AUTHORS NOTE: WARNING this story contains Slavery, Female on Female affections. Revolution, War, Violence IN THIS CHAPTER and Language in later chapters.
Golden locks sprawled out like a blanket.
Cream skin on green grass. Moonlight shining down, smiling upon all with its soft glow.
Sleepy blue eyes open, a small body moves.
Legs outstretch, toes curl, arms bend upward, fingers wiggle.
The texture of soft grass, the feel of damp dew, the smell of fresh pine.
Skin exposed, silk white dress little protection as the wind makes it's appearance.
Cold.
The body cools.
The body shivers.
Dark skinned and blue diamond arms wrap around the waist.
The urge to move away fills.
Unable to move.
Pain fills the body.
A cry is released.
But then...
Heat.
The body warms.
The body is soothed.
But it trembles.
Eyes move down to see what arms are these, that they make the night warm and the body so full with indescribable heat.
Green.
Green limbs are wrapped around.
Green hands lay on the stomach.
Cream hands lay over green.
Heart pounds.
The will to move is gone.
The will to stay forever in the embrace comes.
Green hands caress.
The white silk is gone.
Flushed skin is all that remands.
A tightening in the stomach, wetness pooling at her core.
Green hands still.
"Please, don't stop."
Whispered words, no sooner left from red lips, is all that is required for
green fingers to enter her core. Breathing becomes ragged, cheeks flush, hands desperately reach behind, grabbing at raven hair and bringing dark lips to her neck.
Galinda awoke with a moan...or was it a scream? She didn't know. Her mind was reeling, she was sure all the blood in her body had gone pouring into her groin. There was a ringing in her ears and she couldn't bring herself to stop smiling, even if she was greatly confused at what had just transpired.
"Galinda?"
Galinda's face flushed at the sound of a certain green-skinned slave. She looked up and watched through the lace curtains of her bed as Elphaba stumbled into the room. A pale blue nightgown clothed her emerald skin and her raven hair was in a braid, that was more-or-less disheveled from being awoken in the middle of the night.
"Oh, Elphaba" Galinda said quietly, suddenly feeling self conscious and pulling her blankets over her chest with her eyes downcast, the threads of the blanket becoming more inviting then chocolate brown eyes."I'm sorry, did I wake you?"
"I heard you shout, so I came. Are you alright?" the opened curtains on the windows were the only source of light in the room. Galinda pushed the curtain of her canopy away ever so slightly, just so she could see Elphaba better. She watched in awe as the white rays of the moon danced on Elphaba's skin, almost making it glow. Finally, when she found her voice she managed a small, "Yes, I'm alright." and she let the curtain fall back into place.
Elphaba didn't seem so convinced and walked over to Galinda, pushing back the pink lacy silk of the canopy to the headboard and sitting down next to her on the bed. She gently put a hand on Galinda's cheek, "Are you sure?" Elphaba asked. Galinda leaned into the touch and turned her head, kissing the palm of the green hand, not noticing as Elphaba's breath hitched in her throat.
"Elphie, I'm fine, really." she said sheepishly, "I just had a dream, that's all."
"A nightmare?"
Galinda closed her eyes, leaning back into the headboard of her bed. She let a hand trail up her stomach, over her breasts and to her lips. "At first it was a nightmare...but then it turned into something indescribably wonderful," she said dreamily. "But..."
Elphaba looked at Galinda, confusion written on her face. "But?" Elphaba asked, coaxing Galinda to continue. Galinda opened her eyes, looking at Elphaba's green hands.
"But...it was just a dream..."
Elphaba smiled a bit, and nodded. "Just a dream, so there is no need to worry, right?" Galinda sighed a bit, seemingly disappointed at this realization. "Right." she said softly. Elphaba turned and began to sit up when Galinda reached out and grabbed her hand. "Elphie, wait."
Elphaba turned, looking at the blonde princess. "Yes, Galinda?"
Elphaba felt Galinda tighten her grip, she saw how Galinda's face flushed and how those beautiful lips were being bitten in nervousness. Galinda suddenly let go of Elphaba's hand, she never really touched Elphaba for more then a moment or two.
"Elphie...um...well, you're old, and probably... "
"Hey, I am only 16, I'll have you know!"
"It's still older then me."
"By two and a half years."
"Elphie, let me finish," Galinda said in unusually strict tone. Elphaba looked shocked at the tone and immediately quieted. Galinda's heart began to flutter, she felt herself get goosebumps. "Is it normal to have dreams...of um..."
"Of...?" Elphaba raised an eyebrow as Galinda seemed to stumble over her own words. "Oh for Oz sake, Galinda, spill!"
Galinda took a deep breath, then blurted out, "Is it normal having dreams of the inappropriate nature?"
Elphaba looked even more shocked, Galinda, Miss Goody, had a sex dream? Elphaba smirked, it seemed Miss Galinda wasn't so "pure minded" after all. Galinda seemed embarrassed, so Elphaba sat down and let the small blonde snuggle to her. Elphaba fought the urge to place a hand over Galinda's or run her fingers through Galinda's hair. Although she was normally allowed, she was finding it harder and harder not to wonder what it would be like for Galinda's fingers to be in her own raven hair or her hand holding onto her own hand for more than a moment...but now was not the time for fantasy and dreams of what would never be.
"Well, from what I have read, it is a perfectly normal part of growing up." Elphaba began softly, trying not to notice Galinda's strap sliding down her shoulder. "Having different feelings toward someone, having sexual dreams, sexual...desire, it's all normal. You won't have to wait long, though. For when you turn eighteen you and your prince will be married. To have and to hold, and all that," Elphaba said the last part with a hint of bitterness in her voice, but masked it with a small cough.
Galinda flinched with the reminder of being married. In her dream, Fiyero's arms did nothing to comfort her. Only Elphaba's green limbs had made her body feel warm in the freezing night...not just warm but hot, like her insides were on fire.
But, in a good way.
"Do you have any dreams like that?"
Elphaba felt her heart jump into her throat and had to swallow it back down before she could speak. "I-I-I uh...um..." She couldn't just tell Galinda that she did, for what if the small blonde asked about whom!? She tried to think of an excuse-- something, anything. "I do not dream." She said the words before she could fully understand them.
"You mean any kind of dream?" Galinda asked in disbelief. Elphaba thought a moment before answering. "No, no kinds of dreams."
Galinda gasped, pulling back and looking up at Elphaba, her eyes watering. "Oh, Elphie," she said, wrapping her arms around Elphaba's neck and hugging her. "How awful for you! I simply couldn't imagine never dreaming, it would be so depressing!"
Elphaba felt a tad bit relieved that no more questions were asked on the topic, but felt a tightening in her stomach for lying to Galinda... or was it because Galinda's breasts were now pressing into her own? Oh, wait... oh gods, Galinda's breasts were pressing into her own!
Galinda let out a surprised yelp as Elphaba ripped away. Galinda looked at Elphaba with hurt in her eyes. "Elphaba..." "I-I'm sorry..." Elphaba said, her heart pounding.
Galinda, of course, chose this point to put a hand on Elphaba's chest. "Oh, Elphie, your heart, it's going a mile a minute! Why is it going that fast?" Elphaba didn't know how to respond, so she didn't. Thankfully, Galinda didn't wait for an answer and laid her head down onto Elphaba's green chest. Elphaba smiled and finally allowed herself to rest a hand carefully on Galinda's back.
"Do you think Fiyero and I will be happy together?" Galinda asked in a soft whisper, her hands playing with the fabric of Elphaba's nightgown. Elphaba smirked slightly, hiding the loathing she felt toward the prince. "Of course, my pretty. Who wouldn't be happy with you," the green girl replied, and it was true. Who wouldn't be happy with one of, if not the most, beautiful girls in all of Frottica, the heiress to the Upland throne?
Galinda buried her face into Elphaba's shoulder. Her movement made the curtains fall from the head board back into place, darkening the bed. "You flatter me too much." she whispered, "Far too much." Elphaba chuckled, "If I didn't, your Father would have my head put on a stake."
"I like steak." Galinda murmured. Elphaba shook her head and said, "Galinda, you are beautiful. But someday I hope that pretty little mind of yours comes to be as big as those breasts on your chest." Elphaba smirked as the blonde's mouth hung open.
"…Hey!" Galinda couldn't help the blush on her face as Elphaba laughed. She covered her chest with her arms and stuck her tongue out at Elphaba.Elphaba playfully put two fingers over Galinda's red tongue in the shape of scissors. "Now, now, don't stick that out,"
Galinda was sure the blush was now burned into her skin. But in the shade of her curtains she couldn't see that the green girl had turned two shades darker. Galinda tried to snake her tongue away in the normal fashion as they played, but then found herself doing something different and licked Elphaba's fingers.
Elphaba nearly jumped out of her skin, she wrenched her hand away from Galinda as if the tongue was a snake. "G-Galinda," she said, absolutely shocked. Galinda giggled, leaning forward and whispering, "I win."
Elphaba blinked, then it came to her that Galinda was merely being playful, and had no idea about how the contact had made her insides do flips and her heart beat in her ears. "Yes, I suppose you do." Elphaba said with an unnaturally high voice, she cleared her throat quickly and closed her eyes, attempting to calm her heart which threatened to burst out of her chest. "So, what do you want your prize to be, my sweet? Want me to sneak downstairs and let the puppies in your room again?"
"No, I don't want the puppies." Galinda said softly and she moved her head up and leaned forward. Elphaba felt her heart skip a beat when Galinda didn't stop her movement as their faces became closer and closer...
"Galinda...wha-what are you doing?"
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Galinda didn't answer immediately, because she was going over in her own head what she was doing. 'I have my face almost pressing against Elphie's...Elphie, my best friend.'
The one I dream about.
Keep it to yourself.
Sweet Oz, why do I feel this way?
This isn't normal.
But it feels so right.
I'm engaged for goodness sake.
She felt her heart do somersaults; she couldn't believe she was fighting with herself. What should she say? What should she do?
I need her.
No you don't.
I love her.
Don't tell.
I have to.
She'll hate you.
No she won't.
She's a slave.
I don't care.
"Elphie...I-I really..like you." "I know, Galinda but..." Elphaba was pressed against the headboard; her hands tightly clung to the sheets. Galinda shook her head firmly, feeling butterflies in her tummy. "No!" She said. Elphaba looked confused, and Galinda pressed her lips firmly against green ones. After a minute she pulled away, gasping for air. She had never kissed anyone before. 'My first kiss...Sweet Oz I just had my first kiss with Elphaba!'
At first Galinda didn't know what to think about to her own actions, but then she found herself longing to kiss Elphaba again. She saw Elphaba's eyes darken and she suddenly felt a familiar feeling...the same feeling she had in her dream. Her eyes closed.
'I'm not really in love with her...am I?'
Galinda found herself thinking as she closed the gap between them once again, softly pressing her lips against Elphaba's.
'...Oh god, I am in love with her...'
After a moment she felt Elphaba's hands on her arms and she whimpered as Elphaba gently pulled away.
"Galinda...I-I can't..." Galinda opened her eyes and she let out a sigh as she felt Elphaba's hand on her neck. "I can't do this...Sweet Oz, I want to, Galinda. You'll never know how much I want to but...you're my mistress's daughter..."
"You were bought for me, Elphaba. You. Are. Mine." She said firmly as she watched Elphaba swallow thickly. She sat up, taking Elphaba's green face in her hands and spoke in a much softer tone. "If you want to kiss me, then kiss me, My Elphie."
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"If you want to kiss me, then kiss me, My Elphie." Elphaba thought she was hearing things, surely this whole thing must have been a dream. She pinched herself hard, and held it until the skin of the pinch began to change color and she hissed at the pain.
She felt Galinda rip her hand away from her arm. "Elphie! What are you doing?! You're hurting yourself!" She watched as Galinda lifted up her arm and kissed the spot where the skin had turned black and blue.
"I was trying to wake up..." How stupid did she sound?
"I thought you didn't have dreams?" Galinda asked softly, a bit confused. Elphaba shrugged.
"I guess I do, because this can't be real." She felt her face burn as Galinda planted a soft kiss on her cheek.
"Well, you better stop pinching yourself because this is very real..." Galinda's lips moved over and once again were over her own. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling, returning the kiss with one of her own.
Suddenly Galinda ripped away. Her heart sank and she shrank away, fearing Galinda had changed her mind.
"Oh, Elphaba! I didn't burn you, did I?"
Elphaba blinked, confusion etched into her features. "What?" She felt Galinda's fingers over her green lips. "Tears burn you, I just remembered that. Spit doesn't burn you, does it?"
She felt her heart melt at Galinda's thoughtfulness but smirked and replied, "Well, my pretty, if it did my fingers would have already been burned, wouldn't you think?" She couldn't help but point out the obvious to the blonde haired beauty.
Even in the near-darkness in the bed, she could clearly make out Galinda's blush. 'Just when you thought you've seen every shade of red possible on Galinda's cute face.' She thought with small chuckle and felt a pillow thrown onto her chest. She flung her arms back, making all sorts of exaggerated moans and groans. "Oh! You got me good, the world's going black...aaaagh." She moved her body so she was laying widthwise across the bed, her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth and her hands clasped over her chest.
She smirked as she heard Galinda giggle madly and felt Galinda plop her head onto her chest. "You're so silly, Elphie," Galinda said, nuzzling into her arms. She let out a content sigh, letting her arms wrap around Galinda. Galinda reached up, caressing a green cheek with soft cream fingers.
But then, a thought came into her mind.
Fiyero.
She closed her eyes tightly, willing the offensive thought out of her consciousness for as long as she could. She wanted to remember this feeling of Galinda in her arms. To remember this moment, after Galinda had laid perfect pouty lips over her own thin green ones, for as long as she lived. "Hey, Galinda?"
"Mmm?"
"What about…Fiyero?"
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Galinda let out a huff; she didn't want to think on this subject, but decided that it was better to get them out of the way now rather then later. Galinda sat up, and yanked the curtain back, letting the glowing moonlight into the bed. Elphaba blinked at the sudden change in the lighting before resting her head on her arm.
"Fiyero I am to be marrying when I become eighteen…Because I am the only heir to the Upland throne. My mother and father expect that of me, and I must obey them…" Galinda spoke in a voice so soft it was like a whisper, her eyes were down casted and her hands on the sheets seemed to tense.
Elphaba nodded, she knew to never get her hopes up too high. If she was going to be dismissed, she would do so with her dignity intact and she would be happy with the fact she was able to get a small moment of Galinda's intimate affection. She began to sit up, when Galinda put a hand on her chest, stopping her. "Let me Finish, Elphaba. I may have to marry him, but that doesn't mean I love him. I don't love him, do you understand? "
Elphaba nodded again, a bit slower this time. Galinda frowned and tears began to fill her eyes. Elphaba sat up and held Galinda close as she shuddered with sobs "I'm here, I'm here my sweet." She cooed softly to the tear-struck blonde in her arms, ignoring the sting of salty tears on her shoulder. "I'll always be here."
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Ida moved quickly along the halls, she felt an uneasy feeling that something was amiss. When she reached the door she found it was unlocked; she knocked lightly on the large wooden door before opening it. "Galinda?" She called softly, glancing around the room.
Nothing was toppled over, nothing was missing. The Curtains let moonlight shine into the room and she stepped in. She looked over to the bed, and gasped.
In the bed lay her daughter, Galinda, nightdress wrinkled and hair messy, her face was buried in the pillow. And next to her lay an unmistakable green girl, her arms curled around Galinda's waist tight, her hair partly loose from her braid.
Ida stood there, dumb founded.
In a way, this scene was cute. In another, she knew Elphaba was a 16-year-old with much more of a budding sex drive then 14 year old Galinda, and she also knew Elphaba was in love with her daughter. Now, as she looked at the two cuddled girls, the task was simple.
Was this innocent or not?
As Ida looked at the two girls she finally decided it was innocent enough, but she didn't notice another figure walk into the room until she felt a large hand on her shoulder. She let out a sharp gasp and spun around, she let out a sigh of relief as she saw the face of her husband.
"Oh, dear, you scared me half to death!" she whispered loudly. "What are you doing here, why are you not…"
"What is that?" he asked, his voice laced with anger but low. Ida felt a chill down her spine, she hated when he talked to her like that, as if she was a servant being scolded. Ida wrinkled her nose as she smelled the wine on his breath.
"What is what?" she asked, trying not to let her uneasiness show. Erick pointed to the bed and his voice rose but a bit. "That" he said.
"Shhh, dear, please, you'll wake the whole house." Ida pleaded softly, taking her husband's arm and leading him out of the room and closing the door behind her. "…Dear, let them be. They're just cuddling, there's no harm in that, is there?" She said with a small hopeful smile. She cringed when he turned and looked at her with those eyes, eyes filled with fury and she knew what was going to be said...
"NO HARM?! No Harm?! Are you DAFT woman?! Of course there's harm in it! That slave is much too close! What if her skin rubs off onto our poor little Galinda?"
Elphaba was the first to awake to this yelling and cringed.
Master was angry…very, very angry.
…at her.
"Erick!"
She heard her Mistress gasp…The Mistress hated that word, slave, even if that was what all the servants were.
"Erick, Elphaba is diseased no more then anyone with dark skin is! How could you even say such a thing! You may be drunk, but that's no excuse for that comment! Galinda and Elphaba are best friends, they lo…like each other and get along! You know how much little Galinda wanted her, don't you remember? She wanted her so much she turned down toys or dresses or anything else, she would have nothing but Elphaba! Have you become so thick headed in these years that you have forgotten your own child's happiness?!"
Then was a sound of something…was it a slap? No, it was a crash. Maybe both?
The door swung open and Elphaba gazed in fear as her quite obviously drunk Master stormed into the room and grabbed her braid. She felt herself wanting to cry out in pain as she was dragged out of the room by her hair. But she made no sound, not even a whimper.
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Galinda sat up, sleep still lingered. She looked around, seeing that the door was opened and Elphaba was nowhere in sight. She let a frown come across her face, had she dreamt it all?
Just then she heard a crack. Galinda walked out into the hallway and gasped, seeing her mother lying on the floor unmoving. "Momsie!" Galinda cried, running over to her side. "Momsie? Wake up, please wake up!" Galinda shook her mother, but her mother did not move.
She heard another crack much louder now, and she turned. She put a pillow from her room under her mother's head before bolting down the hall to the large opened stairs that lead down into the entrance of Upland mansion. What she saw made her blood run cold.
There, in the middle of the large room with the chandelier glowing in the moonlight was Elphaba curled up into a ball with her father beating her with what looked like one of the horse whips.
Galinda's vision became blurry; she bolted down the stairs with speed she didn't even know she had and threw herself over the green girl. "Popsical, stop it!!"
Galinda's world turned upside down as she felt the whip cut into her dress and flesh, she screamed in pain.
Elphaba bolted upright, horror in her eyes as Galinda fell forward into her arms shaking. Galinda could only focus on the pain that the whip left, the sting of her clothes buried deep into her wound, the pain of knowing her father was the one that caused it.
From that moment on, Galinda would never be the same. And neither would anyone else within the walls of Upland manor.
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