Collecting You

By gypsylemon

Rating: This chapter more then just flirts with NC-17, so let's leave it at R-C-17. If that makes any sense at all…*shakes head*

Author's Note: Yes, I know there's also a book, which I read, but this fic takes place at the end of the Broadway play. Even so, it adopts many aspects from the book, so in a way it's a crossover/AU. Katie/DS/whatever your ff.net account is: I LOVE YOU! I couldn't have done this chapter without you. Don't forget the oral, mustn't forget the oral! ;)

Sorry this one took so long. I was having some difficulties with phrases, ideas and words. Basically, it was a hard chapter to write.

Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me except the ideas.

Chapter 5: The Beauty of False Sanity

Glinda lay in bed with Elphaba beside her; she hadn't slept in her own bed for a few days, since her guest had arrived and needed her time, help and attention. Of course, Glinda the Good couldn't ever imagine saying no to Elphie, so she had given all she could. Even her love, more then just a friend's love.

All that she had done seemed to have magical effects on the green woman, and although she was still always hurting, she was also healing, little by little, day by day. Lurline only knew what those dark eyes saw, only Glinda knew Elphaba saw more of the world then what was actually there sometimes. But she did not wake up terrified beyond speech anymore. No doubt nightmares still plagued her, but maybe now she had come to distinguish them from reality.

Earlier that day, Elphaba gave Glinda permission to brush her thickly matted hair, and although it took over an hour the two had no other engagements to speak of, so they sat and spoke again of their past, bringing up memories, stopping every so often when the green woman flinched beneath Glinda's touch.

Now her hair lay on the pillow, sheer and cascading like a chocolate waterfall. Glinda had run her fingers through it more times then she could count, letting it slip through her fingers like silk. She had always envied Elphaba's talent and ambition most of all, but her beautiful hair was always a fair rival.

Without much difficulty, Glinda fell into a dreamless sleep that seemed to last only for a few seconds before something woke her suddenly. Until her sleepy vision un blurred, she was just a green cloud hovering above her body; that cloud turned into the beauty of Elphaba as her vision cleared. She was naked, and her green body shocked Glinda by resembling a battlefield more than it resembled a human.

It was an array of scars, bruises and half-healed cuts that had closed up around clots of dried blood in all shapes and sizes. There wasn't any more then an inch of clean flesh in one part of her; she looked as if her body was a plain that had been bombed, as if a war had waged across her flesh.

"How did this happen to you? Elphie…" Each scar seemed to imprint itself onto Glinda's flesh, scarring her as well, causing her pain. Although it was nowhere near the pain that Elphaba had obviously gone through, it hurt the smaller woman enough to wish for something she could have done, or could still do.

"They're not hurting now," Green lips said only this, and then there was a moment of silence; this was nothing new. Delicately, fearing her touch would cause old wounds to open once again, Glinda lay the palm of her hand flat on the spot just between Elphaba's breasts, over one particular wound; she felt her heart beating beneath her fingers.

She flinched, suddenly realizing what she was doing and almost pulled her hand away, had Elphaba's hand not come up over hers. "I want to," Glinda spoke softly, apologetically, and turned her head to the side. "I just…can't."

"You can." Elphaba encouraged, slowly pulling Glinda's hand down her front. "I want it too."

Glinda was not sure what she wanted, but when Elphaba's green hand moved her pale one even further down her body, and her dark lips came down on her light ones, there was nothing else the blonde could have wanted more. Soon, both of Elphaba's hands were on Glinda, whose own hand was free to explore on its own. Their lips were still together, and tongues met for the very first time.

Glinda's hand hesitantly made its way down to Elphaba's slim inner thighs. They were tense, but there was hardly ever a moment where the green woman was relaxed. How could she? Maybe this might help - Elphaba pulled back and Glinda sat up for a moment to remove her nightgown, before lips met again and both of her hands slid around green hips. She rubbed her fingers in circles, applying some pressure, something she thought would feel good.

One of Elphaba's arms wrapped around Glinda's back to keep her from falling back, to keep their bodies together, while her other hand came to Glinda's breast. This caused her to jump a little, but they were so deep into their kiss the other woman didn't notice. The pleasure overcame the strange feeling and there was no resistance between either of them anymore. Just passion.

With one hand firmly pressed against Glinda's breast, Elphaba slid her other hand further down Glinda's back, which arched beneath her palm and fingertips. Still their lips would not part, and their ragged breathing was the only sound that filled the air.

Then Elphaba pulled away from her, hands receding from her body. Glinda tried to sit up but the other woman pushed her back down with one hand, the other moving her legs apart. The blonde lay silent at Elphaba's mercy, looking at the ceiling when she felt Elphaba's tongue between her legs. She tensed, eyes darting, fists clenched, and she cried out, but Elphaba's hand was still firmly pressing down on her abdomen. Her other hand came up too, and each found a hip to touch.

This was nothing Glinda had ever felt before, and she wasn't sure whether to be terrified or to welcome such a rush of emotions. Her eyes filled with tears as an incredible rush was building in the pit of her stomach. Her breath caught at the back of her throat and she could do nothing but let herself be taken.

Never had she been touched like this by a man. After all, she was Glinda the Good, a public figure of hope and celebration, and no man could ever treat her with anything but kindness and respect. She was respected, but not loved. Now she was loved with such a fierce passion, by a woman whom she loved in return; the transition was mind boggling.

No doubt Elphaba knew what she was doing; it was ironic how a woman who hardly had any happiness to speak of knew just how to give another more pleasure then Glinda thought possible. She shuddered, and moaned, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. She felt the feeling growing, closer to her breaking point each second. Her breathing was ragged, and she let out something like a cry or a moan, she couldn't hear; her ears were filled with the sound of rushing water and drum beats, and she couldn't think about anything other then that instant.

Closer…"Elphie," She whimpered and bit her lip in an effort to brace herself for when it felt like she would surely explode. Glinda writhed beneath green hands.

Glinda was already helpless, and Elphaba was free do to her will. Glinda loved her but right now she was terrified. There was nothing that could have filled her empty life like her old friend did, but right now Elphaba filled much more. She wanted it to feel good, but this was just too -

-her thoughts stopped abruptly, exploding with her world; she screamed and squeezed her eyes shut, fell back against the bed. Elphaba came up then, and sat with her legs apart, just above Glinda's stomach. She bent forward and kissed Glinda softly on her lips, then down her chin, her throat, her neck, over the collarbone and finding her right breast to stop at. Each kiss left a legacy on her skin.

Her lips were warm as they encircled Glinda's nipple, leaving a ring of saliva when they retreated; still in shock from what had just happened, Glinda could do nothing but lie there, lost in pain and fear but too absorbed in the pleasure to try to find her way out. Elphaba's tongue re-traced the pattern on Glinda's breast.

This was wrong. The snob that had all but disappeared from Glinda's being came storming back in so suddenly, apparently furious at what had become of its host during its absence. A few more tears slipped down her cheeks, and this time she wiped them away. Here she was, lying in bed, making love to a dead woman, dead to all of Oz but her. And now Glinda had just died with Elphaba, melted with the Witch. Fear returned to her as well; she didn't want to die.

"El-Elphie," Glinda struggled with the getting the name past her lips, "I think…you have to stop. I don't-I can't…"

Although those green lips withdrew, Elphaba spoke no words, nor did she even show any signs of hearing. Glinda's soft, pale skin was darkening before her eyes; blue diamonds rose from nothing and imprinted themselves on Glinda's flesh. Her eyes roved up and down this new body before her in disbelief, and her hand poised just above it as if afraid to touch.

Elphaba moved her hand a little closer, then stopped in her tracks, unsure of whether to stop or keep moving, advance or retreat. She wiped her left eye with the back of her hand, then swooped down like an owl to a mouse with even more of a passion then she had just previously exerted.. It was then that she changed, and she was no longer making love to Glinda; She was making love to Fiyero.

Glinda noticed this change in Elphaba the moment Elphaba's lips came crashing down on hers. "Fiyero," The green woman breathed between kisses, "my hero." She had spoken clear enough so that Glinda did not need to wonder if she was just hearing things, and Elphaba repeated the name of her dead lover once again.

She knew every inch of Fiyero so well, she shut her eyes, pinning the body beneath her to the bed. One hand slipped downwards while the other was around Fiyero's neck. He would leave her if she let him go! She couldn't let him leave again, and her nails grated across the skin.

Glinda felt a pain at the back of her neck and let out a yelp, trying to pull away. But Elphaba was too strong, and she was stuck. "Elphaba, what are you doing?"

Her question was ignored. Elphaba seemed to be sobbing without tears now, repeating "Fiyero, I love you," like a broken record, and the small woman beneath her was trapped in a green cage. The hand left her neck and came across her breast, trailing blood in its wake. Green hips thrust against hers, dark eyes were looking at something that wasn't even there.

"No, stop." Glinda said, putting her hands on Elphaba's shoulders and tried to push her off. "Please, I'm done." Her voice pitch tightened and she began to panic. When Elphaba's fingers slipped inside of her, she screamed as an explosion of pain coursed through her body; it progressed into sobs that Elphaba could not hear.

"Stop it! Elphaba, stop!"

Nails bit deeper into her flesh, and Elphaba's teeth took hold of her lip. She was still inside, and the pain grew as she went deeper. "Fiyero, I love you," Elphaba moaned through her lips. "Don't leave again." Her hips rocked hard against Glinda's, surging with newfound strength and power.

Glinda was sobbing, yelling, trying to fight a losing battle; She was drenched with sweat, and just below her waist felt like a bomb had gone off and ripped her to shreds. As Elphaba's lips came down on hers again, she wrenched her head away.

The looks of relief, passion and love, above all, fled from Elphaba's face without a trace left behind; The green woman froze, pupils dilating, her lips parted in the shape they made just before they met other lips. Her chest heaved, up and down, gasping for breath, and the suddenly, as if Glinda were made of water, Elphaba removed herself from her body.

As soon as she was free, Glinda scrambled away from Elphaba, pressing herself up against the headboard of the bed, still crying uncontrollably.

Elphaba looked as if her brain was struggling for memories; Glinda? She's hurt, scared crying, who hurt her? Naked, who did it? What was it, why-?

Beyond shocked, ashamed, hurt, her green hands flew up to cover her face, and she leaped off the bed, disappearing from the room as fast as lightening.

Glinda curled up beneath the bed's stained top sheet and cried, unable to stop, terrified beyond belief. Her small body shook with harsh sobs; She wanted to curl around herself and stop all the pain, the suffering, the fear, but all she could do was squeeze her eyes shut and cry.

Pressed into a corner, head on her knees, Elphaba did the same.