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It was one of those hazy, golden afternoons where absolutely nothing seemed urgent enough to even stand up for.
Glinda’s visit to the cottage on the edge of Ev was nearly at an end, and she had spent the better part of the last hour curled comfortably into the crook of Fiyero’s arm. A warm fire crackled before them, warming the late-autumn chill that had stolen over the home. Her head rested against his shoulder, body lax and boneless with contentment as his fingers traced idle, ticklish paths up and down her bare leg. She was feeling deliciously indulged and spoiled by his attention.
“You’re being very cuddly today,” Glinda murmured, shifting closer until her side fit snugly against his. “I like it.”
“Mmm,” Fiyero replied.
He didn’t look down at her. His gaze remained fixed across the room, steady and intent, on Elphaba - who was supposedly reading. The book lay open in her hands, but she hadn’t turned a page in some time.
“I aim to please.”
As he spoke, his hand - which had been resting casually on Glinda’s thigh - began to wander. It slipped upwards along the inside of her leg, the silk of her skirt bunching around his wrist, until his long, scarred fingers found the soft lace of her underthings.
“Fiyero?” Glinda breathed. A spark of heat flared in her, spreading quickly. “What are you-?”
“Shh.” His lips brushed her jaw. “Just enjoying the afternoon.”
It was far from the most scandalous thing they had done that week - not even close - but the audacity of it sent a dizzying rush through her. His touch settled into an unhurried rhythm, thumb circling through silk while his fingers danced over her. Glinda’s hips tipped upward instinctively, chasing friction. Her head fell back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as a soft, breathless sound slipped from her lips.
She didn’t see the way his eyes never left Elphaba.
Elphaba’s jaw was tight now. Her eyes flicked up - sharp, dark - tracking the curve of her lover’s tilted neck and gasping, open lips. The book lay open and abandoned in her lap; it had been that way for nearly ten minutes even before his hands began to wander, and the pages were starting to crinkle at the grip of her hands.
“Oz,” Glinda gasped, fingers clutching at Fiyero’s jacket as sensation bloomed hotter, brighter. “He’s so good, isn’t he, Elphaba?”
Elphaba answered with a noncommittal hum, the pages of her book crinkling more as she turned her attention back to them and pretended to turn a page..
“Ah - yes, right there,” Glinda breathed. “I swear, dearest… your fingers are going to ruin me for anyone else.”
Fiyero smiled sharply. He saw Elphaba snap the book closed, her hands curling into fists at her sides. He gave Glinda one last, merciless stroke - hard and teasing enough to inspire a soft, beautiful noise from her - before withdrawing his hand entirely.
He stood up, looking entirely too composed for a man who had just been debauching their girlfriend on the sofa.
“Fae,” he said mildly, clearing his throat, “I’ve just remembered that I forgot the most important part of Glinda’s birthday celebration tomorrow. We need wine. And cake. The good kind from the village.”
“What-now?” Glinda asked, dazed and shaking a little. “But you just-”
Fiyero didn't answer.
Instead, he crossed the room to Elphaba. She stood as he approached, eyes locked onto his, clearly poised to say something sharp - but he caught her by the waist and pulled her into a deep, uncompromising kiss before the words could leave her mouth. One hand slid into her hair, tangling there as his tongue swept visibly into her mouth.
Glinda watched from the sofa, surprised and thoroughly amused.
When he broke away, Fiyero leaned in to murmur something low against Elphaba’s ear. Whatever it was made her go utterly still, lashes fluttering once before she inhaled sharply. With a wink thrown back at Glinda, he was gone, the door closing softly behind him.
Glinda huffed, tugging at her tangled skirts. “Well. Talk about a tease.” She glanced at Elphaba, smiling brightly. “Honestly, Elphie, I think you must have spoiled him. He’s even more of a rogue than before, and that’s saying something.”
Elphaba didn’t answer. She stood where Fiyero had left her, watching Glinda with dark, steady eyes. A dark flush had appeared high on her cheeks.
Still humming with heat, Glinda rose to her feet and drifted closer, her legs a touch unsteady. “Oh, I know that look,” she teased. “Someone’s worked up.”
Elphaba’s gaze tracked her without wavering. Her chest lifted on a slow inhale, then fell just as deliberately, breath drawn deeper than it needed to be. One of her hands flexed at her side, fingers curling and uncurling like she was resisting the urge to reach out.
“Let me guess,” Glinda continued lightly, reaching out to brush Elphaba’s cheek. “You’re imagining what he’s going to do to you when he gets back. Or - ” her lips curved mischievously “ - maybe you’re remembering what he did to you this morning? You were very pretty, lying there squirming while he - ”
The words vanished as Elphaba’s hand shot out, seizing Glinda’s wrist and pulling her forward until their bodies were flush.
“Elphie?”
Elphaba’s eyes were nearly black. She leaned in, her lips hovering just shy of Glinda’s. “Or,” she murmured, “maybe I just think you’re paying far too much attention to him, and far too little to me.”
Glinda laughed softly, dizzy with the sudden shift in the mood of the afternoon. “Elphaba,” she said fondly, “you’re married to him. How could you possibly be jealous right now?”
Elphaba answered without words. She dropped her mouth to Glinda’s neck, nibbling at the skin a little before sucking hard. The breath in Glinda’s chest stuttered. She leaned into the contact, feeling all the soft places their bodies fit together.
Soft lips grazed to another spot, sucking and biting another love-mark high up on her neck, where Glinda’s gowns could not hide it.
“Oz,” Glinda breathed, fingers threading into Elphaba’s hair, tugging just enough to draw a low sound from her. “What has gotten into you? You’re so possessive.”
The word seemed to only add fuel to the fire. Glinda barely had time to gasp before her back was pressed flat against the nearest wall, Elphaba’s knee sliding firmly between her thighs. The plaster met the back of her head with a soft thud as Glinda arched instinctively into the contact, nails scraping down Elphaba’s back.
Elphaba’s lovely mouth was moving rapidly - along the side of her neck, up to her ear, teeth catching lightly at the lobe before tugging.
“Maybe,” Elphaba murmured against her ear, breath hot, “I just want to remind you how this whole relationship got started, my sweet.”
“Yeah,” Glinda panted, her words breaking as Elphaba’s nipping lips worked along her jaw. “With your husband fucking me in a coat closet at the Ozdust.”
Elphaba’s hips pinned her even harder to the wall for that. Rough hands came to grab her breasts, thumbs catching at her nipples through the fabric while her teeth scraped along Glinda’s pulse point. Glinda couldn’t suppress the shudder that ran through her whole body.
“And how was it?” Elphaba asked, running her tongue over the red marks she was undoubtedly leaving behind in her wake.
Glinda’s thoughts were scattered. She swallowed, breath coming quick. “How was wh–?” A breathless laugh escaped her. “Oh. Ah. You tell me, dearest. I’m sure you’re still twitching from him this morning underneath those skirts.”
It was the kind of mean dirty talk that - predictably - set Elphaba off. She surged forward, hands sliding everywhere at once as her mouth crashed into Glinda’s. The kiss was deep and claiming, forcing Glinda to eventually break away to heave air back into her lungs.
“I don’t think,” Elphaba said hoarsely, “you’re in any position to be teasing anyone right now, Miss Galinda.”
Galinda rocked down hard against Elphaba’s shifting hips, drawing a groan from them both. “I actually find this position perfect for teasing, Miss Elphaba.”
Elphaba growled and Glinda suddenly found herself being moved again. Lifted (likely with some magical assistance, knowing her lover) and deposited onto the kitchen table with startling ease, her skirts bunching under Elphaba’s gripping hands. It really shouldn’t be that much of a turn-on to be manhandled like this, but Glinda could feel the heat flooding her face as Elphaba closed the space between them once more.
Her lips were captured again, Elphaba pulling her close so that they were pressed right up against each other. They kissed like that for several minutes, fingers curling into hair and moving to grope at anything they could find to grab.
Finally, Elphaba wrenched herself away with a jagged gasp. Glinda tried to follow the heat of her mouth, but Elphaba pressed a firm finger to her lips. She let out a low groan as Glinda immediately sucked the tip into her mouth, her eyes wide and challenging.
“Are you sure that’s the only thing you remember from that night at the Ozdust, my dear?” Elphaba asked, her voice raspy.
Glinda swallowed hard. The quick romp in the closet was fun enough - nobody would ever accuse Fiyero of being an inattentive lover - but her mind suddenly flashed to a very different memory from that time:
Straddling her roommate’s hips, leaning over her as she applied lipstick and mascara. Elphaba unraveling into something so wide-eyed and beautiful with Galinda’s skillful arts - and later her skillful hand.
“That’s what I thought,” Elphaba muttered. She smiled sweetly and watched Glinda squirm, eyes tracking the way a fresh flush crept down her throat and bloomed along her collarbone. Elphaba’s mouth dropped back to her neck, sucking sharp, lingering kisses onto it that left Glinda gasping.
“Take off your clothes,” she murmured against the hollow of her throat. “And don’t move.”
“Elp–” Glinda gripped her hips tighter.
Elphaba pulled away, eyes glinting with dark amusement at Glinda’s glassed-over expression. “I’ll be right back.”
Then she was gone, soft footsteps echoing down the hall.
Glinda didn’t waste a second. Her hands shook as she tugged free the ties and buttons of her silk gown, fabric pooling at her feet as she quickly discarded everything but her silk panties. It was a tactical choice; she knew exactly how that bit of fabric would get under Elphaba’s skin and piss her off in the most delicious way.
She climbed back onto the table, spreading her thighs wide. The heat between them now pulsed low and insistent. Her fingers slipped between them - she was still very slick from Fiyero’s earlier attention, and the glide was ridiculously easy. But it was Elphaba’s sudden, sharp possessiveness that had her thighs shaking, every self-inflicted touch feeling like a spark against raw nerves.
The floorboards creaked.
“I thought I told you to not move.”
Elphaba was leaning against the doorframe. She was disappointingly still clothed, but the sight of her face made Glinda gasp and rock down on her own hand with a wild groan.
Black mascara now clung to Elphaba’s eyelashes, accentuating the heated look in her eyes. Dark purple lipstick - a gift from Glinda herself - highlighted the pretty shape of her curved lips. Her hair was swept up, messy in the way that revealed just how much she had paid attention to Glinda’s obsession with it.
Glinda didn’t stop the movement of her hand. She looked Elphaba dead in the eye and rocked harder against her fingers, letting out a loud, theatrical moan that echoed off the kitchen walls.
“I heard you,” she gasped, teasing herself with a rough brush of her thumb. “I just didn’t feel like listening. You and your husband have a bad habit of abandoning damsels in their time of need, Elphie.”
Elphaba stalked over and yanked Glinda’s glistening fingers away from her core. Before she could protest, Elphaba’s mouth closed around her fingers, sucking them clean with slow, deliberate pulls, tongue tracing every sensitive spot.
“Disobedient,” Elphaba murmured, nipping at a fingertip before swirling her tongue over the mark. “And a little desperate, aren’t we? Perhaps I should leave you to finish yourself off if you’re so impatient.”
The sight of those dark purple lips smirking around her pale knuckles made Glinda whimper. She found herself hoping there would be little lipstick smudges left on her skin when they were through. “You’re such a show-off.”
Elphaba’s gaze dropped to the silk clinging darkly between Glinda’s legs. “Why are you still wearing those?”
Glinda smirked, cocking her head to the side. “I thought I’d leave you something to complain about.”
The sound Elphaba made was low and rough. She seized Glinda’s bare hips, her palms hot, and yanked her forward until Glinda’s thighs were forced around her waist. She pinned her back against the table and rocked upward.
Glinda’s breath hitched. Through the barrier of her own underwear and the heavy, dark wool of Elphaba’s skirts, she felt something distinctly hard rutting against her. She gasped in shock, her eyes flying open to find Elphaba wearing a wicked, knowing smile.
“Oh fuck–”
“Tell me, Miss Glinda,” Elphaba whispered, her nose brushing Glinda’s. “Who are you thinking about right now?”
Color bloomed high on Glinda’s cheeks, her pulse thundering in her ears. She knew exactly what was under that dress, and what was in store for her this afternoon.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she answered, dipping up to brush a fleeting, teasing kiss against Elphaba’s unamused lips before dropping back to the table.
Elphaba didn’t flinch, but the muscles in her jaw jumped. Her hands tightened on Glinda’s hips, her thumbs hooking into the creases of her thighs with a possessive grip.
“I would, actually. Since I had to stand there and watch you take your ex-fiancé’s hand right in front of me.” Elphaba’s voice dropped to a rasp that sent a shiver straight to Glinda’s core. “Don’t think I missed the way you spread those beautiful legs the second he wanted to touch you. Are you still that wet for him right now, or is all of this for me?”
Glinda swallowed hard at the dirty words. Still, she couldn't resist one last tease:
“I was thinking...” Her heart hammered against her ribs. “That you’re very pretty when you get all needy and possessive like this. Honestly, Elphie... I think Fiyero has rubbed off on you.”
Elphaba’s lips quirked, her eyes glittering with a dangerous heat at the mention of her husband’s name. “He wishes.”
She pushed harder between Glinda’s legs, forcing them even wider. With a grin that was all teeth, Elphaba ground her full weight forward. The blunt, unyielding pressure of the strap caught Glinda’s clit through the friction of silk and wool, dragging upward with a delicious and teasing slowness.
A sharp, broken sound tore out of Glinda. Her hands flew back to brace against the table, palms sliding on the wood as she struggled to keep herself in place under the relentless pressure of Elphaba’s body.
Seeing that reaction - the way Glinda’s head lolled back in genuine, overwhelmed shock - the sharpness in Elphaba’s gaze flickered. Her fingers shifted from a bruising grip on Glinda’s hips to a touch that was almost dizzily gentle, as if she were suddenly afraid she’d already gone too far.
“Is that-” Elphaba stopped herself, swallowed. “Is that too much?”
Glinda blinked through the haze, seeing the subtle tremor in the green fingers.
“I can change it up,” Elphaba rushed on, too quickly. “I can take this off. I’ll use my hands, my mouth - I’ll lay you back and worship you until you’re screaming. Just - ” She broke off again, breath uneven. “Just tell me what you want.”
Despite her earlier bossy demeanor, she suddenly looked - absurdly - as though she was one word away from collapsing against Glinda’s chest and hiding her face there. And the sight of that suppressed desperation to please only made the heat licking in Glinda’s core burn brighter. She reached up, threading her fingers through Elphaba’s messy hair and yanked her down until their foreheads touched.
“It’s perfect,” she said lowly. “Don’t you dare take it off. I want you exactly like this.”
“But–”
Glinda’s eyes narrowed, her tone turning sharp.. “Stop questioning me and be mean to me until I come, Elphaba. How much more clearly do I have to ask?”
Elphaba went still at the hard command, breath catching audibly and grip loosening for just a moment. It was as though her body had forgotten which role it was meant to be playing. Glinda had the distinct, dizzying sense that if she said one word right then, Elphaba would break rank entirely - fall on her knees and beg Glinda for something she was meant to be denying.
But the moment quickly passed and Elphaba’s facade snapped back into place, the balance restored. Glinda, pinned beneath that familiar confidence once more, felt her breath hitch in satisfaction as Elphaba leaned in, fully herself again, as if the falter had never happened at all.
“If that’s what you want,” she rasped, her voice finally finding its edge again.
“It’s what I want,” Glinda said firmly. “Now be a dear and go back to being angry at me. It’s very beautiful.”
Elphaba didn’t wait for another word. The hesitation had vanished, replaced by a possessiveness that bordered on frantic. She ground her weight down again, more punishing than before, and shoved two fingers into Glinda’s mouth to stifle her cry. She dropped to worry her teeth at Glinda's earlobe just hard enough to sting.
“Well, getting us back on topic, then–” Her lips dropped to bite at the side of Glinda’s neck, and smirked when Glinda writhed at the sharp pain of her nibble. “You didn’t answer me earlier. I want an answer”
“What was the question?” Glinda gasped, hand pressing at the mark on her neck to prolong the intensity of the sensation.
“It was about you making a mess moaning my husband’s name on the settee." Elphaba said, teeth sinking lightly into the meat of her shoulder. “And you and I both know I can keep you right here all night. I can make you ache until you can’t even remember your own name - much less his. Do you want to keep playing that game, or do you want to be a good girl?”
“Again, Elphie.” Glinda panted, the words cracking as Elphaba began a slow, heavy roll of their hips together. “How are you still so jealous of your own husband? This possessive streak of yours is - ah! - honestly ridiculous.”
Elphaba didn't argue. She simply ground forward again, harder, the movement steady and unyielding. Glinda’s head fell back, spine arching as as Elphaba pressed into her over and over, each heavy drag of the strap against her clit sending a fresh, white-hot jolt through her entire frame.
“Tell me,” Elphaba insisted, her breath hot against the pulse point in Glinda’s neck. “Whose hands do you want on you? Who is making your thighs shake like this?” Her voice dropped. “Say it - or I’ll tie you down on the table and leave you dripping on it until tonight”
“You,” Glinda gasped, her fingers clawing at the table’s edge. Her pride finally buckled under the threat. “Only you, Elphie. Please.”
“Better.”
Elphaba’s hands slid down and hooked into the soaked silk at Glinda’s hips. She didn’t pull it away yet - she yanked it tight instead, the fabric biting sharply where Glinda was already aching. Glinda bucked with a frustrated whine, but Elphaba just pinned her back down as a rough thumb found her clit and worked it through the taut silk.
Glinda shuddered violently.
“You’re so wet for me,” Elphaba whispered, a note of dark pride in her voice. “Are you worried you’ll make a mess all over the table if I keep touching you like this?”
Glinda bit her lip, refusing to dignify the taunt with an answer, though her frantic squirming hips said enough.
The silk was finally stripped away - though Glinda noted with surprise that Elphaba’s hands were trembling a bit as she did it, for all her dominant attitude. Elphaba stepped back just long enough to hike up her own skirts, revealing the thick strap beneath. Glinda’s thighs spread wider, almost unconsciously.
“Took you long enough,” she managed shakily. “I was starting to think you forgot how it worked.”
Elphaba’s smirk widened. She took the head of the strap and dragged it upward, slow and luxurious, through Glinda’s slickness, then back down - circling and teasing, but never entering. The friction was maddening. She caught Glinda’s clit as she stroked up again, just enough to make the girl cry out, her hips jerking sharply as her thighs tightened around Elphaba’s waist.
“Tell me to beg,” Glinda finally panted, her eyes blown wide. “Elphie, please... make me say it. Make me ask you.”
“I don’t have to make you do anything,” Elphaba said with a smile. “You’re already begging with every little twitch of your hips.”
“Elphie–”
“Shh… open up those legs some more, my sweet. Let me make you feel good.”
She leaned her entire weight into the first thrust, sinking into Glinda with a devastating slowness that forced Glinda’s body to stretch and accommodate every inch. Glinda took it with a stuttered moan, hher hands flying up to grip Elphaba’s shoulders, nails digging into the black fabric of her bodice. When their hips finally met, Glinda suddenly found that she couldn't breathe; the fullness of it was overwhelming.
Elphaba held still for a moment, letting her adjust. “Feel that?” she muttered, her voice heated in a way that made Glinda’s toes curl. “Tell me how it feels. You look so beautiful right now, so full you can barely think.”
“Full,” Glinda agreed with a sob, her hips moving in a mindless, tiny rhythm. “So big... please, Elphie, move. I’m going to die if you don’t move.”
“So dramatic. Wait a moment,” Elphaba teased. Her eyes were sparkling. “You’re so pretty like this: all flushed and spread wide open on our kitchen table. I want to enjoy the view.”
Glinda let out a frustrated, needy whine, her legs tightening around Elphaba’s waist. “Fine. Then look.”
Elphaba’s gaze darkened, her possessive streak obviously flaring at the invitation. She gripped the edge of the table on either side of Glinda’s torso, caging her in. Her eyes traveled with agonizing slowness over the wreckage she had made: the swollen, bitten curve of Glinda’s lips, the bright red love-marks littered all over her, and the way her breasts heaved and glinted with sweat. She reached out, catching Glinda’s chin and tilting her head back to expose the elegant line of her throat, showing the little red marks tucked underneath. Then she gave a sharp, possessive tug on Glinda’s hips, forcing her to feel the stretch of the strap deep inside her, before finally beginning to move in earnest.
It was a rhythm meant to undo them both. Elphaba withdrew until the very tip teased her entrance, then drove back in with a force that made the table groan and sparks glance through every place Glinda was already raw and aching. The breath punched out of Glinda in a sharp gasp, her back bowing helplessly against the wood.
"You're such a pretty little thing," she growled, leaning down to graze Glinda’s shoulder with her teeth.
Elphaba’s thumbs dug into Glinda’s hips, holding her open and right where she wanted her. But it wasn't just to keep Glinda from moving: she felt Elphaba tilt her own pelvis, angling the base of the harness so she could grind her own clit against it with each movement of her hips. The movement was blunt and needy, her movements turning rougher as she chased a ghost of a sensation. Glinda looked up and saw that Elphaba’s jaw was locked. She was shaking - not with the heat of a peak, but with a strange, shivering tension, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts that didn't sync up with the movement of her hips.
She gave one last, desperate grind against the base of the strap - a hard, frustrated press of her weight against Glinda’s core - before letting out an irritated hiss. Realizing she wasn't going to get her own relief this way quite yet, Elphaba seemed to abandon the attempt entirely, funneling all that pent-up energy back into driving Glinda insane.
"I wonder if you’d stay this pretty if I kept you pinned here until morning, moving until I get mine," she rasped, her voice dropping into a darker, more focused tone. "Does it feel good to be filled up and worked over like this? Tell me how much you love it when I'm bossy with you."
“Like I said earlier….ah…right there….you’re a little possessive, my dear,” Glinda managed to wheeze, still trying to play the game even as her eyes rolled back.
Elphaba raised an eyebrow. Since she couldn't satisfy herself yet, she seemed determined to make Glinda suffer for the tease. She hauled Glinda’s hips upward, tilting her at a sharper, more punishing angle, then drove in with a heavy, deliberate snap of her hips. She hit a spot that made Glinda’s entire body convulse. Her back bowed, breasts swaying with the force of the new rhythm, nipples peaking and aching from the pleasure wracking her. Elphaba provided a brutal sort of relief, lunging down to catch a peak in her mouth and sucking with fierce, hungry desperation.
Glinda shrieked, her hands flying down to grasp the table’s edge for purchase. Her world reduced to the sensation of being fucked open below and devoured above.
“Blushing already, darling?” Elphaba murmured against her skin, her breath hot and damp. She pulled back just enough to see the havoc she was wreaking, a smug, dark smile touching her purple-stained lips. “We’ve only just started.”
Glinda writhed, the sharp angle of the next thrust nearly knocking the air from her lungs. Elphaba moved to lick at the flushed curve of her neck, her teeth grazing just enough to make her flinch - and then did it again, grinning at the shiver that followed.
“You like that,” Elphaba murmured darkly, her voice shaking with her own desperation. “You call me possessive, but you love being stretched out and wiggling beneath me. Don’t you? You like knowing I’m the only one who can make you lose your mind like this.”
Glinda’s initial response was a broken whimper. Her legs were shaking so violently they could barely hold their grip around Elphaba’s waist. The kitchen table creaked under them, a rhythmic sound that kept pace with the relentless, heavy snap of Elphaba’s hips. Glinda felt herself melting into the endless onslaught of pleasure and delirious arousal.
“I like … ah … being yours.” Glinda confessed around another high gasp. She reached up, cupping Elphaba’s face for a second to ground her. “But Elphie… look at you. You’re shaking. You’re so desperate, my love. You’re trying so hard to feel good. Just keep me here. Use me. I’ll - Oz - I’ll do anything you ask.”
The intensity of the plea seemed to pierce through Elphaba’s haze of arousal. The rhythm faltered. The sharp thrusts stuttered into something shallow and Elphaba pulled back. The fire in her eyes flickered into something startled and deeply tender.
She saw the kiss-swollen lips, the limbs that wouldn't stop trembling, and the red marks she’d just left on Glinda’s neck and breasts. One green hand came up, shaking slightly, to brush the tears at the corners of Glinda’s eyes.
“Is it too much, my sweet?” she whispered, the possessive, desperate woman from a moment ago once more melting away to reveal just how shockingly affected Elphaba was by their game. “I don't want to hurt you. Glinda, look at me - should we slow down?”
Glinda immediately surged up, pulling Elphaba down into a wild, messy kiss, her tongue sweeping to smear whatever lipstick remained. “If you stop,” she growled against Elphaba’s lips, “I might actually kill you. You’re perfect, my love. Move.”
The worry vanished, replaced by the same happy expression as the last time she had halted them. Elphaba let out a small laugh that sent shivers down Glinda’s spine. “As my Glinda wishes.”
In one fluid motion, she grabbed Glinda’s hips and jerked her forward again, bottoming out with a force that made Glinda cry out in shock. Before she could recover, Elphaba seized both of her wrists and pinned them to the table above her head.
“And what are you thinking about about now?”
“That you’re not just possessive,” Glinda panted, her heart hammering against her ribs. “You’re downright horny.”
“Hmm…” Elphaba’s hips snapped forward sharply, a confirmation of her state. Glinda yelped, her hands reflexively trying to thrash against Elphaba’s grip, but she was held firmly down. “Whereas you’re the very picture of demure innocence right now, my sweet.”
Glinda knew she looked downright lewd, disheveled and splayed out naked on the kitchen table while Elphaba, nearly fully clothed and looking terrifyingly beautiful in her rare makeup, thrusted furiously into her. She felt every inch of the strap move through her, catching in all the right places, bumping against the very back of her and causing a spark of pleasure-pain that zipped straight to her clit every time. The blush on her cheeks deepened until it felt like a fever.
But as the pace quickened, the pleasure started to feel like a tease. Every deep thrust filled her completely, but the lack of friction against her clit became a mounting, heavy ache she couldn't ignore. She grew obsessed with the missing sensation, her body straining upward in a desperate hunt for that touch. She was caught at the very edge, unable to fall over without the one thing Elphaba was still withholding.
Elphaba noticed the way Glinda was grinding her hips upward, and her lips curled into a knowing smile. "I can feel you trying to find a rub against me,” she whispered, her voice a low, wicked rasp. "Are you getting frustrated, my sweet? You want to touch yourself while I work you over?”
The blunt humiliation of the words sent a fresh spike of heat through Glinda, the embarrassment of being read so easily only making her need more intense. Thinking fast, she arched her back and pushed her breasts together, offering them up as a distraction. Elphaba’s eyes caught on the movement, her pupils blowing wide as she half-reflexively released Glinda’s wrists to palm at them.
Glinda seized the opportunity instantly. She dipped her hand down, her fingers scrambling through her own slickness to find her clit with a desperate, shaky shudder. Her breath caught as she finally provided that sharp, incredible pressure for herself. Sweet Oz, she was so close -
Elphaba’s eyes darkened immediately. She pulled out all at once, the sudden absence making Glinda gasp, and yanked both of Glinda’s hands back over her head. “I don’t remember telling you that you could move.”
Glinda moaned loudly, her hips bucking in a vain attempt to bring Elphaba back inside her. But Elphaba stayed just out of reach, snorting in dark amusement at Glinda’s desperate squirming.
“Please, Elphie. Don’t stop- I was right there.”
You were nowhere until I say you are,” Elphaba corrected with a grin. “Can you keep your hands to yourself if I let you go?”
Glinda nodded furiously, her eyes pleading. Elphaba let go but immediately grabbed her hips, pulling her right to the edge of the table. She began a series of long, punishingly hard thrusts and the table groaned under the rhythmic weight of them. Glinda’s pink nails dug into the wood so hard she was certain there would be varnish under them later.
“Elphie-” she moaned, moving her hips furiously to meet the thrusts.
She was dying for some pressure on her clit, but she now knew the rules of this game. She was being scolded, forced to wait until Elphaba decided she had earned her release. And Elphaba would not let her come until they were both so desperately wound up that–
The door opened.
“Hello ladies, did you miss- sweet Oz.”
The sound of a brown paper bag hitting the floor followed - a squished-sounding thud that suggested the birthday cake inside was now ruined.
Elphaba - to her immense credit - only faltered for a fraction of a second at the sound of Fiyero’s return. She didn't pull away. Instead, she drove her hips forward in a sharp, possessive snap that forced a loud cry from Glinda’s throat. She did not take her eyes off Glinda’s flushed face.
“We’re a little busy, Yero,” Elphaba said, voice surprisingly steady.
“I can see that,” came Fiyero’s strained, high-pitched response. He was frozen in the doorway, eyes wide, taking in the sight of what was happening on his kitchen table. “I’ll just... be in our room. Let you two…”
Elphaba’s eyes sparked with sudden mischief. She gave a rough, shallow thrust that made Glinda clench up, closer than ever now to her peak.
“Don't run off just yet,” Elphaba murmured, her gaze darkening as she looked down at Glinda desperate trying to grind down. “I think Glinda wants you to stay and watch how well she behaves for me. Don’t you, dearest? Let him see where his little game from earlier led?”
Glinda was beyond speech, her brain a haze of pink clouds and white heat, but she managed a garbled, desperate affirmative and pulled Elphaba down for a desperate kiss.
Purple-stained lips smirked against hers and heat was dancing in Elphaba’s eyes when she pulled away. She hooked her arms under Glinda’s knees and hoisted them up, draping Glinda’s legs over her shoulders. The position was utterly exposing, spreading Glinda wide open to all three of their views.
“Good girl,” Elphaba purred, leaning forward to grind the harness heavily against Glinda’s clit with every movement. “But I don’t want you to come yet. Not while we have an audience. Be good and hold it back?”
“Elphie, I can’t - I’m - please,” Glinda whimpered, her hips bucking instinctively.
“You can, my sweet. Hold yourself back.” Elphaba slowed her pace to a maddening, agonizing crawl. She glanced over her shoulder at Fiyero, who was now leaning breathlessly against the doorframe, his eyes fixed on Glinda’s exposed, writhing form.
Glinda’s breath came in tiny, high-pitched hitches. She felt the pressure building; a wave held back only by the agonizingly slow rhythm Elphaba was now forcing her to take. She glanced over at Fiyero too, swallowing hard at his heated, stunned look, then looked back up.
Elphaba’s pupils were so blown they had swallowed the brown of her eyes, and her black hair was plastered to her forehead. Her thrusts were quickly losing their calculated slowness; they became fast and urgent once more. She began to bottom out with a rhythmic, wet sound that made Fiyero groan quietly and Glinda thrash hard.
“I’m...I’m close,” Glinda whimpered, a shuddering breath escaping her as she forced her own hips to still, fighting the immense urge to peak. “See? I’m... I’m being good. Elphie, I’m…for you…ah….”
“Yes, such a good girl,” Elphaba whispered, speeding up just enough to make Glinda sob openly, then slowing down again right before the peak. “Keep it right there, my sweet. Just like that. Stay nice and desperate for me.”
Glinda tried, but the sight of Elphaba’s green skin flushed with exertion, eyes bright and nearly black, pretty lips parted in breathless, beautiful desire, sent a final, electric shock straight to Glinda’s core.
“Elphie-!” Glinda cried out, her voice cracking as her resolve finally gave way.
Recognizing the shift instantly, Elphaba’s expression softened into something incredibly tender. She abandoned the slow torture for a deep, relentless rhythm that met every one of Glinda’s frantic, bucking needs. Her fingers reached down to rub perfectly at her heat, hard and unrelenting.
“That’s it, my darling,” she whispered, her voice dropping into a low, soft murmur. “Just like that. Come as hard as you can for me.”
Glinda’s world immediately fractured into brilliant sparks. She arched her back so sharply the heels of her feet dug into Elphaba’s shoulders, her entire body vibrating with the force of a peak that felt like it would never end.
“I’ve got you,” Elphaba murmured, pressing forward even close to kiss away the salt of Glinda’s tears. She kept moving, her pace steady, ensuring the sensation stretched out, pulsing through Glinda until she was breathless and limp. “I’ve got you, my beautiful, good girl. Just breathe. That was so gorgeous.”
Elphaba finally slowed her movements to a gentle, rocking sway, letting the frantic energy of the room settle into a warm, heavy haze of satisfaction. Glinda’s head lolled back against the table, legs slipping down to bracket Elphaba’s hips again. Her eyes were half-closed and glazed with adoration as she watched the shadows of the lengthening afternoon dance across Elphaba’s sharp cheekbones.
Eventually, she heard Fiyero move from the doorway. His footsteps crossed the kitchen in only a few long strides to press up behind Elphaba and wrapped his arms around her waist. He joined their rhythm, his body molding against hers as she continued to rock through Glinda’s lingering aftershocks.
“So good,” he bit out against her neck. “You are so gorgeous like that. Sweet Oz, you two are so hot.”
Elphaba smiled and hummed, reaching over her shoulder to run her fingers through his hair. “Want me to fuck you too?” she asked lightly. “You were half of this problem.”
He seemed to spasm behind her, his hips stuttering. It made Glinda giggle as she began to finally recover. “Won’t last long,” he managed. “Just need-”
Whatever he did with his hips next made Elphaba gasp and shudder deeply. Which gave Glinda an excellent idea.
“Dearest,” she said sweetly, poking at him with her toe as she enjoyed the final few shudders of her aftershocks around the strap. He looked up at her, dazed and flushed. “Why don’t you sit down in that chair? And take your clothes off.”
Fiyero’s brain took a second to catch up, but he was quickly nodding. “Of course.” He dropped another kiss to Elphaba’s shoulder and backed away, discarding the rest of his garb and dropping into the chair.
Elphaba groaned unhappily at the loss of what was undoubtedly his erection rutting at her back. Her angry little pout at Glinda was very cute.
Not wanting to deprive her lover for long, Glinda quickly wiggled away and sat up, pulling Elphaba close again. Her lips pressed hard against the frowning mouth, encouraging her to relax into the kiss. Elphaba tried to take control of it almost immediately, but Glinda slid her mouth away to lick a line up her neck, ending with her teeth grazing Elphaba’s earlobe.
“You’re so turned on right now, Elphie. I can tell.” Her hand dipped between them and grabbed the strap, grinding its base hard against Elphaba until the girl panted and moaned with a small, aborted thrust of her hips. “Pretty girl - you’re so horny today. Ovulating, are we?”
The tease was just mean enough that it made Elphaba collapse against her with a gasp. Glinda continued to use the strap’s base to rub at her, enjoying the soft, hitched little breaths that escaped Elphaba’s smeared lips. But she wasn’t done with her yet.
“Did he feel good for you, just then? Rubbing against you like that?” Glinda whispered, still in her ear. Elphaba’s fingers twitched at her back. “Very dirty. Maybe I’m the one who should be jealous. I should make him sit there and watch you fuck me all night, moving so desperately until the base of this pretty thing finally rubs you off, too.”
“Glin–” Elphaba’s head tilted back, eyes fluttering shut as Glinda pressed the base of the cock harder against her, a hint of how frustrating that would feel against her the rest of the night. Behind her, Fiyero let out a sharp, ragged inhale.
Glinda smirked as more fantasies tumbled through her mind and out of her mouth. “We could even tie his hands. Get you properly naked and make him watch as all that slick drips down your thighs while you fuck me hard enough to finally get yourself off. Until you can almost feel me through the strap as you get wet and finally come all over yourself. Make a mess of the floor”
Their simultaneous choked, shocked noises was music to her ears. Perfect. They were both now ridiculously wound up: exactly the way Glinda liked them.
She returned to Elphaba’s mouth, pressing a hard kiss against the lips still parted in shock. “Luckily for you both,” she whispered against the seam of Elphaba’s mouth, “I have other plans for this evening.”
Glinda pushed back gently, letting her own feet finally find the floor. Never breaking the kiss, she kept pushing and pushing, until she pressed down suddenly at Elphaba’s shoulders and forced her backwards.
Fiyero had been anticipating the move. He caught Elphaba around the waist, pulling her flush against him. She landed comfortably in his lap, her legs splayed out on either side of his knees, black skirts rucked up and pooling around them.
From over Elphaba’s shoulder, Fiyero gave Glinda a wink. She caught the small, rhythmic rocking of his hips against the small of Elphaba’s back and rolled her eyes at him.
Elphaba, for her part, gave a breathy moan, letting her head fall back against Fiyero’s shoulder. Glinda took a minute to admire the ridiculously erotic sight: Elphaba, splayed out and flushed, skirts rucked up to her hips and legs held open to reveal the very wet and glistening folds waiting for her under the harness she still wore.
Glinda dropped to her knees.
Elphaba inhaled sharply, staring down at her as if she were the only creature in the world. The intensity of it sent a fresh thrill through Glinda’s chest. She grinned at Elphaba and leaned forward to let the head of the strap catch on her lips, licking up and down the length to taste herself on it.
“You can almost feel it, can’t you?” she murmured with a pop of her lips from the head. “Just by looking. I wonder how long it would have taken you to come trying to rub on it if we had tried another round on the table.”
Elphaba’s hips bucked instinctively, but Fiyero’s hands held her steady. There were both staring at Glinda with wide, dark eyes, breathing heavy.
Glinda might have teased them both longer, but Elphaba’s hand shot down. She ripped the ties of the harness open and pulled it down her legs and off herself in one quick motion, tossing it aside. Her fingers returned to immediately tangle in Glinda’s hair.
“Glinda, if you don’t stop teasing and put your mouth on me right now,” Elphaba threatened, her voice a low rasp, “you’re going to be the one I tie up all night, not Fiyero.”
The threat made Glinda groan, a flicker of heat blooming in her gut. But she forced herself to reign in all the fantasies suddenly spinning around in her mind and focus on the task at hand. Her fingers came up tp run through Elphaba’s folds, finding her shockingly slick. She quickly confirmed that this wasn’t all an act - Elphaba was incredibly desperate right now. Probably close to her peak.
And Glinda planned to have fun with that.
She started with her tongue, whipping it rapidly through the heat, enjoying the musky flavor and encouraging Elphaba to slide forward and press her weight against Glinda’s face. She worked her exactly how she liked it: alternating firm and gentle strokes in waves, fingers joining in to thrust and spread the slickness back into her. Working Elphaba up then back down again in a gentle rhythm she knew would soon have the girl shaking for it.
When she felt Elphaba start to clench around her fingers, Glinda rapidly pulled away and forced her to cool back off again, ignoring the girl’s cry and desperate clench of fingers in her hair. She pressed a single, lingering kiss to Elphaba’s clit just to feel it flutter with the echo of a climax that didn’t come.
She looked up. Elphaba’s head was rolled back on Fiyero’s shoulder, her skin flushed a deep emerald. Fiyero’s knuckles were white where he gripped her waist, eyes locked on Glinda’s very wet mouth.
“Stand up,” Glinda murmured.
Elphaba’s eyes cracked open, dazed and unfocused. “What?”
“Stand up, dearest,” Glinda repeated, reaching up to wrap her fingers around Elphaba’s wrists. “I want to see all of you. Take your clothes off for me.”
With a low groan of protest, Elphaba shifted. Fiyero reluctantly loosened his grip, his gaze fixed on the subconscious sway of her hips as she stood. Elphaba was on shaky legs, rocking slightly against nothing in the center of the kitchen. Her dress was a disaster - bunched at her waist, damp with her own arousal, and hopelessly wrinkled.
“Take it off,” Glinda repeated, licking the slick from her lips. “Everything.”
Elphaba’s fingers fumbled with the buttons of her bodice. The fabric fell away, revealing the sharp lines of her collarbones and the soft, heavy curve of her pretty, peaked breasts. She stepped out of the heap of black silk, standing before them in nothing but the heavy scent of her arousal.
Without a word, she sank back onto Fiyero’s lap, skin-to-skin this time. Fiyero let out a choked sound as he wrapped his arms around her bare middle, burying his face in the crook of her neck.
Glinda took a moment to savor the view, her eyes tracing the stark, beautiful contrast of Elphaba’s green skin against Fiyero’s tan arms.
“Look at her, Fiyero,” Glinda whispered, leaning back on her heels but keeping her hands firmly planted on Elphaba’s inner thighs, forcing them wider. “She’s making such a gorgeous mess for us.”
Fiyero’s hands slid upward, his palms cupping Elphaba’s breasts, his thumbs raking over their aching nipples. Elphaba let out a broken sound and back arched to press more firmly into his hands, but Glinda’s fingers were on her hips in an instant, pinning them down and reclaiming her focus.
“Ah-ah,” Glinda chided. “No moving yet. Fiyero, be a dear and hold her still for me.”
Fiyero’s hands dropped to Elphaba’s hips, his fingers digging in to hold her captive against his lap. Glinda leaned in, the heat of her breath fanning over Elphaba’s core. Then, she lunged. She caught Elphaba’s clit between her lips and gave a hard, pulling suckle that made Elphaba’s entire body go rigid. A sharp cry rang out, Elphaba’s head snapping back against Fiyero’s chest.
“Who are you thinking about right now, Elphie?” Glinda smirked, her face slick with Elphaba’s arousal.
“You…” Elphaba gasped, her hips bucking uselessly against Fiyero’s iron grip. “You-damn it, Glinda!”
“Even though you’re sitting naked and sprawled out so pretty in your husband’s lap? How scandalous.” Glinda’s tongue darted out, tracing the swollen seam of her, licking upward in a long, slow stroke that made Elphaba’s toes curl.
Fiyero chuckled lowly, his hands guiding Elphaba’s hips to rock in sync with the relentless, punishing rhythm of Glinda’s mouth. Glinda didn't hold back; she used the flat of her tongue to apply a heavy, rhythmic pressure that drove Elphaba toward a frantic, gasping edge. Sensing the peak nearing, Glinda slid two fingers deep inside her, stretching her wide and curling them upward with a possessive hook. They danced in a way that made Elphaba’s breath hitch into a broken sob.
“Thinking about you both.” Elphaba managed to choke out, her voice tight and strained with the sheer effort of speaking through the pleasure. “All the damn time. You two drive me crazy.”
Glinda laughed against her core, enjoying the way the vibration made Elphaba’s legs tremble hard in response. Her fingers continued their work with a punishing, wet rhythm that echoed in the kitchen. “And yet you get so jealous over a little petting on the couch.
“That’s what this is all about?” Fiyero gasped,his own body shaking as Elphaba ground her backside against him. “Glinda, remind me to feel you up more if it gets Fae like this.”
“She is quite sensitive today, isn't she?” Glinda mused. her voice humming against Elphaba’s skin. She ignored Elphaba’s desperate whimper of protest as she suddenly withdrew her fingers entirely, leaving the other woman pulsing and empty.
“Glinda, please,” Elphaba choked out, her head thrashing wildly against Fiyero’s chest as she chased the contact.
Seeing Elphaba so undone finally moved Glinda to reward her. She leaned back in, her blonde hair brushing against Elphaba’s inner thighs, and returned to licking at her twitching slickness. Every time Elphaba’s breath hitched or her fingers tangled desperately in Glinda’s hair, Glinda responded by deepening the contact. Fiyero’s hands still worked to keep her gently rocking against Glinda’s tongue.
“Fae,” she heard Fiyero whisper in Elphaba’s ear. “Open your eyes.”
Elphaba’s lids fluttered open, and Glinda grinned up at her, savoring the sharp gasp that escaped her lover. They locked eyes, the air in the kitchen thick with the scent of musk and the rhythmic, wet sounds of Elphaba’s arousal. Glinda was vaguely aware of the push-pull of a faint, static hum in the air and the faintest smell of smoke - a low thrum of magic that usually preceded Elphaba losing control.
Under Glinda's mouth, Elphaba’s soft, soaking folds began to twitch and flutter - a tell-tale sign.
A flash of mischief struck Glinda, and she pulled back. Ignoring the string of breathless, desperate curses Elphaba spat out, she grabbed Elphaba’s hips and shoved her backward. In one swift motion, she was forced down, Fiyero’s length sliding home in one deep motion. Fiyero yelped at the sudden tight heat of her around him, hips giving an involuntary hard thrust that rocked deep and stretched her all at once.
Glinda didn’t give her a second to recover. She lunged back in, her thumb finding Elphaba’s clit and grinding against it with a fast, unyielding pressure that mirrored the frantic pace of Fiyero’s bucking hips.
The combination was a total assault on Elphaba’s senses. She flew over the edge instantly. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream as Glinda’s unyielding thumb worked her. She thrashed in Fiyero’s lap, her body arching and shuddering as the hot fluid of her arousal suddenly erupted from her, soaking Glinda’s hands and splattering onto the floor beneath the chair. As she came, the air around them crackled, and one of the recently-repaired windows cracked with a loud snapping sound.
Fiyero of course could not last under such an onslaught. He gripped Elphaba’s waist and gave a half-dozen desperate, driving thrusts before his body went rigid and he surrendered to a white-hot peak that added to the mess she had made in her own climax. With a low groan, he collapsed panting back into the chair, his forehead resting against the nape of Elphaba’s neck.
For a long moment, the only sound in the kitchen was the ragged rhythm of their breathing. Elphaba lay draped over Fiyero, feeling their bodies cool a little though the tips of her fingers still pulsed with the echoes of magic her climax had accidentally summoned. As her vision cleared, she looked down at Glinda, who remained kneeling between her legs with her head pillowed on her thigh.
Glinda looked up with a dazed, adoration-filled expression, her own chest still heaving - clearly content to wait for her to recover before they moved. Elphaba, however, wasn't interested in waiting. She felt the surplus magic dancing under her skin, seeking a conductor. If she didn’t discharge it soon, she half-expected the wine bottle Fiyero had dropped earlier to shatter against the floorboards
With a soft, knowing smile, Elphaba leaned forward. Her hand snaked down to bridge the gap between them, catching Glinda’s chin for a brief second to lock their gazes. With a gentle but insistent tug, she drew Glinda upward until she was standing between her parted knees.
Elphaba’s hand slid home, her fingers instantly finding the slick, aching center of Glinda’s heat. At the first touch, a low hum vibrated through Elphaba’s palm - a spark of magic that buzzed against Glinda's skin and made her cry out and move to brace a palm on Fiyero’s shoulder. As Elphaba’s thumb began to swirl with firm, rhythmic pressure, she felt the static tension leave her bones, flowing and pouring directly into that hypersensitive point.
Glinda’s back snapped straight. A high, broken cry tore from her throat as her body, already highly sensitized, was immediately wracked by a violent climax. It wasn't a gradual ascent; it was a sudden, violent flooding of her senses that left her gasping and shaking. She let out a final, shuddering moan as her forehead dropped against Elphaba’s, her limbs turning to water while the last of Elphaba’s static pulse flickered through her skin.
“There,” Elphaba whispered, her voice raspy and thick with a pride she didn't try to hide. She lingered there, enjoying feeling the aftershocks beneath her hand. “Mine. Both of you.”
The heavy, sweet exhaustion of the day finally began to pull at them. Elphaba turned to look at the long, dark hallway beyond the kitchen door and decided she didn't have the strength for the stairs. Closing her eyes, she leaned her forehead back against Glinda’s, centering herself on the two people who were her entire world, and murmured a short, melodic string of the strange Ancient Vinkan language only she knew.
There was a sudden rush of air and the sharp scent of ozone. In a blink, the hard wooden chair vanished. They tumbled together onto the massive, silk-covered mattress of their bedroom. The heavy velvet curtains were already drawn, and the fireplace immediately flickered to life with Elphaba’s strange magical fire.
They landed in a tangled heap - Fiyero on his back, Elphaba sprawled across him, and Glinda tucked into the crook of Elphaba’s side. For a long minute, no one moved. The only sound was the crackle of the flames and the heavy thrum in their ears of hearts steadily slowing down. The air in the room was warm and still, tinged with the fire, the scent of lavender from the bedside flowers, and the fading echoes of sex still lingering on them.
"Everyone still in their bodies?" Fiyero’s voice vibrated against Elphaba’s chest.
“Mostly,” Glinda whimpered happily, nuzzling into Elphaba's shoulder. “Though I think my Elphaba may have fucked my brains right out of my head.” She paused, a look of concern crossing her face as she peeked up at Fiyero. “Sorry, dearest. Is that a sensitive topic?”
Fiyero just laughed, catching Glinda’s hand to kiss her knuckles - taking the opportunity to lick the lingering echoes of Elphaba’s taste off her fingers.
Elphaba didn't say anything. She simply adjusted her hold, pinning them both to the mattress with the heavy, contented weight of her limbs. The possessive fire in her blood had cooled into a deep, aching affection, but her gaze was starting to drift, her pupils still blown wide and dark.
"I’m sorry," she murmured, finally lifting her head. She looked at Glinda, noticing the flush on her cheeks and the litter of love-bites from their frantic encounter on the kitchen table. An unhappy frown was at her lips. "I think all of that was... a bit much."
Glinda snorted in a delightfully unladylike way. “Feel free to be ‘a bit much’ with me any time, Elphie. I’m quite fond of being your favorite indulgence.”
Fiyero shifted beneath them, his arms encircling both to pull them all into a tangled knot of limbs in the center of the bed. "Seconding that vote of confidence. Just for the record.” He started to extract himself, likely to find a towel to clean the evidence of their night from Elphaba’s skin, but her hand shot out, pressing flat against his chest.
"Stay," she whispered. She draped herself more fully over him, hooking a leg over Glinda’s hip.
Glinda hummed, leaning into the contact. "Still feeling a little possessive, Elphie? You’re adorable when you’re like this."
Elphaba leaned down, pressing her lips to the pulse point in Fiyero’s neck until he let out a shaky breath. She turned her attention to Glinda, her movements slow and syrupy, suckling at her shoulder until Glinda was squirming. "Watching him with his hands all over you earlier..." Elphaba’s voice trailed off, sounding dazed. "It made me want to tie you both to this bed so you can never leave."
"That sounds fun," Fiyero said lightly. “Though probably a game for when Glin stops walking funny - I don’t think she can handle your possessive streak more than once a week, my Fae.” His fingers tangled in the dark mass of Elphaba’s hair, gently tilting her head up so he could give her a long, sweet kiss that seemed to make Elphaba’s entire body go slack.
Elphaba let out a small sound as he finally broke away. With a lazy, almost accidental flick of her fingers, the bedside table was suddenly laden with a basin of steaming water, linens, the wine bottle (unshattered), and - to their surprise - the crushed lemon cakes Fiyero had dropped, now magically restored on a plate.
Sensing a shift in the energy, Fiyero turned his attention to Glinda first. He handed her a cake and used a warm cloth to clean her with meticulous care, mindful of the sensitivity where she had been used hard against the table.
"You okay, Glin?" he asked softly. "Not too sore?"
"Just the right amount," Glinda breathed, letting her eyes close as the warmth of the cloth soothed her.
Once she felt human again, Glinda sat up, reaching for another cake and sighing at the pleasant ache of her muscles. She looked over at where Elphaba was splayed out on the duvet, unusually still.
“Elphie, it’s your turn now. You might have worked me over but I’m not the one sitting around with somebody else’s bodily fluids in me.” She wrinkled her nose in mild horror, forever baffled by her lovers’ preference for admiring the messy evidence of their coupling. “It's going to get sticky, especially with the way you - Elphaba?”
Elphaba was not responding. She lay boneless against the pillows, her emerald skin glowing in the firelight. Her eyes were open, but they were fixed on a point far beyond the ceiling, staring into a middle distance only she could see.
Glinda’s smile faded into soft realization. She crawled to the center of the bed, touching Elphaba’s cheek. There was a slight tremor there.
"Oh, Elphie," she whispered. "You've gone and floated right away from us, haven't you?"
Elphaba stirred weakly, her hand fumbling to find Glinda's knee. Her voice was small and distant. "I was... too rough. Earlier. On the table. Glinda, I should have... I didn't check enough if..."
“Hush, my darling," Glinda interrupted softly, leaning in to press a firm, grounding kiss to Elphaba’s cheek. "I’m perfectly well. You didn't do anything I wasn't begging for. Look at me."
Elphaba’s eyes struggled to focus, drifting aimlessly before finally settling on Glinda. They were hazy.
"See?" Glinda smiled, taking Elphaba’s hand and pressing it to her own heart. "I'm right here. I'm safe, and I'm happy. It’s you we need to bring back to earth.”
Elphaba just hummed, a soft, vibrating sound in her throat, and let her eyes drift shut with a long, shuddering sigh. Fiyero frowned and straightened slowly, crawling closer to them.
"Fae?" he murmured, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "Hey. You still in there, lovely?"
Her eyelashes fluttered. A faint, languid smile touched her lips. "I can hear you," she breathed. “Just hovering.”
Fiyero smiled, relieved to hear her voice. "That’s alright," he murmured, tucking her hair back behind her ear. "You can hover for a bit. Just stay right there. We’re going to get you cleaned up and comfortable."
Fiyero and Glinda shared a wordless look, then Glinda shifted beside Elphaba, curling around her lover wrapping her arms around her middle, Fiyero moved to the foot of the bed. He handled Elphaba’s legs with practiced care, parting them slowly to reveal the slick, glistening evidence of both of their climaxes.
It was a position that might have made her a little embarrassed in her usual state, but Elphaba just let out a long, happy sigh, her head lolling back against Glinda’s shoulder. The physical sensation of the warm cloth cleaning her up seemed to tether her, pulling her down from whatever ethereal height she had reached. Glinda leaned down, her golden hair spilling, and began to press soft, lingering kisses to the side of Elphaba’s neck. "There we go," she whispered, her hands splayed flat over Elphaba’s stomach to provide a steady, weighted pressure. "Feel that? We've got you. You're right here in the center of the bed."
Once she was clean, Fiyero didn't immediately pull away. He draped a dry, warm towel over her lap, letting his hands rest over her knees for a moment to offer his own grounding weight. He looked up to find Elphaba watching him, her gaze finally clear, though still thick with the remnants of her exhaustion. She smiled with almost startling affection at him as her fingers traced an idle pattern along Glinda’s arm.
"Welcome back, love," Fiyero teased softly, though his eyes remained soft and concerned. He crawled back up the bed to join them, tucking himself into the space at Elphaba’s side so they could sandwich her between them. Elphaba didn't speak. She just leaned toward him, paused just long enough to brush her nose against his cheek, and then kissed him - warm, sweet and unhurried. Her hand curled at his shoulder.
When she pulled back, her brow furrowed with a sudden, lingering flicker of her usual guilt. That, at least, was painfully familiar to them. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I should be taking care of you two, not the other way around.”
“Elphaba Thropp,” Glinda said, voice warm but firm, poking gently at her ribs, “if you apologize one more time - especially for letting us love you - I’m going to be very cross.” She poked her again. "You and you let us give a little bit back. It’s a rotation, dearest. You’re the boss until you aren’t, and then you’re just ours."
Elphaba let out a tiny, defeated huff that quickly melted into a smile. The last of her tension seemed to drain away “Fine," she said, tucking her head under Glinda's chin and reaching out to find Fiyero’s hand, threading their fingers together. "I surrender. But don’t expect me to be this obliging of you two’s philosophies tomorrow.”
“We’d be disappointed if you were,” Fiyero murmured, pulling the blankets up around them.
The fire had burned down to embers, the room steeped in warmth and quiet. Wrapped together, grounded and safe, the three of them drifted into sleep - dreaming of lemon cakes, spilled wine, and the easy certainty of waking up exactly where they belonged.