Wedding (Wicked- Elphaba/Glinda, PG-15)
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Author: Alexandria (CrashCart9[at]Yahoo[dot]com)
Fandom: Wicked (more or less musicalverse)
Pairing: Glinda/Elphaba
Rating: PG-15
Notes: AU, takes place after the wizard leaves; assumes Elphaba didn’t die (obviously) and is helping Glinda rule Oz. Established relationship, essentially they’ve been together since school and I just ignored all that crap with Fiyero.
More Notes: This actually started as a drabble of the wedding ceremony, so this may or may not be part one of two. Depends on if I ever get around to actually writing the second part. In my mind, it works well enough alone. Honestly, no plot to speak of, but it's filled with Gelphie fluff.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Glinda asked, stroking one exquisitely manicured finger from Elphaba’s shoulder to elbow and back, raising goosebumps on naked green flesh.
Elphaba kissed the top of the blonde head lying on her chest. “It’s important to you.”
Lifting up her head to look her lover in the eyes, Glinda replied, “But you’ll hate it.”
“Probably,” Elphaba smirked, and Glinda responded with a teasing scowl. “But I love you. And anyway, it’s an excuse to take off work. I won’t have to share you with any of those stupid Ozians.”
Glinda gave Elphaba’s upper arm a playful swat. “You love ‘those stupid Ozians’ as much as I do.”
Elphaba grabbed the offending arm and with an eyebrow quirk, flipped the petit blonde onto her back and rolled on top of her, effectively switching their positions. “I hate them when they run into the palace screaming about their second cousin sleeping with their prize pig and you have to go down there and sort it out right when I was about to . . . ” she trailed off, but the glint in her eye finished the sentence.
“You’re still sore about that?”
“You said you’d be back in two minutes. I was waiting on our bed, naked and alone for more than an hour before I finally came down and found you.”
“You still shouldn’t have hexed him.”
“All I did was switch the pig’s tail with his...” Glinda cleared her throat and looked at Elphaba disapprovingly. The green girl changed the subject. “Anyway, when do you want to do this?”
“Well,” the blonde screwed up her face as in parody of concentrated thought. Elphaba smirked. She knew Glinda undoubtedly had calculated the exact number of hours she would need to plan her wedding, probably when she was still in diapers. No extreme thought was needed.
Glinda’s face suddenly slackened into a frown. “You know this is probably going to be spun as a political move. The formerly Wizard-loyal citizens from the North,” Elphaba made a face of disgust at the mention of her indisposed former nemesis, “being united with the rebels and Animals.”
“And if it does unite them?”
“Why Elphie! You thought about this, didn’t you? Contemplating the media’s representation of our wedding, my, I think I must be rubbing off on you!”
Elphaba pointedly looked down at where her leg was resting slightly on top of Glinda’s smaller one before bringing her lips millimeters from Glinda’s ear. “Nope,” she whispered. “Still green.” She moved her mouth to her soon-to-be-wife’s neck, adding seductively, “We could keep trying though.”
“Of course. Perseverance is the key-“ she ended in a rather improper squeak. Though there was absolutely nothing proper about what Elphaba’s tongue was doing to her nipple.
“Have I mentioned that I love you?” Elphaba asked with a smile as she continued to move lower.
Glinda could only smile in response as Elphaba’s mouth hit its mark.
Author: Alexandria (CrashCart9[at]Yahoo[dot]com)
Fandom: Wicked (more or less musicalverse)
Pairing: Glinda/Elphaba
Rating: PG-15
Notes: AU, takes place after the wizard leaves; assumes Elphaba didn’t die (obviously) and is helping Glinda rule Oz. Established relationship, essentially they’ve been together since school and I just ignored all that crap with Fiyero.
More Notes: This actually started as a drabble of the wedding ceremony, so this may or may not be part one of two. Depends on if I ever get around to actually writing the second part. In my mind, it works well enough alone. Honestly, no plot to speak of, but it's filled with Gelphie fluff.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Glinda asked, stroking one exquisitely manicured finger from Elphaba’s shoulder to elbow and back, raising goosebumps on naked green flesh.
Elphaba kissed the top of the blonde head lying on her chest. “It’s important to you.”
Lifting up her head to look her lover in the eyes, Glinda replied, “But you’ll hate it.”
“Probably,” Elphaba smirked, and Glinda responded with a teasing scowl. “But I love you. And anyway, it’s an excuse to take off work. I won’t have to share you with any of those stupid Ozians.”
Glinda gave Elphaba’s upper arm a playful swat. “You love ‘those stupid Ozians’ as much as I do.”
Elphaba grabbed the offending arm and with an eyebrow quirk, flipped the petit blonde onto her back and rolled on top of her, effectively switching their positions. “I hate them when they run into the palace screaming about their second cousin sleeping with their prize pig and you have to go down there and sort it out right when I was about to . . . ” she trailed off, but the glint in her eye finished the sentence.
“You’re still sore about that?”
“You said you’d be back in two minutes. I was waiting on our bed, naked and alone for more than an hour before I finally came down and found you.”
“You still shouldn’t have hexed him.”
“All I did was switch the pig’s tail with his...” Glinda cleared her throat and looked at Elphaba disapprovingly. The green girl changed the subject. “Anyway, when do you want to do this?”
“Well,” the blonde screwed up her face as in parody of concentrated thought. Elphaba smirked. She knew Glinda undoubtedly had calculated the exact number of hours she would need to plan her wedding, probably when she was still in diapers. No extreme thought was needed.
Glinda’s face suddenly slackened into a frown. “You know this is probably going to be spun as a political move. The formerly Wizard-loyal citizens from the North,” Elphaba made a face of disgust at the mention of her indisposed former nemesis, “being united with the rebels and Animals.”
“And if it does unite them?”
“Why Elphie! You thought about this, didn’t you? Contemplating the media’s representation of our wedding, my, I think I must be rubbing off on you!”
Elphaba pointedly looked down at where her leg was resting slightly on top of Glinda’s smaller one before bringing her lips millimeters from Glinda’s ear. “Nope,” she whispered. “Still green.” She moved her mouth to her soon-to-be-wife’s neck, adding seductively, “We could keep trying though.”
“Of course. Perseverance is the key-“ she ended in a rather improper squeak. Though there was absolutely nothing proper about what Elphaba’s tongue was doing to her nipple.
“Have I mentioned that I love you?” Elphaba asked with a smile as she continued to move lower.
Glinda could only smile in response as Elphaba’s mouth hit its mark.
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Date: 2006-01-13 04:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-16 02:28 am (UTC)But I will. Write it, I mean. Maybe.
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Date: 2006-02-10 05:22 pm (UTC)i love it so far. hope there is more to come.
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Date: 2006-02-19 06:21 am (UTC)