A/N: Ok, ladybethaliz is my new best friend. Seriously. You are the most loyal reviewer ever. I heart you.
Also, Greenhell, your stories motivate me to write better. And for that I thank you.
And KillerRack may not know this but I am in a mini-battle with them. That's right. KillerRack, I am always trying to be higher up on the update list. And guess what? I am winning! BOO-CHA!
PS: I got the idea for the next part in my story during band. We were just listening to flutes and clarinets play forever and I turn to my friend Dan and go, "The flute part reminds me of Glinda. And the clarinets part is Elphaba. And that bass line is the evil people." (Mind you we were both like half asleep). And then BOOM! It hit me. THE MUSIC IS TELLING A STORY! So, right there. in my mind. I made up the next 4 chapters. Dialogue and all.
So the lesson?
Music Does Tell Stories.
PSS: OMG. I so had this done on Thursday, and I went to upload it and I missed the freaking time by one minute! (The changing of the servers) GRR! I AM MAD!
One month later, a month of happiness. Thirty days of tranquil beauty. Forty three thousand, two hundred perfectly blissful minutes. Two million, five hundred and ninety two thousand seconds of pure love. Every time a clock would click, every time a chime would sound, Elphaba was reminded of her undying love for Glinda.
And sitting in her room in the late afternoon, the only thing in Elphaba's mind was the petite blonde that had captured her heart willing.
Even while indulging herself in her favorite pass time, reading of course, she couldn't escape from her. Elphaba could feel her touch, smell that sweet scent, taste that savory taste, hear that alluring voice. Glinda was a part of Elphaba.
Looking up from her book, Elphaba glanced to the door that secretly connected her and Glinda's suites, hoping her room would soon be holding another. Her day had be bland, with only one meeting in the morning hours. Glinda wasn't as lucky, for she had four different meetings during the short day. Oh, but that was life as a Ozian Figure Head.
Stretching her long arms above her head, Elphaba could not help but question the time aloud. As soon as she open her mouth, the grand tower began to chime out the afternoon hour.
One.
Elphaba's heart fluttered. Would Glinda be returning this hour?
Two.
Or would she still be meeting with important official?
Three.
Smiling, Elphaba pictured Glinda in her mind.
Four.
Perfect blonde hair. Breathtaking green eyes. A smile that could make flowers grow out of the deadest soil in Oz.
Five.
Not even noticing her own actions, Elphaba's hands found the necklace Glinda had given her after becoming the Magic Grand Vizier. It was a simple, yet elegant chain that held a beautiful emerald. "To remind you every moment," Glinda had told her when she had placed around Elphaba's neck, "that I love you."
Six.
"Elphie?"
Elphaba snapped her hazel eyes open, not even realizing they had become shut during the chiming. She focused on the woman that was leaning almost lazily on the secret door's frame. Glinda grinned at her dark hair companion, who had stood up out of her arm chair and made her way over to Glinda.
"Miss me?" asked Glinda gently as she embraced Elphaba. She started to stroke the long black locks as she searched the intense brown eyes lovingly.
"Always." Elphaba leaned in a captured the waiting lips of Glinda. They never grew old of holding each other. Each moment was better than the next, each sensation stronger. Elphaba finally stopped kissing Glinda, content with everything. "How were your meetings?"
"Boring! Honestly, the stupidity of some politicians!" Glinda threw her tiny arms up in disgust resulting in a giggle from the taller woman. "I swear, a scarecrow could be a better leader than half of them. And a scarecrow doesn't even have a brain Elphie."
"Hmm... that does sound like a certain politician I know." Elphaba fake-mused, trying to keep a straight face.
"I know! That dolt Guhary, can you believe they reelected him?" A look of understanding suddenly appearing on Glinda's flushed face. "Wait... I am not brainless Miss Elphaba Thropp!"
"I never said it was you dear," laughed Elphaba as she dodged Glinda's playful swat. "Come on. Let's go eat."
Laughing, Glinda caught Elphaba's hand with her own, intertwining her fingers with the longer ones. Bring the hand up Glinda brushed her lips on against it, causing tremors of appreciation to pass through Elphaba's body. "I love you."
Every time Glinda whispered those sweet words Elphaba would feel her heart quiver. For there was no better feeling than loving someone and them loving you in return. It was that feeling that allowed Elphaba to lower her walls and show every emotion she ever wanted to show. Smiling, Elphaba squeezed Glinda's hand, letting the blonde know she was there. "Come on Glin."
Walking out of the room Elphaba burned the memories in her mind, never wanting to forget the touches and the words.
After dinner, Glinda and Elphaba returned to their separate rooms. Elphaba decided to lay on her bed, for she had acquired a slight headache during dinner. Closing her eyes, she laid a hand on her throbbing forehead, trying to calm it.
"What is it?"
Without opening her eyes Elphaba answered Glinda tiredly, "Headache."
Elphaba felt the bed dip slightly, signaling a small blonde had joined her on her large feathery bed. Sighing softly, Glinda moved towards Elphaba, waiting patiently for those sparkling brown eyes to met her jade ones. "Does it hurt here?" Asked Glinda as she laid a chaste kiss on the dark haired woman's temple.
"Yes."
Glinda moved her lips to the other temple. "Here?"
Opening her eyes slightly, Elphaba nodded. She pulled Glinda down into a fierce kiss, moaning when Glinda ran her hand through the long black locks, slightly scratching her scalp. Elphaba could smell Glinda's flowery perfume, it was overpowering. She could feel Glinda's breath now on her neck, it was overwhelming.
"I love you." Elphaba didn't even try to stifle the moan. She wanted Glinda to know what she was doing to her.
Glinda laid her forehead against Elphaba's, a thin sheet of sweet separated the two skins. "I know."
Suddenly, loud tapping came form Glinda's adjoining room. Glancing meaningful up at her lover Elphaba pushed the blonde curls out of the green eyes. "Go on..."
Sighing softly, Glinda climb out of the bed. She quickly went to her room, closing the secret door as she went.
The room was too quiet without Glinda Elphaba climbed under the cover, hoping Glinda would return soon. With in seconds Glinda popped her head through the door, looking flushed. "I have a urgent meeting, I'll be back. I promise."
"Glinda..." Elphaba didn't know if she wanted to be alone, but she had no choice in the matter. "Hurry back."
After Glinda left, Elphaba let the soft waves of sleep over take her. Hoping a small blonde would be joining her in the dream world.
It was very late at night when Elphaba was jolted awake by an unknown force. Sitting up confused, Elphaba let her eyes become adjusted to the dark room. Something was wrong, she could feel it. Her room smelled of a strange salty smell, a smell that had never been in her room before. The aroma of tears.
Suddenly Elphaba heard a soft sob coming beside her on the bed. "Glinda..."
The Gilikin was curled up in a small ball and was laying as far away as Elphaba as possible. Facing Elphaba, Glinda had sparkling trails of tears running down her smooth cheeks and with each sob she shook more violently than the time before. Seeing Elphaba had woken, Glinda turned over, not wanting the hazel eyed woman to see her tears.
Elphaba couldn't stand the pain Glinda was in. Gently, she engulfed the smaller woman from behind, trying to comfort her with soft kisses on the back of her neck. "Shh...I'm here. What is it?"
"Elphie...no." Glinda moaned out, trying to contain her sobs.
"Tell me what's wrong. Please!" Elphaba hated to beg, but she knew that it was what she had to do. When Glinda didn't answer Elphaba started to ramble, worried. "Who did this? I'll make them pay my sweet. Glinda, I love you...you know that right? I love you more than anything else in Oz, and your scaring me. Tell me what's wrong!"
"Oh Elphaba..." Glinda rolled over so she was now looking deeply into the worried hazel eyes. Gasping for breath she tried to find the right words. "My meeting... the urgent one..."
"Yes?"
Glinda closed her eyes, trying to coax the story out. "It was man named Zrex. He is the leader of this huge terror cooperation called the Gustof. Elphie, he knows."
Elphaba pulled the shaking woman deeper into her arms, trying to comfort her. "Knows what?"
"That you were the Wicked Witch," Glinda choked, trying to stifle the sob that was growing in her chest. "So he made a deal..."
Elphaba knew the deal wasn't going to end well for her and her sweet Glinda. "Is he..are they...blackmailing us Glin?"
"I have to turn a blind eye on all their evil activity or..." Glinda trailed off, unable to find the right words.
"Or?"
"They will expose you, and then you would be put to death." With a moan Glinda buried her face into Elphaba's soft chest, letting the tears run down her face once again.
"Oh Glinda...this is all my fault." Elphaba whispered, trying to reassure the blonde. "Everything will be alright..."
"I don't want you to leave," murmured Glinda. "Promise me..."
Elphaba felt her throat contract, trying to keep the words of deceit out of her mouth. How could she promise not to leave when she was endangering the one person that mattered? "I love you Glinda."
And they laid there for the remainder of the night, trying to find a way to beat this new enemy.
A/N: OH NO! The drama... Elphie and Glinda are being blackmailed? What will Elphie do?
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