Chapter 4: Together at Last
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Glinda slept peacefully, never realizing that outside her domed windows, a black-robed figure was keeping watch. Elphaba Thropp felt her heart break in two as she saw Glinda sob herself to sleep. Her long, green fingers itched to hold her, comfort her. But all she could do was watch her friend toss and turn in the throes of old, painful memories.
Back in the Emerald Palace, Glinda the Good was dreaming…
She was lying on a cold, stark white, marble floor. Behind her, she could sense someone's eyes watching her every move. Elphaba? No. He hated her, this man. Now to try and figure out who it was. But she could not move, she found, horrified. She didn't need to however, because a harsh cold voice rang throughout the gray room, its tone, matching its surroundings. "You helped her. Now you shall die for the crime." He broke off laughing and came to stand by her, staring down. The Wizard. He held a bottle of green elixir in his gnarled hand. She screamed. "Elphaba!" But the Wizard merely cackled…
Elphaba couldn't stand it any longer. Scaling the roof, she climbed through the window Glinda had left open and went to her. In the moonlit gloom, Elphaba could make out Glinda's slender form twisting uneasily on the sweat soaked sheets. Hearing Glinda utter her name, Elphaba touched her shoulder gently.
"Shh, its alright…I'm here…
The voice…it was achingly familiar to Glinda's ears. And the caressing touch was unmistakable. Opening her eyes, Glinda gasped in shock. "Elphaba?" Yes that was her. The figure was clad in swaths of thick black cloth to protect her from rain, making her look more stout than her form truly was.
Scrambling from her bed and locking any entrance, as well as any views people might have had, she helped Elphaba out of her cloak.
"What are you doing here?" There was no accusation in her voice, just playful suspicion and an overflow of love.
Elphaba sank gratefully onto the bed and began, realizing how pitiful her explanation must sound to the ears of this social butterfly.
"Glinda I love you. I always have, even from that first night in Shiz. I've come to get you so we will always be together."
But words just weren't enough. Pulling Glinda down with her, she slid her hands underneath the clingy nightgown. Easing it over the blonde curls, she kissed every inch of the pale, cool skin. Licking Glinda's nipples, she bit gently, eliciting screams and moans of pleasure from the blonde beneath her.
Glinda's skin fairly tingled, and her body flushed and tensed. Why did this make so much sense, but was so wrong? No, don't think. Just do. Lose yourself. And all she could do was obey. At last they were together.