AUTHORS NOTE: WARNING this story contains Slavery, Female on Female affections. Revolution, War, Violence and Language.
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"Alright, let's get a move on people! You've had sixteen years to get ready for this day!"
This (and other similar versions) is what Elphaba's ears were cramped with from early in the month. It was the day before Glinda's—formally known as Galinda—coming out party and everyone was a buzz with work—the servants AND family members alike.
Elphaba had heard that the sixteenth year of life for a young woman was very much important, when she was introduced into society and gained title of "Lady". Rather, she hadn't heard this but had been told by Glinda on her own sixteenth birthday... at least, the sixteenth year of her life that she remembered.
"Oh Elphie, don't grumble. Just tell me what you want to do for your birthday!" Glinda had said. "Oh! And presents, we simply must go into town and buy you some presents, maybe a sun dress or something. You may not be able to be introduced to society, like I will when I become sixteen, but we're still going to have you a party!"
"I do not have a birthday, and servants do not have parties with owners," Elphaba had replied with a mumble. "And it's pointless to give servants nice things, they always get taken away." She had looked at the necklace Glinda constantly wore around her neck.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Glinda had asked. Elphaba had shaken her head. "Besides," Elphaba said, changing the subject. "I don't want anything. Dresses or such,"
Glinda had tilted her head in that positively adorable fashion that made a grin appear on the green girl's face no matter how hard she tried to hide it.
"I shall get you a bookcase then."
"A bookcase?"
"Yes, where else will you be putting the volumes upon volumes of books I am going to buy you?"
Elphaba smirked as she remembered the beautiful red cherry bookcase that stood tall and proud in her room. It certainly did stand out in the midst of her black metal bed with the brown and white scratchy sheets, the old crack filled desk that had one of the doors to the drawers constantly getting stuck and papers piled in a neat corner, and the small wardrobe, where her worn and slightly discolored clothing hung.
Speaking of clothing…
Elphaba hurried past the decorators and workers to the servant staircase and clomped up in her steel-toed boots. She ducked past two of the outside workers taking a 20 minute break in the shade and cool inside, and fled to her room.
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"Yes, that's right, put that over here, and the table for the presents… let's see. Put that by the entrance, would you? We mustn't make the guests lug all those heavy boxes and baskets all night long." Erick called over these commands to a group of men carrying a long wooden table around the large ballroom.
"May I make a suggestion?" Ida asked.
"Of course, dear, what is it?" Erick replied.
Ida looked over to a large table in the middle of the large room and spoke in a soft tone, "I would think the food table should be to one side, so as to make room for the dancing."
Erick thought for a moment before nodding in approval. "Yes my dear, you are absolutely right. You three! Move the food table over to the right. Yes, yes, right over there would be perfect."
Erick turned to his wife who had her head slightly lowered and her hands held delicately in front of her. "Ida, are you feeling alright?" he asked, putting a hand gently on his wife's back. Ida flinched but smiled at him, "I'm just a bit under the weather, I suppose. I think I'll go lay down… if that is alright with my husband?"
Erick took Ida's hand, concern in his eyes, "Of course, would you like me to go with you? You flinched, is your back acting up again? I could give you a massage, would you like a massage?"
Ida let out a small laugh and in that moment she seemed more relaxed, her smile seemed bit more genuine. "Don't worry, my dear. A small nap and I'll be all better. I promise." She hesitated only a second before giving her husband a chaste kiss and leaving the ballroom.
"He doesn't remember any of it"
It seemed Ida had to remind herself of this over and over again, she realized as she walked up the stairs. He didn't remember the night that she felt his fist against her face, his boot against her back, when their daughter felt the sting of the whip on her shoulder.
He didn't remember a thing.
And no one ever told him.
No one would ever tell him.
Galinda… or was it Glinda now? She didn't remember anything on that night either. Or rather, she chose not to remember. She had explained the barely-there scar on her back as from falling out of a tree earlier that day. Of course, Ida and Elphaba knew other wise.
But no one told her.
And no one would ever tell her.
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Glinda stood at her body length mirror. She frowned as she did a small turn, looking over herself. It was quite unsettling. True; she had the beauty and grace of one of her bloodline. But she hadn't grown an inch over the last few years, making her full height a perfect 4'11.
She let out a frustrated groan and turned away from her mirror, unable to stand the sight. She walked over to her bed and plopped down, hugging a pillow to her chest. She was sixteen already, and being introduced to society with all the rights and responsibility thereof in just a few hours (24! How time flies). Meaning unless there was some kind of sprouting potion; she wasn't going to get any taller.
"Glinda, are you alright?"
Glinda raised her head ever so slightly to look at the doorway where she saw her mother. "Oh, Momsie," she sat up and rubbed her eyes and smiled slightly. "Of course, I'm perfectly fine."
Ida walked into the room with a small smile. "Don't lie to your mother." She sat down next to her daughter and put a hand on Glinda's shoulder. "Tell me what's wrong, dear."
Glinda sighed, pulled her knees to her chest and leaned against her mother's side. "It's silly."
"Nonsense, anything that is bothering you is important, just like anything that makes you happy." Ida wrapped an arm around Glinda and rested her cheek on her daughter's head. "Now, tell your dear old mother, hmm?"
"Oh Momsie, you're not old." Glinda said with a giggle.
"Why thank you dearie, but don't change the subject." Ida said with a grin.
Glinda sighed once more. "I'm not…."
Ida tilted her head to the side. "You're not…?" Ida said, urging Glinda to continue. Glinda frowned and leaned off of her mother, stretching her legs out and draping them over the side of the bed. Ida thought for a moment, and smiled. "Oh honey, you're upset because you haven't grown, is that it?"
"See?! I told you it was silly," Glinda mumbled, her face red. Ida smiled and stood up. "Come on, up." Glinda looked up at her mother, confused, but she obeyed and stood. Ida took Glinda's hand and led her to the mirror. She placed Glinda in front of her, her hands on the smaller blonde's shoulders. "Now, tell me what you see."
Glinda looked at herself in the mirror and watched her and her mother's reflection. They really did look so much like each other. Same golden hair, although Ida's hair was straight, same blue eyes, same porcelain skin, same delicate hands.
"I see me and you and some of my room within the mirror... reflections." Glinda finally said, not seeing much else besides that. Ida smiled and leaned forward.
"You want to know what I see? I see a beautiful young woman, whom everyone adores and envies. A true embodiment of the Upland bloodline,"
Glinda couldn't help the grin that appeared on her face.
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The next day, everyone in the manor had gotten up just a tad bit before sunrise, some from excitement and some for merely working.
Glinda was humming and twirling; normally she hated getting up so early, but of course, today was her coming out party! She couldn't wait until the music began to play and the guests started to arrive.
Now it would be Miss Glinda, Miss Lady Upland, and not in a way you said to a child, either!
As she was getting dressed, she looked over at the necklace that she always wore and held it up against the gown she would be wearing later that evening. After a quick survey she nodded that they didn't clash. Fiyero had gotten her all sorts of gifts over the past years. She hardly wore any of them, though.
Oh, beautiful they were indeed, all shades of pink and blues and lovely greens. He even had gotten her a red stone; it was a piece of a ruby. A small little stone embedded in a ring. Of course, rubies of pure nature were impossible to find, so it must have been one of the most valuable pieces.
But out of all the stones and jewels, she loved the one made of pebbles with the unique stone at the end. She wore it as often as her outfits would allow. For even though the necklace was her favorite, that was no excuse to clash.
She placed the necklace gently down on her vanity and skipped out of the room down to breakfast.
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Elphaba blinked for what seemed to be the first time in over an hour. She had finished yet another present for Glinda, although it wasn't as beautiful as her other works, and this time she was sure that no Arjiki prince of the Vinkus was going to take credit for her work.
She stuffed the bracelet into her pants pocket and fixed the sleeves of her shirt. She turned and looked at her reflection in her small mirror. Well, it wasn't so much as a mirror as it was a polished oval of old silver.
The only thing she could find that was anywhere in the formal category for the servants was hardly "formal" at all. It was a plain white shirt that had baggy sleeves and a button up front. The new dark chestnut riding boots she wore she had borrowed from the stables, and the pants were a deep blue; the outfit didn't seem to—as Glinda would say—"clash"
But then again, what did it matter if she looked out of place? She was always out of place. Right now she looked more boy than she did young woman. With a dismissive shrug, she took the hair brush and began to work the knots out of her hair.
"Elphie, what are you wearing?" Elphaba glanced over to the doorway where Glinda was. She seemed liked a cat ready to pounce, the way she stayed so still, but her hips moved ever so slightly as she shifted weight off of one foot and onto the other, with the way her eyes glinted and that look of focus on her beautiful face.
"It's called clothing, my pretty. For those of us lower on the social ladder, our clothes are made by old maids that were too stubborn to be married off."
Glinda pouted, "Oh Elphie you're so mean sometimes!" she said with a giggle. "But really, I thought girls couldn't wear pants?" Glinda stepped into the room and sat down on Elphaba's bed, jumping a little when she felt it move.
Elphaba grinned. "We of the servant class are not held to the same protocols as yours, your majesty."
Glinda huffed and folded her arms over her chest. "Don't have to go making fun, it was just a question." The blonde looked over to the green skinned girl across the room, "Besides, you have to be nice to me today. I'm a young woman now!"
"Does that mean I get to be cruel to you tomorrow?"
"Well, no."
"Or the day after tomorrow?"
"Of course not."
"Then, what makes today any different?"
Glinda opened her mouth to respond, then shut it and thought for a moment. Elphaba grinned. She rested her bony elbow on her knee and rested her chin in her palm, watching as the gears in Glinda's head turned.
"Well… I guess it doesn't make today any different. But today is special anyway. A new chapter of my life is finally opening, and it will eventually lead to my happily ever after." Glinda finally decided and looked at Elphaba; she felt her heart skip a beat as she saw how Elphaba was just staring at her. "Do I have something on my face? ... Oh sweet Oz, is it a zit?!" Glinda asked worriedly as she jumped up and went over to Elphaba's mirror to check her face.
"Glinda, you've never had a single zit in your life, I doubt you'll get any now," Elphaba laughed and stood. She walked over behind Glinda and put her hands on the smaller girl's waist. "But, if you don't calm down, you just might get a few."
Glinda went deathly pale, "Are you serious?" she let out in a nervous high-pitched voice. Elphaba laughed a bit. "Oh calm down, you. You're beautiful." Elphaba wrapped her arms around Glinda so her hands barely met at the smaller woman's midriff and she held her loosely.
Glinda looked down at the green hands and whispered, "You're beautiful."
"What?" Elphaba asked, positive she had misheard the blonde in her arms. Glinda rested her head on Elphaba's chest and looked up, a small smile on her face. "You're pretty."
Elphaba shook her head and cackled. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. How you lie."
Glinda pouted playfully, "But I'm not lying!" she said in a childish voice.
Elphaba smirked. "You must be blind, then."
"If being blind means getting to see your face, I would happily spoon out my eyes."
For once, Elphaba didn't have any sarcastic statement to reply.
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Night came quickly and so did the guests. All were wearing elegant gowns and tuxedos, having servants bringing in all the gifts into the ballroom and placing them on the table; those too large for the table were placed on the floor next to it.
Glinda clasped her necklace around her neck and buttoned her collar around it. Her outfit's top had a high color and a green shiny button; after that button was a diamond shaped gap which allowed her cleavage to show in a most elegant way, but still not show too much. The skirt was a very appealing green that went with the top well and ended just above her ankles, where her matching heeled shoes shone with pride at the upcoming dancing.
She smirked as she observed her body in the mirror; she may have been the shortest purebred Gillikin alive, but she was also the most beautiful.
A final twirl and practice curtsy to the mirror and she was ready to head down to the party. She had dismissed the servants for the night and assumed they would have their own little party like always for special events.
Although, she didn't understand why the servants weren't allowed to join in the festivities... after all, weren't they family too?
"Glinda… My dear, look at you! What a sight you are!" Glinda turned and smiled, seeing her mother stand in the doorway in a beautiful blue gown, blonde locks tucked in a fancy bun for the night. "There won't be a single young gentleman in that room that won't be asking you for a dance, my child. Now come, let's not keep the guests waiting."
Glinda obeyed her mother and hurried alongside the older woman. She walked down the stairs to the ballroom, where she was formally announced and greeted with applause. As all her parties, she greeted each guest, made small talk, held onto the arm of her fiancé, Fiyero, and put on a contagious smile while her mind drifted off on what a certain green woman was doing at this time.
Ida stood with her husband as the party went on, a smile on her face. "Already a young woman, my, how time flies. Don't you think so, dear?" she said softly to Erick, who smiled and nodded.
"Yes, love. It's amazing. And soon, very soon I'll be walking her down the aisle" he said, watching his daughter and future son-in-law talk to different guests. Ida watched also, but had a bit of sadness in her heart. Her husband sensed this and looked down at his wife. "Is something troubling you, my love?" Erick asked. Ida looked up at him, she looked almost nervous.
Almost.
"No, not at all… It's just… My little girl is growing up so quickly," Ida said, a small smile gracing her face.
Hours went by and the party still went strong. The father-daughter dance had passed and Glinda danced with a few of the young gentleman that asked... if she wasn't already dancing with Fiyero, of course.
After a short while, the slow dances started and Glinda excused herself. Walking outside, she sat down on the patio swing and rested her head on the white pillow, gazing up at the sky.
A few moments passed by before the silence was broken, "They say that if you stare too long at the moon once you're a woman, Kumbricia will come and steal you away."
Glinda snapped her head up at the familiar voice; she smiled widely as she saw green skin glowing in the moonlight. "They don't say that," she said and stood, hurrying over to the green woman, wrapping her arms around her. Elphaba chuckled and returned the embrace.
"It's an old tale; something for the kids, although there are many versions. They also say if you make a wish on the moon when it's golden on Lurlinemas eve that the fairy queen Lurline will grant your deepest desire."
Glinda buried her face in Elphaba's shoulder. "I've never seen the moon golden on a Lurlinemas eve before."
"Ah, but therein lays the magical sense about it," the taller woman said. "If you believe that sort of thing, anyway,"
"And do you?"
"No, but it is a good story for those who need something to believe in," Elphaba said. Glinda looked up and giggled. "I'm so glad I got to see you tonight," Glinda said. "I didn't think I'd be out of there until tomorrow,"
"You didn't think I'd let you get away without my giving you a present, hmm?" Elphaba asked.
Glinda's eyes twinkled, "You got me a gift?" she squealed. "Ohh, what is it, what is it?"
Elphaba smiled and reached into her pocket, she pulling the gift out and showing it to Glinda. "Just a little something I put together in my spare time." she said. In her hand she held a bracelet with dark purple, dark red shiny beads that seemed to have small storms in each of them as Glinda gazed, the insides swirling and twisting in a magical dance.
"It's a charm bracelet, another old slave tradition." Elphaba explained. "Its story is a mushy one so I won't elaborate. It's nothing big like that ruby ring what's-his-name got you; I didn't have much of a budget to work with." she said, almost bitterly.
"Oh!" Glinda smiled and took the bracelet. "And I think it's wonderful, I love it. You made this yourself? Oh, they seem to dance in the moonlight!"
Elphaba shrugged, "Yeah, it was no big deal," she said.
"Of course it's a big deal, Elphaba! You made this with your own hands so it's special. Very special," Glinda said softly, leaning up on her toes and giving Elphaba a chaste kiss. "Thank you, Elphie."
"You're welcome, Glinda." Even from on the patio, the slow music of the band drifted out into the night air, filling both young women with a desire to flow with it.
Elphaba grinned and bowed just as gracefully as if she were a young gentleman, her hand out to Glinda. "Might I have the honor of a dance, Miss Glinda?"
Glinda felt a blush crept onto her face as she took Elphaba's green hand and placed her other on her shoulder. Elphaba put her hand on Glinda's waist, her nervousness gone with practiced ease as she led Glinda to the music.
In that moment, time stopped for the two. Everything around them faded into nothingness, leaving only them and the soft music in the chilly air. No Masters. No slaves. No party. No guests. No Fiyero.
No Oz.
And they loved every second of it.
"Are you enjoying yourself, my sweet?" Elphaba asked. Glinda smiled brightly. "Yes, Elphie. Yes, I am enjoying myself very much. I had no idea you could dance so well!" Glinda said.
"Surprise," Elphaba whispered.
Finally the music stopped and switched to another, more upbeat tempo. Glinda stopped, looking up at Elphaba and raising her hand to stroke a green cheek.
Elphaba quickly stepped back from Glinda, glancing at the doors. "You should go, your guests are waiting." she said, her expression unreadable. Glinda frowned a bit until she heard;
"Miss Glinda?"
Glinda turned around and saw Fiyero, in his tuxedo, "There you are. We've been looking for you. Come on back inside." Fiyero flashed his charming smile; he didn't even seem to notice that the two women wanted nothing more than to have him leave them alone. In fact, he didn't seem to notice that there were two women standing in the moonlight, as if Elphaba was just invisible.
Glinda sighed a bit. "Alright, Fiyero, I shall join you—"
"You'd better hurry! Or you'll miss the Magician." Fiyero wasn't used to waiting to speak and blushed with embarrassment. "Sorry."
"Oh that's fine, but, what magician?" Glinda asked, curious. "What is he doing?"
Glinda didn't notice she was still holding Elphaba's hand until she felt the fingers laced with hers flex. Glinda ran her thumb across Elphaba's hand, attempting to calm her. Fiyero couldn't see their hands, and if he did, he didn't seem to care.
"I'm not sure, I think he's going to saw a rabbit in two and then put it back together or something like the sort,"
"That's just cruel; how do you know it's not a Rabbit?" Elphaba asked, her eyes narrowed and her mouth twisted in annoyance.
Fiyero shrugged. "What difference would it make? It's just an animal—"
"Or Animal," Elphaba interrupted.
"—just like a slave is just a slave." Fiyero finished. Glinda tensed, Elphaba tensed. Even the dog lying at the stairs flinched in his sleep and his nose twitched. Elphaba turned to Glinda, bowing.
"Goodnight, my lady." Elphaba said calmly and excused herself from the prince's sight. Fiyero frowned. "What's his problem?" he asked.
Glinda felt her blood boil and used all her willpower as a lady not to slap him across the face, and instead settled for giving him the cold shoulder as she hurried past him. She went to the steps of the staircase, but she felt her arm being taken by her fiancé, and heard whispers of apologies that had empty meaning before being led, into the party.
For everything in her, she wanted nothing more then to push the Winkie prince into the pink bowel of punch sitting at the table, but she couldn't find her spine when she was with him.
Three hours passed before the parents finally came around from their own little talks and laughs and the party cooled down. Glinda looked at all the presents and opened each one, holding—or standing by—each of them for a picture. After about another 45 minutes of having different people telling her they wished her the best of health and of womanhood, a few goodbye hugs, and a few congratulations, she hurried up the stairs through the halls and to Elphaba's closed door.
"Elphie, please open the door—it's me." Glinda knocked on the door, harder and harder. "Please Elphie, please. I came as soon as I could."
After a minute, the door creaked open and Glinda ran into the room, taking Elphaba's hands in her own. "Oh Elphie, I'm so sorry."
Elphaba looked at her funny. "Why are you sorry?" she asked. Glinda frowned. "For… not coming to you sooner, for one, and for what Fiyero said about slaves—it was horrible! If I wasn't a lady I would have slapped him."
Elphaba shook her head. "Glinda, Glinda, Glinda. He was just saying the truth, what got to me what he said about Animals and animals—calling them the same and useless. I'd like to see him pull a 400 pound plow!"
Glinda seemed confused. "But aren't they the same thing?" Elphaba's eyes narrowed and Glinda blinked. "What?"
"How could you say that? Animals are intelligent, they understand, they can talk, and they can walk on two legs if they want! They have… something, in them. I can't explain it." Elphaba stressed, her hand forming a fist. "But I do know that it's wrong for them to be treated with such disregard!"
Glinda had never heard such passion come from Elphaba's lips. Glinda sat on Elphaba's bed and thought about what the taller woman had said. "When you say it like that—I suppose they are different." Glinda said, nodding a bit.
Elphaba lay on the bed on the other side of Glinda, her hands on her forehead. "You hardly sound convinced. But, I guess you can't be different in all aspects." she murmured. Glinda looked down at her, wondering what she meant but let it slide. Glinda slid back onto the rough excuse for a bed and rested her head on Elphaba's stomach.
"Glinda, answer me this…" After what seemed like ages worth of silence, the green woman spoke. Blonde curls moved as the newly ordained young woman raised her head, her chin resting on Elphaba's bony ribs. "Why do you let him do that?"
Glinda's lips twisted as she thought, she knew exactly what Elphaba was asking.
Why did she have no spine when Fiyero came about?
"Because I am a lady, I suppose. A woman of high standards... a woman of an heirless throne you might say." Glinda said. Her eyes closed and her brows furrowed in concentration. "And I am also the only child, meaning that if I do not marry there will be no more Uplands of the Upper Uplands."
"So you just bend over and do whatever your husband-to-be wishes."
"You needn't be so crude about it, Elphie." Glinda frowned, "You make it sound as if I am a whore or something."
"No, not a whore, it would impossible for you to be a whore—no one would be able to afford you!"
Elphaba smiled wickedly as Glinda became red with fury and made a feeble attempt to beat the green woman with a pillow. Feathers burst into the air as the two tumbled about like children, beating each other with the pillows and letting out giggles and shrieks.
Elphaba fell on top of Glinda as the last pillow lived its last feather. Heavy breathing filled the room, smiles on both faces. But, then it changed into a look of desire. Both women looked deeply into the other's eyes.
Glinda was the first to move; she moved her head up and connected her lips with Elphaba's and her arms around the green woman's waist. Elphaba countered by moving her strong hands up Glinda's sides and to her back, pulling her closer still as she returned the kiss with one of her own.
"Elphie… please…" Glinda pleaded in a whisper as she felt the all-too-familiar burn of desire flare up in her. "Please, can we, tonight?"
"Not until after your wedding." Elphaba whispered sadly, leaning close to Glinda and placing soft kisses across her neck. Glinda groaned, a little too loudly for Elphaba's tastes, and rolled them over so she was straddling the green woman.
"I don't want him to be my first! Please, please, Elphie." Glinda begged, trailing her hands down Elphaba's front, her hands traveling to small breasts, she stroked the nipple as if it was a precious stone. "I want you to be my first,"
"Keep your voice down." Elphaba sat up, wrapping her arms around Glinda so the blonde had legs on either side of her waist. "You're just a silly girl now. You'll regret what we do when you marry him. And, if you still feel the same as you do now, then I shall take you before you go to his bed, my pretty. You know this, and agreed to it yourself." Elphaba said in a low voice, years as a slave had taught her one thing; the walls had ears.
"I'll always feel the same way I feel about you now."
"Then you can wait just two more years, can't you?"
"Doesn't mean I like waiting."
"Patience is a virtue, isn't that what you say, my pretty?"
"Oh, hush, you." Glinda stuck her tongue out and wrapped her arms around Elphaba, resting her head on a bony shoulder, whispering so softly Elphaba almost didn't hear her. "But, what if you aren't at the wedding? What if your plan doesn't work? I don't want to go into his bed a virgin, Elphaba."
"Headaches were made for a reason, Glinda."
"What?" Glinda lifted her head and looked at Elphaba, confused. Elphaba smiled.
"If, by some unimaginable reason I am not at your wedding, and you do feel the same as you do now, and go into his bed a virgin, say you have a headache. From what I have heard, it stops the man from pestering you." Elphaba said. "At least, that's what your mother told me."
"Momsie says no to Popsical?" Glinda asked. Her mouth hung opened, as if this was the most unimaginable thing in the world. Elphaba grinned at Glinda's innocence. "Really?"
"Really, really," Elphaba said with a soft cackle. "Just so deliciously deceiving for an Upland, isn't it?"
"Indeed!" Glinda nodded and rested her head back on Elphaba's shoulder. "Do you think it'll work?"
"Well, personally, I don't take the mistress for one to lie about—well, anything. So I believe it works, at least for her." Elphaba said with a shrug. "Fiyero isn't so much of pushy and aggressive as he is shallow and annoying. So, I think it would work with him also, in theory."
"Theory, theory, theory," Glinda mumbled. "What about fact?" the blonde woman sighed heavily. Elphaba thought about it for a moment.
"It would be impossible to say anything for a fact while dealing with a Winkie, my sweet. Most things heard of them are rumors," Elphaba looked at the ceiling for a moment, still in thought as she continued. "I don't think I've ever heard any actual facts about them besides their dark skin—and even then it's not entirely true. Look at that Arjiki prince; he has blue diamonds on his skin, from what I've seen, coming down his head and then in a pattern on his chest."
"How would you have seen anything on his chest?" Glinda asked, slightly jealous.
"I'm a servant, remember? I've been called more than once to change his laundry and such with him being in the room." Elphaba said with a shrug. She had seen more than her fair share of naked men. "Besides, I've seen him and you swimming."
"Oh," Glinda said softly, suddenly feeling embarrassed for being jealous only seconds earlier. After all, Elphaba didn't like boys or men. "I see."
"Jealous, Glin?" Elphaba teased.
"Me, jealousfied of Fiyero? Ha! Never in a million years," Glinda said with a scowl. Elphaba chuckled and kissed the top of Glinda's head. "How cute you are, Glinda,"
"Ohh!" Glinda huffed. "I'm a young woman now; I'm supposed to be past 'cute'!"
"Glin, the day you get past cute is the day I turn white! " Elphaba cackled.
Glinda growled and silenced Elphaba's sounds of laughter with her lips.
Not that Elphaba had any complaints.
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