a/n: So, this is the first time that is briefly discussed in Always Here. I felt compelled to write it idk why, but ENJOY

Elphaba woke to the smell of autumn flowers and the distant laughter of young men. She sat up very slightly and squinted blearily around the room. Glinda lay facing her, her hands folded up beneath her chin. She was fast asleep. The laughter was coming from their ajar window.

She got up and peered out over the courtyard. Four boys were running around a fountain and pulling each other to the ground. One was naked. Two others were topless. She got to witness one of them get dacked before he fell flat on his face, his friends howling in laughter around him. She closed the window. She was eighteen, and she didn't understand boys at all.

As she slipped back into bed Glinda made a soft noise, and her hand bumped Elphaba's ribs. Elphaba draped her arm over Glinda, ran her hand down her back absently. Glinda took a short breath and peered about sleepily. "Elphie?" Her voice was rough and quiet. She half twisted, her eyes jumping over the ceiling. She looked down her body. "Your hand is on my bottom."

Elphaba quickly snatched it back. She was suddenly very awake. "I-I hadn't noticed-"

"It's alright," Glinda murmured, her own hand rubbing at Elphaba's waist. Her eyes were closed, already falling back asleep. "You may touch whatever you wish."

"How generous."

She made some noise in response, and stretched, arching against Elphaba. "What's the time?" She sighed against Elphaba's collarbone.

"Some ridiculous hour of the morning," Elphaba muttered. Glinda hummed. She nuzzled her nose against Elphaba's neck.

"You smell nice."

"New oils."

"I like them." The moonlight from the window beyond Elphaba's back illuminated Glinda dimly. Her hair was silvery, her skin marble. She blinked slowly. "Give me a kiss, Elphie."

"I have classes in the morning." Elphaba was already leaning over her, pressing her lips half blindly to the soft curve of her cheek. Glinda held her jaw and turned her mouth to hers. The sleepiness or the darkness made them gentle. Glinda bit her lip lazily, slid her tongue behind her teeth, unhurried.

She nudged Elphaba onto her back and took a hold of the blanket slipping past her shoulders. She draped herself over Elphaba, and then pulled the covers up past their heads. Elphaba blinked in the pitch blackness. She felt the wet warmth of Glinda's mouth open over her throat and shivered. Elphaba patted around, found her hands to Glinda's hips. "Glinda."

"Mm?" Her breath broke over Elphaba's chin. Elphaba leaned up and caught her in another kiss. She slid her hands up Glinda's back and pulled her closer, so their thighs were folded and their chests were pressed together very firmly. Night dresses were nothing. She could feel Glinda's stiff nipples, she could feel the shifting muscles of her shoulder blades. She readjusted her hips over Elphaba's thigh, and Elphaba's breath hitched. "Are you quite well?" Glinda murmured against her jaw.

Elphaba laughed a little. She felt Glinda's nose rub against her own. "Am I quite well? I don't know," She said honestly. Their bodies and their breath made the air under the blanket very warm.

"Should I…?" Glinda began to lift herself. Elphaba wrapped her arms around Glinda's waist, and kissed whatever skin she was pressed against. Glinda laughed gently. "You're comfortable?"

"I am." A hand came to her cheek and guided her into a slow kiss. Elphaba usually became insecure and would overthink kissing if it were too slow, but she had just woken up, and insecurity didn't occur to her.

Glinda's hand slid into her hair, her nails scraping her scalp pleasantly. Her fingers brushed Elphaba's neck and she shuddered hard, her thigh pressing up against Galinda. Glinda's lips dragged over her cheek. "God," She breathed. She propped herself up on her elbow and rolled her hips against Elphaba's, and the angle was better. It was so good, it thrummed through Elphaba like live energy.

Glinda leaned up a little, and a sliver of light illuminated her face. She was frowning, Elphaba thought. Elphaba rubbed at her back. "Glinda?"

Glinda hesitated. She licked her lips quickly. "Does this feel… good for you?"

Elphaba chucked awkwardly. "If you must know, yes."

Glinda was still moving against her, though more distractedly. "Isn't it curious?" She said, but she sounded excited, maybe relieved to speak of it. "I've felt it before, but nobody tells you about it..."

Elphaba swallowed. "When have you felt it?"

"When we kiss, of course," She said matter of factly. "And sometimes I… have dreams." She was tracing the peaked hairline of Elphaba's forehead softly. "I wake up in such a state I can't lay still."

"A state."

"Yes, a state."

"What do you dream of?"

Glinda looked at her through her lashes. She smiled, and there was something naughty and thrilling about it. "That's a secret."

"Bollocks," Elphaba said, burying her head where she thought Glinda's neck was. She was about right - her nose bumped Glinda's ear, and she kissed and nipped just by the angle of her jaw. Glinda giggled and squirmed away from her. "Why can't I know?"

"It's embarrassing." Glinda pushed herself onto her hands, the blanket falling around her waist. There was something great about Glinda hovering over her like that. Maybe the way it pressed their hips and legs all the closer, or how her hair fell. Her hair, Elphaba realised, is what smelt like autumn flowers. Glinda was peering at her with a little smile. "What is it? You're making a face."

Elphaba sighed. "You're exceedingly beautiful, Miss Glinda, I don't know what to do with myself." Glinda rolled her eyes and grinned brilliantly.

"You're rather bad at masking your compliments in the morning. Could I have found a weakness of yours?"

"I know my lightning fast wit is infamous, here and elsewhere in Oz," Elphaba began, and Glinda was already laughing into her neck. "But I'm rather more keen on kissing right now, so it'll have to wait till eight o'clock."

"Good," Glinda said. She caught Elphaba in a deep kiss. They were more awake now, so when Glinda moved against her Elphaba had the clarity and the strength to move with her, to cling to her thigh and encourage the delicious roll and grind of their hips. Both of them dissolved into breathlessness, and couldn't keep up the kiss.

Glinda exhaled, and pushed up to her hands again, fisting the sheets by Elphaba's shoulders. Elphaba gripped her waist and looked up at Glinda's half illuminated face. She looked open, completely unaware of herself. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted and red from kissing. She moved particularly hard against Elphaba and gasped aloud. "Oh." Glinda shuddered. "Oh god, Elphie," She breathed, and opened her eyes, looked at her. "Elphaba."

Elphaba's reaction was visceral. She felt her own pleasure rise sharply with Glinda's wavering voice. She clung to Glinda's hips, to give some aid to their movement, and it made Glinda all the more vigorous. She suddenly caught Elphaba in a short kiss, and then nuzzled her face into Elphaba's shoulder, released a muffled and beautiful whimper. She pressed her whole self against Elphaba's, and Elphaba arched up into her, overcome with sensation.

When she came back to herself, Glinda was draped over her and still panting. She wrapped the girl in her arms, rolled her gently onto her side. Glinda's lips brushed her neck. "Elphie," She sighed quietly. She brought a hand to Elphaba's cheek. "My love." She kissed her.

Elphaba hid her face in her nightdress. "My sweet."