba removed her hand from her face, even though the light touch had sent tingles through the spot. "Very funny. And I said no touching."

Galinda pushed out her lips in a pout but dropped her hand. "Such a killjoy you are."

"Maybe, but then I would have had to clean myself too and this color is not exactly easy to wash off."

"I would have done it! And I've seen you naked now anyway."

Elphaba gulped as she turned her head towards the blonde, a devilish little smile on her features. "I- I immediately grabbed the towel, you- were you watching me?"

Instead of an answer, Galinda began to hum the melody she must have heard when she first entered the room. Elphaba was sure that if her face got any hotter, it would explode.

"How long?" She choked out, not even caring about the fact that she was still holding Galinda's already clean arm.

Now the blonde at least had the decency to look guilty. "I told you you're beautiful."

Blood rushed through Elphaba's ears as she tried to comprehend what the blonde had just more or less told her. Not the compliment, she still firmly believed that was a product of the alcohol Galinda had consumed, but the image of her roommate silently watching her while she was wearing nothing more than panties. Well, at least she had left those on, Elphaba thought bitterly.

She slid further away from Galinda to run the washcloth over her calves. Luckily for her, the paint didn't reach much further up than her knees, at least sparing her the awkward proximity to her lacy thong.

"Are you mad?" Galinda asked after a while, her voice wavering, and when Elphaba looked up to her, she could also see the way her lips were trembling.

Elphaba thought about it for a second.

"No," she finally confessed, sliding closer to the blonde as she finished with her legs. "With any luck, you'll have forgotten it all by tomorrow."

She put some new oil onto the washcloth, mainly to stall for time as the last parts of skin she needed to clean were all a little too close to her roommate's bra. With every one of Galinda's breaths, her breasts were pushed forward, struggling against the pink confinement and it took every last ounce of self-control she possessed not to stare.

Starting with Galinda's back, mostly because it seemed like the safest spot, she smoothed her blonde curls to the side, revealing a long and slender neck. She tried to concentrate on her breathing while she scrubbed the paint off.

Galinda sighed, slouching her shoulders. "What if I don't wanna forget?"

The command she had given herself for deep and even breaths was instantly forgotten.

"Stop saying things like that," she managed to say, her throat strangled and voice hoarse.

"Why?"

Elphaba was beyond grateful that she had chosen to start with her back; at least her roommate couldn't see the way her face fell as she spoke the truth. "I might start believing them."

Suddenly Galinda turned around, almost causing her to fall over.

"What if that's the whole point?"

Elphaba desperately searched her face for any hints of deceit or a joke, but her blue eyes were wide and sincere, the dazed look from the alcohol almost fully gone. The breath that hit her face still smelled of alcohol, but the stunning features she had admired for so long now had honesty written all over them.

Reaching for her hand holding the washcloth, Galinda pulled it towards her chest, letting it rest slightly underneath her collarbone. Elphaba's breath hitched in her throat as she noticed the way the blonde's heart seemed to race in unison with her own.

"Galinda-"

"I'm not clean yet, Elphie," she interrupted before the green girl could say anything more.

Elphaba's gaze was drawn back downwards as she slowly began to wipe off the paint. Her entire body seemed to be ablaze, her throat was indescribably dry and the only way she knew she was still breathing was the fact that she hadn't collapsed yet.

She didn't notice that Galinda's hands had sneaked behind her back and opened her bra clasp until the garment loosened in the front, not yet falling off but close.

Opening her mouth to say something, anything, she tried not to drool at the sight, not a sound emerging from her throat.

For a short, exhilarating second, she could imagine it all. The way her bra would fall down and Elphaba couldn't control herself any longer, her hands wandering exactly where they wanted to be. How she would kiss Galinda with everything she had to make up for all the teasing she had had to endure. How Galinda might even kiss back.

But she couldn't. Not because she didn't want to, because Oz knew how much she did.

No, she couldn't, because Galinda was still drunk and because there was still a chance she would regret all of this the next morning. She might even forgive Elphaba, after all, she had struggled against her ways of seducing her as long as she could, but Elphaba would never be able to forgive herself.

"Stop," she said, not loud enough to count as yelling, but forceful enough to be effective.

Galinda looked back up at her, eyes wide in shock and confusion. "W-what?"

Standing up and ignoring how weak her knees still were, Elphaba grabbed another towel and handed it to her.

"Not like this," Elphaba replied, hoping it would be sufficient to count as an answer. "You're clean enough for bed. Wipe yourself dry, I'm fetching you a nightdress."

She took her time back in their dorm room, opening Galinda's countless crammed drawers to find something for the night. The cool air helped her to center herself again, after everything that had just happened. As well as everything that could have just happened.

Tomorrow, she would have to talk to the blonde, to try and find out if she had meant anything she said, or if she even remembered it at all. But she wouldn't attempt to do it as long as Galinda wasn't sober enough to really think through her actions.

When she finally found a nightdress for Galinda, she decided to put on her own as well, and if only to get out of the towel she had been dressed in the entire time. Perhaps she was being paranoid, but before she slipped it off to change, she looked at the bathroom door to make sure her roommate wasn't secretly watching her.

She did her best trying to convince herself the slight sting she felt as she didn't see her wasn't disappointment.

When she went back into the bathroom, she found Galinda lying on the floor, her breathing even and slow and the towel she had given her serving as a blanket.

Elphaba couldn't help but smile at the sight.

Then she took her into her arms bridal style and carried her to the pink, frilly bed on her side of the room. She didn't dare wake her up to slip on the nightdress, instead, she just spread her blanket over her tiny frame, and placed a soft kiss on her temple.

"Fresh dreams, Galinda," Elphaba whispered as she slid into her own bed and switched off the light. She fell asleep with a smile on her face.