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Galinda moves their thumb in slow circles on the sliver of green skin that was exposed by Elphie’s shirt riding up. Galinda feels her hum of satisfaction through the vibrations of their head where it is nestled on her midriff. They feel a hand running through their blonde locks, massaging the roots of their hair. Galinda nuzzles closer to the feeling before closing their eyes and stretching out their legs, feeling all of their muscles unwind to release the last of the tension. A small breeze moves the branches of the trees stretching above them. The sound of leaves rustling puts them at ease. Intermittently shadows pass over them, dappling their surroundings with blessed relief from the heat before surrendering again to the bright blue of the open sky. Laying together with Elphie on that picnic blanket surrounded by the quiet of the forest and kissed by the light of the sun, Galinda couldn’t be happier.
After returning from their granny’s place, they have found themselves with ample time to enjoy each other’s company. Most of the other students still haven’t returned to Shiz. Galinda and Elphaba felt no need to visit either Galinda’s parents nor Elphie’s father. (Moreover they don’t mention how Nessa did go home or how tense the last conversation before she left was. Instead they pointedly ignore it.) And so with everyone away and classes still a way’s from starting again, Shiz is left empty. Empty but not desolate. Instead the last days of summer break stretch ahead of them, filled to the brim with unending possibility.
Contentment lingers around them after their delicious meal with the late summer sun blazing down on them. Blissfully relaxed, Galinda begins to press lazy kisses to the sliver of verdant skin, languidly moving along the available space. Moving across her belly button to the small trail of hair that peeks out from her skirt. Slowly Galinda starts increasing the intensity of the kisses, adding small nips of teeth and licks of their tongue. They hear a whine from above them and feel an insistent hand push at their head.
“Move up here, I miss you,” Elphie pouts at them endearingly. Galinda obliges as they move up to hover over her.
Their lips connect in a kiss that puts the sun to shame. All the heat generated by the rays of sunlight that crash down on them don’t hold a candle to the warmth that Galinda feels radiating off of Elphie. She warms them up down to their core. Galinda’s hands run up Elphie’s arms until the fingers of their hands are intertwined. Fingers woven together tightly like branches, their palms pressed together as close as can be. They deepen the kiss and Elphaba responds instantly pressing up into the kiss. Galinda holds her down by gently pushing her hands down into the grass and dirt above her head, just beyond the edge of the picnic blanket. Undeterred by the restraints on her arms, Elphie arches her back to get closer to Galinda in other ways.
Galinda is reminded of their tumble in their granny’s garden that had been interrupted. They can make up for it now. With their hands pressed together in the dirt and the memory of their interrupted moment in their mind, Galinda also remembers the strawberries, the magic. Another idea starts forming with the petals of the flowers brushing against their hands.
Galinda pulls away from the kiss. Elphie tries to follow their lips before giving up when Galinda has leaned too far up. A whine is about ready to fall from her lips if Galinda had to wager on it, but it is trapped behind her teeth just before it escapes its confines. It doesn’t stop the frown marring her features to complete the petulant expression.
“Why did you stop?” Elphie asks them, annoyed at the interruption.
“I have an idea,” Galinda bites their lip, nervous and excited but they keep the actual idea to themselves. They do elaborate at Elphie’s raised brow, “So you know I have been working on my magic before our sorcery classes start back up in the new year.”
“Yes?” Elphaba asks them expectantly.
Galinda avoids answering for now, the element of surprise is sometimes half the fun. “Do you trust me?” they ask instead.
Elphie’s eyes scan their face, but almost instantly she replies, “Completely and utterly.”
Galinda nods satisfied, “Then close your eyes and don’t open them until I say so. Tell me to stop if it gets to be too much for you.”
A meaningful look crosses sparkling green eyes before green lids flutter closed to hide them from Galinda. A smile crosses her beautiful lips, which Galinda pecks on instinct. Then they lean back and close their eyes to focus on the spark of magic that lives in their blood. It blazes to live like a roaring fire in their gut and radiates outward like a forest fire just waiting for their command to spread. Now Galinda directs it outward. They feel the dirt digging beneath their nails where their linked hands are still pressed against the ground. Galinda’s conscious thought and their magic reach into that dirt to feel the answering call of their surroundings.
The roots of the flower petals that they felt brushing against their skin reply instantly. Galinda nudges them to grow and spread out. They imagine the small buds of green bursting out from the ground to find their way towards the sunlight. Galinda imagines those buds growing into stems that could unfurl into pink flowers. Feeling that they have a solid grasp on the growing plants around them, they open their eyes to see their work. Flowers have started to shoot up all around them, mostly around Elphaba’s arms which Galinda still has pressed into the dirt. Slowly they guide the stems to reach out for matching verdant skin. At first it is just the lightest touch of pink petals that brush her skin. Galinda can see Elphie shiver.
“That tickles,” she lets out on a breathy laugh. Galinda presses a kiss to her scrunched up nose. They couldn’t resist how cute she looked like this.
Focusing back on the task at hand, Galinda begins to guide the stems to grow taller, to wind around each other into braids of stems. For their effort they are greeted by the sight of the plants weaving along Elphie’s arms to hold them in place against the dirt. Galinda can feel their magic running all throughout those stems and roots and leaves and petals, an extension of themselves. They tighten and then loosen the stems around muscular verdant arms.
Galinda slowly and carefully begins to detangle their hands so they can sit up and use them somewhere else. They can see Elphaba clench and unclench her hands, Galinda’s hands are a lost point of contact. Galinda can see her bite her lip before shifting her arms slightly. She is stopped by the green woven restraints. (Though if she wanted to escape then she could. Galinda would never hold her against her will.) Galinda can see her considering this new development before tension bleeds out of her arms and shoulders and her face smooths out. Her eyes remain firmly shut, letting her senses be overwhelmed by Galinda’s ministrations.
The sight of Elphaba relinquishing control to them is something they will always cherish. The trust warms their heart as well as their loins. Galinda grinds down slowly against her stomach where they are still straddling Elphie. The friction against their strap that lies beneath their skirt is delicious. A groan spills from their lips.
Galinda lets their hands run down the stems covering Elphie’s arms. The magic buzzing at their fingertips makes the buds on the stems flower into beautiful pink daisies. Small flowers dotting all along her arms. Ranging in their shade of pink from soft pastels to a shade of magenta. Creating an image so marvelous that it takes Galinda’s breath away. Breathlessly, they whisper into the quiet, “I wish I could paint you like this. So beautiful. My beautiful girl.” A whimper falls from Elphie’s lips and her hands clench into fists to hold herself back from ripping the flowers. Instead she bucks up against Galinda.
“Is this okay? Do you want to continue?” Galinda checks in.
Elphaba nods emphatically as she arches her back, “Please more.”
Galinda obliges as they move off of Elphaba to sit on their heels between her spread legs. They let their hand run across her body, tracing feather-light patterns into covered skin. A shudder wracks her body. Between the extensive foreplay and the deprivation of her sense of sight, Elphie is particularly sensitive to their touch. Galinda is so focused on the sight of her tensed jaw and the winding restraints of the flowers that they fail to notice the sudden restraint that wraps around them in the shape of Elphie’s legs. Her legs wrap tightly around their waist, heels digging into the small of their back to try to urge them forward to the place she needs them most. Too proud to utter any begging words, Galinda can still feel her need in the trembling of her thighs wrapped around them.
They let their hand move further down, pushing her skirt aside to be greeted by the sight of lacy underwear. Black as all of her clothes tend to be. Galinda runs their fingers over the textured cloth to feel the wetness that has gathered there. Her slick has leaked through the fabric, soaking it through with her desire. Their fingers move around in teasing strokes across her covered lips. Moans resound around them in the quiet of the forest, mixing with the sounds of twittering birds and rustling leaves. Galinda moves their fingers to the top of Elphie’s sex to rub at her covered bud. That teasing touch is what breaks Elphie’s resolve, as a broken whimper falls from her lips, “Please, Galinda.”
Galinda smiles and their hand immediately pushes aside the ruined lace panties. They are eager as well, Elphaba isn’t the only one who is desperate to have their arousal satisfied. Their vision no longer obstructed by the black cloth, Galinda can see Elphie’s sex opening up for them like an unfurling flower dripping nectar of another kind. Normally they would want to have a taste, but they have both been waiting long enough. Instead they pull up their own skirt and rearrange the harness their strap is attached to. They remain seated on their heels for easier leverage when fucking her, but also for another form of deprivation of Elphie’s senses. This way with lack of sight and her restrained arms, their only point of contact will be where they are connected.
And so without further ado Galinda watches as the head of their cock breaches Elphie’s weeping sex. It is the sound of their combined moans that breaks the silence now. They push in slowly, watching the pink length disappear into her heat. The feeling of being pulled in by the greedy walls of Elphaba’s cunt is a feeling Galinda will never be able to resist. They give into that tug to be closer to her, to feel themselves buried inside her. They talk her through it, soft words of praise and encouragement. You’re doing so good, so beautiful for me, feeling so warm and tight around me, no place I’d rather be.
Once they are fully sheathed inside, Galinda holds still to linger in this moment, to let Elphie adjust. But also to take stock of their surroundings. They can still feel the magic zapping through their veins. They let their mind focus on the magic in the flowers that are still wound around Elphie’s arms. They feel the tension in her muscles where the stems hold fast. Holding herself taut with barely suppressed desire. Galinda extends their awareness into the roots and the dirt around them. They take note of the way her sharp nails dig into the dirt, piercing and present in Galinda’s mind eye. Another point of connection between them. The sensations of both the magic in the strap they have created and the magic of the plants that restrain Elphie are overwhelming.
At the edge of their awareness they feel an answering call. Their other half to make them whole. They recognize that warm energy as Elphaba’s magic that rushes in the air all around them. Where Elphie’s magic moves the wind to make the branches dance, Galinda’s magic lives in the roots that keeps those same trees firmly planted. Their magic is like a call and answer, a push and pull. It weaves together around them, locking them together not just in body but in spirit. They have never felt closer. Galinda’s hands grasp onto her hips tightly to ground themselves back in their body.
They begin to move. Pushing in and out of Elphie’s sex. Wetness coats their cock and makes a mess of the inside of her thighs. Galinda can feel neither of them will last very long, not with the intensity of this feeling pressing down on them. Their thrusts increase in pressure and frequency as they lift Elphie’s hips slightly to change the angle. The new angle allows them to press in deeper, nudging at that place inside Elphie that makes her toes curl. Her moans grow louder, but the sound is carried away by the wind around them picking up in speed. The whipping of the air pulls at Galinda’s blonde curls. They can feel the prickling sensation of Elphie’s magic in the air. They know she is getting closer by the increased intensity of her magic.
Galinda dedicates themselves to chasing her pleasure, her salvation. Needing to see her fall apart. Brown eyes lock on the sight before them. Sunlight dappling verdant skin where it breaks through the roof of leaves above them. Her clothes have become ruffled and undone. Her back is bowed with pleasure as her neck arches down to expose the column of her throat from which moans spill. Black braids spill around her head like a halo, having become undone from the thicker braid she put them in before. Her arms are still pressed into the dirt, held tight by the green stems and pink flowers that are woven around straining muscles. And her face scrunched up, chasing her climax with her eyes still firmly screwed shut. Galinda commits the image to memory, swearing they will paint it soon. A sight that is even more beautiful than could be crafted by any god.
They can both see and feel the moment that pushes Elphie over the edge. Her clenched jaw relaxes as her mouth falls open with a cry of pleasure. Her walls tighten around Galinda’s cock, fluttering as she clenches and unclenches the muscles that hold them in her grip. Galinda’s eyes fall shut at the sensation, getting lost in the feeling of her. Having achieved their goal of bringing Elphie to climax, they take stock of their own body and feel the tension in their lower back and the pressure on their strap where it is buried deep inside her. With a few shallow thrusts to help Elphie ride out her orgasm, Galinda finds their own pleasure as they come hard. Cum shoots from cock, coating Elphaba’s insides and painting her inner walls with the evidence of their shared ecstasy. Elphie’s legs tighten around them to hold them inside for a moment longer.
After a few moments Galinda pushes against her legs to remove their strap from inside of her and tuck it away beneath layers of fabric again. The evidence of their pleasure, a mix of sweat and other substances coat skin beneath the clothing they didn’t bother to remove. The cool air makes their overheated bodies cool down again. Galinda lets themselves rest on Elphaba, nuzzling closer to her to cuddle them. In their tired mind they feel the slight pulling of Elphie’s arms. Galinda helps the process along by letting their magic bleed back into the soil, making the flowers and their stems unwind from Elphaba’s arms.
Those same arms immediately fall down around Galinda’s shoulders to hold them close. They lie together in each other’s arms, relishing in their proximity. Galinda eventually feels Elphie pull away slightly and they look up to find green eyes looking at them consideringly. Galinda grins at her curious expression.
Elphie jokes, “If I knew that is what you were working on with your magic, I wouldn’t have distracted you all those times.”
“Your distractions are always welcome,” Galinda replies as they press a kiss into the underside of her sharp jaw. They were quiet for a moment before Galinda adds shyly, looking up through their lashes, “So you liked it then? Your arms don’t hurt, right?”
“Yes, I liked it, silly. Loved it actually. And my arms don’t hurt, they don’t even have a mark on them,” Elphaba reassures her instantly. Before she adds chidingly, “Unlike my waist which will be littered with small bruises from your hands.” (She sounds much too satisfied by it for Galinda to worry about having to apologize. Elphie has always loved the marks of their lovemaking.)
“Good, I’m glad you loved it, so did I,” Galinda murmurs into the skin of her neck.
Elphie hums as she lets her eyes drift around to take in their surroundings as if noticing they are outside and exposed for the first time. She chuckles to herself, “Perhaps we need to stop doing this out in the open before somebody spots us one day.”
“But isn’t that half the fun? The thrill of getting caught?” Galinda answers cheekily.
Elphaba shakes her head as a ringing laugh greets Galinda’s ears, “I hate you.” (I love you.)
Galinda’s laughter joins Elphie’s in the space around them, loud and wholehearted. The forest comes alive with their joy. Never one to give in to any argument, Galinda makes their case, “Firstly, you don’t hate me. Secondly, last I checked you have initiated sex in much more public spaces than an abandoned forest. Thirdly–”
Before Galinda can continue they are cut off by Elphie’s lips pressing into theirs. Chasing away the rest of their words and any thoughts that might have formed. Galinda smiles into the kiss and feels Elphie’s grin in return. The big smiles impede their kisses, but neither of them minds. They are going to make the most of the remainder of their summer break.