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Everything was warm. 

The blankets curled up at her chin, her nightdress clinging to her legs, the gentle sunlight flickering across her face. It was the pleasant kind of warm that wasn’t too stifling or heavy, just calm, encompassing heat.

Elphaba relished the feeling as she snuggled further into her pillow, drifting between sleep and wakefulness, lost in the edges of her dreams. It had been years and years since she could sleep, fully relax into rest without fear, the threat of being woken, the horrible nightmares, the numbing cold, the sounds of distant gunfire, and gruff commands. Living alone in the forest was peaceful, but as the days passed, she knew it was only a matter of time until the cloak of night allowed her to be captured.

Finally, she could sleep without pain, without worry, and she embraced the joy of waking up knowing she was safe and that she could rest for as long as she pleased.

Before long, Elphaba drifted back off into the warmth of sleep, sinking into that pleasant dream of hers. But maybe it wasn’t a dream. With the way things had been recently, she could hardly tell.

The only thing she could see clearly, vividly, feel tangibly and viscerally was Glinda.

Glinda Glinda Glinda,

Glinda's lips, Glinda's teeth, Glinda's tongue, Glinda's breasts, Glinda’s fingers. Warm and soft and safe and hers.

She now remembered why she was so motivated to keep sleeping, for the ache over her abdomen and thighs made the dream so clear it was not just a manifestation of sleep, more so, a memory from last night.

She had never been more ravished in her life. Though Fiyero would argue the fact, there was nothing quite like the fervor of Glinda when she was in pursuit of pleasure. She had always enjoyed making others happy, and when it came to Elphaba, there was a never-ending calvary of love, heat, and bliss to give.

So, it was no surprise to Elphaba that she was feeling sore and sedated this morning, recalling how Glinda brought her over the edge over and over and over all through the night.

But despite her exhaustion, something was nagging at her, pulling her from sleep.

Beyond the distant haze of half-sleep, half-wakefulness, there was movement, energy buzzing and bubbling, disturbing her from continuing her rest; she could feel it around her.

In the small bedroom in their cabin, Elphaba always kept the curtains open to let the light wake her at dawn, so she could rise in time with the earth, embrace the sun in ways she never could in all those years out in the forest, dreading the light of day, waiting for the comfort of the cloak of night. Now, she always sleeps closest to the window so she can feel it. But the odd thing stirring her restlessness was that the warm light she had come to expect was flickering strangely across her face. She could feel the gold light jumping across her eyes and spilling on the pillow in glowing dashes, painting vibrant orbs in her eyelids, then disappearing altogether.

As she lay there, Elphaba became aware of faint noises around her, voices hushed and frantic. Quiet hums, a sigh that bordered on a moan, stifled gasps, wet sounds of lips together. Perhaps she had begun to dream again, yearning for whatever interlude she would have next. As Elphaba embraced the next phase of this delightful dream, it only jolted her from the stillness of her dozing. She felt it crackling under her skin, as real as the heat that had filled her chest last night. Just when her body grew heavy and darkness shrouded her eyes, the muffled voices in her mind became sharper, closer, and she could no longer stay in the cradle of sleep.

“Shhhhhhh.”

“Oz, you feel so good, let me just-”

“Mmmm..uh…y-you know I haven’t-”

“I know, Gods…let me just- oh- that’s just it.”

She opened her eyes slowly, squinting in the light as it fluttered across her face, groaning as she felt the sleep urging her back into blackness. Elphaba tried her best to keep her eyes open, but she was suddenly fixated on the blurry movement in front of her.

As her eyes adjusted, Elphaba saw two figures locked in an embrace on the corner of the bed, on the other side of her feet, blocking her favorite window, casting moving shadows over the bed where the morning sun should lie, golden and warm.

Of course.

This was bound to happen, she supposed. 

It had been nearly two months now since they’d all reconnected. It was strange how it happened, fate carefully dealt by Lurline's hand. Glinda had been soliciting. She’d been doing a lot more of that in recent years. To be more down-to-earth, approachable, real, and tangible, a far cry from the Wizard’s leadership. She used the bubble less and less, only bringing it out for quick voyages or very special events. She would haul off to the far corners of Oz along with her trusted advisors and take stock in the villages. She attended town halls and school meetings, went to public libraries, and did more than just cut ribbons; she read to the children and adored humans and Animals alike. In the smaller towns, she would go door to door, talking with the townspeople like neighbors, friends, and got to know what put food on their tables, and learned what drove them, what ailed them, and what they saw in Oz’s future.

Glinda wasn’t supposed to see them. She truly wasn’t. But Glinda was persistent. And selfishly, she went into those remote villages, not only to keep an eye on things, but to be sure, absolutely sure, they were gone for good, well and truly erased from the Oz she was now responsible for. 

One of the Horses she’d traveled with had gone lame, and she was looking for a farmer who could help her along when she went round to an abandoned barn to find some hay for the poor thing she’d spotted them plain as day, together in the garden. The hat gave them away, naturally. Immediately, she dismissed her staff to return, claiming she had an urgent need to stay in the village, a diplomatic dispute she was sure only she could handle. They trusted her, thank Oz, and assured them she would be back within the week.

The reunion was more awkward than any of them cared to admit, but they could look on it fondly now. Glinda had cried for hours near the fireplace in their wicker chair, while they finally told her the truth, and all that had followed it. Those long hours gave way to confessions and arguments, and despite it all, they became exhausted of each other. Even still, time was short, and in three days she had gone, promising to make a trip soon.

The next time Glinda came to visit was the sweetest few nights Elphaba had ever known. Glinda had kissed her first, catching a tear that lingered on Elphaba’s cupid's bow, and suddenly, there was nothing more important than the air breathed between them. The days that followed, Fiyero eased off, allowing them space to explore and discover each other, learn what their love meant. He kept to himself those days, keeping house and fetching supplies, showing his support in understanding. Fiyero was just enthused that they had all found each other again; now it all seemed complete.

Elphaba was overjoyed, but as this was Glinda’s third visit, she worried about Fiyero and Glinda and all the space between them. It hadn’t been long ago; they were engaged to be wed, but now, of course, all that had changed. She could hardly remember if she’d even seen them kiss during her last visit, let alone show any affection towards each other. Not that they had to, but she felt responsible for ending their union, and felt it weighing on her when the three of them shared a bed. Fiyero and Glinda never snuggled too close, nor did they talk often to each other when the lights were out, and at least two of them were breathless.

Elphaba had silently wondered if the physical part of their relationship had died between them. Fiyero had never spoken of it, and she could only guess that in the time they were engaged, their suite had only grown colder, if they even shared one at all. She just assumed that they had settled into a gentle friendship that may deepen one day.

But what Elphaba saw now was a far cry from how strange they had been with each other these weeks. She knew this would come up eventually, but did not expect such an enthusiastic return to each other’s bodies.

She watched in quiet awe as they moved together, their combined silhouette blocking the window’s light, dappling the sun across the sheets as they shifted and parted, golden rays glowing on their skin, like Gods immortalized in some passionate painting she’d seen in a book she wasn’t allowed to read.  As she observed them on their knees, kissing like proper lovers, it felt like she was at Shiz all over again, walking in on a moment not meant for her.

As Elphaba saw the full picture of them, soft and flushed, and perfectly unaware, she began to understand what exactly was going on. Glinda was straddling Fiyero, steady and sure, letting her forehead rest on his shoulder as his hand disappeared under her nightgown. She watched her slender fingers tense on his neck, and the flex of Fiyero’s jaw as his mouth moved against her temple, their mouth gaping in unison to gasp at a sensation only they were feeling, murmuring senseless things.

Content and more than happy to let them enjoy themselves so early in the day, Elphaba rested her gaze on their forms as her eyelids grew heavy and her vision darkened once more. She couldn’t help the soft murmur that escaped her as she felt her body relax against their soft, heady sounds.

As she shifted and burrowed back into the blankets, everything stopped.

“Fiy-”

“Mmmm”

“Stop- she's awake.”

“Oh.” 

Elphaba opened her eyes again to see them a much more considerate distance apart, red and panting. They stared at her like they had been caught, eyes wide in panic.

“Morning Fae….um, you see we-

“Elphie, really, it's not what it looks like…….” 

Glinda struggled to find her words, staring down hopelessly at herself, all twisted in the sheets.

Elphaba smiled lazily, stretching out as she settled into the bed, “Well, don’t stop because of me.”

“Oh….well, I thought..” Glinda said quietly.

“What did you think, love?” Elphaba asked gently, rolling over to meet Glinda’s downcast eyes.

“Because…you and- Fiyero went with you…I didn’t. He’s not-I shouldn’t-” Glinda kept her head down, toying at the edge of her nightgown, curls falling golden over her face in the early light.

“Shouldn’t what?” 

Without warning, the tears came suddenly and fast, rolling down her cheeks and onto the linens, the sight only making her cry more.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be here. I’m not- I….I don’t deserve it. There's no way I can-” Her breath hitched, completely overcome by her emotions now.

“ I can’t take it back. What I did. I took so much…I….I have no right getting between you both. It's selfish.”

Elphaba reached forward, grasping her hand tightly. 

“None of that matters now, my sweet.”

“She's right.” Fiyero cleared his throat, reaching awkwardly to touch her knee.

“I wasn’t sure at first. But I see it now, Glinda. She wouldn’t have us here…together…if she didn't want us to love each other too.” He continued

“I just thought-” Glinda felt her throat tighten as her fingers shook.

“What you thought is years in the past, Glinda,” Fiyero added, tilting his head down to meet her lowered eyes.

Fiyero looked at Elphaba, and a silent conversation and a whisper of a smile passed between them. Elphaba squeezed Glinda’s hand, then leaned back down onto the pillow, hiding tears of her own. Fiyero scooted closer to Glinda, grasping her chin and pushing her hair out of her eyes.

“I love you-”

“I know that.”

“No, listen. I don’t just live with you, or share a bed, or a garden, or a lover with you, I love you.”

Glinda chuckled at that, tears falling again in place of words that would not come, but she met his eyes fully.

“However, you want to love me…how you choose to love me is more than okay with both of us. Right, Fae?”

“That’s right….and if I recall correctly, it was you who had the prior claim,” Elphaba said sleepily, her eyes nearly closed as she settled back in.

Glinda smiled, wide and bashful.

“I always said I wanted to marry him.” She reached up and touched his face, then, soft fingertips tracing the lines of his brows and jaw, he grasped her hand and kissed it, relishing the touch.

“I would have you know,” Fiyero said softly, kissing each fingertip.

“Married me?” Glinda asked softly.

“Mmmhmmm.” He grinned, bringing her palm to his cheek.

“Even with-”

“Even with.” He finished for her.

“Especially then. I wanted to be there for you. I never stopped caring for you. I just had to-” 

Fiyero was getting choked up now, too, pressing her palm into his lips to soften his trembling gasps.

“I had to find her. We couldn’t- I couldn’t go on or I would have-”

Glinda shuddered, bringing her other hand up to his racing heart.

Fiyero stopped himself before he could go on, knowing she had understood more than he could have possibly ever expressed before. He simply brought her hand from his lips to his chest, letting her feel him alive and resounding under both her hands.

“But it's alright now. It's alright. We're all here.” 

Glinda flung herself forward, collapsing into him, trembling as he wrapped her up in his arms.

Elphaba sat up fully, having perked up at the intensity of their conversation. “Glinda, sweet, please. It’s okay. No tears.”

“I’m sorry.” Glinda sniffed.

“Stop apologizing, and get on with it.” She reached over and traced her fingers soothingly down Glinda’s spine, watching her melt under the touch.

“Elphie, please.” Glinda giggled breathlessly, burrowing her face in the juncture of Fiyero’s neck and shoulder.

“What? You two were quite eager before I woke up, and now suddenly everything's gone mushy. Maybe I should just go back to bed then.” Elphaba said slyly.

“N-no! Stay up with us, please?” Glinda begged.

“Please, Fae?” Fiyero said, looking up at her with round eyes, resting his chin on a tuft of strawberry blonde.

Elpahba yawned and lay back down, but reached up at the headboard, fumbling for her glasses, fighting to get them on amidst the mussed hair around her face.

“Fine. Just….don’t be at it for too long.”

In the silence that followed, Fiyero stared over at Elphaba, who simply nodded in his direction. He then looked back at Glinda, who was holding her breath.

“Come here then,” Fiyero murmured, pulling back to take Glinda in.

“Gods, you’re beautiful.” He whispered, squeezing her shoulders.

“So are you.” Glinda smiled, reaching up to run her knuckles along his cheek.

Fiyero leaned down and put his lips to hers, groaning at the softness. She yielded instantly at his fervor, letting his tongue enter her parted lips just as they had done while Elphaba dozed, but now everything was so much warmer that they didn’t have to hide, that the spark between them wasn’t some passing moment existing in the quite morning when nothing felt real, and they would fall back asleep on separate sides of the bed, breathless and guilty. This was raw, open, and sweet. It had been years since they’d been able to be like this together, and suddenly it became apparent just how long it had been

Fiyero left her lips to suck at her neck, nipping and biting as he breathed in her scent, making her squirm deliciously in his arms.

“Mmm, lovely…so, so lovely”

Glinda gasped as she felt his hands palming roughly at her waist, pulling her firmly into his lap.

“She’s a catch, isn’t she?” 

 They both turned to see Elphaba staring at them, propped up on one elbow, resting her chin in her hand, a faint blush on her cheeks. 

“Mmm. I’d say so.” Fiyero said fondly, sighing into her hair as he snaked one hand beneath her nightdress.

“O-oh! Fi-ha! Wow…” Glinda stammered, jolting at his touch.

“Feels good?” He asked, teeth scraping at her ear.

“Yes….really-ah! Mmmm-mngood.” 

“Take off her nightdress,” Elphaba said lazily, but watching with keen eyes.

“Mmmmm…”

“Huh?” 

“Take it off.” She said more seriously, leaning over to nudge at Fiyero’s arm.

“Seems like you wanna come over here and take over.” Fiyero laughed, bringing one hand to the lace edge of Glinda’s gown, turning to look over at Elphaba while he lay open-mouthed kisses along pale skin.

“Oh no. Far too tired for that, I’m afraid. This is all you, Yero.” She grinned.

Elpahaba stared at them momentarily, taking in their tangled form, glowing against the rays of the still rising sun. She placed her hand over his, on Glinda’s gown.

“You need this. You both do, and I’m so glad you have this.”

Glinda turned her head to lay her cheek on Fiyero's shoulder, looking at Elphaba with a watery smile. Fiyero raised his eyebrow at her sudden tenderness. 

“But for Oz’s sake, she's gonna start whining soon if you don’t get that thing off.” 

Glinda laughed, loud and long, shifting up to help him get it up easier.

“Yes, ma’am,” Fiyero said resolutely, lifting it swiftly over her head.

When it was gone and tossed onto the floor, he brought her to him again, grinding shamelessly up into her, nuzzling into the valley of her chest, kissing reverently along her warm skin. 

“So good….you feel so good, Glinda”

“Mmmm….more,” Glinda whimpered into his chest, fisting her hands in his night shirt, tugging at it impatiently. 

“Patience, princess. Needy little thing, aren’t you?” He smirked against her skin, sucking wetly at one breast before leaning back to let her remove his shirt on her own. 

“Now, don’t be mean, Yero, she hasn’t had you in years. She's the sweetest when she's needy, you should remember that.” Elphaba said, leaning up to press a kiss to Glinda’s temple while taking the shirt from her.

“Is he making you feel good, my sweet?”

“Y-yes,” Glinda sighed, running her palms up and down his broad chest, moving in time with his hips beneath the sheets.

“That's wonderful, love. You look so, so pretty.”

“What about me?” Fiyero asked, watching with delight as Glinda shuddered at his touch, bringing one hand between them, reaching his other hand back towards Elphaba.

“Dashing as ever. You’d look even more divine if you took off your pants.” Elphaba squeezed his hand before bringing it to rest at Glinda’s waist.

“Would you like that, Glinda?”

“Oh yes, Elphie, oh please Fiyero-oh”

Together, Glinda and Fiyero worked to pull off his pants, while Elphaba moved the sheets back, exposing them to her completely.

Glinda moaned softly into Fiyero's mouth, grinding into his lap greedily, as he canted up into her hips, all but whining at the friction between their underthings. 

“You are so soft, Gods-oh mmmnghmm,” Fiyero murmured, lowering his mouth to suck once more at her breasts.

“And wet too.” 

Glinda mewled at that, burying her face in his shoulder. 

“You wanna take his fingers, huh?” Elphaba asked sweetly, running her hand through Glinda’s hair, scratching at her scalp.

Glinda nodded frantically, trying her best to keep Fiyero’s pace.

“Ask him, then.” 

“Fiyero, can I-”

“Yes-oh hells-” He started, reaching below the waistband of her underthings.

“Wait,” Elphaba said sternly beneath her smirk.

“W-what?” Fiyero asked desperately, running his hands anxiously along Glinda’s thighs, unable to control how his hips twitched below her still. 

“Foolhardy.” She said dryly.

“You didn’t even let her ask properly.” 

Elphaba kneeled at Glinda’s side, tracing her long fingers along her forehead and brushing mussed curls behind her ear.

“Go on, try again.”

“Can I have your fingers in me, please?” Glinda whispered, shuddering at Elphaba’s quiet hum in her ear, feeling her thumb pressing affectionately into the dip of her spine.

“Yes, I would love to do nothing more.” Fiyero sighed, exhaling in relief as he eased his hand beneath the fabric of Glinda’s underwear once more.

“Good boy. Now was that so hard?” 

Fiyero groaned into Glinda's skin, nuzzling into her neck as she gasped before him.

“No, just she's so soft, Fae.” 

“I know.” 

Elphaba lay back down, tucking a portion of the sheet over her as she got cozy, yawning into her hand.

“Show me how you can take care of her. Don’t make me sit up again.”

She snuggled further into the bed, giving Glinda’s leg a squeeze before curling up, watching.

“Is this alright?” Fiyero asked, teasing two fingers at her entrance as she straddled him. 

“Y-yes-mmnnnghf,” Glinda moaned, rocking against his hand as he breached her.

Elphaba observed them through hooded eyes, drinking in their forms moving in time above her, relishing the quiet, awed sounds they made as Fiyero began to touch her properly.

“Oh, Fi,” Glinda wined, winding her arms around his neck for balance.

“Gods, you’re tense,” Fiyero murmured, fucking her slowly with his fingers.

“You’re all worked up, huh? You really need this, don’t you?” He said, sucking at her neck, biting and licking in time with his movements.

Glinda whimpered in response, tugging at his hair, eyes shut tight.

“Or maybe Elphaba just doesn’t stretch you well enough, hmm?” 

“You can take that back this instant, Tigelaar.” Came Elphaba’s voice at their side, still lying back against the pillows, tired eyes peering over her glasses.

“Don’t be so cocky. When you were out on your evening hike last night, she was begging me to put four in her, but she finished before I could get to it. She gave me quite a proper reward after that.” She continued. 

“Elphie!” Glinda shrieked, hips stuttering in shock and arousal all at once, falling hopelessly into Fiyero's chest at the intensity.

“I’m only looking out for you, my sweet. I wouldn’t want to leave you wanting, you know how you get.” 

Fiyero paused, stopping abruptly to bring his fingers to his lips, sucking on them obscenely before his lovers, never breaking Glinda’s gaze. 

“Lie down, and take those off for me.”  He said, nodding at her underthings.

Glinda nodded, taking off her underthings quickly, flushing all over. She lay back across the bed, blinking up at him.

“Now that's more comfortable, isn't it?” Fiyero crooned.

“Mmm,” Glinda managed, panting in anticipation. 

Fiyero leaned down to lavish kisses upon her neck as he snaked his hand between them, working at her with his fingers once more, using his other hand to urge her hips in time with his wrist. 

“There we are, sweet girl, that's it, let's get you open for me.” 

“Oh Fiyero…you’re….oh! That’s-mmm” 

As she writhed beneath him, Glinda turned her head to face Elphaba, who was curled at her side, blinking sleepily at her.

“Feels good?” Elphaba asked softly, leaning over to place a soft kiss on her forehead, hands ghosting her curves before retreating.

“Yeah. So, so good.” Glinda sighed.

“I’m glad. You remember how she likes it, don’t you, Yero?” Elphaba asked.

“If you're going to question me, why don’t you come over here and show me?” He groaned, pressing open-mouth kisses to the top of Glinda’s chest.

“No need to be feisty. I just want to be sure you’ll be thorough.”

“That,” Fiyero said, removing his fingers as he kissed fiercely down her chest, then her stomach, hips, and then-

“You can be sure of.” He breathed, bringing his lips down to suck wantonly at Glinda’s center.

“Oooooo….. Mnnngh. Elphie-oh my- he’s- oh!”

“Thorough indeed,” Elphaba said, scooting back to allow them more bedspace as Fiyero pressed her legs open with his palms, rutting his hips into the mattress even as he worked her over with his lips and tongue, drawing unintelligible sounds from Glinda’s lips.

“Ah, ah, Fi! Ohmmmmughnn. I-I-can’t! It's so-ah!”

Glinda yelped in surprise as he returned his fingers to her, jerkingly helpless against his mouth as the added pressure inside as he sucked at her relentlessly. 

“Oh Gods, I can’t breathe-oh-oh-oh-mmmnghfOh!”  She keened, thrashing about beneath him, clutching desperately at his hair with every deep stroke of his tongue.

“How does she taste?” Elphaba asked, bringing her foot over to rub tenderly at Fiyero's calf, pulling him out of the haze of Glinda’s pleasure.

Fiyero rose to look over at Glinda, cheeks red and mouth wet. Glinda whimpered as he parted from her core, squirming helplessly as he continued with his fingers inside her, slowing down as he admired her ravaged state before him, before turning back to Elphaba, lounging beside them.

“Like honey. Just as I remember.” Fiyero wasted no time returning to his task, his hips twitching against the mattress at the pitiful sound she made when he returned. 

As Fiyero pumped his fingers in time with the rhythm of his mouth, Glinda was completely losing herself, whining and babbling beneath him, gone. 

“mmmugnnnn - ah- so good..don’t stop, please, Fi…Fi…Fi…ahhhh!”

“Gods, I love it when she gets like that.” Elphaba sighed, shifting subtly under the heat of their exchange, closing her eyes for a moment to drink in the erotic sounds carrying in the small bedroom. 

“Mmmmgnfhffff” Fiyero moaned in response, muffled by slick skin.

“I know. You love it too, Yero. Show her how much.”

Fiyero reached up and grabbed the back of Glinda’s thigh, throwing her leg over his shoulder, nuzzling deeper at her core, bringing his hand down to part her folds, letting his tongue swipe over her exposed clit.

“ Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Fi!Fifififiifmmmughn I-I-I’m-unghhhhh….”

Elpahba watched with rapt attention, keeping quiet while they continued, trembling wildly together. She could see tears flowing down Glinda’s cheeks, even as she bucked her hips shamelessly into his mouth. Fiyero too was just as overcome, groaning against her flesh, his jaw moving lavaciously over her, muscles taught and twitching as he held himself over her. 

“You’re so close, aren’t you, sweet?” Elphaba asked, grinning over at Glinda, who could only nod in response, gasping and shuddering.

“Come on. Let go for us. Let him get you there.”

“Oh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” Glinda’s cries grew louder as Fiyero increased the speed of his fingers, rubbing rough circles with his palm over her inner thigh with his free hand, offering encouragement with the firm suction of his lips, swallowing his own whimpers with the sure strokes of his tongue.

Suddenly, Glinda cried out long and loud, rutting her hips desperately against Fiyero's face, gripping his hair as she quivered violently, guttural groans slipping past her lips as her release overtook her.

Fiyero slowly backed off, kissing her sensitive skin reverently before sitting up, slowly removing his fingers from her. He soothed his hands up and down her legs, her stomach, watching her heaving chest with wild eyes. 

“She comes so pretty, doesn’t she, Yero?” Elphaba mused, wiping a tear from Glinda’s flushed face with her thumb, dragging her fingers lightly over her brow bone, damp with sweat.

“That she does. It’s a shame I couldn’t see it with my head between her thighs.”

“Thank Oz, she’s loud about it.”

Glinda whimpered, blushing and burrowing her head into the pillow.

“Nothing to be ashamed of, love, just helps us know we did a good job.” 

“She’s right,” Fiyero said, kissing his way up her body, lingering at the spot between her neck and shoulder.

“It's terribly arousing.” 

“Terribly,” Elphaba agreed, bringing her lips to the other side of her neck, sucking gently under Glinda’s jaw.

Glinda wriggled under the dual attention, panting and whimpering, hands fisted in the sheets, murmuring weakly. 

“Are you alright?” Fiyero asked, nosing at Glinda’s cheek, placing a grounding hand under her ribs.

“Mmmm.” 

“Words, Glinda.” Elphaba coaxed gently, leaning back to study her face, coiling a golden curl around her slender finger.

“I’m alright, truly,” Glinda assured them, letting her gaze drift to her two lovers, kissing Elphaba's nose meekly, before turning to Fiyero, who leaned down to offer her a startlingly chaste kiss.

“You always take them so hard, don’t you?” Elphaba said fondly, still playing with her hair.

“Oh, Fae, you should have seen her when we would-”

“Fiyero! Please, it's too much.” Glinda cried weakly, swatting at him even as she trembled beneath his palm, squeezing lazily over her breast.

“Not for me, not for us,” Elphaba said, gently turning Glinda’s head to face her, pressing their foreheads together. 

“Oh, Elphie I-” Glinda was overtaken with emotion then, blinking out tears that spilled down her round cheekbones, catching on her dimples as they trailed down to rest in her pillow, 

“Do you want to stop?” 

“No! No…” 

Glinda giggled, sniffling all the way through.

“I’m just so happy right now.” 

“That’s wonderful, sweet girl,” Elphaba said, wiping the last of her tears with the corner of the sheet before rolling onto her back, still propped up against the headboard.

“I missed you so much,” Fiyero added, hovering over her with shimmering eyes.

“Just…just kiss me again, please,” Glinda whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck to bring his lips down to hers.

And off they went, kissing each other properly, lips parting in unison as their fervor grew, gasping together as Fiyero rolled his hips against her, showing her just how much she had affected him.

“Get the oil, Fae.” Fiyero groaned, grinding into her desperately while he palmed roughly at her breasts. 

“Please.”

“Oil?” Glinda asked, staring up at Fiyero as he began to remove his underwear.

“We’ve never used oil.”

“You’ve never asked,” Fiyero said, watching Elphaba anxiously as she searched for the oil in a drawer beside the bed.

“I didn’t know how long it had been since you’ve….or if there’s been anyone else.” 

“No, no one. Just-only you.” Glinda said, trying her best not to stare at him, hard and proud, hovering above her.

“Oh my, have you forgotten me?” Elphaba said impishly, handing the bottle to Fiyero, pulling a face in Glinda’s direction. 

“N-no! Of course not. Just- um, you don’t have his….attributes.” Glinda blushed, unable to keep her gaze off him.

“I know love, only teasing. He’s rather a lot to take in, isn't he?” 

Fiyero puffed at that, a low moan rumbling in his chest as he rubbed the oil in his palms, slicking himself with it above a trembling Glinda.

“Here.” He said, guiding her legs apart so he could put the oil where she needed it most, the wet sound of it making him tense.

“Do you want him to take you?” Elphaba asked, even as he lined himself up eagerly, nudging but not pushing.

“Yes-oh-oh yes. I want him, please.” Glinda whined, rubbing her legs impatiently across the sheets.

“Legs up then.” Fiyero encouraged, gripping each thigh to bring her legs up around his hips so she was snug against him.

“Nice and cozy.”  

Glinda mewled at the closeness of it, burying her face in his chest, as he teased her with a shift of his hips.

“Go on,” Elphaba whispered, her hips twitching at the heat of it all, breathing deeply to dampen her excitement. 

Fiyero gently cradled her head, pushing it back out against the pillow so he could see her eyes.

“Breathe with me.” Fiyero sighed, watching her shoulders fall before, releasing a long breath as he pushed slowly into her, groaning shamelessly at the warmth that enveloped him.

“Oh Gods-” 

“Fiyero”

“Glinda-fuck-you feel-”

“Are you all the way in yet?” Elphaba’s goading voice came from the side.

“No-not yet shes-she’s so tight, Fae, so tight,” Fiyero replied, quivering with his restraint.

“Oh, I know. Does it hurt?”

“No…Elphie, it's just… full.” Glinda whimpered, pressing her feet restlessly into his back, moaning softly as it brought him further in.

“That’s good. Just keep breathing through it. Let him in.” 

Pressed into his chest, Glinda took deep breaths in time with him, small hands gripping his shoulders as he eased further in, murmuring breathless, incoherent sounds.

“mmmFi-y-yesmmmughf-ah”

Fiyero stilled when he reached the hilt, panting at the feel of her. He pulled back to catch her eyes again, gathering her cheek in one hand.

“Oh,” Glinda said in awe, running a hand through his hair, grounding herself in the thickness of the strands in her fingertips.

Elphaba watched them, bursting with another brazen remark, biting her tongue as the urge nearly overtook her. She sat back with a sigh, watching them gaze at each other in private, reverent understanding.

Even still, she did not go unnoticed.

“Did you know he was my first, Elphie?” Glinda asked softly, her eyes never leaving Fiyero’s. 

“You’d never said back at Shiz,” Elphaba said, breathless, on edge at the sudden delicacy of the conversation.

“Yes, it was him. Then you were gone.” Glinda continued looking up into Fiyero’s eyes, reaching up with her other hand to hold his face just as he held hers.

“Not anymore,” Fiyero said, looking down at her with wet eyes, bringing his hand from her face to her hand, where it rested against his cheek. 

“Not anymore,” He repeated, moving in her again with slow, thick strokes, showing her just how present he was.

Glinda jerked, sighing beneath him.

“And now I get to have you, too, Elphie,” Glinda said, looking over at Elphaba, hovering even closer now.

“There will never be anyone else,” Elphaba added fiercely, putting her hand over Glinda’s, all three of their hands connected over Fiyero’s jaw. 

“Never,” Fiyero said, moving a little faster now, leaning down to show Glinda the heat in his eyes, before sucking the sensitive skin behind her ear, the movement making their hands fall away, letting Fiyero dig his palms fervidly beneath her ribs, bringing her as close as possible.

Glinda held onto him tighter, moaning sharply in the back of her throat, her high-pitched sounds nearly buried by his impassioned grunts at her ear.

Elphaba moved off then, giving them the space and the time to rediscover the pleasure they found in one another. She felt herself lulled into that sleepy place, the warmth and solace emanating from their coupling relaxing her into the mattress, fighting with sleep even as the bedsprings began to sing. 

None of them spoke for a while. Glinda and Fiyero were beyond words in their indulgences of each other, while Elphaba remained drowsy at their side, blinking alert at the occasional gasping moan, startled at the sound, and the ardor that came with it. Soon enough, Elphaba grew restless, having determined they were falling back into a rhythm of their own, and well on their way to finishing, and having the whole thing be over with for the morning. But Elphaba was never one to rush through anything, especially when it could be savored.

“No.” She said flatly, raising her brows at the pair. 

“Ohh-shit- N-no?” Fiyero asked, his hips stuttering at her severe tone, groaning as Glinda shifted her hips eagerly against his as he slowed his movement. 

“No. Stop. I want Glinda on top.”  Elphaba said.

“Elphie-what?” Glinda asked, dazed, her hair falling wildly about her face, in her exertion. 

“I said, I want you on top. I wanna see you ride him.”  Elphaba said, sitting up on her knees, towering over their joined form, her dark hair creating a temporary shadow over her face.

“But we're so comfy like this,” Glinda whined impetuously, pouting over Fiyero’s shoulder at her.

“Yes, very comfy.” Fiyero agreed, leaning down to suck at one of Glinda’s breasts, earning a soft shudder beneath him.

“I don’t care. I want to see how my sweet takes cock.”

“Elphie, that's naughty!” Glinda gasped.

“Well, I’ve been told I’m a little wicked,” Elphaba smirked.

“Yes, you are.” Fiyero sighed, keening with frustration as he held himself back, remaining steady above Glinda.

“Move,” Elphaba ordered, bringing her sharp nails upon Fiyero's broad back, watching five thick, red lines appear as she ran them ruthlessly down his spine towards his backside.

Fiyero whimpered at that, quivering under the rough attention of her hand.

“Oh Gods!- Yes, fine- just-” And in an instant, Fiyero flipped them over, lying out on his back with Glinda clinging to his chest, both groaning at the depth of the position.

“Ohhhhh-oh. Mmmmm.” Glinda nuzzled into his chest, pressing her nose into the soft skin.

“That's nice.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Uh huh.” 

“Glinda, sweet, you should try moving,” Elphaba said, leaning over to press a kiss to her shoulder, teething at the skin and moving Glinda’s hair back behind one ear.

“I almost feel bad for him down there. I can’t imagine how wound up he must be beneath you. I envy him.” 

“You have no idea, Fae.” Fiyero hissed, running his palms along Glinda’s back, squeezing her hips to encourage her.

“Oh, I’ve some idea. She wouldn’t let me be last night. Nearly came from the sight of her, not to mention what her fingers were doing. I’m shocked she's not too worn out.” Elphaba said, continuing to kiss at Glinda’s neck and shoulder, nibbling at her skin.

“Well, you know our Glinda, she wants what she wants.” Fiyero laughed, encouraging Glinda to sit up on him. 

“Come on then. Make yourself feel good on me. I’ll guide you, move with my hands.” 

Glinda gripped his shoulders, moving her hips gently up and down in time with his hands, gasping softly.

“That's it. So lovely.” Fiyero said.

“Oh, Oz,” Glinda moaned, pressing on his chest, raising herself on shaky arms to sit up fully on him.

“There we are-ohhhhh- isn’t she lovely?” Fiyero groaned, thrusting gently up into her, admiring how her body moved above him, sweaty skin shimmering in the morning sun.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Glinda, so perfect for us,”  Elphaba said, heat spreading through her, as she lay down, letting herself take in Fiyero’s view of her at their side.

“Ah!-MMhmmmmugh-oh, oh, oh….so deep, Elphie he’s- ahhhhhhh” 

“You’re doing so well, Glinda. Fuck yourself on him, just like that. Such a pretty girl.”

Glinda began to move faster now, rocking her hips forward while he took control of the thrusts, pushing up into her at a steady pace, hitting that sensitive spot inside her that had her crying out with each wet slap of skin, dropping her head in pleasure. 

Fiyero stared up at her, jaw slack, his eyes settling on the valley of her breasts where her sweat gathered temptingly against the movement of her chest. He groaned at the sight, rutting up into her. He sat up quickly to ground himself, bringing his chest flush to hers, kissing her fiercely as he brought her more firmly in his lap, making her whimper into his mouth.

He trailed his lips down to her chest, licking and sucking between her breasts, squeezing supple flesh as he mouthed at the skin. “Oh, darling-yes, just like that. So perfect for me. Let me have it.” 

Glinda struggled to keep her composure above him, the attention inside her and at her breasts, making her huff and groan sweetly, murmuring into his hair. 

“So-so good-Fi-I-I can’t…ohhhhmmmm-too much” 

“Moan for us, Glinda,” Elphaba said, bringing a warm hand to her thigh, squeezing and kneading her taut muscle there. 

“Ohhhhhhh-my its-its-its-ah!” 

“You don't have to speak. Just let it out.” Elphaba said gently.

“I wanna hear you. I wanna know how good it is.” Fiyero whispered, looking up into her hazy eyes, watching her mouth fall open as he changed the rhythm, finding that place inside her with frantic intention. 

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhhohhhhhhhugh!” 

“That’s it, Glinda, keep going. Let us take care of you.” Elphaba said, running her hand up along her side, teasing the sensitive skin above her ribs.

“You look so good up there, you take him so sweet like this.”

Glinda moaned in response, her fingernails scraping up and down his back as she rocked forward, leaving faint marks next to Elphaba’s.

“How does she feel, Yero?” Elphaba asked, biting teasingly at his shoulder.

“She’s everything Fae, so warm and-” His words caught as Glinda squeezed helplessly around him at the praise.

“Ohhhhh Gods, she’s so perfect, so wet. I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Take control of her pace, then. Pin her hands, that’s what I always do when she's getting too needy. Makes us both last longer.”  Elphiaba said, ever practical, gently encouraging Glinda to loosen her fingers gripping tightly around his back.  

“Are you ready to come yet?”

Glinda shook her head, pouting as she moved above him, struggling now as Fiyero brought her wrists together behind her.

“Let him keep your hands there, love. I promise it's gonna feel so good. Don’t fight it. All you have to do his keep moving, alright? Go slow, he likes that.” 

“O-okay. I-”

“Shhhhhhhh. Don’t worry about anything. We're right here, love. Just feel it.”

Glinda moved cautiously atop him, overwhelmed by sensation and her lack of balance, falling forward into Fiyero, pressing her forehead into his shoulder for purchase as she rocked into him, grinding her clit into the hard muscle of his abdomen. 

“Mmmmmmghmmmnnnnn.” Glinda moved fervently against the friction, whining into his skin.

He wrapped one arm around her middle, holding her upright, relieving her of the pressure and letting him take full advantage of her torso above his face, pressing his mouth into her breasts, letting his lips travel along her chest, keeping his other hand steady on her wrists.

“That's it, don’t hold back now…such a pretty girl- ahh- get all worked up in my lap for me.” Fiyero crooned in between greedy passes of his mouth over her chest.

“Arch your back just a bit more,” Elphaba said, pressing her palm to Glinda’s spine, smirking as she followed the direction, and the subsequent groan from Fiyero that followed as she pushed her tits into his mouth.  

“Slow down. Don’t force it.” Elphaba lowered her hand to wrap around Fiyero’s behind Glinda’s back, pulling her arms down with more force, watching her twitch at the feeling of being bound by both of them at once.

“This is yours, Glinda, he’s yours. Let it take over. You don’t have to chase it; the pleasure belongs to you.”

Glinda moaned deep in her throat as she adjusted her pace, looking down to watch as Fiyero’s hips rocked up into hers, matching the pace, seeing the raw evidence below her of him going slowly, obscenely in and out of her. 

With no help from her hands to steady her, no defense to hide her face, she gasped openly, indecently, watching their coupling with fierce intent to keep time with him, to feel the pressure spreading through her at a frightening speed. Tears spilled down her cheeks suddenly, letting them fall onto Fiyero’s forehead as she squeezed her eyes shut, overwhelmed, shaking. 

“Breathe, Glinda. Breathe. Breathe with him. Let him build you up; you can take it.” 

Glinda nodded, head lolling into his temple as she breathed, listening to the sharp inhales through his nose, grunting and sighing with him when he exhaled. She stopped moving altogether, feeling her body jerk upwards with each thrust as she just took it, focusing solely on the air going in and out of her lungs, matching it with Fiyero's ragged breaths. 

As she breathed, the sensation only grew, blooming pleasure at her belly, making her pule and moan uncontrollably every time his hips connected with hers, stroking that spot inside her again, again, again. The wet sounds that followed only made the feelings sharper, blushing even while she writhed in ecstasy, completely gone to it. When it became too much, Glinda finally began to grind down on him, using his deep cries as a guide for her rhythm, following his sounds rumbling against her flesh. 

Glinda, too, could no longer keep her sounds regulated, bellowing from her chest with each deep thrust, breath catching, leaving her cries squeaky and vulgar with every inhale. She fought against the tight grip on her hands, pushing her chest into Fiyero’s mouth, desperate for closeness. He seemed to understand and squeezed the arm that was around her abdomen, murmuring into her skin.

“Fuck-oh!” Glinda shouted, bashful and lewd all at once, no longer cognisant of her functions anymore, completely overpowered by her pleasure. 

Elphaba kept her hand gently pressed over Fiyero’s, watching in tired amusement as Glinda fell deeper into rapture. She snuck up behind her, resting her chin on Glinda's shoulder, looking down at Fiyero’s worshiping form at Glinda's chest. 

“That's it. You just let him love you.” She sighed, sleepiness growing despite the heated skin beneath her.

“Get yourself real close, and just come when you’re ready. We're right here.” 

Feeling her chin grow heavy at Glinda’s back, she moved off again to settle down into the pillows, clutching hard over their wrists before releasing.

“Keep her like that, Fiyero. Don’t stop, she's almost there, don’t you feel it?” Elphaba asked, stretching lasciviously over the bed. 

“Mmmmmm.” Fiyero hummed, trailing biting kisses up Glinda’s sternum.

“She’s clenching me so tight, Fae. It’s unreal.” 

“She squeezes so deliciously, doesn't she?” Elphaba said, clawing once more at Fiyero's back to see him shiver above her while she lounged beside them.

“Oh Gods, she feels like heaven.” Fiyero agreed, thrusting more vigorously now, panting harshly against her flushed skin, fighting his own release. 

Glinda squealed at the praising, watching her sweaty stomach moving against his, matching him thrust for thrust.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhh-”

She just couldn't help it now, Glinda was theirs, a victim to their attention, hurdling towards the inescapable high she felt cresting at her center. 

“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseoh-ohoh-pleaspleasplease-Gods-please-”

“Shhhhhhhhhh. Just let go. Let yourself come, you’re so close.” Elphaba said gently, watching her, enamoured and proud. 

“Come on, Glinda. Come right on my cock. You can do it.” Fiyero said, rallying her with a harsh bite at her neck.

“You want him to come inside you? That would feel nice and warm and full, hmmm? I bet he wants to, right, Yero? That’s gonna feel so good, huh?” Elphaba added knowingly, reaching over to rub her hand warmly along the curve of Glinda’s rear, watching her buck and tense.

“Yesyesyesyes-I-I-I want it-I want him to-I want-” 

“Don’t want Glinda. This is yours. Take it, have it.” 

“I-I-I’m-oh Fi-Elphie I’m gonna-gonna-gon-”

Glinda was wild now, animal. Moving with all she had, grinding and rocking with all her might. Each press of her hips made Fiyero cry out below her, as he succumbed to the raw beauty of her pleasure. 

There was only one thing Elphaba could say.

“Come for us, Glinda.”

And she did, long, loud. Stuttering, shaking, and crying. Slamming her hips into Fiyeros as she fluttered wildly about him, drawing coarse sounds from his throat. She pulsed and whined, screaming into his hair as she climaxed in wave after wave of euphoria. 

“G-Glinda-Ohhhh fuck- can-can I?” Fiyero asked, rutting hoplessly into her. Holding on the edge by sheer force of will and the rapturous distraction of her release.

“Yes-please-Fi-Fiyero yes! I want to feel it.” Glinda cried as her body convulsed against him.

Fiyero groaned savagely against her chest, losing all restraint as her body spasmed above him, her desperate pleas sending him into blissful relief. Gripping tight at her wrists, he pounded up into her, pouring all of his love, devotion, and desire into her as he finally let go, hot pulses making her twitch and mewl atop him, still riding out her orgasm. 

“Shit-Gods Glinda your so-ahhhhh-that’s it—pretty thing—can’t stop-ohhhh-haven’t had you in so long-so good-just keep coming on me don’t stop-Gods you’re milking me Glinda-I-I can’t stop it-like velvet-oh-oh-sweet girl keep coming for me-mmmmmugh-”

Fiyero was lost too, babbling and murmuring into her heated skin, bucking carnally into her as he gave her all that he could, succumbing to the intense pull of her warmth, spilling into her with no caution or control, following her into madness.

“S’deep Elphieeeeee-oh!-” Glinda slurred, fighting to stay upright against Fiyero's jolting strikes within her, dropping her head low to lie against his as he held her, bowing her back as sensation melted her from the inside, leaving her boneless in his lap.

“Sosososodeep-umnnnghhhhughah-” 

“Don’t fight it, sweetness.” Elphaba crooned, giving her a reassuring squeeze on the back of the calf, reaching out from where she was lounging on the bed, once more brought at peace by their coupling. 

“Let him have you now. Let him have it.”

The pair whimpered and quivered together, burbling and sighing as Fiyero slowed his thrusts, sighing deeply as Glinda finally went slack across his chest, draped limply over his shoulder as her back rose and fell sharply on top of him, resting her cheek over the strong muscles of his neck, nuzzling into his skin as she continued to seize and jerk even as she relaxed.

As Fiyero caught his breath, he realized he was still holding tight to her wrists. He released them, feeling her arms fall weakly at her side, no strength left in them, no fight. 

He raised one of her hands and brought it to his lips, and kissed tenderly on the back of her hand.

“Oh, my dove.”

“That was-you were-that was glorious…” He continued, sighing in disbelief, digging his nose into the soft skin where her shoulder connected with her collarbone. 

“Our beautiful, glorious girl,” Elphaba whispered, fighting tears against a subtle yawn, their combined contentment mollifying her into sleep’s embrace, tugging at their clasped hands so she could hold them, forcing herself to stay alert. 

Glinda murmured something unintelligible into Fiyero's skin, shivering in his arms.

“I know.” He said, rubbing warm hands up and down her back.

“You did so well for us, darling. So good.” 

Elphaba squeezed their hands but remained silent, letting their breathing settle as they came down from their high, allowing them space to become lost in each other in the aftermath of their bliss. Unfortunately, this only made her more tired, and she had to repeatedly bring her thumb over Glind’s pulse, feeling it drumming at her wrist to keep from falling asleep.

Eventually, Glinda’s breaths evened out and her pulse steadied, and Elphaba could no longer keep her eyes from closing and relinquishing herself to rest.

**********

When Elphaba woke again, she was greeted once more with the soft sounds of kissing. For a moment, she thought she must have dreamt the whole ordeal, and she was starting from the beginning. 

As she sluggishly blinked her eyes open, adjusting her glasses, which had fallen onto the bed beside her, she could see that her dream was not only real, but continued. She’s not sure how much time has passed in her sleep, but Fiyero was once more atop Glinda. They kissed wet and languidly, moaning softly against each other's mouths. She could see his hand wandering across her hips.

“Still at it, I see?” Elphaba said, sitting up to wrap the sheet around her a little more, having chilled in her stillness.

“Mmmmm. You’re awake.” Fiyero groaned, glancing over at her, while he peppered open-mouthed kisses at Glinda’s neck, sucking indulgently. 

“Missed you-ah-” Glinda said, words catching on a sharp inhale as Fiyero moved down, lavishing her breasts with his mouth.

Elphaba laughed, too taken with them for the moment to be cruel.

“I missed you, too, my sweet. How long did I sleep?”

“Not long. We dozed too.” Fiyero said, bringing his hand down to tease at Glinda, relishing her little whimper in his ear.

“Still feeling alright, Glinda?” Elphaba asked, attempting to look at her over Fiyero’s shoulder.

“Splendid Elphie.” Glinda hummed, reaching out a hand towards Elphaba.

Fiyero moved off Glinda for a moment, watching Elphaba crawl towards her to place a kiss upon her lips.

“I’m so glad.” Elphaba smiled, drinking in Glinda’s flushed form, eyes tracking her whole body.

“Oh dear.” She continued, eyes lingering on Glinda’s lower half.

“What is it?” Glinda asked, her soft grin falling at Elphaba’s tone.

Fiyero followed Elphaba’s eyes and soon saw what she had been staring at. Peering over her, he could see the defiled and sullied state he had left Glinda in, swollen and sticky, dripping from where he had filled her.

And he couldn’t stop looking; even Elphaba, in her weariness, couldn’t help her continued stare at the profane results of their passion.

“It’s….just…” Elphaba started.

“Look at that….” Fiyero gasped reverently.

“I made a mess of you, I’m afraid, princess.” He said.

Glinda reddened at that, squirmy and shy, closing her legs at the heated attention.

Elphaba caught her knee, pushing it back out before she could fully cover herself. Elphaba crooked a finger at Fiyero to summon him while she kept her hand firmly on Glinda’s knee. 

“Lick it up,”  She whispered in Fiyero’s ear loud enough for them all to hear.

“Fae…” Fiyero groaned, blinking in disbelief.

“Lick it up. Clean your mess, and make it all better. I bet she’d like that, wouldn’t you think?”

Fiyero raised his eyebrows eagerly, glancing back and forth at the two women in the bed before him.

“Unless, of course, you’re too tired, Glinda.” She added, winking at her.

“No-no! Nono. Not too tired…mmm’not tired.” Glinda implored insistently as her legs fell open again.

“Needy, needy girl.” Elphaba mock-chided, leaning down to kiss her forehead. 

“You’ve got an appetite to rival mine, naughty thing.” Fiyero chuckled, joining in the teasing, rubbing his thumbs into her inner thighs.

“I like it. I love it when you're filthy, sweetheart.” He continued, beginning his descent of kisses towards her navel.

“Not filthy…” She pouted.

Fiyero paused, grinning sheepishly at her over her tummy.

“I just have elevated needs.” She justified, even as she whimpered as his lips nipped at the soft skin below her belly button.

“Of course you do,” Elphaba said knowingly, curling up to watch again.

Fiyero couldn’t help himself as he reached her core, spreading his mess worshipfully with his fingers. 

“Mmmm, Gods, Glinda, do you feel all that? You took all of me so well, let me come inside and everything. You liked it, didn't you?” He said, blowing on her heated skin, watching her writhe beneath him.

“Have some manners, Fiyero. She’s already all worked up, and you know how messy she gets. Rather unkind of you to rub it in, I’m sure she’s feeling sticky, and that must be unpleasant, I’m sure. Are you feeling sticky, my flower?”

“I-I’m…it’s okay really….I’m just-so-mmmm it feels so good right now…I don’t care.” Glinda sighed, hissing as Fiyero kissed her thighs, tongue dancing and sweeping around where she needed it. 

“So you don’t need him to clean you up?”  Elphaba smirked.

“N-no! I doIdoIdo-do-ahhhhhunnghh! Glinda keened, hands fisting in the sheets as his mouth moved closer and closer to the mess between her thighs. 

“Alright then, Fiyero, quit teasing and be careful about it, I don’t want to see a drop when you're finished.” 

“Whatever my Fae wants.” Fiyero breathed, digging his hands under Glinda's legs to spread her properly, grounding himself in the supple skin.

Glinda cried out immediately, bucking against Fiyero's mouth, breathless, bawdy sounds coming high from her throat, uncontrollable.

“Oh, listen to that, she's quite sensitive, isn’t she? Sounds like music when she's like that.” Elphaba said, reaching out to smooth Glinda's sweaty hair from her forehead, letting her fingertips linger on her creased brow.

“Is it too much, my sweet?”

“Nooooughmmnnnn-huh-huh-no-no” Glinda managed between labor breaths.

“Good. Put your hands over his head, play with his hair, hmmm? He likes that, it’ll guide him, make him feel good too, and help you focus, yeah?”

Glinda nodded, bringing trembling hands to glide along Fiyero’s head, gripping suddenly when he nosed at her clit.

“Ah!” 

Fiyero groaned against her skin, spurred by the sharp tug at his scalp.

Pleased, Elphaba closed her eyes once more, reveling in the rapturous noises of Glinda’s overstimulation, paired with Fiyero's impassioned grunts as he equally fought for breath and purchase against Glinda’s jerking hips. 

Fiyero continued his ravenous assault on Glinda’s core, licking and sucking ferociously,  creating lewd squelching sounds over her as he cleared his spend from her swollen skin. 

Elphaba kept listening, finding herself flushed by Glinda's high-pitched mewls, pathetic and long as Fiyero worked over her unrelentingly with his mouth, basking in his harsh pants that followed, and Glinda’s groans of discontent when he parted for air. 

As Fiyero worked at her with the same steady pace, Glinda began to grow restless, twisting and murmuring inarticulate sounds beneath him, suddenly burdened by her growing release.

“Fi-fi-fififi-fi- I-I-Inughnnnn-f-i”

“Shhhhhh, you don’t need to speak. He's got you, we're right here, he’s not  gonna leave you.” Elphaba soothed, leaning over to whisper in her ear, eyes watching.

“No-no-Fi-fififififififif-fin-fingunghhhhhhhhu!” Glinda cried, twitching and shuddering, thrashing about in the sheets.

“She needs something,” Fiyero said breathlessly, pulling back for just a moment, glancing towards Elphaba, trying not to lose the rhythm of his tongue.

“Yes, Yero, to come. You’re teasing her again, of course, she's getting all upset, poor thing.”

“No, I think-”

“The more you argue, the worse for her. You know what to do; show me you can take care of her.”

Fiyero ducked his head down, going back in with more fervor, fighting Glinda’s frantic hips.

“Mmmmm-ah-ah-ah- fifififififfiiingummmmmm-aughhhh-pleaseplease-oh-fingers”

Fiyero reared back, hearing Glinda’s babbled instructions,

“Fingers Fae she wants my fingers.”

“Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes,” Glinda pleaded, tugging on his hair excitedly.

Fiyero wasted no time, giving in, pressing two fingers into her, feeling her soften immediately at the stretch. Her shoulders slacked on a long exhale, her legs parting in relief.

“See? I know our sweet, filthy, needy girl.” He said low, feeling her clench at the words.

Elphaba clicked her tongue, deciding against another jab.

“I didn’t say you didn’t.” She sighed, transfixed by Glinda’s languid movements, her body lulled by the pressure inside her.

Elphaba bent to kiss and suck at Glinda’s shoulder, murmuring into her skin before retreating, watching her body roll in time with Fiyero’s jaw and wrist.

“You like feeling full, huh? Fiyero’s very good at doing that, I know. You just take it, he’s gonna give you what you need.”

Glinda whined at that, pressing her nails further into his scalp as he fucked her with his fingers, never breaking contact with his mouth.

Gods, she had missed this.

She had missed them.

The pleasure was unstoppable now, hot and constant, filling her belly with sparks, making her moan and buck fiercely. Beside her, Elphaba murmured naughty praise at her ear while Fiyero’s approval from below rumbled against her, muffled, but humming pleasantly over her nerves already alight. 

“You’re doing so good for us, so loud and wet. Do you hear yourself? You’re gushing for us, aren’t you?” 

Glinda had no verbal response to this and could only nod, letting out high, staccato moans as Fiyero’s fingers pushed harder and more precisely, focusing on movements that made her cries come unbidden, raw and instinctive, unrefined. Those sounds made him groan deep into her skin, inhaling her pleasure as she let it take over.

“You needy thing,” Elphaba said softly, nuzzling into the tense skin of her neck, slick with sweat.

“What did you ever do without us? Gods, you just must have been aching, huh?”

Glinda groaned, all chest and animal, pushing her hips frantically into Fiyero’s attention. 

“There you go. Let it all out, he’s gonna make you come again, alright? That’s gonna feel so nice. You're gonna squeeze his fingers until it's over? Make a mess all over him?”

“Mmmm-yes Elphie…I-yesyes-omnghhhh-huh-ohFi-yes-yes-I want-want to-”

“What do you want, Glinda? What do you need?” Elphaba asked gently, resting her head at her breast, listening to her wild heartbeat, struggling slightly against her labored breathing.

“I need-need-need to-unghhhhh” Glinda was climbing towards her end, and they both knew it; she could hardly get the words out as she squirmed and wheezed between them, squeezing her thighs around Fiyeros' head. He pushed against her quivering limbs, rising up for a moment for a breath.

“Come on, pretty girl.” He said, staring unashamedly at the tempting rise and fall of her chest, watching the light shimmer on her breasts. 

“Let us help you. Whatever you want. It’s yours.” Elphaba added.

“I-I want to come. Wanna-mmmmugh-wanna soak your face-gonna feel so good-I fuck-oh! Wanna make a mess for you-ah- wanna be good-” 

“There’s our filthy girl,” Fiyero smiled, looking at her darkly with glistening lips. 

Glinda slammed her hand over his head, guiding him back to where she needed him.

“ Let us help. You’re already so perfect for us. Don’t be afraid. We want your mess. We want you.” Elphaba said, feeling Glinda’s heart was now too much for her, giving one breast a teasing squeeze before moving back to lie next to her, pressing gentle kisses over her face and neck every so often.

With renewed encouragement from Glinda, Fiyero increased his efforts, pumping and sucking in tandem, never ceasing, chasing the desperate sounds above him. Elphaba, too, continued the quiet praise at her ear, lips tickling close to her skin.

“You’re nearly there. Don’t think, just keep your hand right there on him, guide him where you need him. He will do the rest. Shut your eyes, sweet thing, let it take you. You look so beautiful like this.”

Glinda garbled and murmured against the pillow, her stomach pulsing in rhythm with her cries, bellowing out over her muddled words.

“mmmmughhns’sogood-yesyesyes-FiyeroohGods-Elphie-ahhhhh-ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!”

“That's it. You look stunning like this. You take pleasure so well, my sweet, so well.” Elphaba crooned.

“ohhhhh-I can’tcan’t-sogood…don’t stop…I-I can’t..I can’t-”

Glinda was quivering again. Pressing her nails hard into Fiyero's scalp, making him groan as he worked at her.

“Shhhhhh. Don’t speak now. Just thrust into his mouth, he’ll be sturdy. That’s all you have to do.” 

Fiyero used his free hand to grasp her hips, tilting them with the natural movements she had built, showing her she could buck up towards him, under Elphaba's guidance. 

Glinda cried out suddenly, moaning unimpeded from her chest. 

“Lovely sounds, Glinda, lovely. I can tell how close you are.” Elphaba said, an anchor in her ear.

Glinda’s voice only grew louder, trembling violently as she wailed, her breath catching with each precise thrust of Fiyero’s fingers.

It was nearly her time, and Elphaba leaned back to get a fuller look at Glinda, watching her move gloriously and recklessly, completely undone.

As Glinda’s movements quickened and her moans grew high and frayed, Elphaba pitied Fiyero, who was focused so intently that he was missing Glinda’s splendor. She brought her fingers to the scruff of his neck, pinching the hot skin there.

“Watch her.” She said, yanking his head up so he could see Glinda’s face.

Fiyero tried his best to use his tongue while he looked up, taking in her enraptured features, tense with concentration, eyes shut, shining in the sunbeam that slanted over the bed. Though the fervent undulation of her stomach below was distracting, it reminded him to keep pumping his fingers. As he slowed his mouth to stare at her, Elphaba’s bony fingers forced him to remain as he was, unable to move his chin as he would like. 

“Oh-Oh Gods- I’m-I’m-ahhhhhhugnhhh- don’t stop please!” Glinda cried out, new tears staining her face once more.

“He’s not gonna stop. Isn’t that right, Yero? Keep going. Don’t stop until she makes a mess.” Elphbaba assured.

Fiyero continued to gaze upon Glinda with round eyes, completely taken with her form, flushed and wanting, pulling away to speak, unable to help himself.

“She's so gorgeous, Fae, so-Fuck!”

He was cut off abruptly by the sharp ends of Elphaba's nails, pressing intensely against his skin.

“I said, don’t stop. You can watch, but I didn’t say to stop eating her out. You can tell me how gorgeous she is when you're done.”

She set him back at his task, humming as Glinda shuddered in time with his mouth connecting back at her center. 

“Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh!-mnnghhhhhhhug…ahhhhhhhh yes yes!”

Even as Glinda twitched violently beneath him, Fiyero still tried to keep his eyes on her, aided by Elphaba tilting his jaw this way and that, setting his gaze up her midline, staring straight through her breasts. 

“She must look so good down there, Yero, mmm? What I wouldn’t give to be where you are.” She said wickedly, placing her hand over Glinda’s in his hair, still keeping hold of his neck.

He knew better than to say anything, only murmuring thickly against slicked skin.

“You’ve been so good to our Glinda, haven't you?”

Fiyero nodded quickly, nudging Glinda’s clit with his nose, making her yelp in surprise.

“That was cheeky. Do it again. She liked it.” Elphaba smirked, leaning down to bite at his ear.

He did it again, rocking, sucking, guided by Elphaba’s hand, still using his fingers within Glinda.

This brought Glinda right to the edge, reducing her to whimpers and moans, letting go of speaking altogether. 

“Yes, Glinda, good. Just like that. Keep holding onto him for me, don’t let him go. Deep breaths now. You’re right there, eyes stay closed, okay?” Elphaba said tenderly, pressing her other hand more firmly on top of Glinda’s.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” Glinda shouted, enveloped by her pleasure and Fiyero’s strict work at her.

“There, Glinda, there. Follow it now, let that take over.” Elphaba encouraged.

Glinda did as she was told, breathing through the sensations, moving with Fiyero's fingers, inhaling as she throbbed, groaning unabashedly as everything built sharply within her, making her gasp as she began to fully unravel, no longer able to stop her orgasm from coming. 

The consistent rhythm of all of Fiyero’s ministrations, combined with her deep breathing, sent her over the edge in a flash. Glinda suddenly expedited to her peak, causing her to spasm and screech brazenly, completely unaware of her body’s reactions, only the dizzying excitement of her release. 

Glinda moved violently on the bed, jerking and wailing, a symphony of pleasure uniquely hers, crude and intense, bellowing deeply from her as she came hard, pulsing hotly on Fiyeros fingers, soaking his face obscenely. 

She heard no more words from Elphaba, and Fiyero’s murmurs were drowned by the wet sounds of her climax against his fingers, his own mouth against her, and her guttural sounds ringing out in the quiet morning. 

Fiyero did not cease, using the hand at her hip to ease along her thigh to encourage her as she continued to come, pausing now and then to mutter his praise, his eyes never leaving her even as he lavished her with his lips and tongue. 

Finally, Glinda’s sounds were reduced to feeble mewls. Soon after, her legs began to quiver, falling weakly away from Fiyero’s head. Only then did he ease off her, pulling his fingers out slowly, soothing her skin with firm strokes of his palms on her thighs and stomach, feeling the strong tremors of her abdomen. He crawled up her body, peppering kisses on her neck, shoulders, and cheeks.

“There you are. So lovely for me. I missed seeing you like this, love.”

Glinda hummed faintly, feeling his breath on her, but she could not hear him, lost in her pleasured fog.

For a while, she could only feel his vague presence, warm and sure, pressing kisses on her over and over, vibrations tingling her throat. When she finally came to, the first thing she registered completely was the pads of his fingers swiping gently along her forehead, delicately adjusting her damp hair, tenderly passing over the furrow of her brow.

“Hello,” He laughed warmly.

“Are you with us now?” 

“I suppose I am,” Glinda replied weakly, looking up at Fiyeros' reddened face, noticeably sparkling with her finish around the corners of his mouth.

Before she could feel too embarrassed about it, another voice sobered her from her daze.

“Sit up. Eat.” Said Elphaba, standing at the side of the bed, a large bowl of berries in her hands.

“Mmmm’not hungry.” Glinda protested, curling into the sheets, while Fiyero continued his gentle parade of kisses on her.

“That’s not a request, Glinda,” Elphaba said not unkindly, fluffing a pillow at the headboard to entreat Glinda to lie back against it.

Begrudgingly, she sat up, pouting at Elphaba's stern expression, fussing as Fiyero rolled off of her, having his own moment of repose.  

“You just put yourself through a lot, my sweet. You’ve got to take care of yourself now.”

“But I just had myself taken care of,” Glinda replied feebly, a hint of a smile on her worn-out face.

“That’s entirely different. Come on, you need to replenish now, or you’ll feel awful later.” Elphaba continued. 

“But I’m so tired.” Glinda griped, head flopping back dramatically onto the pillow. 

“I know you are, sweet.”

The heat was gone, and Elphaba’s playful teasing was replaced by harsher concern. 

Even with all of Glinda’s theatrics, she could see how the color had left her face, despite her humor.

“Yero, why don’t you get us a cloth while she catches her breath? Fetch some water too, and have some yourself.” Elphaba said, looking over her glasses at him, guiding Glinda to start putting her limbs under the covers.

“Of course,” Fiyero said, a little out of breath as he swung himself off the mattress. 

“You alright, dearest?” Fiyero asked softly, brushing his hand along Glinda's leg as he moved to the other side of the room.

“Mmmmm.” Said Glinda, eyes fluttering closed as her chest still heaved.

“The water, please?” Elphaba said sharply, watching him nod stiffly as he left the room in quiet apology.

“So,”

Elphaba glanced at the doorway to see Fiyero wandering towards the kitchen.

“How are you, really?” 

“I’m fine, Elphie, truly. Though I am sorry for all the sweat. Though I’m not usu-”

“No. Not that, of course, you can have a bath whenever you feel ready, but that's not what I’m asking. I’m asking how you are in here.”

Elphaba brought her hand to gently cradle Glinda’s head, pressing a thumb lovingly into her temple.

“I’m-I-” Glinda’s voice cut off with sudden tightness, her exhaustion amplifying her feelings; she dropped her head down to stare at her lap, ashamed by the oncoming tears.

“You can cry if you like,” Elphaba said matter-of-factly. 

“But is that what you wanted? Did that feel good for you, in your heart?” 

Elphaba rubbed her thumb in soothing motions, grazing the top of Glinda’s ear.

“Yes, yes,” Glinda spoke through tears now, letting them fall on the cotton draped closely over her.

“I’m just- It’s been so long. And he was so- I finally felt-” 

Glinda cried just a little harder, head shaking as she gave herself to the emotion.

“Felt what?” Elphaba pressed on, lowering her thumb to wipe at Glinda’s tears.

“Safe. W-with him.”

“That's good. And how about me? Did it bother you that I was helping out, hmmm?” 

Elphaba tilted Glinda’s chin so she could look into her shimmering eyes, pressing her fingers over her quivering lips.

“No, I liked it. It was special. And….arousing.” Glinda said quietly, a little bashful.

“Thank you for telling me, my sweet,” Elphaba said warmly, removing her hand from Glinda’s face to select a strawberry from the bowl she had forgotten was in her arm.

“And you wanted that, with him, yes? You didn’t do it because of something he said while I was asleep, or because I was being pert over there?” 

“No, Elphie…that was….I needed that, I think.” Glinda sighed, watching Elphaba meticulously sort through the bowl of fruit.  

“That’s all I wanted to hear, love. Now, why don’t you try eating one of these for me?” Elphaba said, reaching out to offer Glinda a strawberry.

Glinda took it in her mouth, chewing slowly and gratefully, savoring it. She hummed in quiet satisfaction as she let the taste settle on her tongue. As Elphaba brought another to her lips, Fiyero snuck in with a pitcher and a glass, a towel slung over his shoulder.

“Thank you, Yero. Now, lie down for me.” Elphaba said, petting the free space on the bed.

Fiyero set the water aside and lay carefully on the bed, watching as Glinda ate in silence as Elphaba fed her, waiting.

“Did you wet the cloth?” Elphaba asked, setting the bowl in Glinda’s lap, rounding the corner to where Fiyero had settled himself on the other side of Glinda. 

“Yes.” 

“Very good, now let me see you, relax.”

Fiyero sighed as he let Elphaba wipe him over with the cloth, cleaning around his stomach and thighs, doing a ginger pass over his pelvis.

“Any tender spots?” 

“No, Fae. I’m perfect.” Fiyero said, melting into her soft touch.

“Hmmm. Did you enjoy yourself?” She asked, running the cloth along his neck, swiping over his sweat-slick chest.

“Gods I- Yes, I really, really did.”

“I thought so.”

Elphaba glanced over at Glinda, who was wordlessly eating her strawberries, lost in a post-orgasmic trance.

“How did it feel to be with her? Was that alright for you?” She whispered, leaning down to press her lips to the shell of his ear, relishing his soft breaths upon her in the closeness. 

“I feel much lighter now, Fae.” He said, quietly into her hair.

“I can’t describe it- it was like…coming home, like an apology.”

Elphaba exhaled into his skin, letting his emotion become hers as she continued to clean him, pausing to be with him in the moment and offer a grounding squeeze to the arm.

“That’s so good. Would you wanna do that again sometime?”

“Stars, yes. It was so- she was so beautiful- you were” Fiyero couldn’t get over it, trying to figure out where to begin, his spent brain trying to keep up with his tongue.

Elphaba saved him the effort and cut him off with a peck on his lips.

“Don’t go daydreaming about it now. But you can tell me all you liked about it later. You both can, and we can talk about what happens next, but after you are sorted.” She said, pressing her nose to his in affection.

“Alright, later.” Fiyero agreed.

“Now,” Elphaba leaned back to give him a once-over before nudging his thigh.

“Turn over for me.” 

Fiyero obliged, rolling over onto his stomach, eyes lingering on Glinda, so small and pale, nibbling beside him, endearingly lost in her own exhaustion.

“Shouldn’t we make sure she’s alright?” He asked softly.

“Oh, I’m not done with her yet. But I need to have a proper look at you first, you did all the work anyhow, and you're just as ravaged as she is.”

Elphaba studied the red marks along his back, long, thick lines from her nails, beside the angry trails were petite lines from Glinda’s manicured fingers, trailing beside and below Elphaba’s markings. On his shoulders, deep crescent indents covered the muscled skin, where Glinda held on the tightest. 

“Oh dear, you’re all scratched up, poor thing.”

Elphaba examined her nails, where they now scraped lovelingly along his back, making temporary marks next to the scarlet scratches she left behind, next to Glinda’s.

“Was I too harsh?” She asked, laying kisses softly over his neck and back.

“No,” He murmured into the pillow.

“Just harsh enough, love.”

“Mmmm. I’ll keep that in mind.” Elphaba said, sitting up on her knees to press into the hot skin of his back, kneading and pushing over his skin, feeling his breath slow beneath her palms.

They existed in silence for a while, the three of them.

Glinda remained inside her mind, head lolling every so often in fatigue as she struggled to eat her strawberries. Fiyero and Elphaba stayed in peace together, their inhales aligning with each other as she massaged him slowly.

Elphaba could feel Fiyero falling away to sleep, but when she looked over at Glinda, she dug her thumbs into his shoulder blades, delivering a pleasant pain to rouse him.

Beside them, Glinda was still panting, despite the minutes that had passed since she had come. In the brilliant glow of the morning, Elphaba could clearly see how she quivered. She was struggling with her water glass, tipping the cold liquid over herself, making her whimper faintly to herself, in her own world. 

Elphaba encouraged him to sit up with a prod of her knee, “Why don’t you go help her out? Have a chat.” 

Elphaba stood from the bed, walking off into the other room.

“I’m off to get fresh water to clean her. Make sure she drinks that whole glass when I come back.” 

Fiyero groaned and stretched, feeling heavy from Elphaba’s steady rubdown. He scooted over to Glinda's side, brushing the mussed hair from her face.

“Hey, what’s going on, sweetheart?” He asked, lovingly cradling the back of her head.  

“Mmmm….so….tired…” Glinda mumbled, burrowing in his warm skin.

“You did put yourself through quite a lot for us, darling. Can I do this for you?” He asked, shifting behind her so she could sit up against him while he grabbed the water from her hand.

“It's so cold.” She whined, grimacing faintly as he brought the glass to her lips. 

“ I know, lovely. But it's gonna make you feel so much better. I can hold it, all you have to do is drink, alright?” He said.

She nodded, accepting the cup to her mouth as he tipped it gently. 

“Small sips, that's it.”

Glinda drank slowly, her thirst evident when she gripped the glass tightly when he tried to set it down.

“More,” She gasped, tilting her chin as the cup began to empty. 

“That's good. You can have as much as you want.” He said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. He looked down at the bowl of strawberries in her lap, picking one up as she finished her water.

“May I?” 

Glinda stared at the fruit hovering between them, nodding as he brought it towards her mouth, accepting it from his fingers. She continued to look up at him as she ate, her back growing heavy against his firm torso behind her.

Fiyero could see her eyes misting again, and he set the bowl aside, wrapping both arms around her, warm and sure, resting his chin over her head.

“Oh my darling, you are everything you know that?” He whispered in her ear.

Glinda let out a soft, watery sound, nuzzling her cheek against him.

“Do you want to sleep now, or can we talk?” Fiyero asked,

“Talk….can’t sleep now…. it’s-it’s too much,” Glinda said, as tears flowed down her face, dripping off onto his chest as she curled up into him. 

“Alright, we'll talk then.” Fiyero squeezed her tighter, playing with her hair with one hand while he soothed the chilled skin of her bare arm with the other. 

“What’s too much?” He asked softly.

“I just can’t believe-that we-that… you-you forgave me.” 

“I always did, Glinda, the moment they took me away, I did. I’m just happy I could finally tell you.”

“Oh, Fiyero, I-” 

Glinda collapsed into him, turning to muffle her cries in his shoulder.

“That's it. You just let it out, sweetheart. I’m right here.” He cooed, fighting off tears of his own.

“I-I-I-I-just….” 

Glinda struggled to speak against her choking sobs, shuddering in his arms, overwhelmed.

“You don’t need to tell me now, love. Just feel me right here.” He pressed her to his chest, rubbing her back in soothing circles as she wept. He let her for a while, her hot tears cooling on his skin. 

“God’s your heart's racing, isn’t it?” 

Glinda whimpered something into his skin, rattling breaths huffing out against his neck. The state of her made him feel weak with guilt, holding someone so fragile in his arms, so fragile he could remember how she had once been gone from him entirely. What she needed most now, he could sense, was care and sleep.

“Look at me,” Fiyero said firmly, taking her head at both sides, lifting her to face him.

Glinda obeyed, moving slowly under the pressure of his hands.

“You need to rest right now, you need to heal. Do you think you can relax for me?”

He searched her shimmering eyes, watching her nod solemnly.

“Y-yes.”

“That's good. I have so much I want to share with you, and I know you do too. But let's get you comfortable first, okay? Elphaba should be back any minute with that warm cloth, and you can be cozy, and we can talk after you rest. I think it’ll help, yeah?” 

Glinda offered him a watery smile, letting herself be guided by him as he led her off his lap to lie down on the bed. He carefully moved the sheet from her body, taking in her form, still flushed and glowing.

“Are you sore anywhere?” He asked, kissing tenderly along her stomach and thighs, smiling as a new blush colored her teary cheeks.

“Mmmm….hips….and-” Glinda stopped herself, looking off with shame.

“And?” He urged, stopping his kisses to press his thumbs on the seam of her hips, feeling the muscles tense beneath his touch.

“...inside..” She mumbled softly, unable to look at him.

“That’s to be expected, dove. It’s been a long time.” He said tenderly, as he rubbed his thumb gently along the inside of her thigh.

He brought his hands up to rest under her ribs, resuming his kisses at her stomach.

“We’ll draw you a bath later, and soon you won’t even know it. But I am sorry for that.”  He assured her, resting his chin on her belly to stare up at her face, smiling faintly, mirth coming through her exhaustion.

“It did feel nice.” She giggled, delirious with it all. 

“Mmmm, nice for me too.” Fiyero agreed, thumbs brushing lightly at the skin just under her breasts.

Glinda sighed deeply, letting the last of her tears fall as she loosened in his touch, closing her eyes, carried away by the comfort of his large hands. He let her lie like that, just watching as her face softened, holding her gently but securely. 

Elphaba stood at the doorway to the bedroom, a bowl at her hip, watching them with cautious stillness. 

“How are you two getting on?”

“Alright, I think, but a nap is soon in order,” Fiyero said, easing away from Glinda to retrieve the bowl of warm water, searching the bed for the cloth.

“Yes, I should say she’ll be needing it. Up all night last night, keeping me busy. She wrung me out. I don’t know where she gets the energy.” Elphaba said fondly, coming over to accept Glinda’s hand, weakly reaching out for her.

Fiyero chuckled but held his tongue, soaking the cloth thoroughly in the warm water.

“You alright?” Elphaba asked, looking at Glinda’s face, pushing at loose tears with her knuckle.

“Mmmmm. Can’t really….think right now, Elphie…mmm’sorry.”  Glinda said, looking nervously past Elphaba to Fiyero, readying the cloth.

“That's okay, my sweet, you’ve given so much already. You just rest. We can talk more later.” Elphaba said, pressing a kiss to her hair.

“Are you ready?” Fiyero asked, coming over to warn Glinda with a brush of his hand on her leg.

“Yes,” Glinda said, round eyes following his hand as he placed the cloth on her thigh.

“I promise it’s very warm,” Elphaba added, refilling Glinda’s glass with the pitcher.

Fiyero swiped the cloth slowly and carefully over her, passing over her thighs with loving pressure.

“Knees up a bit, sweetheart.” He said, tenderly urging her legs up and apart.

Glinda complied, shivering a bit as he brought the fabric down to her sensitive core.

“Is he going too fast?” Elphaba asked, once again using her nails to scratch soothingly at Glinda’s scalp.

“N-no. Just really-ah-sensitive.” 

“I know you are my sweet, we're gonna take care of you, alright?” 

Glinda nodded, whimpering as Fiyero took care over where he had been most diligent in his lovemaking.

“You did so wonderfully,” Fiyero said, rubbing the warm cloth slowly over her low belly, feeling her sigh in peace at the heat.

Glinda closed her eyes again and slackened against Fiyero’s gentle pressure, gooseflesh appearing where the cloth wasn’t, receiving soft kisses across her body from both her lovers, fever and chill rippling through her body.

“Do you want me to get you a new nightdress?” Elphaba asked, letting the pads of her fingers dance over Glinda’s relaxed eyelids.

“No, I want it like this please…wanna feel….you….”

“Alright, I won’t complain about that, I suppose,” Elphaba said coyly, thumbing at the soft dimple on Glinda’s cheek.

Elphaba watched as Fiyero dragged the cloth up to her chest, gliding over where the sweat gathered under her breasts. She placed her hand gently over his wrist, eying the sheen of exertion over her flushed chest.

“I would like to do the honors if you please.” 

Fiyero paused, startled, “But Fae, I-”

“Oh, I know you are just being a gentleman. But what I need is to show gratitude for last night. Her performance was exceptional, pity you missed it. I don’t even think you’ve made me come that many times in a row, Yero.

“Elphie…” Glinda whined, blushing and wriggling at the admission.

“Oh, hush, you were beautiful, and unbelievably thorough, I could hardly keep still, you got to me faster than I could have come myself,” Elphaba said, gently guiding the cloth out of Fiyero’s hand, leaning down to press soft kisses to her breasts, sucking at the tender skin until she keened softly beneath her lips.

“Sorry, my sweet, can’t let him have all the fun.” 

Glinda squirmed, eyes tightly closed, arching slightly as Elphaba continued. 

“ Easy now, that was a little mean of me, wasn’t it? I couldn’t help myself just now. How about I finish getting you clean, okay?”

“Yes, please…” Glinda said into a yawn, mellowing again as Elphaba wiped the cloth across her breasts, skillfully avoiding the nipples.

“Almost done,” Fiyero said, pressing on her knee so she could relieve her tired legs, watching them fall into the mattress.

“Do you think you can eat another berry?” He asked, coming around to get the bowl from the bedside table.

“Mmmm,” Glinda murmured, sitting up to accept the fruit from his hand to her mouth, as Elphaba finished with the cloth, ending with a few soothing strokes over either side of her neck. 

She assessed the rest of Glinda’s body, looking over her with great care, gently cupping her center in her palm.

“You’re quite swollen, aren’t you?”

Glinda whimpered at the brash question, grimacing slightly as she chewed.

“Mmm. We’ll get you some balm for that later. You’ve been at it for quite some time these past few days with me. Now you’ve let some prince defile you.” Elphaba said softly, distracting Glinda with a kiss on the lips as she replaced her hand with the cloth for one last pass at her, the wet fabric now cool over her inflamed skin. 

“There. All done. You should rest now.” 

Glinda sighed and nestled into the blankets, blinking at the image of Elphaba taking the bowl and cloth out of the room.

“Feeling any better?” Fiyero asked, gingerly bringing the comforter over her, slipping into bed next to her, gathering her to his chest.

“Yes..mmm…can’t move,” Glinda murmured.

“Sleep, darling, I’m glad you're well. That was incredible.” Fiyero whispered into her hair, dragging her further up into his arms, cradling her as he lay on his side.

When Elphaba came back, she quietly joined them on the bed, lying at Glinda's other side, resting her head on Glinda’s breast, still slightly exposed over the top of the bedding. 

“Fresh dreams, Glinda.”

Glinda’s even breaths came in response, and Elphaba admired Glinda’s resting form beneath her, soft and pliant with sleep.

They lay breathing together for a while, and Elphaba felt her own sleep calling to her again, finally catching up with her as her excitement finally wore off, and relaxing in tandem with Glinda.

“Fae?” Fiyero said, his hushed voice cutting through the veil of sleep.

Elphaba startled, squinting at him over the slope of Glinda’s shoulder.

“Sorry if I’ve been neglecting you,” She said with a weary smile,  reaching over to put her hand over his at Glinda’s waist.

“That’s alright. You had more important priorities.” He said, looking down fondly at Glinda’s sleeping form, pressing a long kiss to the top of her head.

“She talked of you so much in those years. She needed you very badly, you know.”

Elphaba couldn’t help the tear that slipped out at his words, squeezing tightly on his hand, exhaustion and love overwhelming her.

“I didn’t realize then. I didn’t think anyone could ever need me like that; you’d think it would be the opposite.” She said low, careful of the ears below her. 

“Oh, believe me, I did what I could, but she wasn’t complete,” Fiyero said assuredly, delicately taking her hand and kissing it. 

“Don’t be hard on yourself, Yero. She loves you a lot. I think this was good for her. You don’t have to pretend. I wasn’t there with you both for so long, what you went through, that’s both of yours, not  mine.”  Elphaba spoke slowly, looking at her hand entwined with his, green and bronze hovering over pale pink, all illuminated in the morning sun.

Fiyero nodded solemnly, returning their hands to Glinda’s side, moving steadily in her slumber.

“Did you have a nice talk?” She asked, watching him fight sleep.

“We did. But I think we’ve got more to discuss.” He whispered, bringing the blanket higher up over them all.

“For one, she told me she was sore, which I feel sorry for.”

Elphaba bit back a laugh, shaking her head adoringly at him, waiting for him to continue as her mirth simmered.

“But…she was talking about how I forgave her, and then she just- she was just gone, Fae, couldn’t get her words out. She and I haven’t really talked about everything, and I just want her to feel comfortable with me. I don’t want this hanging over our heads anymore.” He finished.

“Well, considering she let you make love to her for a considerable part of the morning, I’d say she’s comfortable with you.”

“That may be true, but it all happened so fast just then. It felt so good, but we really haven’t brought it up. It's only her third visit here, but I don’t want that to come between us anymore, and I just-” Fiyero was getting worked up now, tears of his own trailing over his jaw.

“Oh, my poor Yero,” Elphaba said gently, running her hand up to rub at his arm.

“You know what I think? That you love each other both very much, as I love you, and as I love her, and she loves me. What you need to do now is rest. When you both wake up and are fed, you should go on a walk on your own, and you can listen to each other. How does that sound?”

“I like that. We could sit by the river.” He mused, breathing in Glinda’s scent.

“An excellent idea. You should sleep now, you’ve just exerted quite a bit. You are a wonderful lover, Fiyero.” 

Fiyero blushed at the comment despite himself, burying his face in Glinda’s hair.

“Don’t be so shocked now, love. But sleep. It will all be clearer after you’ve rested. This was a good first step for you two.” She continued.

Elphaba gave him one final caress with her hand before settling fully onto Glinda again. Fiyero settled further into the bed, matching his breathing with Glinda’s as he let himself be molded by her shape above him.

“I can’t believe I get to have you both.” He said quietly, looking over at Elphaba, her eyes fluttering as she rested her cheek against Glinda’s breast, lulled by the pulse of her heart.

“Mmmm sleep.” She repeated, putting her hand over his again, snuggling further into Glinda.

That was the last thing Fiyero saw, two women utterly content, high colored and sighing in sleep, until he too succumbed to his fatigue, falling even more in love.

He dreamt of his walk with Glinda, and helping Elphaba in the garden, making dinner for the three of them, and making love with them by the window at sunset, watching as twilight deepened over their pleasure.

For all his lovely dreams, he couldn’t wait to wake up and make them visions of sleep no more.