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It was a standoff, but Elphaba couldn’t tell who exactly was standing off against who. Fiyero had his gun pointed at her, but his dark blue eyes flicked anxiously back and forth between her and the Wizard. Whilst Glinda’s darker eyes took in the scene with pure bewilderment.

Elphaba couldn’t blame her since she felt much the same, she had no idea where this was going. Only that Fiyero was holding a gun to her–Fiyero; Fiyero whose whole philosophy was to dance through life, even if that wasn’t really who he was. But now…now she doesn't seem to know him at all.

Until he lowers the gun and surprises her again as he turns his attention to Glinda–his fiancée–and boldly declares, “I’m going with her.” 

“What?” Glinda asked a clock-tick before Elphaba, the beginnings of betrayal forming in the sympathetic scrunch of her eyebrows. 

Elphaba echoed it, more confused than anything as she murmured, “What?”

But Fiyero didn’t wait as he secured his gun to his side, walking with purpose towards Elphaba and taking hold of her arm, prepared to lead her away from here. It had been so long since anyone had touched her, and now all of a sudden she had been smothered with affection from Glinda, and even handheld by the Wizard. And now Fiyero’s touch was…sending odd, nervous tingles up her arm from where his hand held her.

“Let’s go,” he tells her firmly, brokering no argument. Elphaba knew why. They needed to leave. 

Now. 

Even with the Wizard in the cage, the other Galeforce soldiers would be back–and soon.

“What?” Elphaba heard herself whisper again in pure disbelief, unable to wrap her brilliant mind around the fact that Fiyero–Prince Fiyero–was choosing her over Glinda the Good.

Glinda–whose wheels were turning quickly in her head–was breathless as she asked“Wait what…?” Then the beginnings of betrayal became fully fledged as her eyes darted from side to side rapidly. Elphaba knew–instantly knew–that she must be scouring over each instance of Elphaba and Fiyero’s interactions, piecing together things that Elphaba hadn’t even known about.

With a gasp, her best friend whispered through gentle tears, “You mean to tell me the two of you…this whole time?” 

Elphaba watched Glinda’s heart break in real time, and not just once, but twice; halved then halved again until she was splintered into fourths, and with such brittle remains of her caring, loving heart, Elphaba watched as they disappeared like dust in the wind.

“No, it wasn’t like that!” she rushed to say, because it hadn’t been…had it? She hadn’t even truly realized her feelings for Fiyero, not until this moment. And she would never have dreamed about him loving her, choosing her. It was unfathomable. Her father always told her how unlovable she was, now here she stood caught between two people who loved her so very dearly. One of which was hurting the other, and she was unfortunately aiding and abetting that heartache. But it wasn’t like that?

Wasn’t it? Her mind whispered back, as traitorously as ever. You felt it that first night. He made your heart stir. You felt it after the Lion cub incident, when his bravery astounded and frustrated you, when you touched his face. You tried to convince yourself you weren’t that girl.

That Glinda–golden hair with a gentle curl, blithe smile and lithe limb–was the one he had chosen.

Glinda…Glinda who had been the first to accept her, even before Fiyero. Glinda who had been her first real friend. Glinda who had risked her reputation–which was everything to her–to dance with her at the Ozdust. Glinda who had wiped her tears away. Glinda who had tried to hard to connect to her after their dance, even if it was confirmed how truly different they were,

Glinda who had wished for her to get her heart’s desire. Her heart’s desire in that moment being Glinda.

Glinda who didn’t come with her.

Fiyero who would have. Who was.

She had chosen Glinda, Glinda had chosen Fiyero, and Fiyero had chosen her, Elphaba Thropp, the misanthrope of all of Oz, enemy number one.

“We have to go, Elphaba,” Fiyero murmured through her erratic thoughts, reminding her of how she was being split in two.

Elphaba didn’t think she could be surprised anymore, until Glinda marched forward, her hands holding her dress up so she didn’t trip. Her face was set into such determination, it reminded Elphaba of her failed makeover. Yet it was far more serious than she’d ever seen on her best friend.

“Not without me, you aren’t. We aren’t done with this conversation,” Glinda nearly growled out, her voice dropping down into a lower register Elphaba hadn’t known existed.

It made her shiver.

It made her want; a luxury she had never allowed herself. Even as she had yearned for them both in her hidden treehouse, she had never let herself want, truly want.

But now…now they both wanted to come with her.

Fiyero stared at Glinda as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing, what he was seeing.

“Now? You want to leave now? After I tried–”

Glinda interrupted him. “It feels like it’s now or never, Fi. I…I won’t, I refuse to be left behind again.” She paused and glanced at the Wizard as a weight slid off her shoulders. “Consider this my official resignation, Your Ozness.” Then it was her rushing towards Elphaba, taking her other arm.

“Elphie, Fiyero’s right. We need to go before they come back…before Madame Morrible finds us.” Glinda shuddered at the thought, which made Elphaba wonder just what Madame Morrible was to Glinda, and how she had treated her.

But now wasn’t the time.

Because Glinda was right, Fiyero was right.

They needed to leave.

Now.

They rushed off together, arm in arm as Oz, the Great and Terrible, shouted, “You three deserve each other!”

The trio came to the doors to a balcony as Elphaba paused, tugging on Fiyero and Glinda’s arms to get them to stop. Because she needed to say something before they left.

“You frightened me,” Elphaba began, unable to hide the vulnerability creeping into her normally stoic voice. “For a while there I thought you two had changed.” Her emerald eyes looked between her two…she didn’t know what they were now.

But she hoped they would have time to figure it out.

“I have changed,” both Glinda and Fiyero avowed, each glancing to the other with shock on their faces that quickly morphed into something knowing.

Again she hoped they’d have time to figure this out.

“Alright, how do we do this?” Fiyero asked as he clapped his hands together, studying the broom that could most likely barely seat two, let alone three.

Elphaba didn’t have any ideas and was surprised again by Glinda who offered a simple solution.

“Fiyero sit behind Elphie and I’ll sit on your lap.”

It seemed easy enough, assuming the broom could hold their weight.

She’d will it, if she had to. She had magic now, why couldn’t she?

Elphaba didn’t even need the broomstick to fly.

They’d make it work.

They’d have to.

There was no other choice. No going back. Only forward.

She let the broom hover and swung her leg over it, feeling more than seeing Fiyero mimic her a little awkwardly. Elphaba glanced over her shoulder as Fiyero helped Glinda onto his lap, the girl sitting side saddle with her arms wrapped around Fiyero’s neck. Fiyero wrapped one of his arms around each of their waists and held on as tightly as he could.

The feeling of Fiyero held fast behind her, of Glinda’s body brushing against her, it was almost too much for a touch-starved Elphaba.

Almost, but not quite.

Hoping they were secure, Elphaba steered the broom through the doorways, out onto the balcony, and then into the velvet night.

~~~

They arrived at her hideout, wind strewn and breathless. Fiyero was giddy from the ride, but quickly sombered up once he saw how Elphaba had been living. Elphaba who looked away because she didn’t want to see pity from the two people she loved the most. 

Glinda’s hair was a mess and she was trying to tame it as she entered the treehouse, her eyes narrowed and annoyed until she, too, took in how Elphaba spent her time, alone and unloved.

And it was she who spoke up first as she dragged the hem of her dress over broken twigs and dirt. Elphaba had never seen her so disheveled in her life.

“So, were you two really…behind my back, all this time?” She asked hoarsely, her voice temporarily stolen by the night winds.

Fiyero and Elphaba stepped closer to her, then glanced at each other before looking back to Glinda. “Yes and no,” Fiyero answered as Elphaba shook her head.

 “I told you, it wasn’t like that.”

Glinda’s eyes narrowed as she shrewdly looked between the two of them, as if she could suss out exactly what their contradictory statements meant. Elphaba could blame her.

“Then what was it like?”

Elphaba knew it would be a disservice to lie to her now, so she answered truthfully.

“I fell for Fiyero after we rescued the Lion cub. But I…I didn’t think it was even feasible so I-I…I just locked those feelings away.”

Fiyero nodded vehemently, pointing at Elphaba. “That…well, I…sort of…fell for her at first sight. When we met in the forest–”

“You what?!” Glinda shrieked, shrill and still simmering with emotional infidelity.

Elphaba stepped in. “We met in the forest, the night before he arrived at school,” she answered calmly, openly with her hands reaching out to Glinda. Glinda didn’t back away nor did she rush towards them, in fact she looked like a wounded, cornered animal (not Animal) with her hackles up. And Elphaba was indirectly treating her like one, placating and slow.

“That’s when I…I fell for Elphaba,” Fiyero told her quietly, raising his own hands to stop whatever Glinda might do or say. “But!” He raised a finger. “But I didn’t know I had when I met you, Glin. I swear. My feelings for you…”

It was Glinda who held up a hand, one in the air the other pressing against her stomach.

“I know how you feel about me,” she shattered her illusion, the grand illusion. 

Elphaba thought she's finally popping her bubble. Because hadn’t Elphaba known Fiyero didn’t care for Glinda, and that Glinda had only wanted to possess Fiyero, not know him or truly want him.

But she said none of this, letting the couple–former couple?–talk it out.

“I think I’ve always known…” Glinda went on, turning her back on them as she walked a little bit away, but stayed within earshot. “Because I feel the same. I…love you Fiyero but I’m not…”

“....In love with you,” he finished for her, wincing even though she couldn’t see him. Until she turned sharply around, nodding.

“Yes, and I think…” her dark gaze looked at them. “...I think I always knew about you two. The train station…” She trailed off, her eyes faraway.

“When I showed up to wish Elphaba goodbye, and brought her…flowers,” the Prince cringed at his past actions, scrubbing a hand over his rugged face.

“Yes…” Glinda murmured as if she were back on that platform, declaring herself Glinda so that the two people she cared about the most would be impressed with her. Elphaba had seen right through that, too, as had Fiyero. “You brought her a poppy, completely ignoring me…and that moment…” Her brows scrunched up as she began to see–really see–how deep the treachery went.

“The moment,” he breathed out, nodding along as he approached Glinda, but she shied away from him, staring only at Elphaba.

Elphaba who was staring back, mirroring the wounded expression on her best friend’s face.

“Galinda,” she started, refusing to use that farce of a name, “It…it isn’t just Fiyero. You have to know that, don’t you?” Rich green eyes implored Galinda to see–truly see–what was right in front of her eyes. She didn’t just love Galinda, she was in love with her. Yet it seemed even Galinda was blind to it.

She approached her friend–her best friend–and took her hands and breathed a sigh of relief when Galinda let her.

“You felt it that night at the Ozdust, my sweet, I know you did,” Elphaba coaxed her gently, rubbing her thumbs over Galinda’s soft knuckles.

Galinda shivered at the memory and looked down at their joint hands.

“I didn’t…I didn’t think that’s what it was. I just wanted your pain to stop. I wanted to…” Then the realization dawned on her. “I just wanted to be with you in that moment. And then every moment after.”

Fiyero glanced between the two girls, frowning as he started to understand what was going on, or trying.

“You mean to tell me that the two of you…the whole time?” He repeated Galinda’s words in astonishment, the irony not lost on him as he closed his eyes for a second. But then his eyes clouded over as he began to search his memories for all those moments, too.

“Ah, I see…” Fiyero said as soft as the night breeze. “It was all of us, all of us the whole time.”

Galinda looked up at Elphaba and blinked. “You really mean it, Elphie? That you…?”

“Feel the same, my sweet? I do,” Elphaba responded quickly, finishing her sentence as she so often did. Because even with this new revelation they were still best friends, right?

“But you and Fiyero…?” Galinda tried to question, but seemed to have no idea where she was going. Fiyero, upon hearing his name, stepped closer to them and placed a hand on each woman’s shoulder.

“Me and Elphaba,” he confirmed gently, squeezing Galinda’s shoulder first as he tried to catch her eye. Then he squeezed Elphaba’s shoulder as he looked towards her. “And you and Glinda.”

It seemed the brainless Prince had figured it out before they did.

“Me and Galinda,” Elphaba confirmed, then smiled almost shyly as she added, “And you and I.”

“But not…us?” Galinda asked in an almost childlike voice, looking up at her former fiancé. Because Elphaba knew a breakup when she saw it, having witnessed enough at Shiz. Yet instead of theatrics and screaming, this was a deafened, careful affair.

“Not us,” Fiyero confirmed with a headshake, smiling down at Galinda almost regretfully. “I wish that could be true, Glin. But it’s not.”

“What–what now?” she stammered at Elphaba and Fiyero, pulling her hands away from Elphaba’s to pull the tiara off her head and toss it uselessly to the side, without even sparing it a glance.

It was Fiyero who suggested, “Why don’t we each take a moment to ourselves?”

Elphaba couldn’t help but agree as she sat down on a fallen tree trunk, the many revelations shocking her to her core.

How could the two most popular, most beautiful people in all of Oz want her?

She looked up and saw Galinda and Fiyero huddled together in front of her wall. They were whispering back and forth to each other, staring at something in Fiyero’s hand.

One of the many ugly–or accurate–caricatures of her spread all throughout the land.

Turning to face her, Fiyero and an intense look on his face as he asserted, “You’re beautiful.” 

“Let me guess, I’m beautiful but you have to look at things another way?” Elphaba countered skeptically, scoffing at him. 

Fiyero kneels before her almost in supplication, eyes nothing but adoring. 

“No, I don’t need to look another way or look past you, Elphaba. I see you.”

“We see you, Elphie,” Galinda corrected gently, coming up behind Elphaba and placing her hands on her shoulders, gripping firmly but not restraining, Elphaba could break free at any time. She appreciated that choice, that freedom. Because Galinda had always grounded her, but sometimes that wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

Galinda, unaware of these thoughts, leaned down, her supple lips hovering just next to Elphaba’s ear.

“I’ve always seen you, too, Elphie,” she nearly begged for Elphaba to understand, to believe her. “It was never the green that held me back. It was you. It was how you saw me, too. You saw past the–the mask I put on.”

“Just as you saw through my mask, Fae,” Fiyero joined in, resting his hands on her knees, rubbing circles with his thumbs.

“Fae, huh?” Elphaba deflected, expertly in her sorry opinion.

Fiyero paused, nervous and tentative as he asked, with the voice almost of a boy’s, “Is that…alright?”

Elphaba rushed to reassure him, greatly disliking how unsure he suddenly was. Fiyero was meant to be confident, in control. Yet here he was at her feet, like she truly was Saint Aelphaba. 

“It is. I like it. Elphie,” she looks up at Galinda then back down to Fiyero, “And Fae.”

Now it was her who was unsure as she reached a hand up to rest over Galinda’s, and then reached a hand down to place over Fiyero’s.

They were bound together by fate, it seemed. Why not be bound together this way?

“Are you sure?” she asked them both, needing them to be sure, needing them to need her, too.

“I’ve never been more certain about anything in my entire life, Fae,” Fiyero told her as seriously as he could, brows narrowed over his indigo eyes.

“How could I not be sure about you, Elphie? It’s you. My best friend, my Elphie,” Galinda’s words whispered against her neck, making her tremble.

Galinda tugged on her cape then, urging Elphaba up.

“Why don’t we get you out of this coat, mh?” 

“I agree,” Fiyero chimed in as he stood up and began to back away, leading Elphaba over to the small mirror she had. Galinda followed behind, and once they arrived she wrapped herself around Elphaba, burying her face in the crook of her neck.

“I dreamt about this. But I thought I was just confused. I’d never had a real friend before…and I’d never had these thoughts about boys either,” Galinda’s lips touched Elphaba’s neck as she began to undo her cape. Their eyes met in the mirror, much like they had that morning after everything had changed between them.

“Why Miss Elphaba look at you…mmh…you’re beautiful,” she repeated the words, her smile as revelatory as it had been back then.

Fiyero looked over his shoulder as he tasked himself with unbuttoning her coat.

“She’s right, Fae. You’re the most beautiful woman in all of Oz.”

Elphaba couldn’t see it, but she tried to, tried to see what they saw.

But all she saw was green.

Which made her grab Fiyero’s hands as he went to undo the last button.

“Wait, I-I’m…I’m green everywhere else, too,” she stammered, sounding piteous and panicked.

Galinda giggled behind her, which nearly made Elphaba turn around and snap. But before she could, Galinda explained, “Elphie, I lived with you for nearly a year. I know that. And I’m sure Fiyero, though brainless as he is, knows that, too.”

Fiyero nodded enthusiastically. “Fae, I–” he glanced over Elphaba’s shoulder then nodded, “–we love your green. It was what drew me to you that first night.”

“It was what kept you in my thoughts,” Galinda admitted from behind her. “Everytime I saw even the hint of green, my heart skipped a beat. I didn’t know why, but now…I do.”

“I love you, Elphaba. All of you. I don’t love you in spite of your green. I love you because you are green. You are the single most unique woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. And it’s not just your skin, it’s your brilliant mind, and your staunch values,” Fiyero looked over her head towards Galinda who had finally taken the cape off and placed it on its hook.

Elphaba thought it fitting that Galinda–who had put the cape on–was the one to take it off.

Then her coat was removed and placed with it, revealing the scant bits of lace and cotton underneath that revealed not only her muscular arms but her legs as well.

She suddenly felt self-conscious, like a girl again being made to feel ashamed of her skin.

Yet…she felt lips touching her bare shoulders, kissing their way down all the exposed skin.

There were hands on her arms, rubbing them up and down. And when she looked up, she saw pure wonder in Fiyero’s eyes, as if he had never seen something so beautiful in his life.

Catching Galinda’s eyes through the mirror, she saw the same awe in her eyes, and something else, something darker…

Lust.

Desire.

Love.

All directed at her.

It was too much, so she pulled away from both of them and rushed off to grab her woolen knit sweater, draping it over her body to hide away.

“I can’t–I can’t believe you two could–could want me…” Elphaba told them with her back to them.

Then she heard dual footsteps and felt a soft touch at her left, and then a rougher one at her right.

“Then let us make you believe, Fae,” Fiyero promised her, leaning down, angling his face so he could kiss the corner of her lips.

Galinda did the same, having a much easier go at it being almost the same height as Elphaba.

Then their lips trailed down her neck, and each took hold of her sweater, inching it down little by little.

“Would it make you feel better, Elphie, if we undressed, too?” Galinda all but purred as she let go of the sweater, where it was now exposing an emerald shoulder.

“Yes, would it, Fae?” Fiyero asked as he was already beginning to undress, a slow, sensual affair, until he was shirtless and just in his pants.

Galinda unzipped her dress with deft fingers and let it fall to her feet, revealing a strapless matching white, silken slip. A very short slip that made Elphaba’s eyes wander down smooth thighs to curling, painted toes.

Elphaba didn’t know where to look as all this bare skin loomed closer, and so she ducked away again, not quite rushing down the walkway not even realizing she was heading towards her outdoor bed.

“Elphie!”

“Fae!”

But she didn’t listen as she practically ran from them.

“Make me believe,” Elphaba whispered to the trees as she looked up at the night sky, as if the stars might have the answers she needed. As if the stars could give her the strength to believe on her own.

The stars offered nothing but their light and beauty.

She sighed and turned quickly when she heard footsteps behind her, finding the half-dressed figures of her…her what? What were they to her now? What did you call this odd trifecta?

“Elphie, you don’t have to–to flee from us,” Galinda huffed out a breath, not from annoyance from exertion, it seemed she and Fiyero had run to catch up to her after a moment’s hesitation. Fiyero’s chest heaved slightly, but he had been much more active as Captain of the Galeforce, so he rebounded quicker.

They each reached for her hands and pulled her to them until she was flush against both their chests. 

“Elphie, oh my kind, sweet Elphie,” Galinda breathed out, taking Elphaba’s hand and placing it over her fast-beating heart. Fiyero mirrored his former fiancée, and placed Elphaba’s other hand on his bare chest.

Galinda was soft, despite her edges, and Fiyero was coarse and firm, muscled where Galinda was not. They couldn’t have been more different.

Yet with the same emotions reflecting in their eyes, they couldn’t be more the same.

“Kiss me–kiss me fiercely,” Elphaba pleaded with them both, “Please, make me believe, if only for one night, I can–I can be loved.”

Fiyero chuckled as he stroked her hand. “My dearest Fae, we are all going to be together. Forever.” He sounded so certain, smug even as if he knew something she didn’t.

It made her want to reflexively pull back, but she didn’t.

Galinda echoed Fiyero after a moment, not of hesitation but of realization that this was it. For all of them. “Forever, Elphie. Together forever.”

“It's just," Elphaba paused, a second of contemplation, "Even in my wildest dreams, I could never imagine laying with either of you." She looked down, not wanting to see their expressions after the admission. For her doubt and her hesitation.

A soft hand tucked itself under her chin and raised her gaze back up; Galinda.

“My Elphie, you are the one who is a dream come true. Not us.”

Fiyero spoke calmly, his voice smooth as the surface of the river that surrounded Shiz, “we’ve both fallen under your spell, Fae.”

That comment made them all burst into laughter, the one-liner corny, the joke cheesy. But it had done what it needed to do.

Whatever remaining tension Elphaba clung to shattered and in its place Elphaba felt a sense of calm. Because these were her closest friends, the two people she loved most.

The blue moon appeared from out behind the clouds, illuminating the trio in its guiding light.

“Come be how you want to, Fae,” Fiyero urged her on, leaning down again, but giving her plenty of time to draw away.

“And we can see how bright we shine, Elphie,” Galinda was tilting her face in as well.

“We’ll borrow the moonlight…even if you believe it’s only for tonight,” Fiyero continued for her.

“We’ll make you believe that tonight is forever, Elphie,” Galinda urged her.

“As long as you’re ours,” they said together, finally showing the united front they’d never been before. United for her.

Elphaba didn’t know how to fight it anymore, not when they were both so sincere, so–so–so…

So hungry for her.

And she felt that same hunger, and she knew it had a name.

All she needed to do was name it, all she needed to do was open herself up to it.

“I love you, too,” she whispered to both of her…lovers. Because that’s what they were, right? 

Or soon to be.

She no longer felt skittish, in fact a sort of anticipatory feeling was creeping over her. It was something she often got before skirmishes with the Wizard’s army, but now it was here where she was safe to explore the rush of adrenaline coursing through her body. She wasn’t just safe to explore these feelings, she was just safe. She’d never felt so secure in her lush forest hideout.

And though she no longer felt skittish, a tentatively sly made its way to her full green lips.

Elphaba took a step back down the path and watched as Galinda and Fiyero did the same.

Then she took another.

She watched as they both seemed to realize, simultaneously, that she was playing with them.

Turning away she continued on down the path, listening as twigs were crunched behind her.

“Elphie?”

“Fae?”

But all she did was call out over her shoulder, “Can you keep up?” And with that, she lifted herself into the air and floated quickly over the path, her ears catching frantic footfalls.

“Elphie, this isn’t very funny! We’re here declariating our mutual love for you–”

“–And you’re using your magic on us!”

Elphaba cackled that familiar cackle, her signature, landing yards away as she ducked behind a thick tree. She used her green to her advantage, blending in once again with the foliage. Except this time, Fiyero held no shaking gun to her, this time he wasn’t hunting her. He was simply looking for her, chasing after her.

With Galinda of all people hot on his trail.

“She went this way,” Fiyero whispered far too loudly to Galinda.

“Are you sure? I thought she went that way.”

“You’re both wrong!” Elphaba called back as she ducked and snuck behind another tree, chuckling to herself.

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t enjoying herself.

And perhaps this was another test, to see how far they would go. Would Galinda go traipsing through the woods for her? In her lingerie no less? She had a feeling Fiyero would, but Galinda was a wildcard.

Yet as she moved she still heard two sets of feet moving around.

“Galinda, go that way,” Fiyero hissed to her.

“Fi, I am in heels for Oz sake! I can only go so far in this thick thicket!”

Elphaba giggled to herself, a hand over her mouth to muffle it. Their bickering reminded her of Shiz, of better, happier, easier times. Except it was all so different now, wasn’t it?

She was so sure of herself, that she had a good lead, that she didn’t see the moonlit shadows closing in on her.

“Aha!”

“Found you!”

Two pairs of hands grabbed her, but instead of pulling her they closed in on her pressing her to the tree.

“You can’t run from us,” Galinda told her firmly.

“You can’t hide from us,” Fiyero added on. “Not anymore.”

Galinda caressed her face as Fiyero leaned down and rested his cheek against the top of her head.

“Stay with us, Fae,” he murmured to her, a quiet plea, but one straight from his heart.

“Please, Elphie. No more running, no more hiding. Be with us,” Galinda whispered against her cheek, nuzzling her nose along. “Haven’t we all waited enough?”

And hadn’t they? Hadn’t they waited years for this moment? Hadn’t they waited long enough?

“I’ve just–I’ve never…” Elphaba stumbled over her words, feeling her cheeks heat up. She knew her partners had to be more experienced than her, and highly doubted they had never…been together in their four years away from her. Even if they clearly didn’t have those feelings for each other, they must have.

“That’s okay, Fae,” Fiyero was quick to say, kissing the top of her head in reassurance. “I, uh, have plenty of it–”

“Fiyero used to be such a slut,” Galinda told Elphaba, as though scandalized. But Elphaba knew it was just her way of trying to make Elphaba feel at ease. It worked, because she laughed a little suddenly at that, a quick almost thunderclap of a laugh.

“Hey! I would say I am…experienced,” he defended himself, his defensiveness played up to further put Elphaba at ease. Because these were her friends. The people closest to her. No matter what happened that wouldn’t change. It was something she just knew.

“And Galinda, well–”

Galinda squawked, “I’m plenty experienced, too! Just not like you.”

Elphaba laughed again, earning herself twin looks from her partners.

“What we mean to say, Elphie, is that we’ll take care of you. I know what feels good for me, and I’m sure it’ll feel good for you, too,” Galinda said as she narrowed her eyes at Fiyero, daring him to interrupt her. 

“We’ll take care of you,” Fiyero repeated Galinda’s words, wrapping his arm around her back as Galinda wrapped her arm around Elphaba’s front.

Elphaba looked back and forth between the two of them, settling on Galinda as she leaned in, taking initiative and nuzzling their noses together, lips not quite touching, just a breath away.

“Take us to bed, Elphie…let us show you how good you are, and how good you deserve to feel,” her sweet purred, her breath puffing against Elphaba’s lips like the ghost of a kiss.

Fiyero was running his fingers through her wild braids, nails lightly scratching her scalp in a way that brought goosebumps to the surface of her whole body.

“Please, Fae,” he begged her, desperation beginning to seep into his voice.

Elphaba didn’t need to hear another word.

As they all closed in on one another, never losing contact, Elphaba felt a lightness in her she hadn’t felt since that day in the poppy field. That lightness translated into her body, and with ease she didn’t know she had, she lifted her lovers into starlight.

Galinda gasped and clung tighter to her and looked around not quite in fear, but with some level of anxiety. Fiyero though was calmer and had an expression of pure wonderment on his face.

“Fae, you’re magic,” he told her in a hushed, awed tone.

“Yes, yes, she is magical, she has put us under her spell, but can we come back down now?” Galinda muttered without any bite, still clinging like a koala to Elphaba.

Their reactions were so them it made her laugh again, a rich, carefree sound that bubbled out of her.

She didn’t just sound like a girl again, she felt like one.

It didn’t take them long before they were landing gently on her bed, both ending up kneeling next to her.

But now Elphaba didn’t know what to do.

Galinda moved first, brushing her braids off her shoulders, as Fiyero began to pull her cardigan down off her body. “Want to feel your skin on mine,” he professed to her, smiling almost demurely down at her. Fiyero…shy?

Yet here he was, his fingers fumbling with nerves.

She had to wonder if he was like that with his other lovers or just her.

“Can I–can you…can you both strip first?” Elphaba asked almost anxiously, her face heating up again at such a bold question.

Well, Galinda didn’t need to be told twice. She had already kicked off her heels and that left just her chemise which she ripped off her head.

Elphaba had seen Galinda in various states of undress, but never nude.

She was as lithe as Elphaba had thought, skinny, ribs slightly visible, a sharp collarbone, and small, perky breasts capped with the most beautiful, tiny pink nipples. It was the same pink as her lips, Elphaba thought to herself.

Then she dared to look down where Galinda’s legs were slightly spread and found a small, well-groomed patch of dark blonde curls. 

Curls that curls that shimmered in the moonlight with a wetness that was caused by her.

She really wants me.

Fiyero had more trouble taking his boots and pants off, but soon he was bare for her too.

He wasn’t just muscular and fit, but lean as well. His muscles weren’t for show, but rather hard-earned from training. His hands were calloused as they touched her, and then she also chanced a glance downwards to find his…what did they call them in those harlequin novels? Not a penis, surely, but a…

As if reading her mind, Fiyero asked almost amused, “Do you like my cock, Fae?”

Elphaba blushed all over her still (mostly) covered body, but she nodded to the question.

“Well, what about me! Do you like my…” then it was Galinda’s turn to blush as she trailed off, a girl of her standing far too proper to say the word she wanted to say.

“Yes, Fae, do you like Galinda’s beautiful flower and how it’s dripping its nectar for you?”

That term was much preferable, Elphaba thought.

But it seemed Galinda wasn’t satisfied. “Fiyero! If yours gets to be a cock then mine gets to be a–a–a…a cu-cunt.”

She could barely get the words out and it made Elphaba and Fiyero break into shared laughter as she leaned against his nude body.

“Let me handle the dirty talk, darling,” Fiyero suggested to Galinda who just clamped her lips shut and nodded.

Elphaba had no qualms with that, at least not yet. She was curious now, what Galinda would act like during…sex, what she would sound like. Could she speak like Fiyero eventually?

And, Oz, Elphaba rather hoped she would.

“Now, it’s your turn, Elphie,” Galinda coaxed her, slipping her fingers under one of the straps of her lingerie, Fiyero mirroring her as the slowly slid the lace down to reveal emerald breasts, bigger than Galinda’s and with fuller, more prominent jade nipples. 

“Here, why don’t we do this, hm?” Fiyero whispered into her ear as he moved to the headboard, sitting down and spreading his legs, his cock standing tall and proud amidst a bed of well-maintained dark curls, thicker and coarser than Galinda’s by the look of them. He patted the space between his legs. “Come, Fae. Remember, we’ll take care of you. This is about you.”

Galinda nodded as she followed Elphaba, looking to Fiyero for a moment before he nodded. She grabbed the hem of Elphaba’s lacy slip and pulled it all the way down, revealing a wild, untamed bush over plump emerald lips, a pretty, rich pink inside, and dripping with need.

Elphaba didn’t have second a clock-tick to feel self-conscious as she watched Galinda’s eyes drink her in, marveling at her. Marveling.

“Elphie, you’re so beautiful…you are the flower here, not me.”

Fiyero leaned his head around Elphaba, looking down as he kissed the side of her neck.

“She’s right, Fae. That is the single most gorgeous sight I’ve ever seen. And you look ready for us…” He paused, letting his words hang for a moment before adding, “...But not ready enough.”

His dark blue eyes–dark like the night sky–looked at Galinda as he mused aloud, “Glin, why don’t you…kiss our Fae?”

That made the other girl’s dark eyes–like the bark of the trees surrounding her–widen and then look at Elphie too.

“Would you like that, Elphie? Would you like to kiss me?” Galinda leaned in eagerly, just as she had that morning after the Ozdust. But instead of an excited, mischievous smile, she looked eager to please, waiting for a yes. As though she were hanging onto Elphaba’s every command, should she issue one.

“Kiss me,” Elphaba breathed out, hot with want. She never knew she could be this forward, but once Fiyero had put the thought into her head she couldn’t stop thinking about how soft Galinda’s lips must feel. She needed to confirm.

Galinda closed her eyes and leaned in, tilting her head as she went to connect their lips, only to stop with a dramatic little gasp.

“Elphie! Is this your first kiss?”

Elphaba nodded slowly, starting to feel self-conscious again. But somehow Fiyero sensed this and placed more kisses along her bare shoulders, helping her to relax into his touch.

“Of course it is, my sweet,” she had to explain patiently, but wanting to instead say, who would kiss me?

But she had her answer here, didn’t she?

“I just want to make your first kiss everything it should be!” Galinda squeaked out nervously, but then she composed herself, toss-tossing her hair over her shoulder and standing up straight on her knees.

She leaned in again, but this time cupped Elphaba’s face in her hands, cradling her like she was something special, something that deserved to be handled with care.

It made the memory of their Ozdust dance come to mind, of how Galinda had wiped away her tears and comforted her, “It’s alright.”

And like that night, she couldn’t stop the tears. Only this time it wasn’t Galinda’s thumb brushing them away, but her petal-soft lips. Galinda kissed her like she was someone worth kissing, someone who deserved to be handled with the utmost care.

“There you go, Glin,” Fiyero praised her from behind Elphaba, his hands sliding down to her waist and pulling her more flush against him. She felt his hardness pressing between her ass, and could feel even more as he subtly rubbed it up and down.

Elphaba’s heart rate shot up, higher than she had ever flown.

His lips returned to her neck, pressing kisses up to behind her ear as he squeezed her hips.

“Just relax, Fae…”

She took a breath and did just that, exhaling it softly against Galinda’s lips as her best friend, her lover, leaned in to finally touch their lips together in a sweet, tender kiss.

It felt like one of Galinda’s hugs, nothing held back, but still just as gentle.

Elphaba had never imagined she’d kiss anyone let alone Galinda Upland.

And yet here she was, stunned into submission as she just let Galinda kiss her. Until she heard Fiyero whisper in her ear, “Kiss her back, Fae. I know she wants you to.” Then he looked to Galinda and spoke a little louder, “Lead her, Glin. You know what you’re doing.”

That was all the encouragement Galinda needed apparently as she pulled Elphaba’s face closer to hers, lips moving with more purpose now as Elphaba finally began to move her own, mirroring what Galinda was doing.

It was only a little wet, but all Elphaba could do was think how soft Galinda was. And how she wanted to find out if she was soft everywhere.

She felt the velveteen tip of Galinda’s tongue tracing her lower lip, practically begging entrance into her mouth, which made her gasp just enough for Galinda to slip in.

Her tongue was so warm as it wrapped around her own, massaging it lovingly, not too eager, but not hesitant either. Galinda knew what she was doing and she knew how to kiss. Her thumbs stroked Elphaba’s cheekbones as the kiss intensified, and Elphaba slowly raised her shaking hands and extended them towards Galinda’s body.

“Go on, Fae, touch her,” Fiyero directed her calmly, despite the way his hands were very un-calmly exploring her body.

With trembling hands she reached out for Galinda’s breasts, but Galinda was clearly beyond ready for this as she thrust them into Elphaba’s awaiting hands.

They were even softer than Galinda’s lips, if that were even possible.

She brushed her thumbs experimentally over Galinda’s nipples, her eyes opening for a second in surprise as Galinda moaned loudly into her mouth.

So, she did it again, eliciting the same reaction as Galinda pushed her breasts against Elphaba’s harder.

“Despite what you might think, Glin likes a firmer touch,” Fiyero coached her as his own hands dragged up her sides to her own breasts. “Here, I’ll show you.”

He grabbed each in his rugged hands and squeezed roughly, using the space between his fingers to pinch her nipples which made her gasp into Galinda’s mouth as the continued to kiss, their heads tilting back and forth as Elphaba finally found the confidence to more her tongue with Galinda’s, kissing her instead of just letting herself be kissed.

As directed by Fiyero, she pinched Galinda’s nipples with her fingers, which made a new sound fall from those pretty pink lips, a high keening whine. Galinda thrust her chest forward again, as if to say, more, please, more.

And, well, Elphaba was never very good at saying no to Galinda.

Elphaba gripped Galinda’s breasts even harder, massaging the soft tissue until she swallowed more of those whiny little sounds. Galinda was starting to sound desperate, but Elphaba didn’t know for what.

It wasn’t as if she were unfamiliar to…intimate touches. She had explored herself well enough on her own, had learned what people do when they’re together…from those books she read that she didn’t tell anyone she read.

But when it came to doing it herself she had no idea.

It turned out, she didn’t have to think too hard because Fiyero was in her ear again.

“Don’t worry so much, Fae. We said we’d take care of you.”

A shudder wracked her small frame as he toyed with her breasts. She found herself instinctually leaning into his touch, too, much like Galinda.

“Glin, you know how I…used to put my mouth on you?” He suddenly asked Galinda, causing her to pull back from their kiss, panting and flushed, her eyes darker than Elphaba had ever seen them.

“Yes,” Galinda answered immediately, nodding her head eagerly.

“Why don’t you…do that to Fae, mh?” Fiyero suggested almost casually, and Elphaba felt him lift one shoulder to shrug.

“Yes!” Galinda answered even more enthusiastically, pulling fully away from Elphaba and making her feel the sudden loss. Elphaba made a small noise of protest, which made Galinda giggle at her and kiss the tip of her nose.

“Don’t worry, Elphie, what I’m gonna do next will be an even better kinda kiss. Trust me.”

She winked at Elphaba as she crawled down her body, then settled herself between Elphaba’s legs.

Oh.

Ohhh.

Elphaba had (of course) only read about this, but she knew what it was.

She felt something deep inside her clench and quiver, and whatever had happened made Galinda gasp.

“Oh Elphie, you want my mouth so very badly, don’t you?” Galinda stared at the wetness dripping between her legs, and must have seen something Elphaba couldn’t. But whatever had happened within her, Galinda was reacting too, even going so far as to lick her lips in anticipation.

“Now–” Fiyero tried to speak again but Galinda held up a dainty hand.

“I know how this is done, Fi. I think I can handle it.”

Fiyero chuckled and released both of Elphaba’s breasts to hold up his own hands to supplicate her.

“Okay, okay. I’ll let the self-proclaimed mistress have at it then.”

His hands returned to Elphaba’s chest making her finally moan loudly as he twisted her nipples, his fingers now dampened with his own spit it felt like, making them glide smoother over her taut breasts.

She could feel Galinda’s breath on her nether regions now, her lover so close she was sure the view she was getting was explicit. She squirmed, wanting to close her legs, to hide away, not knowing what Galinda could see. Not knowing what she looked like inside.

Elphaba had always wanted to know, but had never gotten up the courage to look, so scared of what she’d find, unsure as to why.

But whatever Galinda saw…Elphaba tried to see it, too.

Her lover moved her hands out, using her thumbs she slipped them between Elphaba’s emerald and rose folds, peeling them back to obtain an even more lewd view of her, surely able to see inside her.

“Oz, Elphie, you’re so pretty down here. I’m gonna eat you up,” Galinda breathed out, her words as solemn a vow as any.

And then she was tilting her head just so, her nose brushing Elphaba’s clitoris first, making her nearly jump. It felt so different from how she would touch herself, somehow a new sensation despite, well, despite how many times she had touched herself in her life. But someone else touching her there was so…so much better.

Elphaba didn’t think it could get any better, until a tentative tongue swiped along her slit, scooping up her wetness slowly, but eagerly.

“How does she taste, Glin?” Fiyero asked almost hungrily as he continued to fondle Elphaba, continued to suck, kiss, and bite along all her exposed skin.

Galinda moaned at the first taste, but didn’t even pull back at all as she spoke into Elphaba’s delicate nether lips.

“She tastes so good. I think even better than me.”

Better than me?

“My–my sweet?” Elphaba stammered out, wanting to know–despite their positions–what Galinda meant by that.

“Fi liked having me clean his fingers off. I didn’t like it at first but…” Galinda lifted a small shoulder.

Oh.

Elphaba suddenly had thoughts of her two lovers together, of Galinda suckling on Fiyero’s wet fingers that had just been inside her.

It was Elphaba who moaned this time, tilting her head back against Fiyero’s shoulder and exposing her long next to him. He started biting and sucking harder, no doubt leaving behind marks.

She’d never thought anyone would want to so obviously claim her. 

And yet here she was.

Galinda was done talking, it seemed, as she dove back in, licking another slow stripe up Elphaba’s slit, then letting the tip of her tongue flick her lover’s clit. It was such a light touch yet it had her starting to writhe. Fiyero moved his hands down, sacrificing being able to touch her lovingly with holding her thighs apart and pressing down so she couldn’t move, allowing Galinda to work her up.

Lapping at her, Galinda moaned again and let her tongue slip in deeper, tracing her inner lips just on the edges. It felt like her lover was taking her time with her, savoring her.

It made Elphaba want to weep; with gratitude, with love, in disbelief. This was a dream come true, a fantasy she had never even dared to dream about.

And yet here she was, the star of this fantasy come to life.

The two most beautiful people in Oz coming together to pleasure her. To love her.

It was dizzying.

It was exhilarating.

“Yes, just relax, Fae, let our Glin take care of you,” Fiyero whispered in her ear as he started to knead her thighs, then subtly began to push them even further apart to spread her wider and wider for Galinda.

Galinda, who was starting to get a rhythm, built up; licking up then flicking, then licking back down as she pushed her tongue further and further in. As she did this, her thumbs kept Elphaba’s outer lips spread open, and were slowly massaging them in synchronized circles, which was something Elphaba had never thought to do, but felt amazing. She could feel the intimate touch in her clitoris, as though the folds were connected.

Maybe they were.

Then she felt a new touch, the deft tip of Galinda’s tongue tracing her small, round entrance.

Elphaba had never explored there before, too nervous, and a part of her felt as if she didn’t deserve that much pleasure. Just enough to relieve the tension, a methodical masturbation session. But never exploring herself, not truly.

But Galinda wanted to. And Galinda was.

“Elphie, is it okay if I go inside?” Galinda suddenly asked, drawing back just enough so that Elphaba could see her face and how soaked her lower half was. Her skin was glistening, luminescent, and her chin dripped with Elphaba’s own essence.

It made Elphaba blush furiously, but Fiyero kissed her cheeks, kissing at the sudden warmth. It soothed her, calmed her, made her less self-conscious.

It was okay.

It was all okay.

So that’s what she said, “Yes, my sweet, it’s okay. Pl-Please,” she stuttered, the pleading so unusual for her. She hadn’t even begged Galinda to come with her on her broom. But here she was now begging her to slip that talented tongue inside her and…fuck her with it.

Galinda wasted zero time giving into Elphaba, pushing her tongue slowly into Elphaba, lengthening it, stiffening it so that it felt more penetrative than it was. 

“O-Oh,” Elphaba breathed out at the suddenly moistened sensation, the velvet feel of Galinda’s tongue slowly beginning to lick inside of her, just curling at first. Then she pulled it out, almost all the way, and pushed it back in. Then she built up a new rhythm before pulling out and looking up at Fiyero then suggesting, “Why don’t we do it together, Fi?”

And Fiyero also wasted no time as he slid one hand between Elphaba’s thighs, his rough palm resting against her mound as two of his long, thick fingers started to strum at her clitoris, as though he were playing an instrument. 

She bucked into his hand and felt the pressure increase as well as Galinda’s tongue go even deeper.

No one stopped her so she did it again, and again.

After a clock-tick, Fiyero and Galinda had adjusted to her awkward, clumsy pace and started to really fuck her, neither holding back as Galinda thrust as hard and deeply inside of her as she could, still rubbing her outer lips, while Fiyero pleasured her clitoris.

Her body felt chilled, but she was burning inside, burning up. It was like she had a fever, except instead of her limbs feeling loose and aching, it was only her nether regions that were aching for more. Her arms and legs were starting to become stiff as something began building in her lower gut; it was like the feeling of coming down from the sky, fast and sure, when she would pull her broom up at the last second. It was so much and not enough.

She ground her lower half against her lovers, little sighs and moans growing in volume and frequency with each pass.

“Yes, like that, Fae. Keep going. Chase after it. I know you can catch it,” Fiyero praised and encouraged her gently, suckling on her ear and then blowing on it.

As he did that, Galinda pulled her tongue out and then began to thrust shallowly into her hole, which somehow felt even more stimulating. The thrusts were quick but not hurried, hard but not rough.

“Oh, oh, I think I’m going to–you’re going to make me–” Elphaba stammered as she thrashed beneath both of their ministrations, a haze settling over her that made her feel wild, that made her feel so very out of control. 

She suddenly felt light and when she opened her eyes–not even realizing she had closed them–she saw that they were floating again. Fiyero was the only one that noticed. He raised his other hand to his lips, making a shushing motion as he pointed at Galinda.

As if Elphaba could even think enough to tell Galinda about this and make the girl panic, as if she even would.

Elphaba could only nod weakly.

“Hold her in place if you need to. She likes her hair pulled,” he coached her just as tenderly.

So she reached one hand out and grabbed a fistful of golden curls, tightening her grip and causing Galinda to moan into her…into her pussy again.

She no longer ran from the word, in fact she was starting to like it.

Her voice came to her and she started to ramble, saying things she had no control over it felt like.

“Yes, fu-fuck, just like that, Ga-Galinda,” she moaned loudly, deeply, her tone in such a low register she hardly recognized herself and how wanton she was being. “Fuck, fuck my pussy, my sweet.”

Galinda responded to that by speeding up her pace, moaning even louder than Elphaba was which vibrated not just her delicate, sensitive folds but also reverberated inside her.

“I’m–I’m so close. I’m gonna–gonna-gonna—” but she didn’t get to finish that sentence as something welled up almost like when her magic would explode, a tight coiling in her gut, and then a massive outlet of energy. But instead of an explosion, it was an implosion, shaking her, rocking her to her core.

Her limbs went stiff as though she had been electrified, her body convulsed as though she were having a seizure, and her eyes…it was like she could suddenly see every star in the entire universe exploding into being. It was beautiful, overpowering, humbling, and it felt so very good.

She heard something screaming and realized it was her, her voice cracking over her lover’s names, making them come out as, “‘Yero, G’linda!”

Elphaba had no idea how long it took for her to come back to their bed, or even when they landed safely back on their bed. Or even when she started thinking of her bed as their bed. Only that it felt right.

Because they were with her now, right?

Enough time had passed that she was now lying in the middle of their bed, each of her lovers on either side of her and draped over her. She blinked back into being and saw that they were holding hands over her abdomen, fingers just intertwined to show a togetherness, but she knew it was no longer in the way it had used to be.

“You did so good, Elphie,” Galinda praised her with a mischievous little smile.

“So well,” Elphaba corrected her with a great deal of effort, her mind barely working, and her mouth slow, her tongue heavy.

“Well, why thank you, Miss Elphaba,” her lover quipped back, making Elphaba–even with her mind hazy–realize she had been set up.

“You did do very well, Fae. You fell apart so beautifully,” Fiyero chimed in next to her, leaning his head down to kiss her sweat-dampened forehead, then wiping the braids clinging to her skin away.

Galinda was using her other hand just to comb through Elphaba’s hair, her nails scratching her scalp again as she just worked at soothing Elphaba.

They just laid together like that, tangled in each other’s limbs, Galinda mindless humming something gentle under her breath.

Finally, Elphaba found her wits and spoke up again, “Will we get to do this again?”

It was clear she was asking, was this a one time thing, a fluke? Will I ever even see you two again.

Galinda cupped her face and turned it to her. “Elphie, I can’t go back to the Wizard now, even if I wanted to. Which I don’t. We’re going to be together forever.”

Then she felt Fiyero sliding his hand underneath Galinda, who graciously pulled hers back. Suddenly Elphaba was facing Fiyero.

“Forever, Fae. All of us.”

Elphaba didn’t know what the future looked like, didn’t know what it entailed, and how her lovers would now fit into her lonely exile.

But at least–for once–she wouldn’t have to face it alone.

As long as she was theirs. As long as they were hers.

As long as you’re ours.