A/N:Well would you look at that...I got a review! And thanks, Laura Roslin, for the feedback! Maybe this fic WASN'T gonna be too long, but NOW it is, that's for sure! And without further ado, I bring you:

Incommunicable Emotions

Chapter Three

"A New Tryst"

"Oh, Glin, you fool, how I've missed you..."

"Ahh!" Glinda awoke with a start, thumping out of the bed onto the dilapidated planks of the floor. She looked around wildly before a moment of clarity. Blushing a bright pink at the strong, animal smell that they had created, that still lingered in the air, absorbed into the sheets as a constant reminder. The room was still hot and humid, the windows steamed over.

Elphie. She searched the small hotel room, but it was empty. She found a note, though, pinned to the headboard of the bed.

My dear Glin-

I'm sorry I had to leave, but you see, there's no alternative. People are likely to remember a green girl prancing about their hotel, especially when said green girl's room received about 13 noise complaints last night. I've gone to my next inn. I won't tell you the name, but I'll tell you that you'll never find any birds on the roof.

--Elphaba

P.S. I can put my real name on this letter in full confidence, because after reading it, you must eat it. Toodles

Glinda, her eyes filled with tears, stumbled from the room to search each and every inn this grossly over-rated town had to offer. Leaving the note, seesawing toward the ground. Intact and legible.

Elphaba

Elphaba slunk down the street, pulling her coat-collar further up, so only a sharp green nose peeked from its depths. Bad business, really. The inn was a safe one, she could have stayed there for a week, perhaps longer. A shade of darker green emerged when she recalled waking up to all the noise complaints tacked to the door. Had she anticipated this, she could have brought a gag, or handcuffs.

But she couldn't stay mad at Glinda. The memory of her touch, her voice, her muffled cries were imprinted in her ears, on her flesh. Even the few burn-marks Glinda's saliva had left on her skin.

It's lucky, really. That the girl happened to throw a pail of oil. Next time I shan't be so lucky.

Shaking her head, she stepped up to claim a room. "Miss...Fae?" The clerk looked up in confusion. "Why, you already have a room booked here for you. Here." He passed a piece of pink paper to her, which smelled slightly of roses. The very same scent that her own oils hadn't been able to eradicate from her skin and clothes.

Dear Elphie

Come up to our room, or you'll sleep on the floor tonight.

Glinda

Gasping and spluttering, Elphaba lurched up the stairs to room 6. The door was already open, and Glinda stood in the doorway, strange looks passing over her face.

WHACK.

Glinda brought her hand across Elphaba's face as hard as she could. Elphie recoiled, touching the mark before chuckling. "Alright, now I suppose I deserved that. but Glin--"

"How DARE you? You left me ALONE AND NAKED in your BED, you LEFT--"

Elphaba's face paled, and she wrenched Glinda in their room by an arm, as people curiously stuck their faces through open doors. "Glinda, quiet, quiet." Rolling her eyes, she quickly brought her lips to Glinda's, who quieted immediately. After a brief moment, which seemed to last a heavenly eternity, Elphie broke the kiss. "Will you listen--

But Glinda brought her lips to Elphaba's again, covering her face with fierce kisses that burned with their own secret life.

Glinda backed Elphie to the bed, her mind truly at ease for the first time in years, feeling true passion, not the forced interactions with Chuffrey she suffered through, something that might quell the ache she felt more and more in her unfulfilling life.

Their hands trailed randomly, pulling at buttons, throwing useless clothes to the ground. Elphaba's lips scorched a trail down her neck, chest and belly.

Fingers tangled in hair, bringing their lips together.

Hips pushed, lifted, pushed, lifted...

Hands thrashed about, searching for something, anything to anchor on, back arching.

Fingers drew bright red marks on soft skin.

A hard hand muffles a scream--

And it was over.

Glinda snuggled further into Elphie, turning her head occasionally, so that the pillow and sheets could catch her rapidly falling tears.

If only she could live like this, forever, the years she had wasted may be further behind her than she thought.