AUTHORS NOTE: WARNING this chapter has SMUT! This story contains Slavery, Female on Female affections. Revolution, War, Violence and Language.
Glinda's lips parted and a soft moan escaped her. Elphaba couldn't help but kiss her fiercely. The sound felt so forbidden, so dangerous. It made Elphaba want her even more.
"We've waited so long; let's not waste another second," Glinda panted in ecstasy, and Elphaba didn't argue.
Elphaba's lips trailed a hot path down the smaller woman's neck, hands grasping at the nightgown and ripping it open. Glinda normally would have screamed at the ruined clothes, but found the intoxicating feel of sensual touches worth a shredded outfit.
She breathed a ragged sigh. Elphaba's hand felt so hot on her skin. It was as if she were the slave—Elphaba's slave, of passion, of love. But she didn't care; she would happily be Elphaba's slave for the rest of her life.
Burning green hands marked their property, a shivering, majestic beauty.
They moved gracefully, intensely, like they had made love countless times before. Elphaba knew just where to touch, and Glinda knew she never wanted to be held by anyone else as long as she lived.
Elphaba's mouth, hot and entrancing, captured a pink nipple. She grazed her teeth and tongue over it, leaving the bud wet and erect. Where her mouth could not be, her hands were, caressing and teasing. She trailed her mouth down from that nipple and switched, electing a breathy moan from her lover. She kissed down a smooth belly.
After what felt like an eternity to Glinda, she felt green lips in between her slick thighs, teasingly placing a small kiss on the left, then the right thigh. Glinda was growing more aroused by the minute and her hips jerked.
"Elphaba," she groaned. "I need you. Stop teasing."
Elphaba looked up from her spot and Glinda gazed down with love, passion and desire. Elphaba smiled back up at her, positioning the blonde's legs over her shoulders before teasing lips open with her tongue and diving in. Glinda gasped at the new feeling, she arched her back and her eyes fluttered closed. She moved against her lover's face.
Elphaba closed her eyes, savoring the taste of the woman she loved. She gently placed a finger at wet folds, and looked up for permission. Glinda gazed down, and her hand moved to raven locks. "Please, Elphie," she begged, "make me yours."
And she did, sliding a finger into the hot center of her love, pausing when she met a tight resistance. A yank on her black hair was enough encouragement to continue. She gazed up at Glinda, who winced for a moment at the loss of purity. She waited for her to adjust, and then pushed the green digit in and out. It wasn't long until Glinda's moans became more urgent and another finger was added.
"Elphaba, oh Oz yes, don't stop!" Glinda groaned as she felt a third finger enter her, filling her. When green lips went to her hard clit, she couldn't stand it. She fell back onto the bed, breaths becoming gasps, words becoming lustful moans.
At one point Glinda's moans became so loud, Elphaba had to reposition herself so she could silence the blonde with her mouth as her hand picked up the pace. Glinda grabbed the back of Elphaba's neck, pulling her into hard, deep, passionate kisses, only broken for short gasps of air.
"Elphaba," Glinda gasped out in a whisper, her voice breaking, desperate to keep her scream at bay but unable to keep the name from her lips. The expression upon the blonde woman's face as she went over the edge was the single most erotic, arousing and beautiful thing that the green slave had ever seen.
And it's all because of me, Elphaba grinned. She gently helped the blonde down from her high and watched as her love's body fell limp and a goofy smile danced across lust-colored lips.
There were so many things Glinda wanted to say to Elphaba in that moment, to thank her for. But her mouth would not work for anything besides an exhausted and satisfied sigh, and a long loving kiss.
She reached her hands up to unbutton her lover's shirt, but green hands stopped her.
"But, Elphie, I wanted to…"
"Shh, my sweet, there will be plenty of time for that later. Glinda, I want you to run away with me," Elphaba whispered. Glinda looked up, stunned and hopeful. "The campaign that is going on, the war, it's going to end at the ninth hour in two days. There is only one thing that needs to be done, before it can happen."
"What is that?"
"The Hero of Oz needs to be taken out of the picture." said Elphaba, her voice barely a whisper. Glinda didn't understand, and had to think. Then it clicked. Fiyero had come back, being called Hero of Oz for defending not only his home country, but the Wizard's biggest base.
"You're going to kill him!" Glinda squeaked, and flinched when Elphaba hushed her harshly. "You're going to kill Fiyero?"
"Not me personally, no, but that is the general idea," Elphaba said coolly. "I told you before, this war is going to end in two days, and I don't want you in the cross fire."
"Elphaba, I may not find him that appealing, nor do I wish to marry him but I would never wish him dead! Isn't there some other way?"
"My sweet, with Fiyero out of the way, the rebels in the Vinkus will have no trouble taking Kiamo Ko out from under those Winkies' noses."
"How can you be sure?"
"Simple; the Winkies are an egotistical people, stupid, greedy and fill of pride. They rely on brute strength to win battles, but Fiyero has some brains—some brains—and that's why he has been able to be a 'hero.' But, with loss of their precious, undefeatable, immortal warrior prince, they will turn on each other for the next in line. Bingo," she said, hitting her fist with her hand to emphasize her point. "Instant civil war. Then after the new order is put into play, that war will come to an end, also."
"What makes you think it will be that easy?" Glinda frowned.
"Because Ozma is the one leading the rebellion. You know the history of Oz almost as well as I; you know that if anyone would listen to the mythical Ozma, it would be them."
"Ozma? But I thought she was killed a long time ago!" Glinda gasped in awe.
"The Wizard thought so, too." Elphaba grinned.
"How is that possible? How can…" Glinda's long line of questions was interrupted by a yawn. Elphaba smiled and leaned down, giving her love a kiss.
"Will you come with me?" Elphaba asked.
"Oh, do you even have to ask? Yes, I will. I will, Elphaba," Glinda said with a lazy smile. She reached a pale hand over an emerald green one and laced their fingers together. Elphaba's smile grew and she placed kisses on the blonde's face. "When do we go?"
"Before dawn. I'll let you get an hour's sleep. Make the most of it, my love."
She didn't have to tell the blonde twice, within a moment the princess was fast asleep. Elphaba gave the blonde one last kiss before going to make the preparations with her comrade. She looked out onto the balcony. Hidden by the night she whistled a bird call. She waited for an answer, but none came. She tried again, but still no answer did she receive.
"Damn it all, where the hell is she?"
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Ida slept in her bedchambers. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a cap to keep it from being knotted, and her nightgown was frilly and warm. The lace curtains of her bed flowed at the sudden breeze from the long window. She shivered and cuddled tighter into the blankets, toes curled under the sheets to retain warmth.
Unseen to her, the window opened wider, and sudden warmth filled the room. She murmured in her sleepy state, eyes still closed but relaxed. A cloaked figure glided across the moonlit room to her bedside.
"Ida," the unknown figure whispered. "Ida, wake up."
Ida groaned, and rolled on her other side, swatting away at the unseen annoyance. She was tired. The figure grew annoyed, and leaned down close to the sleeping beauty and whispered something into her ear, and then snapped back just before it could be hit by a springing blonde.
"You scandalous pervert, how dare you…!" Ida snapped, and then gasped in horror at the cloaked figure at her bedside. "Who the hell are you, how did you get in here?!" Ida covered her chest with the blankets, her eyes wide open, and quite aware of another in her room. She took a breath, ready to scream for help, but was silenced by a soft, firm hand.
"Shh, calm down you silly fool," the stranger said in a soft calming tone. Ida didn't relax though, she couldn't. She wondered in a half-asleep state if her husband had gotten drunk and hired someone to kill her. As if reading her thoughts, the stranger spoke, "I won't hurt you. I could never hurt you."
Ida rolled her eyes, and the figure seemed to shiver with a chuckle. The light voice made Ida's blood chill, it sounded just like…
"If I let my hand off of your mouth, do you promise not to scream? I really don't have time to keep covering your mouth every five minutes," the figure said. Ida managed a shaky nod. The hand released and Ida lay motionless on her bed, fearful, confused, and oddly enough—hopeful.
"Who are you?" Ida asked.
"Funny, I thought you would remember. But I suppose you have forgotten me, it's been almost thirty years." A lock of hair slipped out from under the hood, a soft crimson red in the moonlight. Ida's eyes widened, her heart jumped, and her mind raced. She quickly stood from her bed in a flash, and grabbed the hood and ripped it off the head of the stranger. Surprised teal eyes stared back at her. Ida went ghostly pale.
Ida's eyes rolled back into her head, and the world around her went black.
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Elphaba waited impatiently in the light colored room, pacing back and forth. She had already packed a bag for Glinda, for she knew if the blonde packed she would take everything but her mattress— hell, maybe even that, too!
She heard a rustling and she grabbed a chair, then cautiously walked to the balcony, ready to smack whatever it was but sighed in annoyance and relief when she saw who it was.
"Where the hell have you been?" Elphaba snapped in a whisper. "We're already behind…" She saw the unconscious form of her mistress lying propped up against the railing. "Oh my Oz! What did you do to my Mistress?"
"Your old Mistress," the red head corrected. "And I didn't do anything, she fainted on me. I think she looks quite cute! Look, her face even has a blush."
"I don't care about a stupid blush, you old witch! What happened? And why did you even bring her here?"
"She's coming with us."
"What?!" Elphaba hissed.
"She. Is. Coming. With. Us," the red haired accomplice repeated slowly, punctuating her words.
"She is not!"
They heard a yawn, and saw the silhouette of the other blonde beauty sitting up and rubbing her eyes. Elphaba began to panic, knowing that if Glinda saw her mother like this that she might stay behind. Elphaba motioned wildly to her comrade, who took the hint and picked up the unconscious woman.
"Get her out of here and back in her room," Elphaba whispered harshly before going into the bedroom, where her lover needed her.
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"Elphie?" Glinda called a bit fearfully when she saw no one else in the room. She held the blankets to her chin, wondering if it was all just a taunting dream. "Elphie…"
"Yes, my sweet, I'm here. Here, put this on, we have to leave." Elphaba handed Glinda a plain white slave dress. Glinda looked over the clothing, although it wasn't really her style, it would do. She quickly changed, and was stunned how light it was.
"Is something wrong?" Elphaba asked, glimpsing the look on her lover's face.
"This is so… light! I can actually breathe!" Glinda said in shock. Elphaba let a light cackle out, and smirked at her love. Glinda smoothed out the dress. "My Oz, what an invention!"
Elphaba shook her head and draped her cloak over the blonde's shoulders. "It's chilly out, this will keep you warm."
"Thank you. But, Elphie wont you be cold?"
"I'm fine, my pretty. Now we must go."
"But I haven't packed anything yet!"
"I did that for you." Glinda looked surprised and was about to speak but Elphaba answered the question she knew was going to be asked. "I'm sorry my sweet, but your dresses are just too much to carry. I packed your toothbrush, hair brush, and body cleansers. I have some dresses for you; they're plain and wont draw suspicion."
"I understand," Glinda said softly. Elphaba quickly left to the balcony and urged Glinda to follow. The blonde paused, and then looked back into the house. "Shouldn't I leave a note? Momsie and Popsical will be so worried."
"There's no time. Glinda, you have to decide. Do you want to come with me, or stay here? I will accept whatever you choose, and I will always love you," Elphaba said softly. "I want you to be happy."
Glinda glanced back at her room, where she had been all her life. She had so many memories within this room.
She looked at Elphaba, and realized she had just as many memories, if not more, with this one woman. She looked at Elphaba's dark eyes and melted at the love she saw shining in them.
She made her choice.
"I never want to leave your side," Glinda said, taking the green hand with her own and holding it tightly. "Never, ever."
Elphaba smiled, and gave her love a kiss before turning and holding her arms behind her. "Get on," she said. Glinda wrapped her arms around the woman's neck, and wrapped her legs about the waist. Both Elphaba and Glinda both had never been more thankful for Glinda's small height and weight more than that moment.
Slowly, Elphaba climbed down the wall of the mansion with the small blonde clung tight to her back. Once at the bottom, Glinda let go as instructed and landed with a small thump on the ground. Elphaba jumped the last foot down and then took Glinda's hand, tugging her along quickly before someone saw.
They ran to a wagon, hidden in the thick brush of the outline of the Upland property. The wagon was very odd, because behind each wheel was a small broom, and the tarp over it was so tight, Glinda didn't know how they were supposed to get in. At the drivers seat was an old man, at least it looked like an old man in the dim moonlight. It was hard to tell.
"Are we all set?" Elphaba asked. He nodded and motioned to the back.
"Get in, and be quick about it," the man said in a surprisingly small voice for a man of his age.
Elphaba ushered her into the tarp, and Glinda had to get on her belly to crawl in. Elphaba soon followed behind and knocked a series of complicated knocks on the floor of the wagon. To Glinda's surprise, a door opened up and she almost fell. She wiggled her way in after Elphaba showed her how, and then the door was closed. The space was a bit snug, but not cramped. She felt for a familiar green hand, when she found it she squeezed and bit her lip. It was pitch black, and Glinda hated the dark.
"It's all right my love, you're safe." Elphaba whispered in to her loves ear and held the blonde close. "You're safe with me."
Glinda felt warm and safe in Elphaba's arms, and relaxed. Her legs went out a bit and she jumped when she heard a loud shout. "Hey!"
Glinda almost screamed, but Elphaba kissed her silent. "Don't worry, my sweet. That's just one of my fellow rebel members," the green woman said. They heard a faint groan and both of the women were startled.
"Where am I?" They heard a fourth woman's voice and Glinda gasped.
"Momsie?"
"Glinda?"
"Preenella, I told you not to bring her!"
"And I told you I was bringing her."
"Elphie, you kidnapped my mother?"
"No, Glinda, I didn't. That idiot did."
"I resent that term."
"You represent it."
"Preenella?"
"Yes, Dee, it's me."
"B-but you're dead!"
"What is she talking about?"
"We have a history."
"What the hell is going on?"
"Everyone be quiet, when we set up camp we can all discuss this hellish situation!" Preenella snapped. Everyone had questions buzzing about in their head, but forced them quiet, at least until they were safe.
Meanwhile after dawn had come, the members of the Upland Manor awoke to find the Mistress and Young Mistress's rooms in shambles and the two women missing.
Erick Upland formed a search party, but found nothing of either of them besides one piece of his wife's nightgown that had been torn off and stuck to a branch of a thorn bush, and his daughter's left earring. He feared the worst.
Fiyero was enraged that someone had stolen his fiancée, and searched everywhere for the blonde.
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At night, Elphaba, Glinda, Ida and Preenella reached the campsite, which was several miles away from civilization and hidden in a cave. Ida, still in shock, needed help out of the wagon and to walk, and Glinda was whispering to Elphie that she needed to use the ladies' room.
Once everything was settled and Glinda had braved to go out in the brushes, they settled in the cave. Brush and a stone were placed at the mouth. The old man had turned out to be a very young man, barely old enough to shave.
Elphaba walked them all deeper and deeper, and it felt like they were going underground. Finally after a long series of twists and turns, they reached where a large group was gathered, made up of Animals and people alike.
The young man hurried over to a woman. His mother, Glinda thought as she was led by Elphaba to a clear spot out of earshot of the others and near the fire that lit the large cavern.
"I think we should leave your mother and Preenella alone for a while," Elphaba said, and Glinda nodded. She had many questions, but she couldn't even imagine the shock her mother must be going through.
Glinda shivered, and leaned into the green woman. She looked around. She saw many slaves, Animals and even rich people she had met once or twice at balls or other events. Over the fire was a large cooking pot filled with gray soup. Vegetables were floating in the liquid and so were some other things Glinda couldn't identify.
She watched as her mother and the red-haired Preenella left the room and headed down a dark corridor. She looked up at her green lover, and trailed a finger down a strong jaw.
"Elphie?"
"Yes, my sweet?"
"If you ever fake your death, or I believe you're dead and you're really alive, would you come back to me?"
"Yes."
"Do you swear?" Glinda asked, her tone challenging. Elphaba smirked and leaned down, capturing pink lips in a deep kiss that wiped all doubts from Glinda's mind.
"I love you. Not even death would keep me from you," Elphaba whispered, and Glinda smiled.
A Tiger walked over to them, offering the hungry Glinda a bowl of the soup. Glinda tried her best not to make a face at the fluid and thanked the Tiger. She took a sip and was surprised at how good it tasted.
"Never judge a book by its cover, my sweet, how many times must I tell you that?" Elphaba teased before taking a sip of her own soup.
"Screw the book, Elphaba, this soup is delicious!" Glinda said, and Elphaba choked on her soup in laughter.
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Preenella took Ida's hand and lead her to a secluded spot deeper into the cave. She twisted a rock, and a torch on the wall lit up, banishing the darkness of their private spot. Ida shivered, either from the chill of the damp air or the fact she was looking at a dead woman. She didn't know.
She felt something being draped over her, and she looked at the warm brown rags about her shoulders. She glanced at teal eyes, and held the cloak tight around her. "Thank you," she said softly. Preenella shrugged, and stuffed her hands in her pockets. They stood in silence for a while before Ida spoke. "How did you…"
"My Master threw my body out into a pile of dirt and covered it up; he didn't bother to check if I was alive or dead. When I came to, I knew if I went back they would kill me for real. After all, a slave that can't work isn't worth keeping," Preenella said. "I was badly injured but I managed to escape to the east." Preenella looked at the fire of the touch and allowed herself to be caught in memories of the past.
"I wanted to see you, but I knew that with your father there it was too dangerous, for both of us. Years later, after I had regained my strength and then some, I came back to tell you that I could protect you. But, then I found that your mother had already killed the bastard, and I saw you… you didn't see me, but I saw you. And you had a little pink bundle in your arms, just like this." She held an invisible bundle close her chest. "And Erick was by your side and you looked so happy, I've never seen you smile like that. I saw you had moved on, so I decided if you still believed I was dead and gone, I wouldn't come to your thoughts and sadden you."
Ida frowned, and became sad and angry. She was sad she had made Preenella believe that, but angry the redhead had not come and told her she was alive, although she understood why. She saw the other woman breathe in, and kept silent.
"Then, I formed the rebellion. Years and years later, Elphaba joined. There were rumors flying about that she had been in love with her Mistress, and had lost her. I, of course, knew what pain that was like, so I talked to her. She explained to me that she hadn't lost her love, but had left so she could make a world where they could be together without sneaking around in fear. I found her interesting—besides her skin—and we talked more and more."
"When I found out the girl she loved was your daughter, I was so shocked. But I guess that saying is true; like mother, like daughter." Preenella grinned and Ida hid a smile behind the cloth of the cloak.
Preenella's grin vanished. She grew furious, and her fists trembled. "And then, I found out what that bastard had done to Glinda, and to you. I was such a fool not to take you away when I had the chance. I may not be rich; but I would have loved you, and made a good home for you and Glinda. I never would have struck you!"
"I know," Ida said softly.
The walls of the caves seemed to thicken the air, and the silence lingered, suffocating them.
"I still wonder. Why did you name her Galinda?" Preenella asked, desperate to stop the awkwardness.
"You liked that name," Ida whispered, "that's why I named her that. Erick wanted to name her after his mother, but I knew you never really cared for Erick's mother."
"Ha!" Preenella scoffed, "Ain't that the truth. I'm really glad that witch kicked the bucket." They both let out a small chuckle, and Ida smiled. "You're horrible, 'Ella."
"Ella… no one has called me that in a long time," Preenella said softly, a smile gracing her face.
"No one's called me Dee in a long time, either." Ida pointed out.
Silence filled the room again, but this time it was comfortable, familiar, and welcomed. Without a word, they moved closer to each other, eyes clouded by desire, and long-buried-love finally coming to the surface. Lips met in a passionate, slow, and deep kiss, and everything around them melted into nothingness as the two old lovers reunited.
"I love you," Ida breathed.
"I know," Preenella said.
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