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Galinda has been behaving somewhat oddly lately, which, in and of itself, is not cause for alarm. She's something of an odd woman, Elphaba has learned as their friendship blossoms. There's a quality about her that verges on maniacal; an infectiously tempestuous pink tulle'd menace. Normally, Elphaba finds high-energy people to be, well, draining, but Galinda's effervescence has so thoroughly charmed her (despite her better judgment) that Elphaba finds herself content to allow the world to rotate on Galinda’s axis.
So when she returns to her room to find her roommate in her bed, instead of the ridiculous confection of pink silk and plush mattresses twice the size of Elphaba’s, she merely accepts it as another one of Galinda’s whims, raising a curious eyebrow.
Unburying her face from the pillow, the blonde looks up over her shoulder at the sound of the door, fluttering her lashes dramatically. “Oh, good, you're back; I was beginning to wither away!”
Elphaba’s eyebrow remains cocked in bemused confusion. “And you chose to do so in my bed?” Her mouth curls into a wry grin. Really, Galinda is such a strange girl sometimes, Elphaba can't help but find it endearing.
“Well, yes,” Galinda says, matter-of-factly, “we always share a bed when we sleep over?”
“Galinda, it's hardly past midday.” Truthfully, this isn't altogether strange, for Galinda anyway. Her sleep schedule is erratic and completely devoid of any sort of logic; sometimes, Elphaba thinks she goes without rest for entire weeks, while other times, she's utterly lethargic, as if the life has been drained from her, until she gets some sort of care package from home. Little treats from the Pertha Hills perk her right up, or so she says.
“And how does my far less comfortable mattress prevent this…withering, anyway?”
Galinda fixes her with a look much like one would give a particularly obtuse schoolchild. “Because, Elphie, my pillows don't smell like your shampoo, and I missed you quite urgently! It really is cruel of you to have classes that I don't share, you know. But enough of that! Come to bed at once, my darling!”
Secretly, Elphaba is flattered by Galinda’s overly affectionate demands; they make her feel all fluttery and warm. She's not sure if this is part of best-friendship–
(Galinda is touchy with all of her friends, but exceptionally so with Elphaba)
–having no frame of reference, but it's…rather pleasant. Perhaps she was simply a bit touch-starved before she and Galinda became friends.
So she complies, shedding her blazer and kicking off her boots to clunk into the corner. “You dropped our Arithmetology lecture, if you'll recall. You said the professor's voice gave you a headache.”
As soon as she's laid down, Galinda curls up into her side, burying her face in Elphaba’s neck. “Well, she did. And Lurline's chariot, must she have the blinds open every lecture? Some of us are quite sensitive to direct light, Elphie dear, and I don't think she even considered that! It did horrible things to my complexion.”
Laughing softly, Elphaba relaxes into the feeling of Galinda’s proximity. She's warm, which is atypical for her– Elphaba’s theory is that she has poor circulation, because she's so often chill to the touch, and she never seems to notice it. Being under the blankets must have helped. “How absolutely dreadful of her.” She shivers slightly as Galinda snuggles closer, breath tingling on the sensitive skin of her throat. “Is this helping with the withering, my sweet?”
Galinda doesn't pull away, which leads to the strangely heated sensation of her lips moving against Elphaba’s neck. “It does, dearest, thank you for asking. Are you wearing one of the new perfumes I got you? You smell lovely.”
“Mhm,” Elphaba says, trying to keep an unexpected waver out of her voice, “the second one you got me last week.”
To be honest, Galinda thinks she’s getting carried away with buying Elphaba gifts, but what else is she meant to do? Her dearest, darlingest Elphie simply charms her beyond measure, and truly, it’s so adorable the way she lights up at the smallest gestures, so of course Galinda has to shower her with tokens of her affection! She gets carried away with so many things when it comes to her Elphie– at this point, it’s really a miracle she hasn’t realized Galinda has an enormous crush on her. But Elphie’s obliviousness is part of her charm too, so Galinda can be patient, or try to, at least.
She’s outdone herself with this perfume. Plum and crisp apple, freesia and vanilla, with a rich, woodsy base that sits perfectly against Elphaba’s skin and pairs so delightfully with her natural scent. It may be a problem, really.
Because, well, simply put, Galinda is a vampire, and it’s been quite some time since she’s fed properly. Finding donors who are both willing and discreet is quite the challenge, even for Momsie and Momsicle’s resources, and the tinctures that are meant to tide her over only do so much, she feels ever so slothful. And Elphaba…well, Elphaba smells like ambrosia and bliss and home. It’s quite the conundrum for a somewhat-dead girl. Quite frustrating back when they were still butting heads, to be utterly obsessed with her and not understand why.
There’s always Fiyero, of course– her doting ‘fiance-to-be’, but even if theirs is an arrangement of convenience on her part and curiosity on his, she is fond of him, and it would be just horrendible if she hurt him feeding again so soon.
So she really shouldn’t be curling up on Elphaba like this. It makes her feel a bit like a starving feral cat gnawing a bone, even as much as she loves their cuddles. It’s a wonder she hasn’t started mouthing at Elphie’s neck; from experience with kisses on the cheek and the back of the hand, Galinda knows Elphaba’s skin tastes delightful, the sweetest salt, if it wouldn’t come across as absolutely deranged of her, she’d lick Elphie all over. Want courses through her, desire of all sorts, instinctual hunger and her own aching heartstrings and simple possessive greed– Galinda has always been greedy, she wants to keep Elphie all to herself, leave marks all over flawless viridian skin, keep her forever if Elphie would agree to it. But she’s an Upland– of the Upper Uplands, no less– and a lady, and as such, she’s resigned herself to a proper courtship of her beloved, which requires patience.
However, patience has never been a particularly strong suit of hers, even before the strange happenstance that rendered her undead at twenty years of age and beholden to strange new instincts just before her first semester of university, so really it’s a miracle that she’s just holding herself to nuzzling Elphie’s neck instead of asking if she can kiss her. Or bite her. Lurline, her blood sings to Galinda.
For her part, Elphaba finds it hard not to make any noise. She’s not well-versed in the rules and regulations of friendship– which must exist, she doesn’t know why everyone is so adamant at pretending they don’t– but it would certainly be improper of her to, well…whimper excitedly at the brush of Galinda’s lips against her neck. This is, she assumes, something friends just do, this kind of closeness, and she’ll spoil it with her foolish yearnings if she reacts in the wrong way. After the Ozdust, she was startled by the speed at which a deeper connection developed; being friends with Galinda was remarkably easy, as it turned out, but it quickly turned into a longing for more, to the point that she’s forced to admit that their previous rivalry was not entirely driven by simple loathing.
Galinda, however, has never shown any sign of attraction to women, not that Elphaba thinks she’d be able to spot any if they happened, given her general lack of social adeptness. So it’s doomed from the start to be un-reciprocated, and really, having a best friend is already nice enough, isn’t it? After all, Galinda is with Fiyero, even if it seems like she hardly spends any alone time with him besides the occasional nightly visit. Her enthusiasm seems to have waned for their supposed marriage, but as far as Elphaba knows, Galinda hasn’t changed her plans.
“Galinda, are you feeling well?” She asks tentatively, noting a bit of pallor to her lovely roommate’s cheeks. It’s not entirely uncommon, during Galinda’s periods of torpor, that she gets a little waxy-pale, but if she’s feeling under the weather, then Elphaba should make her tea or something.
Golden hair tickling her neck, Galinda’s head lolls to the side, looking up at Elphaba through her lashes. “I’m wonderful, darling–oh, don’t look at me like that, you’ll give me a heart murmur with such lovely eyes.” She sighs airily. Elphaba doesn’t quite believe it, frowning slightly. “What? Truly, Elphie, I’m fine. Just…a bit peckish, is all, and I found that the offerings in the dining hall didn’t quite agree with me.” She reaches up to pat Elphaba’s cheek reassuringly, which somehow turns into a gentle brush of her fingertips as she lingers, and Elphaba hopes that her blush isn’t visible.
“It’s sweet of you to worry, dear, but it really is nothing to give yourself frown lines over, Oz forbid! Nothing a little nap won’t fix.”
Elphie looks at her with such concern in those gold-flecked green eyes that Galinda might simply feel faint. Oh, but she’s the loveliest woman in all of Oz! It’s simply not fair how beauteous one person can be, how kind and clever and utterly striking! Craning her head up, she presses the gentlest of kisses to Elphaba’s cheek, and then, in a triumph of self-discipline, doesn’t kiss the rest of the way back down to her perch under Elphie’s jaw.
“Well, would you be more comfortable in your bed?” Elphaba asks, because she’s tenaciously thoughtful when it comes to caring for others. It really is too much, how is Galinda not meant to swoon for her?
“I’ll be perfectly content wherever I am, so long as you’re there,” Galinda says, and really, how much more of a declaration of her literally undying love must she make? Patience– what an utterly vexing thing it is!
Elphie returns the cheek kiss to the top of Galinda’s head, and she could simply melt away at the sweet gesture, if not for her other yearnings. Oh, but she could make her darling Elphie feel so good if only she had the chance! So sensitive to touch, it would be such a delight to unravel her, make her feel things she never had before, and maybe, just maybe, Elphie would let her have the tiniest taste in return.
Sleep comes easily when she hasn't fed in a while. Technically, she doesn't need to rest ever, but her body enters a trancelike state easily without blood, perhaps to conserve energy. She drowses off with her nose pressed against Elphaba’s carotid, the heady scent of her perfume heavy in the air, pulse beating evenly, if a bit quick. Oh, the blood must be rushing, so fresh and lively…
Elphaba has learned by now that Galinda’s affectionate nature continues even in unconsciousness. When they share a bed, which happens quite frequently, the blonde is clingy, latching onto the nearest limb and pulling it into a sleepy embrace.
This, however, is something new. Galinda has never…kissed her while asleep before. At first, Elphaba assumes it's just her mouth moving unthinkingly, like she's sleep talking without saying anything, but it quickly becomes a defined press of her lips. Higher and higher, Galinda moves, much like Elphaba’s heart rate, until her lips are along the line of Elphaba’s jaw.
“Galinda.” Elphaba attempts to wake her gently but firmly. No one likes to be jolted awake. “Galinda, can you hear me? Wake up.”
But she doesn't. Lazily, her lips drag back over Elphaba's pulse, drawing a heated shudder, and maybe reflexively Elphaba pushes into the contact more, and there's really nothing for it but to wake her up; anything else would be inappropriate.
Softly, she shakes Galinda’s shoulders. But the blonde is unresponsive, her lungs so unnaturally still that Elphaba would fear something was medically wrong if not for her small, unconscious twitches, the quiet disgruntled sounds she makes when pulled away from Elphaba’s neck. It takes a couple more tries before her lashes flutter sleepily.
“My sweet, wake up.”
“...but I was having such a nice dream,” Galinda mumbles drowsily, her lips still moving against Elphaba’s skin in a featherlight caress. “Mmm, Elphie, you're so warm…”
Elphaba’s voice feels syrup-thick in her throat, and rough, poured over gravel. “G-Galinda, that– that tickles.”
Inhaling deeply, Galinda presses herself to Elphaba’s throat, and an eager tremor runs the length of Elphaba’s body.
“...is it bad?” She asks, breathy and honey sweet.
The lump in Elphaba’s throat suddenly feels extremely pronounced, and she swallows heavily. It's anything but bad, just…strange. She supposes Galinda kisses her on the cheek, perhaps it's similar, but it's all rather confusing and it makes her head whirl. “N-No, I suppose not–” Oh, Unnamed, what if Galinda thinks that means she doesn't like it, and then she stops? “It, um, it feels good, I'm just…”
Her train of thought is derailed by the eager little sound that Galinda makes, followed by a hungry, low hum. “Good, darling, you're just…” She presses a warm kiss over Elphaba's pulse, “you make it hard to be patient, Elphie, have I ever told you that you smell absolutely intoxicating?”
Galinda becomes more insistent in her affection, her kisses hot and open-mouthed, sucking on the tender skin in a way that empties Elphaba's lungs of breath, it feels so overwhelmingly good. Her tongue traces teasing patterns, her teeth drag gently over the skin, and Elphaba wonders if she's dreaming, why else would Galinda be kissing her like this?
Even as she feels a fluttering of guilt (among other things that are fluttering), she tips her head to bare her neck to Galinda’s ministrations. “Galinda– what about– oh, Oz– F-Fiyero?”
Galinda inhales sharply, nosing up the side of Elphaba’s throat to rest just under her earlobe. “What about him?” She purrs, sucking a mark into the side of Elphaba’s neck. “Oh, look at you…”
Galinda should have realized what conclusion Elphie would jump to, but she's swept away in her excitement. Waking from the most pleasant dream about licking and nibbling every inch of Elphie’s throat to find the real Elphaba exceedingly receptive to her kisses, at least, has Galinda all in a tizzy. But of course, her darling Elphie might take this as somewhat…unfaithful, considering she doesn't know the details of Galinda’s relationship with Fiyero.
“Well, he's sort of just…convenient.” She offers in explanation, though she really wouldn't prefer to explain why. That discussion should be worked up to slowly, perhaps on the second date or something along those lines she can start dropping hints that she's not entirely a normal girl. “It’s nothing real, darling. We had our fun, but I think we both realized we had different goals in life.”
“Oh. Well, um, that's– that's good,” Elphaba says, voice shaky with excitement, pulse absolutely pounding in a way that makes Galinda’s mouth water.
She could practically purr as she nuzzles into the crook under the sharp line of Elphaba’s jaw. Lurline, is there anything as sublimely perfect as her Elphie? She's been open to Galinda’s attention so far, so Galinda mouths her way back down the elegant sweep of Elphaba’s neck, nibbling at the skin, thrilling at how it pebbles under her touch.
Unfortunately, now that she's allowed herself to get carried away a little, Galinda really loses track of herself. When a slightly more forceful nip makes Elphaba whimper excitedly, it's hard to remember things like patience and restraint. They're just little love-bites, really, after all, Galinda adores her Elphie, and she makes such precious, pretty little gasps every time teeth scrape her skin. Galinda’s careful, of course, even with lust washing over her, she's not going to break the skin as then she'd really lose control.
Elphaba finds that the concept of having Galinda Upland's bite marks on her skin is entirely too thrilling; it fills her with a similar bubbly warm rush to the Gillikinese honey-wine that Fiyero cajoled them all into drinking at the Ozdust the latest time they'd gone. It feels almost deviant, and yet, she'd wear them with pride, and if anyone saw, oh, she would hope she could tell all of Oz they were Galinda’s. Heat pools downward past her stomach with each graze of the blunt teeth, each bite a jolt of lightning through her.
Strangely enough, though, it's beginning to feel different. The points of her teeth feel like they're getting sharper, almost longer when Galinda drags them over the skin.
Curious, Elphaba pulls away. Her intrigue only deepens when she notices that Galinda’s canines are definitely elongated, ending in razor sharp points. This causes her to stop almost entirely in place, except that she cranes her neck slightly to get a better look. How curious. Some sort of spell? Her academic inquisitiveness is quickly curtailed when Galinda sees where she's looking and jolts back, hands immediately clapped over her mouth.
“Oh! Elphie, I am so sorry, please don't be alarmed, I promise this is nothing to be worried about– oh, how completely dreadful of me!” Her eyes are wide and panicked, the usual warm caramel taking on an oxblood tint. “I swear, darling, I would never– oh, you must just loathe me, I'll understand if you want to switch rooms but I would never hurt you, not in a million years, Elphie!”
Galinda’s heart sinks, how brutish she is! Now darling Elphie will certainly be disgusted with her– she probably won't even want to be the dearest of friends anymore, let alone kissing, all because Galinda is stupid and greedy and monstrous.
“They're…pretty,” Elphaba says softly, but in the depths of her spiraling, Galinda doesn't notice.
“Oh, Elphie, I'm sorry!” If she still blushed naturally, she'd be all blotchy and crimson, Galinda’s sure of it.
“I'm sorry! The last time I was kissing a girl, this wasn't a– a thing, you know, and with Fiyero, they didn't come out until we were much further along! I just– oh, Oz, I'm sorry, it was just kissing, I promise, I wouldn't have broken the skin, I can control myself! I'm still getting used to this, I certainly didn't mean to have them out–”
Her stomach drops out from under her as Elphaba catches her wrists firmly. This is it, now you've done it, Galinda, she's going to shove you away, call you a freak–
But Elphie’s eyes aren't cold and mean, in fact, they glitter the way she gets when she's reading a fascinating book. “Galinda, it's alright. I mean, I have questions– dozens, maybe hundreds – but you don't need to apologize.”
Perplexed, Galinda blinks, a frown coming to her lips as she tries to make sense of this. “I don't?”
“Is this some kind of sorcery?” Elphaba asks, in full scholar mode, an eager flush dusting her cheeks. “Oh! Your eyes– they're all the way red now.” She stares, and Galinda feels calmer looking into Elphie's eyes, she always has.
“They're pretty too,” Elphaba murmurs softly under her breath. “The cuspids and the lateral incisors sharpen, that's fascinating, you'd think that would reduce the utility, anatomically you lose the shearing function–”
Galinda knows Elphaba will go on like this if no one stops her, she doesn't mean to treat Galinda like a lab experiment, she's just an inquisitive person, but now that Galinda’s done waiting for the other shoe to drop, for Elphaba to recoil in horror and disgust, she has room to be a little cross with herself for disrupting their kissing.
Perhaps if she gets the questions out of the way briskly, there may still be room for romance? Probably not tonight, but a girl can dream, can't she?
“They're for puncturing, Elphaba, dear. I don't eat solid food anymore. I only drink blood. From willing donors, mind you!”
But it seems at no point since the revelation has Elphaba been afraid Galinda would attack her. It makes a warm feeling swell in Galinda’s chest– of course, she wouldn't, but it's still heartening to know that Elphie knows that too, and trusts her.
Elphaba is undeterred from her scientific inquiry. “Ah, that would make sense, based on the shape of the teeth... you said anymore– you weren't always…?”
“Dead?” Galinda sighs. “No, I wasn't born a vampire. Just months before starting at Shiz– horrendible timing! – I was a normal, bright-eyed Gillikinese girl, happy as can be, and most importantly, still alive.” She harumphs. “And you know, I should have known better, it's not like we don't know about vampires in Northern Gillikin, they– we, I suppose I should say– don't mind the cold. But I was young and in…mild infatuation, and this ghastly boy, who I thought was quite cute at the time, asked if I would be his, forever, and you know me, Elphie, I can get quite carried away, only how was I to know he meant it literally? Right before university, too! Of course it's been an atrociable time adjusting to all of this. I suspect it's partially why I was so unpleasant to you at the beginning of the semester– well, that and the terrible jealousy over your magic.” She shrugs sheepishly.
The questions are practically bubbling out of Elphaba; Galinda can practically see her cataloging them for later. “But…you go out in the sun? Is that just a myth, then?”
“It would be quite painful without the elixirs and tinctures my mothers send me. But Gillikinese alchemists have long since figured out these sorts of things.”
“Is that what’s in those packages?”
Galinda nods. “That, and blood. I refuse to just go around biting people left and right.”
Elphaba brightens, a realization dawning, and even as Galinda mourns the loss of the kissing, she is so terribly smitten with her scholarly roommate. “Oh! That's why you sleep so strangely! It's hibernatory behavior!”
It's so endearing how excited she gets, Galinda could just bite her. Cuteness aggression, if that's a real thing. She giggles at Elphie’s enthusiasm. “Mhm. My mothers do their best to keep this quiet, so I can live a normal life. As normal as one can, anyway, when one will be twenty years old for the rest of eternity. So sometimes their shipments are delayed, it's difficult to be discreet and still source the blood ethically. And poor Fiyero can only give so much.”
Galinda smiles apologetically. “I really am sorry that my fangs came out and spoiled our moment. Normally it's easier to hide them because I'm better fed, and…” if she could blush, she would, “...I was also um, very excited.”
Elphaba can blush, and she looks away for a moment. “Oh…um, no, that's okay, I…” Her voice drops to a near whisper, but of course Galinda is entirely attuned to it even without her unnatural senses. “I was excited too.”
Hell and Oz, Elphaba Thropp has never been so bold in her life, but when it's Galinda– sweet, mesmerizing Galinda – she almost feels confident enough to get over her nerves. It's a shock, certainly, the vampirism; she'd thought they were a myth, much like folk tales that the Ozma line was descended from the fae. People misunderstand all sorts of magic, of course, and rumors abound.
But apparently vampires are real, and Galinda is one; upon slight reflection, it changes very little of how Elphaba feels towards Galinda, except that she's now incredibly curious about the details of it all.
Certainly, it doesn't make her want to kiss Galinda any less.
The blonde looks at her with eyes like garnets, glittering with anticipation even as she worries her bottom lip between her flat teeth. “But obviously, things have changed, right? I mean, it's one thing to be doing romantical things with Galinda Upland, of the Upper Uplands, and another entirely with Galinda, the dead girl–”
“You said you haven't been eating well?” Elphaba interjects, because really, she can't handle Galinda being cruel to herself because of her condition. “And you've been sleeping a lot more. Do you need to eat? As your friend, I don't like to see you suffer.”
Galinda’s eyes go particularly wide, and she reflexively covers her mouth again, even though the secret is out.
“Oh, Elphie, no, I couldn't. I mean, you have to understand, I’m not particularly experienced in biting people, most of my blood comes from a bottle. But…it seems like Fiyero…well, enjoys it.” She fusses nervously with the ends of her hair, looking very uncharacteristically unconfident. “In a way that’s…less about doing his friendly duties, if you catch my meaning. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
Is it possible Galinda wasn't interested in her earlier? Perhaps Elphaba was just misreading the situation, obviously she doesn't have a ton of practice with other people, and who knows if the norms of intimacy are different among vampires?
She finds this quite disheartening, but isn't that what you get when you allow yourself to hope for things? Still, she's torn by the fact that Galinda needs help– help that she can offer.
“You’re my best friend, Galinda, I want to help you. Please? Let me do this for you?”
Galinda’s lips fall open slightly, and Elphaba is drawn to their fullness, even as she knows she shouldn't be. Unnamed, the hot kisses felt so incredibly good on the sensitive skin of her neck.
“Oh, Miss Elphaba, you're too good to me,” Galinda murmurs, her voice thick and alluring. “Are you entirely certain? Because really, I'll be fine if I don't. A little sluggish, perhaps, but I'm in no danger of starving.”
Words can't express how certain Elphaba is, she's never been so fond of another person as she is of Galinda, and even if her yearning is unrequited, she can still come to her friend's assistance. So she sweeps the braids out of the way, tilting her head to expose her neck.
“I'm sure, Galinda.”
No amount of preparation could have readied her for the way it feels to have a shuddery breath brush ghostlike over her neck, knowing what's coming as Galinda hovers. The blonde's voice is rich and wanting, sending little tingling bursts of electricity down Elphaba’s spine.
“Darling, you smell so delicious, do you know that? I don't think you have any idea what you do to me,” Galinda husks, and then her lips caress Elphaba’s skin, drawing a hitched gasp from verdant lips. “Oh, my Elphie, you're so perfect–”
She bites softly on Elphaba’s neck, the flare of blunt pressure sudden and heated, the points of her sharper teeth lingering even as Galinda soothes the spot with her lips. Elphaba shivers as Galinda’s canines drag lightly down the curvature of her neck, tongue tracing patterns along the top of her collarbone.
Galinda peppers small kisses all over, causing an ache to settle low in Elphaba’s stomach, a yearning that only intensifies when they turn to nibbling bites. Yet still, they're so tender, she can feel the sharpness of Galinda’s teeth but they don't break the skin, just grazing and teasing.
And then suddenly, she stops, resting her lips over Elphaba's pulse. Wiggling slightly, she adjusts her position in Elphaba’s lap, one hand coming to cup her jaw, the other tracing lazily down the back of Elphaba’s neck. They're nearly forehead to forehead, and Galinda’s eyes are like pooled ruby mirrors. The proximity is nearly hypnotic; if Elphaba just leaned forward, their lips would brush. But this is just helping Galinda, nothing to do with her own selfish desires, so she waits, a heat flowing to the lowest places in her.
“It will hurt slightly at first, darling,” Galinda says softly, apologetic. “I wish I could do something about that, but I can't. Fiyero says the pain goes away quickly, though, if that's any consolation. Are you ready? Are you sure you want to do this?”
Swallowing thickly, Elphaba nods.
“Just tell me if you want me to stop.” Galinda leans down, placing the tenderest kiss yet to Elphaba’s neck. The points of her teeth dimple the skin, just pressure, none of the sharp tearing of a puncture. She's still warm from blankets and the shared body heat, her mouth hot and wet, sparking a fire in the pit of Elphaba's stomach, a tightness that she typically associates with the kind of book she only reads when she’s alone, hands exploring under her nightgown.
The pain flares, a lancing sharpness not unlike a doctor's needle, but it dissipates quickly, replaced with a whirl of sensations. There’s a hot flush that comes over her, her skin beginning to bead with sweat, her head beginning to spin. Molten silver courses through her veins, a pleasant hum spreading through her whole body before intensifying at her core. The muffled, pleasured groan Galinda makes as she feeds certainly doesn't do anything to quell that.
Elphaba whimpers, and she’s afraid Galinda will misread it, thinking it’s pained and stop, but the vampire clearly understands, pressing a soft kiss to the column of her neck. Fangs anchored, Galinda’s tongue laps lightly at the punctured skin, a tingling feeling starting to spread– it doesn’t hurt at all anymore, replaced with a comfortable warmth.
When Galinda applies her lips more firmly, drawing the blood out, it's a bolt of lightning straight to Elphaba’s clit, and caught off guard by the sudden intensity, she bites down on her tongue so sharply that her mouth is filled with a copper tang.
She can see Galinda’s eyes dart over wildly, and the blonde withdraws her teeth, leaving small rivulets of blood to bead at Elphaba’s neck.
“Elphie, darling, your tongue is bleeding,” Galinda all but purrs. “If you'd like, I can clean that up for you.”
Head reeling at a frantic pace, Elphaba just lets her lips fall open, a needy mhm spilling out, and then Galinda is pressing their lips together in a messy kiss. Her tongue dances along Elphaba’s, and when Elphaba follows, Galinda’s lips curl around and suck ever so lightly. It's a good thing her mouth is occupied; Elphaba fears the sort of utterly desperate sounds she'd be making if not.
Galinda feels intoxicated in a way no liquor has ever, could ever make her; nothing has ever tasted this sweet or rich, and she knows nothing else will ever compare. Kissing Elphaba while getting to taste her is the most indulgent pleasure– but alas, Elphie is breathless, and Galinda should probably clean up her neck before the blood stains her nightgown.
“Mmm, Elphie, you taste so delicious, I could get addicted to you,” Galinda husks, but then she wonders if she's coming on too strongly– after all, she wouldn't want to frighten Elphie by rushing things. “Your blood, I mean! Your blood is delicious.”
How embarrassing. She's never lost her balance like this before, not with Fiyero, none of the boys or girls she flirted with made her feel so… so discomposed!
Quickly attempting to conceal her shakiness, she bows her head again, lapping up the crimson trails on Elphaba’s neck. Keening lowly, her beloved offers a breathy plea for “more, Galinda, take as much as you want,” and who is Galinda to refuse?
She bites down again, sealing her mouth to Elphie’s neck, feeling the enthusiastic shudder run through emerald skin. The pulse beneath her lips quickens, the blood flowing hot and southbound, Elphaba’s arousal clouding the air. Underneath her straddled perch, Galinda can feel the tremors running through Elphie’s thighs, the contractions in her core, the breathless words that don’t quite make it out of her throat.
“Oh, Oz, Galinda!” Elphaba cries, low and breathy, and then she tucks her head against Galinda’s neck like the sensation is overwhelming. Her hips jerk erratically, choked whimpers escaping faster and faster. “I think I’m– mmh!” Her whole body locks up against Galinda’s, twitching and shaking until she climaxes with a throaty moan. Lurline, the things it does to Galinda to see her like this.
Painstakingly, Galinda soothes the bite mark with her tongue, lapping gently until the blood begins to slow. The skin underneath is flushed a dark forest green; when Galinda is finished cleaning Elphie up, she sees that it extends to her cheeks, and her eyes are cast downwards.
“I…I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…” Elphaba winces sheepishly, “that wasn’t what this was supposed to be about, and I made it–”
Oh, perhaps this was a bad idea after all. The poor dear is all flustered– Galinda knows Elphie doesn’t have much romantic experience, and she’s clearly embarrassed at the way she reacted.
“No, no, not at all, dearest,” Galinda interrupts briskly, “didn’t I say Fiyero got like that too? I mean, it seems to be a normal part of the process, it’s certainly nothing to be ashamed of!” Hell and Oz, what if she moved too fast because she was greedy and self-centered and now their friendship is ruined? Galinda would love nothing more than to pounce on Elphie, tasting her has been extremely arousing, but what if Elphie can’t ever look at her again because she’s embarrassed about having Galinda see her climax? What if Elphie’s realized Galinda’s a monstrous creature now that the haze has cleared?
The best thing for it is simply to give her space. Right? It must be. She’ll let Elphie compose herself, and hope that when she returns, things can be normal between them. “Anyway, I’ll give you some privacy! The sun will be setting soon, and there are a number of things I’ve been putting off due to my state of exhaustion!”
She scurries out of the room, desperately trying not to think about what Elphaba Thropp sounds like in the throes of an orgasm, nor how her blood is richer than the finest wines, and definitely not how she still wants to kiss all over every inch of her! In her haste, she doesn’t notice the worried, self-doubting look on Elphaba’s face.