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Galinda knows she’s fucked up somehow because Elphaba is being too nice.

Her Omega is stubborn, and she almost always fights Galinda on every request, even little ones, even if only teasingly. Today, though, she’s agreeing with everything Galinda says, answering every question immediately, fulfilling every plea.

“Do we have to go right this clock-tick?” she asks towards the end of breakfast, fifteen minutes before their first lecture. “We can’t just take a moment more to relax before our brains are put to work for the day?” She says this, but she’s already starting to gather her things, because Elphie always insists on arriving to class early.

She nearly trips over the bench when her girlfriend merely shrugs and says, “Alright.” Elphie settles back into her seat and takes a book out of her satchel, as if preparing to wait for her.

Galinda’s not the only one shocked at this; Fiyero, Boq, and Nessarose are all glancing back and forth between the two of them apprehensively.

“Are… you two fighting?” Fiyero asks tentatively, waving his fork to point at them both.

Galinda would answer in the negative, except even she’s suddenly unsure.

Elphie answers, though. Kind of. “Does it seem like we’re fighting?” she asks without looking up from her book.

Fiyero purses his lips uncertainly, but Boq and Nessa speak simultaneously. “No,” Nessa answers as Boq matter-of-factly says, “Yes!” They glance at each other, then back to Elphie, hopeful for clarification.

Green eyes roll upwards. “We’re not fighting. Honestly,” she scoffs. Then, turning briefly to Galinda, she says, “Finish your breakfast, my sweet. I’d rather not be late.”

Galinda’s cheeks heat up slightly as the other three pairs of eyes all turn toward her. She gives a little shrug before moving to pick at the last of her food—it hadn’t been her reason for whining to stay, but she found herself complying anyway. Elphie simply reads until about five minutes later, when Galinda clears her throat and hesitantly says, “Um, okay, are you ready to go darling?”

“Sure, my love,” is Elphie’s immediate reply as she closes her book and rises from her seat.

Galinda had been half-expecting the Omega to say no, so she finds herself scrambling to follow. She glares at Fiyero as he mimics a whipping motion with his hand, but still turns and hurries to catch up to her girlfriend.

Two classes later, Galinda is struggling to pay attention and finds herself whining again, as per usual. “Elphieee,” she whisper-sings, “can’t I just use your notes to study? This is dreadfully boring.” She’s still scribbling along, because she knows her girlfriend will say no.

Except she doesn’t. “Sure, sweet,” she whispers instead without hesitation.

Galinda’s head snaps to look at her incredulously, expecting to see an eyeroll or a stern look. But no, Elphie barely spares her a glance as she continues her diligent note-taking.

“Rest your hand, love,” Elphie reassures. “You can look over my notes later.”

When her girlfriend doesn’t rescind her offer, Galinda slowly puts her fountain pen down and slumps back a bit in her seat. It’s… unsettling, the way Elphie just… agrees. She hadn’t realized before now how much their bickering banter feels like a cornerstone of their relationship; without it, things are too… quiet.

It goes on like this for the rest of the day.

Galinda forgets her pencil for maths, and instead of chastising her for it, Elphie merely gives her a spare. “Make sure to write neatly; Professor’s said he can hardly decipherate your scrawl.”

Galinda complains about wanting classes to be done so they can cuddle, and Elphie hooks a finger beneath her chin to pull her into a soft, languid kiss—in the middle of the cafeteria, in front of their friends. Aside from when they first (officially) got together, Elphie has never kissed her in public beyond a chaste peck—before patting her cheek. “That should be enough to last you for a bit. Now eat your food; we have sparring soon, and you’ll need your energy.” Galinda ignores Fiyero’s “whipped” joke, this time, too stunned and flushed from the sudden display of affection to care in the slightest.

It all sets Galinda on edge, a strange anxiety rising in her chest—no, not anxiety, but anticipation. Something has been up with Elphaba all day, and she has a feeling she’ll figure out exactly what when they get back to their room. The feeling is made worse by the fact that their last lecture separates them, so she all but runs to their dorm once class is dismissed.

She beats Elphie there; in fact, she could swear her girlfriend takes longer to get back to their room than she usually does, most likely because she knows exactly what she’s doing to her.

As soon as Elphie walks through the door, Galinda is speaking. “Did I do something wrong? Is Fiyero right—are you mad at me? If I did, I’m sorry—please just tell me.”

Elphie pauses in the doorway, lips parting slightly in shock at Galinda’s anxious interrogation. She recovers quickly, though, and gives a soft smile as she walks in and closes the door behind her. “No, my sweet, I’m not mad at you.” She goes to place her books down on her desk before walking over to the Alpha squirming uneasily in her seat. “And actually, you’ve been very good for me, today.”

Galinda perks up a bit at that, the praise combined with Elphie’s low voice sending a spark down her spine. “Oh?”

“Mmhm,” Elphie hums affirmatively as she walks up to her, stepping between Galinda’s knees. Galinda’s breath catches as green hands lift to tuck her hair behind her ears and cup just underneath her jaw on both sides. “Very good.”

...oh.

Galinda gulps, hands automatically moving to Elphie’s hips as she steps in close. Her Omega takes control sometimes, sure, but something about this—perhaps because it’s coming after such a strange day—feels different.

“Did you notice,” Elphie continues quietly as her thumbs stroke Galinda’s cheeks, “that even though I was giving you what you wanted all day, you still couldn’t help but obey me?”

“I—” Galinda starts to speak a retort but catches herself as she realizes—Elphaba’s right. Every time Elphie had gone along with what she’d asked for, she’d followed it with an order... and Galinda had just blindly complied. “W-why?” she breathes instead, confused about her girlfriend’s reasoning behind such a charade.

Elphie hums again as one of her hands trails down her neck, nails dragging lightly over Galinda’s throat and causing her to instinctively tilt her head to give her more room. “I wanted to try to give you a semblance of the control you like so much…” she presses her nails harshly into Galinda’s neck and drags downwards, making her hiss,“...before I took it away for the night.”

“Oh, Oz,” Galinda whimpers. She’s not quite sure what to do with herself, stuck holding Elphie’s hips with trembling hands because she so, so wants to see where her Omega will take this. She’s already hardening between her legs, and she knows Elphie can smell how turned on she is by that damned smirk on her face.

“That is,” her Omega says slyly, “if you’d like that?”

Galinda bites her lip to hold back another whimper and nods, not trusting her voice.

But Elphie digs her nails in again, making her gasp. “I need your words, my sweet.”

Oz, she was going to have her begging with less than two minutes of teasing. “Y-yes,” she says, trying to hold onto at least some of her dignity.

Her Omega has other plans. “‘Yes,’ what?”

Fuck. “Yes, please, I’d like that,” she breathes out all at once, face burning.

Elphie hums, satisfied. “Good girl.” Then, she brings down a hand to tug at the collar of Galinda’s shirt. “Clothes off, my Alpha,” she says teasingly before stepping back to start shedding her own.

Galinda, embarrassingly, scrambles to comply, shucking off her dress and shirt and undergarments until she is naked as the day she was born. Her dick is already fully hard and throbbing. She shivers as the cold air hits her flushed skin and waits—rather impatiently—as Elphaba takes her time to undress herself. Galinda’s hands twitch at her sides with the urge to touch her Omega, to help her remove the offending articles of clothing, but Elphie’s voice saying “good girl” rings in her head, and she stays seated.

So, she stares as more and more of Elphie’s skin is revealed, and she adores how confident her Omega has become in her own body, how she knows the effect she’s having on Galinda and very much takes advantage of it. Her hands linger, drifting across her skin whenever she removes another piece of cloth, the only sign of any shyness being the flush to her cheeks as she watches for Galinda’s reactions.

Galinda’s about to tear holes in her sheets with how tightly her fists are clenching them.

Elphie, now fully undressed, smirks at the sight and, curiously, walks over to Galinda’s wardrobe. “Lie back flat on the bed, my sweet. All the way, right in the middle, yes—good girl.” She instructs Galinda while she searches for and finds a sheer, pink scarf amongst Galinda’s things—one she’d briefly played around with while giving Elphie her first makeover.

Galinda’s heart thrums rapidly in her chest as Elphie climbs onto the bed and straddles her stomach, just below her ribs. She immediately goes to put her hands on those wonderocious green hips, but Elphie stops her.

“Here,” her Omega directs, bringing Galinda’s hands together so that her wrists press against each other. Then, with a heated look into her eyes, she starts tying the scarf to lock her hands in place.

Oh.

“Sweet Oz,” she breathes, which Elphie chuckles at.

“Still good, my love?”

“Hell, yes.” Her dick twitches as her Omega tightens the hold on her wrists.

Elphie full-on giggles, a rare sound that makes Galinda’s heart skip a beat. “How’s that?” she asks once the knot is tied.

Galinda tests it, tries to pry her hands apart and can’t, but it’s not uncomfortable at all. “It’s—good,” she chokes out, practically drooling in excitement.

Elphie nods and grabs her hands to kiss the back of her knuckles sweetly. “Now. What do we do if it gets to be too much?” She stares boldly into her eyes as she places feather-light kisses along one of her index fingers, moving toward the tip.

Galinda gulps before responding. “We—we tap three times?”

Elphie nods again before—oh-so-briefly—wrapping her lips around the very tip of her finger. She sucks lightly, darts her tongue out to brush against her skin. Galinda can feel her lips parting at the sight and sensation, can feel her cock pulsing unseen behind her Omega. Elphie sucks again before releasing the finger with a pop and says, “Exactly.”

She slowly brings their conjoined hands up above Galinda’s head, stretching out beautifully above her until their bare chests are pressed together and their faces mere centimeters apart. “Which means,” Elphie continues, “you have to keep your hands here. You won’t be able to reach me very well, for a bit.” Oh, Oz. “Knock on the headboard if you need to, alright, my love?”

Galinda nods frantically, only remembering to use her words when Elphie raises an eyebrow. “Y-yes, ma’am.”

Oh. That’s new. Elphie realizes it as well, her other eyebrow raising in surprise, but the smirk on her face tells Galinda that she likes it.

“Good,” her Omega says, closing the gap between them to gently suck at her bottom lip. Galinda can’t hold back a whine at the feeling. “Good girl,” Elphie continues before kissing her properly, then keeps speaking between kisses as she releases her hands and starts moving down Galinda’s body. “So good for me. My wonderful Alpha. Perfection.”

By the time Elphie reaches her hips, Galinda is embarrassingly sensitive. She places a kiss to the base of her cock, and Galinda’s hands clench into fists above her head. Elphie hums in amusement, and even just her breath ghosting over her hot skin has her hips bucking upwards.

Elphie tsks and presses a hand flat against Galinda’s lower stomach. “Stay still, my sweet. And don’t come until I say so.”

Galinda groans. “I’m—I’m not sure how long I’m going to last, to be honest.” She can’t tear her eyes away from the green hand that now moves to wrap around her length.

“I think you can be strong for me,” Elphie says lowly, placing slow kisses from where her hands sits up to the swollen tip. “Don’t you want to be good, darling?”

“Oh, hell and Oz.” She’s dying. Elphie’s going to kill her. The Omega raises an eyebrow, green eyes piercing as she mouths at the side of her cock. “Yes, I’ll—I’ll be good.”

Those beautiful green lips lift into a smirk before parting to wrap around her. Galinda’s whole body tenses with the effort it takes not to immediately bury herself completely in that wet warmth. She grabs onto one of the pillows behind her head to keep from reaching down to her Omega.

She doesn’t have to wait long though; Elphie’s apparently had enough teasing, because she squeezes the base and dips her head down until her lips meet her hand. Galinda throws her head back at the feeling of her tongue. “Fuck, Elphie,” she moans. She feels herself pulsing inside her Omega’s mouth, feels her hips twitching beneath the hand that holds them in place.

Elphie moans around her cock and squeezes the base one more time before removing her hand so she can swallow more of her. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks and bobs her head, sinking lower inch by inch until Galinda can feel herself hitting the back of her throat. Elphie gags for a split second and digs her nails into Galinda’s hips to stabilize herself before taking her even deeper.

Oz, Galinda really isn’t going to last long. Something about the way her Omega takes control is just driving her absolutely wild. Normally, at this point, she’d grab hold of Elphie in some way to ground herself, but not having that option is sending her spiraling.

Elphie swallows, her tongue pressing along the underside of her cock before she takes a long breath through her nose and sinks all the way down. Galinda can feel her throat working around her, swallowing as Elphie adjusts to the intrusion. She sees a couple tears escape Elphie’s eyes as she gags again and—fuck, she’s so fucking close.

“E-Elphie, I don’t—” a whimper cuts her off as her Omega bobs her head up, then back down. “I need to—I can’t—” Oz, she can’t even get a full sentence out. Her vision is tunneling, thighs tensing, fuck she can’t hold it back—

Elphie quickly slides up and off of her cock, leaving it shiny with spit. Galinda moans as the cold air hits her, her hips twitching as her orgasm is denied.

“Don’t you dare,” Elphie says, voice raspy. “Not yet. Okay?”

Galinda takes a deep, shaky breath, closing her eyes for a moment to gather herself. “O-okay,” she says, though she really doesn’t have much faith in herself.

Elphie pushes herself up and crawls so that she’s straddling Galinda’s hips, hovering just above where Galinda needs her the most. “It’s a shame,” she says after clearing her throat. “I wanted to stay down there longer—but I want you to come inside me more.”

“Oh, Oz, Elphie,” Galinda whines. She feels as if she could cry with desperation. If she wasn’t so thoroughly turned on, she’d be very much embarrassed at how quickly she’s become so needy.

Elphaba wraps her hand around the slick shaft and positions herself over the tip, staring into her eyes brazenly as she slowly drops herself down. Galinda gasps, trying with all her might not to thrust upward or, Oz forbid, come instantly. She’s always loved Elphie’s praise, but she’s never craved it quite this much—she wants so, so badly to be good for her Omega.

It is very, very difficult to do so.

Elphie starts by lifting herself up, then dropping down further than before. Galinda holds her breath as she repeats this cycle until she bottoms out, completely filled. They both groan at the sensation. Galinda can’t hold back a thrust of her hips as she’s surrounded in Elphie’s wetness.

Elphaba doesn’t chastise her, but simply starts moving her hips to ride her, leaning forward slightly to press a hand to Galinda’s chest and prop herself up. Galinda’s hands twitch with the urge to pull her down into a kiss, to grab onto those hips and fuck her properly, but she fears Elphie will stop if she does so—and that is definitely the last thing she wants.

“You fill me so well, my sweet,” Elphie says breathlessly as she rides her faster, drops her hips harder against her. “You can—fuck—you can come when I do, okay?”

Oz, Galinda hopes that will be soon; she’s not sure how much more of this she can take. But she nods quickly and gasps out, “Yes—y-yes, ma’am. Fuck...”

Elphie moans loudly and scrapes her nails down Galinda’s chest in response before straightening up. She then leans back slightly, bracing her palms against Galinda’s thighs as she continues to roll her hips. Galinda’s eyes drop down, and she can’t help but stare at the sight of her cock pumping in and out of her Omega, slick dripping down her shaft and making Elphie’s thighs shine.

She can feel herself twitch and bites her lip. “E-Elphie I’m—fuck, I’m close, I can’t—” She’s so close. So close.

Nails dig into her thighs. “Not y-yet, baby,” Elphie warns, slowing her hips to a steady rocking motion before bringing one of her hands to rub at her clit.

Watching doesn’t help matters at all, so Galinda squeezes her eyes shut, desperately trying to stave off her orgasm. But Elphie’s having none of that.

“Look at me,” she says, squeezing Galinda’s thigh again. Galinda whimpers, but doesn’t open her eyes. “Glin.”

Her eyes shoot open at the sound of her pet name said so firmly, and she almost reluctantly looks back to her Omega.

“W-watch me ride you, my love,” Elphie says, walls fluttering around Galinda’s cock. “Just a little longer—y-you can do it.”

Fuck, but she really can’t. Galinda shakes her head, tears falling from her eyes now as she tries so hard to hold back. The sight of her Omega, on top of her, filled with her, flushed and wanting as she touches herself—combined with the actual feeling of being inside her, it’s too much, it’s too much.

But she has to be good.

“Elphie, I can’t, I—” a sob breaks free from her throat, she’s so close, so wet and warm, it’s right there, she’s so fucking close—

“Fuck, Elphie!” Her vision goes white as her hips buck upwards, fists white-knuckling the pillow behind her head as she empties herself into her Omega. She can feel pulse after pulse of cum leave her, spilling inside Elphie as each wave of pleasure washes over her. She doesn’t think she’s ever before had an orgasm so intense outside of her rut.

As her body comes down from her high, Galinda, panting, opens her eyes once more. All at once, she registers the sight of Elphie staring down at her with a raised eyebrow, the stillness of both her hips and the wet walls still surrounding her now-softening—oh. Oh, shit.

Elphie didn’t come. Galinda couldn’t listen, couldn’t be good, and now she’s come without finishing off her Omega.

Her face burnsas a few leftover tears fall from her eyes. She loathes this feeling, like she’s disappointed her Omega, left her unsatisfied. She practically starts babbling, saying, “N-no, I’m sorry, I—I didn’t mean—I tried, Elphie, I—”

Elphaba’s expression softens into concern as she leans down. She cups her face and wipes the tears away, shushing her softly before pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “It’s alright, my sweet, it’s alright,” she says, pumping out soothing pheromones. She slowly lifts her hips until Galinda slips out of her, drawing a whimper from them both, and then lays her full body weight against her. She peppers kisses all over Galinda’s face and whispers the entire time. “I’m sorry, my love, it’s okay. You’re perfect. My wonderful Alpha. I love you so much.”

It doesn’t take very long for Galinda to calm down, only a few minutes, but she’s definitely a bit embarrassed after the fact. “I’m sorry,” she says in a near-whisper once she feels like she has more of a hold on herself.

“No, no, my love,” Elphie says as she lightly rubs their noses together. “I’m sorry. That was too much, wasn’t it? I shouldn’t have pushed you.”

Galinda bites her lip as she thinks about it all. “It—it was intense, but. Only because I’m so used to taking care of you, I think. I just didn’t want to... disappoint you.”

Elphie’s eyebrows shoot up. “Disappoint me? Galinda, you could never.”

“Well, I mean...” Galinda huffs, blowing strands of blonde hair out of her face as her cheeks burn. “The threat of it—it was part of what I liked, part of what made it so... hot, if I’m being honest,” she confesses. “I just wanted... to be good for you. I... very much enjoyed it. Frankly, I came so hard I think I nearly passed out. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, darling.”

Elphie breathes out a laugh at that, but her face is still filled with concern, unease. “Here, my sweet, let me—” she goes to untie the scarf around Galinda’s hands.

“No, wait,” Galinda says, pulling her arms up more so that Elphie can’t reach. The questioning gaze directed at her makes her heart skip a beat, but she continues. “Can I—can I taste you? Like this?” She wiggles her hands a bit.

Elphie’s lips part slightly, eyebrows raising as her own cheeks darken as well. “O-oh. Are you sure, sweet?”

Oh, she’s definitely sure. Galinda has to hold back a shiver at the mere thought. If she hadn’t just had one of the best orgasms of her life, she’d probably already be hard again. “Absolutely,” she breathes. “If you’d like that,” she tacks on, tone shifting to tease slightly as she can tell her Omega does like the idea.

Elphie bites her lip and studies her for a moment more, as if trying to make sure Galinda’s serious, but she eventually nods. “Alright.” She sits up and starts scooting her hips up toward Galinda’s face. “Move down a bit for me, love?”

Galinda wiggles herself further down so there’s more space between her head and the headboard, and then her breath hitches as Elphie is suddenly hovering directly over her face.

She’s drenched.

“Oz, Elphie,” she whispers, simultaneously thrilled at the fact that her arms are trapped and wishing that she could grab onto those beautiful green thighs. “All this for me?”

“Yes, well,” Elphie averts her gaze, blush spreading down her neck, “if you recall, I was rather close when I had to stop. And some of it is from you, anyway.”

“Fuck.” As Elphie says that, Galinda watches as a mixture of their cum leaks out of her. She swears her mouth is watering. “Come here,” she says lowly, and Elphie complies.

The taste of her is heavenly, especially combined with the sounds Elphie makes as Galinda’s tongue licks her over. It doesn’t take long before Elphaba collapses forward a bit, thighs shaking where she straddles Galinda. Green hands slide into her own, interlacing their fingers and holding on for dear life as she starts to ride Galinda’s face.

Galinda moans at the combined taste of their cum as she presses her tongue to Elphie’s entrance. The whines her Omega makes as she grinds down against her mouth make her dizzy as her thighs tense. She holds tightly onto Elphie’s hands as she devours her, licking inside her before moving up to wrap her lips around the Omega’s clit. Elphie shudders above her as Galinda sucks and licks at the sensitive nub, each breath releasing a moan or a curse.

“Oz, you’re s-so good, Glin,” Elphie says with a gasp. “Fuck—so good for me, my Alpha.”

Galinda whimpers against her and feels her hips twitch at the praise—and she surprisingly realizes that she’s getting hard again.

“I love your mouth, darling,” Elphie continues. “I want to—to come just like this.” Her voice pitches higher as she gets more desperate.

Galinda can feel the wetness covering her mouth and chin. She isn’t sure when exactly she closed her eyes, but she opens them now to look up at her girlfriend’s flushed face as she rides her. Elphie’s jaw is dropped down and showing that perfect gap between her teeth as her eyebrows pinch upwards. The sight makes Galinda groan as her hips thrust into the air.

That draws Elphie’s attention behind her, and when she looks back down to Galinda, it’s with an awe that makes the Alpha’s heart race. Elphaba removes her hands from Galinda’s own and immediately starts untying the scarf around her wrists. Galinda’s mouth and tongue still in confusion as her face scrunches up, and then Elphie is lifting herself up onto her knees, pulling away from her face.

Before Galinda can ask for her reasoning, though, Elphie says, “Touch yourself, my sweet,” and pushes on her hands.

“Oh, fuck,” Galinda moans before complying, sliding her arms beneath Elphie’s hips until she can hook one under and around a muscular, green thigh. The other hand immediately moves down to wrap around her cock, and as she starts pumping that hand, Elphie settles back down over her mouth.

Galinda licks her Omega’s wet, swollen pussy with abandon, moving back and forth between teasing at her entrance and swirling around her clit. That taste that’s distinctly Elphie floods her mouth, and they both moan together. One hand clutches desperately at Elphie’s thigh as the other slides up and down along her aching dick, still slightly sensitive from coming the first time.

Elphie, no longer able to hold Galinda’s hands for leverage, instead moves one hand to steady herself on the headboard while the other finds purchase in Galinda’s curls. She rambles on above her, saying how much she loves this, how good Galinda is for her, how she wants to come together. Her hips stutter against Galinda’s mouth as she clearly approaches the edge once more.

“S-so good, baby—make yourself come with me, my sweet, my Alpha, I’m so close... d-don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m almost—G-Glin!”

Elphaba coming apart is one of the most beautiful things Galinda’s ever seen; she doesn’t think she’ll ever tire of the sight, and that—combined with the fresh flood of wetness that gushes into her mouth and over her chin, the hand tightening in her hair, a precise squeeze to the base of her cock—is enough to make her come a second time. Galinda sees stars behind her eyelids as the tension rushes up her spine and explodes from her throat in a moan. She feels warmth splash onto her stomach and hand but barely registers it as she focuses on licking up as much of Elphie’s cum as she possibly can. Both of their hips twitch through their respective releases as they ride out their orgasms together.

She doesn’t stop moving her tongue until Elphie pats the top of her head three times. Galinda then releases her hold on the thigh trembling next to her head, and Elphie shakily shifts to move off of her. A green hand passes her a tissue from the nightstand and then comes to rest against her chest as Elphie lies next to her. Galinda wipes the mess of her cum off of her hand and stomach as best as she can. Once she’s cleaned up, she slides an arm underneath her Omega and pulls her close.

Elphie nuzzles the side of Galinda’s face, pressing lazy kisses to her cheek and jaw as she catches her breath. “I love you,” she whispers, “my wonderful Alpha. You did so good for me.”

She sounds completely spent, which only further lifts Galinda’s pride up from the depths to which it had fallen earlier. “I love you,” she says back, turning her head to kiss those perfect green lips. “I love you so much. So, so much.”

Another kiss, and this time Elphie draws it out, makes it slow and languid and licks at her lips until Galinda opens for her. She moans, assumedly at the taste of herself on Galinda’s tongue, and kisses her deeply until she’s satisfied and collapses into Galinda’s neck.

“Oz,” Elphie breathes.

“Just ‘Glinda’ is fine,” Galinda says coyly, receiving a light smack on her chest in return. Galinda can’t help but give a soft chuckle as she gently strokes along her Omega’s back. She hums and pulls her impossibly closer, bringing her other hand up to stroke at the dark braids atop Elphie’s head. “Next time, I get to tie you up,” she murmurs cheekily.

“Mm, whatever you want,” Elphie responds tiredly, nearly melting against the Alpha as she scratches lightly at her scalp.

Elphaba wakes up one morning to find herself oddly alone. The sun has risen, and the sheets beside her are cold—though the winter chill in the air makes it hard to tell just how long Galinda's been gone. After grabbing her glasses, she notices a folded-up piece of Galinda's pink parchment laying on the bedside table. Opening it, she reads:

Good morning, my love! Happy Lurlinemas Eve!

I'm afraid I had to go into work to handle a teensy tiny emergency, and I simply couldn't bear to wake you when you were sleeping so peacefully. Not to fret, though—I'm sure it'll be fine! I promise I'll be home in time for dinner.

Can't wait to see your beautiful face and definitely not shower you with gifts because we agreed on one present each and I am a wonderful partner who listens to their wife! ♥

All my love,

Galinda

Elphaba smiles down at the parchment. The entire letter is covered and punctuated with doodles of hearts and winking faces and something that looks suspiciously like the two of them embraced and kissing—Galinda must have been in a hurry, otherwise Elphaba's sure it would have contained unnecessary and borderline-explicit detail. 

Elphaba chuckles and rises from bed, standing with a stretch. There's a dull ache across her body—strange. She hopes she's not coming down with something. 

She grabs her robe—a fluffy, oversized knitted cardigan that keeps her from shivering as the cold air hits her skin. Softly padding across the hall to her study, she deposits Galinda's note in the drawer she has designated for things like this. It's full of notes and drawings and little keepsakes Galinda's given her for a multitude of reasons, mainly just because "it reminded me of you, Elphie!" She's gathered quite the collection over the years; she'll need more space in which to hold it all, soon. 

With a soft smile, she shuts the drawer and heads back to the bedroom. Walking to the closet—she'd managed to convince Galinda they only needed one, though Elphaba's clothes only take up a quarter of the space—she stares at the choices in front of her. 

Thinking about it, there’s not much for her to do today. The shopping is done for the week, her garden has been covered for the winter, and she's not yet in need of a trip to the library. Until Galinda gets home, there are no true requirements; theoretically, she could just lounge around in her nightgown and read all day until it's time to leave for dinner. The idea wouldn't normally entice her, but there's a lingering tiredness in her body that makes her want to crawl back into bed. 

On a whim, she reaches out and runs a hand along the sleeve of one of Galinda's dress shirts. A smell wafts towards her, one of Galinda's natural scent mixed with the cologne they like to use on their masculine days. Elphaba's body warms at the smell, and she finds herself stepping closer to press her nose to the fabric. 

A lazy Lurlinemas Eve with Galinda home with her would be wonderful right about now.

A low thrum starts up deep within her. The urge to lie down in bed grows stronger, though it's no longer to sleep. Before she can talk herself out of it, she's moving to crawl beneath the blankets and press her face into Galinda's pillow. She inhales deeply, drawing in her lover's scent as much as she can—but as she settles fully onto her stomach, she pauses. 

Her chest is rather… uncomfortable with the pressure of lying down, her nipples a bit tender. She turns onto her back and tentatively lifts a hand to run over one of her breasts. With a gentle, experimental squeeze, she determines that it's not painful, per se, but definitely sore. Sensitive. Her breath hitches as a thought hits her. 

Elphaba jumps up from the bed and rushes back to her study, immediately going to the calendar and counting the weeks—nearly four since their rut cycles ended, and nearly six since her last menstruation. 

Her pulse rushes in her ears as her heart rate picks up. She moves to leave her study, pauses, turns and grabs a specific notebook from her shelf, and then resumes her speedy walk until she ends up in the kitchen. She sheds her cardigan, her blood now running hot with the excitement of possibility. 

But Elphaba hesitates once she's placed her notebook on the kitchen counter. She has dozens of notebooks, mostly commonplace marble-covered ones, but this one is special; it was a gift from Galinda, given years ago. She stares down at the swooping, swirling "E" embossed in the corner of its sturdy cover, at the pages edged in sparkling gold. 

She uses it as a diary of sorts, though there aren't very many entries. She really only writes in it when something truly splendiferous or important happens—among the entries is one for when they had both graduated from Shiz, and one for when Galinda proposed. There are perhaps a couple dozen others, all from times when Elphaba's joy or love was simply too great to be contained within herself, so grand as to warrant a permanent etching in this very special book of very special moments. 

Except for one entry, the most recent one. Once she and Galinda had decided they would try to get pregnant, Elphaba had done an appropriate (nigh on excessive) amount of research. In one of the books she'd borrowed from the library, she'd found the recipe for a particular potion, one which supposedly would determine whether or not one was pregnant. Before returning the book, she'd copied down that recipe in her very special notebook so she would be prepared, come this very special moment which she has now apparently reached. 

Elphaba's hands tremble where they grip at the counter top. It's not that she's second-guessing her decision to do this, to have a child with Galinda—it's just that, if the potion works and announces a positive result, this is the moment where it all becomes real. There is a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach about it all.

She briefly considers waiting for Galinda to get home from work so they can do this part together, but Elphaba's not sure she could handle seeing Galinda's disappointment if it did somehow end up negative. Besides, if it is positive, well, then surprising Galinda with the news will be half the fun. 

So, Elphaba takes a deep, steadying breath, and then she gets to work.

The ingredients aren't complicated; it's more the order and timing of it all that is particular. Nearly an hour goes by before Elphaba has completed the potion itself. She picks up a glass vial with slightly shaky hands and uses a ladle to fill it nearly to the brim. There's plenty of the concoction left over in the pot, should she need to repeat the test. But for now, there's only one more step before her question is answered.

With a drop of her blood, if she's made it correctly, the potion should change color after a few seconds: to a bright red if negative, or, if positive, a deep, shining emerald. 

How fitting. 

She has the knife ready in her right hand, poised with the tip aimed at the pad of her left pointer finger. Just this one last thing, and she'll know if she's pregnant. One last thing, and she'll know for sure if she's carrying her and Galinda's child. 

Her head swims a bit, so she closes her eyes. Her mind is filled with vague images and sounds—Galinda holding a tiny bundle in their arms, tiny feet pattering down the hallway. Her breath trembles, her chest clenching in excitement. She opens her eyes and pricks the tip of her finger. A drop of red gathers there, contrasting against the green of her skin before it falls into the vial and joins the potion. She sets the knife down on the counter and presses a cloth to the cut on her finger.

And she waits.

Galinda has had a truly horrendible day. And for all of this to happen on Lurlinemas Eve, of all eves! They're growing rather tired of having to go into work on Big Days like this.

They hadn't wanted to worry Elphie, but the work emergency had been a bit bigger than "teensy tiny." It was nothing Galinda couldn't handle, but they can't lie and say it wasn't a stressful start to the day; it required several hours to properly implement a solution, and so by lunchtime, Galinda was already exhausted. By the time they were able to leave work, they wanted nothing more than to go home to their wife and bury their nose into her neck to breathe in that earthy scent that is pure Elphaba. 

They pause outside the house when they arrive, taking in the sight of it all covered in snow and tinsel. Galinda truly loves Lurlinemas, everything about it, from the decorations to the music to the traditions—including their tradition of going to their favorite restaurant every Lurlinemas Eve. Afterwards, they stay up late and cuddle and read or play games until the clock strikes thirteen, at which point they open their presents from each other. They like it that way; it gives them a more private moment to celebrate together before their families and friends surround them on Lurlinemas Day. 

A giddy excitement rises in Galinda's chest, and they finally enter the house. "Oh, wife!" they call from the foyer as they hang up their coat. "Dearest, darlingest wife of mine! I'm home!"

Elphaba appears from around the corner, smirk tilting her lips. "Hello, darling husband," she greets in that soft, warm, lovely voice of hers—

Except Galinda winces involuntarily. A pang rings in her chest, something off, and it's only then that she realizes—"Ah, I'd rather 'wife' now, if you please, darling." 

"Of course, my sweet." Elphaba takes it in stride, as she always does, coming up to adjust Galinda's tie and using it to pull her forward into a grounding kiss. She doesn't question it or press, she never does, and that is one of the many, many reasons why Galinda loves her so. "How was your emergency work day?"

"Horrendible." Galinda melts into the embrace in relief, brings her hands up to rest on Elphie's hips. "But much better now. Happy Lurlinemas, Elphie."

Elphie's smirk widens to show the gap in her teeth. Galinda's heart flutters before settling warmly in her chest. "Happy Lurlinemas, my love. Did you want to change before we go?"

"Yes, please. Just a clock tick." She kisses her wife again before rushing to the bedroom to shed the clothes that have now harbored all of the stress of the day within their fabric. She keeps the tie, though, swapping the rest of her outfit for a collared dress with a knee-length skirt and matching, frilly blazer. Looking over herself in the mirror, she gives her reflection a nod of approval before turning to rejoin her wife downstairs.

When she reaches the foyer, she sees Elphie fumbling with her satchel. "Darling?"

Elphie jumps a bit, letting her bag fall closed and rest by her hip. "Oh! I—didn't hear you coming. Are you ready, my sweet?" She tucks some loose braids behind her ear as she straightens up.

Galinda giggles. "Sorry to startle you, dearest. But yes, let's go."

Galinda can tell that Elphie isn't flying as fast as she normally would, and she has a feeling it's because of the snow slowly falling around them. It's a glorious sight, one that she can see Elphie taking in as well. Galinda smiles to herself as she wraps her arms more tightly around Elphaba's waist. Her wife really is such a romantic. 

The ride doesn't take long, even with the slower pace, and they are soon checking their coats and the broom at the host's stand. The hostess recognizes them—they do come here fairly often, and Elphaba is rather recognizable—and says, "Oh, I have the perfect table for you open right now, just this way—"

But Elphaba interrupts her. "Actually, would it be alright if we had a booth today, instead?"

Galinda raises an eyebrow and shoots her wife a subtle look of confusion. Elphaba tends to like sitting away from the corners and sides—she's said it's because she never wants to feel like she's trying to hide herself away anymore, something that Galinda, of course, fully supports.

But the hostess doesn't falter, immediately changing course to lead them to a booth next to the wall, instead. "Is this more to your liking, Mrs. Upland?"

Any concern of Galinda's is immediately banished at the sight of her Elphie standing taller. Galinda already knew that Elphaba loves her married name, but seeing the effect it still has on her after over a year makes Galinda's heart warm. 

"Yes, thank you," Elphie answers the hostess. Once menus are placed on the table, the hostess leaves them be, and Elphaba gestures towards the bench seat. "After you, my sweet. I'd love to sit next to you tonight, if you don't mind."

Galinda only smiles and kisses the back of Elphaba's hand before doing as requested. As she slides into the seat, Elphie removes her satchel to place it on the opposite bench, and then she is settling in next to her. 

A gentle kiss to Galinda's cheek has her blushing like a schoolgirl. She clears her throat and picks up her menu to try and hide how flustered such a simple gesture has made her. 

(She's sure Elphie knows, but she, thankfully, doesn't tease.)

It's all perfectly normal at first, quiet and calm as they each decide what they want for their dinner. Their waiter comes by to grab their drink orders and then leaves them alone once more. And it's just a moment after, when Elphaba shifts to hold her menu up with one hand and places the other high on Galinda's thigh, that she starts to get suspicious. 

Because all of a sudden, Galinda remembers what happened here on their anniversary. All of a sudden, she realizes that the tablecloth nearly covers their laps, that she is hidden from the rest of the restaurant by being between Elphaba and the wall. And Elphaba is running her nails along Galinda's thigh in such a way that the hem of her skirt starts to slide higher and higher. She can feel herself twitch in her underwear and tries to stay calm. 

She clears her throat, glances her wife's way. "Elphie?"

Green eyes stay focused on the menu. "Yes?"

"Are you…" her breath catches as Elphie's nails graze higher, so she clears her throat again. "Are you… feeling alright?" Her wife isn't normally this brazen in public—maybe she's entering her heat again? That would certainly be a fun Lurlinemas gift.

"I'm feeling perfectly fine, my sweet." Elphaba shifts her hand so that her palm rests on Galinda's thigh, and when she squeezes, her nails dig into the soft skin there. Galinda stifles a gasp, but she can't help the way her thighs jump apart ever-so-slightly. "Why do you ask?"

"It's just… are you—I mean…" Galinda's eyes dart around the restaurant, but, of course, no one is paying them any attention. "Do you realize what you're doing?"

"And what is it I'm doing, Glin?" The nickname is accompanied by a delicious scratch along Galinda's inner thigh. 

"Oh, Oz," Galinda breathes, legs spreading further. She squeezes her eyes shut for a moment, trying to keep her body under control. Unfortunately, her dick refuses to cooperate. "You—you clearly know." 

"Then why bother asking?"

Well. Elphie's certainly in a particular mood—and Galinda can't exactly complain. 

"It's just," Galinda starts, though she's unsure of what she even wants to say. "I…"

Elphaba finally looks at her, concern peeking from the corners of her eyes. "Do you want me to stop?"

It isn't teasing when she asks, and Galinda knows that if she were to answer in the affirmative, Elphie would listen right away. But the problem is…

"N-no." She really doesn't want her to stop. 

She glances around at the other patrons once more, her heart rate spiking at the thought of being caught. Oz, is this how Elphie felt on their anniversary?

"Then be good," Elphaba instructs, turning back to her menu, "and stay quiet." 

Galinda bites her lip to stifle a whimper. She scoots forward in her seat, which earns her a suspicious glance from Elphaba at first. When her Omega realizes that she's just making sure she's fully hidden by the tablecloth, though, Elphaba rewards her by palming the growing bulge between her legs. Galinda clenches the menu tightly in her hands as she restrains herself from bucking her hips up into Elphaba's hand. 

"Here you go," their waiter says as he returns, placing their respective wines in front of them. "Are we ready to order, or do we still need a clock tick?"

Galinda opens her mouth to ask for more time, but a firm squeeze to her growing cock makes her jaw snap shut with a click of her teeth. 

"I believe we're ready," Elphaba says. She smiles sweetly, more saccharine than usual as she discreetly brings her hand away from Galinda and out from under the table. She orders easily, and Galinda picks something random and follows not-so-easily.

When they are alone once more, Elphaba takes a sip of her red wine. "Take it out for me, won't you, my sweet?"

Galinda nearly chokes on her own saliva, stammering as she says, "I—you mean—take…?"

Elphaba lowers her voice to something that sends a chill up Galinda's spine. She speaks slowly, patronizingly. "Take your cock out of your underwear, Glinda." 

Galinda hurries to comply, knocking her knuckle painfully on the table as she moves. Elphaba gives her a chastising, warning look, so she slows down. She can't help but breathe a small sigh of relief as her hardening cock is freed from the confines of her underwear, though. 

"Hands on the table," Elphie says lowly. When Galinda complies, she continues, "Drink your wine, and put that Upland charm to good use—keep up appearances for me, my sweet? Think you can keep yourself from coming?" 

Galinda takes a long gulp of her wine to steady herself before nodding.

"Good. Because what you are not going to do is make a mess of this fine restaurant, understood? I rather like coming here." Galinda can't help but giggle breathily at her choice of words, which earns her a smirk and a roll of Elphie's eyes. "You are ridiculous, sometimes."

"But you married me," Galinda says, regaining a bit of her composure. She leans over until her shoulder touches Elphie's. "You love me."

Elphie rolls her eyes again. "I did." Then, she turns to face her, putting their noses inches apart. "And I do." 

Elphaba gives the softest, heart-fluttering-est smile before she leans in to kiss Galinda, and it takes her breath away. Normally, their public kisses are kept chaste, but Elphaba parts her mouth to lightly suck on Galinda's bottom lip, tucks a finger beneath her chin to draw her in closer. It's all so distracting that Galinda doesn't even notice the whereabouts of Elphie's other hand until it's between her legs. 

She jumps a bit, away from the kiss, as Elphaba wraps her long fingers around her cock. Galinda places her palms flat on the table to steady herself. 

"Easy, now," Elphie says teasingly, smirk firmly back in place. She removes her hand from under Galinda's chin and reaches to take a sip of her wine as if nothing untoward is happening. 

Oz, does she have to be so damn attractive all the time?

Galinda takes a slow, deep breath as Elphie's hand starts to move, sending heat rushing all over her body. She reaches for her wine with trembling fingers and takes another long sip. She can feel herself hardening further, growing closer to her full length with each pass of Elphaba's hand along her shaft. 

Elphaba pulls upward and swipes her thumb across the tip, and Galinda shivers in response. "Oz, Elphie."

"Yes, my sweet?"

Galinda shakes her head, breathing out a half-laugh. "You just—always know h-how to drive me insane."

Elphaba hums. "I should hope so, after all this time." She squeezes at the base of her cock before pulling upwards once more, and Galinda feels her thighs tremble.

She nearly whimpers. It's a struggle to keep her face straight. "I don't… I don't know how long I'll be able to last, actually."

Elphaba scoffs teasingly, turning to look at her with a raised eyebrow. "Oh, come now, Alpha. Surely you can at least last until our food arrives." 

Galinda's eyes dart down to those smirking lips. Oz, it's terribly warm in here. "I—o-okay."

Elphie tuts before sliding her hand up to smear precum along Galinda's shaft. "Are you sure?" 

"No," Galinda breathes with a shaky, incredulous smile. She forces her eyes back up to meet Elphie's. "But I'll try. For you." 

That makes Elphaba's breath catch, her lips parting on a small gasp. Before long, though, that smirk is back in full force. Her hand moves the slightest bit faster along Galinda's cock when she says, "Good girl."

Galinda doubts herself, though, because Elphaba really does know just how Galinda likes it—every stroke and squeeze makes her breathless. Elphie occasionally whispers to her, too, telling her to stay calm or breathe and praising her when she does. Within a few minutes, her entire body is tensed up in order to hold back the orgasm she's not allowed to have. She's trying her very best to stay still and quiet, but Oz, Elphie's hand feels so heavenly—

And then it's gone, the cold air hitting her warm cock and making her shiver. She barely restrains a gasp. "E-Elphie, what—"

"Alright, ladies," the waiter says to announce his return. Ah, that explains it. Probably good timing, too, because Galinda isn't sure how much more she would have been able to take without crashing over the edge. 

"Thank you," Elphie says to the waiter with a smile. Galinda does her best to follow suit, but she's sure her smile is wobbly. 

He is quick to place their food on the table, asks if they're in need of anything else (they aren't—not from him, at least), and then leaves them once more. 

"Are you alright, sweet?" Elphie checks in as she goes to dig into her plate. Her left hand remains beneath the table, but it stays in her own lap.

Galinda clears her throat. "Mhm," she manages, voice higher than normal. She coughs again and retries, "Fine. Just dandy."

Elphaba smirks. "I'm sure." 

Galinda relishes in the chance to calm herself down. It takes several deep breaths before she is actually ready to eat, and then as soon as she picks up her fork, Elphaba is grazing her nails along Galinda's thigh. She freezes, but Elphaba doesn't take things further just yet. 

"Don't mind me," her wife says coyly, taking another bite of her own food and chewing delicately. She swallows and glances Galinda's way. "Enjoy your meal, love." 

So, Galinda tries. It's rather difficult, though, to focus on her food when Elphie's long nails keep dancing along the skin of her knee and inner thigh. She doesn't get any less hard, as a result, her cock twitching and pulsing every time Elphie moves a certain way. It's getting… uncomfortable, to say the least. 

And Elphaba must be watching her closely, because as soon as Galinda's finished her last bite and placed her fork down, she move her hand to wrap around Galinda once more. 

Galinda hisses quietly, has to put a hand over her mouth to keep herself from groaning. 

Elphaba coos teasingly. "Sensitive?" 

Galinda nods, because she is—the warmth of Elphie's hand moving along her shaft nearly makes her cross-eyed. "E-Elphie, I don't think I—fuck…"

"What's that, Glin?" Elphaba says with a hum. "Use your words, my love." 

Elphie pumps her cock smoothly and quickly, squeezes the base where her knot would be if one of them were in rut. Galinda brings both hands up to hide her face as much as possible, because she's sure she's not maintaining her composure at all, at this point. Her thighs tense up as she tries her damnedest not to jerk her hips into Elphie's hand. It's so—so….

"E-Elphie," she mumbles from behind her hands, "I'm… you have to—"

"How are we doing over here?" The waiter asks, catching them both off guard. Elphie quickly stills her hand and moves it to rest on Galinda's knee, instead, while Galinda forces her face into a more neutral expression so she can drop her own hands. "In the mood for some dessert, tonight?"

Again, just like earlier, Galinda goes to answer, but Elphie's nails digging into her skin makes her keep her mouth shut. "Yes, please," Elphaba says sweetly. "Could I have a scoop of your caramel gelato? And she'll have the chocolate. Thank you."

The waiter nods. "Of course, excellent choices! I'll be back with those, soon." He turns and walks away, and Elphaba immediately moves her hand—

But Galinda, desperately on edge now, grabs it before Elphaba can resume her task. "Elphie," she breathes shakily, "if you touch me again, I'm going to come."

Elphaba looks at her with wide eyes, then smirks. "Poor baby." Galinda can feel the blush burning its way across her face and neck. "Here—tuck yourself away, and come with me." 

Elphaba puts her napkin on the table and rises from her seat, giving Galinda a chance to clumsily—and with difficulty—pull her underwear back over her cock and tug her skirt back down. She then offers Galinda her hand and pulls her out of the seat before walking her over to the bathroom. 

Galinda can only follow like a lost puppy, grateful that the skirt of her dress is full enough to hide the still-very-present bulge between her legs. 

When they enter the restroom, there is one woman present who dries her hands and leaves just a clock tick after they arrive. The stalls appear to be unoccupied, but Elphaba still looks to Galinda and puts a finger to her lips before dragging them both into one and locking the door behind them. 

Galinda gasps as she's pushed against the wall, and then she is treated to the glorious sight of Elphaba sinking to her knees in front of her. 

Galinda should do the noble thing and protest, reassure Elphie that she really doesn't have to do this, she'll be fine, honest—but her entire body tingles with the pressure of her denied orgasm, and she cannot force herself to speak. The next thing she knows, Elphaba is lifting the skirt of Galinda's dress and tugging her underwear down to free her cock once again.

Galinda chokes on a moan as Elphie immediately takes the tip into her mouth. Long nails tap against her hip in warning, but Elphaba doesn't give her any time to recover before she shifts forward to take more. Galinda slaps a hand over her own mouth to keep from making noise. 

And Elphaba wastes no time. She soon takes Galinda's cock to the hilt, throat pulsing around the tip as she swallows. As she pulls back, those perfect green lips and warm tongue slide along her length, and that along with the feeling of hitting the back of her throat, the sight of her Omega flushed and greedy and looking up at her through those lashes with watery eyes—

Galinda's hips jerk as she spills down Elphaba's throat. The hand covering her mouth squeezes tightly, her own nails digging into her cheek. The other blindly grabs onto Elphie's shoulder, just barely refraining from mussing up black braids. There is only the slightest spluttering sound as Elphie expertly swallows everything. 

When Elphie finally pulls off and away, she pants for a moment to catch her breath and uses a thumb to wipe along the edge of her mouth to clean off any stray spit or cum. Then, hypnotizingly, she leans forward and presses a slow, soft kiss near Galinda's hipbone. A dark green lipstick stain is left in her wake. 

Galinda is then left blinking dazedly as Elphaba tucks her softening cock away and straightens her dress for her. By the time she stands back up, the only sign that anything has happened is the flush still covering Galinda's face and Elphie's slightly faded lipstick. 

Elphie only smirks at her and tucks a finger beneath Galinda's chin to draw her into a chaste kiss, then unlocks the stall door and heads to the sinks. Galinda stares after her for a clock-tick too long before hurrying to follow. 

She continues to stare as Elphie washes and dries her hands. And she stares as one of those hands waves through the air and then suddenly has Elphie's lipstick in its palm, summoned from her wife's satchel back at the table. Elphie using magic is always insanely attractive, which doesn't really help current matters for Galinda as she now stares at the way Elphaba reapplies her lipstick. 

"Do I have something in my teeth?" Elphie asks teasingly once she's done. The small smirk she tries to hide only makes Galinda's heart race again. 

"I'm just… confused," Galinda confesses. She takes a second to steady herself, turning to the mirrors and making sure her own appearance isn't too frazzled. "Not complaining, of course—I could never, but—is there a reason for all of this… fun?" She grimaces when she can't find the proper word, but, well, this is all a bit of fun, isn't it?

Elphie hums a small laugh. "We're celebrating," she answers simply. 

"This is… quite more than we've ever done for Lurlinemas."

"Who said it's Lurlinemas we're celebrating?" 

That makes Galinda's brow furrow. She turns to face her wife again, who has that scheming glint in her eye like she knows something Galinda doesn't—and it's… still not helping Galinda's flustered state, that's for sure. 

But Elphaba laughs, more openly this time, at her obvious confusion and takes her hand. "Let's head back, my love; I want to give you one of your presents early."

Galinda lets herself be led, but manages to snark back, "What, this wasn't a present in itself?"

Elphie only giggles—one of Galinda's absolute favorite sounds, truly—and continues to walk them back to their table. Their respective bowls of gelato are sat there, waiting for them. Oddly, Elphaba sits across from her this time and draws her bowl in front of her. At Galinda's questioning look, she shrugs and says, "I want to see your face when you open it."

It's then that something clicks in Galinda's mind. "Wait, you said 'one of' my presents! Are you breaking your own rule this time? Does this mean I can give you however many presents I want?"

Elphie rolls her eyes as she reaches into her satchel. "As if you don't already have several gifts waiting for me at home."

Galinda grins, unashamed. "I have no Oz-ly idea of what you're talking about, dearest."

Elphaba hums but doesn't respond, merely bringing out a box just bigger than her hand and wrapped in a glittery pink bow, sliding it across the table. 

Galinda glances back and forth between Elphie and the box before slowly reaching for it. "And you're sure you want me to open this now?"

Elphaba, currently lifting a spoonful of her caramel gelato to her lips, nods. "Positive—I've been waiting for this all day," she says. And then, once she's tasted the dessert, "Oz, this really is amazing. We have to make sure we bring it home, this time." 

Elphie is really making a habit of confusing her, tonight. "Why can't we just finish it here?"

Another smirk. "Open your present, my sweet." 

Galinda playfully rolls her eyes, but listens and tugs at the ribbon until she can open the box itself. Inside are three glass vials—she recognizes them as being Elphie's from when she makes potions for her spell work. Each vial is filled with a green liquid, slightly darker than Elphie's skin and glittering within the glass. 

Galinda looks up at her wife to see that her smirk has turned into an almost-shy, giddy smile. Her heart melts at the sight, though she still doesn't know what it's for. "I'm—I'm sorry, darling, I'm not sure what these are."

But Elphie is prepared and slides an open notebook atop the table—it's her diary. (Well, Galinda calls it her diary, but Elphaba always insists it's just her "special notebook.") 

"I did it three times, just to make sure it was… real," Elphie says, voice softening in that way where she's trying so very hard not to show how truly excited she is. 

So, Galinda looks down at the page to which Elphie has opened her diary special notebook. The larger letters at the top read: Pregnancy Confirmation Potion.

Galinda's heart stops. 

Breath pausing, she moves her eyes down to the highlighted words at the bottom of the page, after all the spell-recipe-mumbo-jumbo, which read:

Negative: RED

Positive: GREEN

Her eyes shoot up to stare at Elphaba. She's sure her jaw has dropped a bit as she processes. Elphie is now biting her lower lip as she awaits her reaction, her hands fidgeting on the table, gelato momentarily forgotten. 

"Elphie," Galinda says breathily, finally taking in air. "You—I mean, you're—we're…?"

Elphaba's grin grows to a point where she cannot contain it anymore, the gap in her teeth showing proudly as she says. "We're having a baby, my sweet." 

It feels like the words smack her in the chest. There is a clock-tick of a pause as it really and truly sinks in. She looks back down at the items in front of her, reading over everything again just to make sure. Then, eyes blurring and watery, she looks back to Elphaba—her wife. Her wife, who is glowing and giddy in front of her. Her wife who was so excited to share this news that she planned out this whole little scheme of hers. 

Her wife who is pregnant with their child. 

"We're… having a baby?" she repeats, needing more confirmation still. Elphie nods, but she asks again. "Are you sure?" Her voice cracks, a tear falling.

Elphaba giggles again, reaches out to cup Galinda's face and wipe away the wetness from her cheeks. Her own eyes turn glossy in return. "I'm positive, Glin. We did it. We're having a baby." 

Galinda's struggling to hear over the sound of her heartbeat rushing in her ears. "We're… having a baby," she says around a sob, a statement this time instead of a question. 

Elphaba nods. "We are." 

"You and me, we're having a baby. Together."

Elphie chuckles wetly and raises an eyebrow playfully. "Well I haven't been with any other Alphas, if that's what you're insinu—mmph!"

Galinda cuts her off by darting forward to kiss her soundly, leaning over the table and drawing her in by the back of her neck. She breathes Elphie in, woodsy and earthy and something else just barely noticeable—something that is so small and hidden that Galinda hadn't noticed before but which now stands out so starkly that she doesn't understand how she hadn't smelled it earlier.

Her Elphie is pregnant. 

She suddenly understands why Elphaba had mentioned taking the gelato home, because she now wants nothing more than to drag her Omega into their bed and continue their celebration. 

She sucks hungrily on Elphie's bottom lip before pulling back from the kiss. She can't bring herself to move more than an inch or two away. "Please, let me take you home," she breathes. 

"Well," Elphaba says with an air of haughtiness, "I told you, I want my dessert, and you really can't deny me of anything I want to eat, now."

Even though her request was (at least temporarily) denied, Galinda can't help but smile wide enough to make her cheeks burn. "Because you're pregnant."

Elphie giggles. "Yes, because I'm pregnant. I'm sure you'll have to put up with a lot of—whoa!"

Before she can finish her sentence, Galinda has scrambled out of her seat and pulled Elphaba up to wrap her in a hug that lifts her onto her toes. "Because we're having a baby!" she says joyfully, loudly enough this time that, combined with the embrace, heads turn their way. She peppers kisses along Elphie's neck and face, unable to contain her excitement any longer—she's nearly bursting with it, her pulse rushing and face flushing and oh!

They're having a baby!

Elphaba wraps her arms around Galinda's shoulders and doesn't deny her affection, giggling as she's showered in kisses. Some of the other restaurant diners clap their congratulations. Galinda places one more full kiss on those glorious green lips before she lets Elphaba regain her footing. 

She turns around, though she keeps an arm around Elphie's waist to keep her close. "Excuse me!" she calls when she sees their waiter leaving the kitchen. "My pregnant wife would like some containers for our dessert, please, because she'd like to take it home and she's pregnant with our baby, so she gets whatever she wants forever—"

Elphie cuts her off with a slap to her arm and buries her face embarrassedly into Galinda's shoulder, though Galinda can tell she's hiding her own grin. "You are ridiculous," her wife chastises, just as she did earlier. 

"And you're pregnant!" is her excited response, going off script from their usual banter. That one draws out another cackle as Elphaba tosses her head back in laughter. Galinda has to try very hard not to start crying again.

Galinda can't help but give Elphie a few more kisses while they wait for their takeout containers. They leave an amount of money on the table that is definitely at least twice the amount of what their food actually cost, and then they are rushing to the exit, hand-in-hand. Elphaba playfully falls behind, making Galinda tug on her hand to have her keep up. And Galinda takes every opportunity to announce the news to whomever they pass—other waitstaff, the host, guests arriving in the lobby. By the time they leave, coats and broom in hand, Galinda's made sure at least half the town knows their amazifying news. 

Elphie steers as they fly home, but Galinda probably makes the task rather difficult with the way she presses right up against her back and places open-mouthed kisses along her neck and shoulders. Her hands may or may not wander a bit, as well, sliding across the flat plane of Elphie's stomach—which apparently won't be so flat soon enough!—and down to run over her thighs, up to graze just beneath her breasts. 

She is truly lucky that they are going home, because she is definitely hard again. 

Elphaba nearly crashes them into the porch, and no sooner have they both stumbled off of the broom than Galinda has pushed Elphaba against the door to give her a ravishing kiss. Neither of them hold back now. Elphaba arches up against her so that their bodies meld together, and as Galinda cups the back of her neck and gropes the slope of her ass, Elphie slides her warm tongue against Galinda's and gets to work unbuttoning her pink blazer. 

When the buttons are undone, Elphie moves that hand to fumble at the doorknob behind them, and when it finally opens, she grabs Galinda by the tie and quickly tugs her inside. 

They are so singularly focused on each other that they uncharacteristically leave their shed clothes strewn about the foyer—the broom clatters into a corner, their coats plop onto the floor, shoes are kicked into the hallway. And all the while, they never part from one another, lips and hands straining to keep contact at all times. The air is filled with the sounds of their panting breaths and gasps. 

Galinda feels a rush run through her body, joy and excitement and want and—

"Bed," she murmurs into Elphie's mouth, though she still doesn't pull away. She has loosened her tie and is undoing the buttons of her dress, while Elphie has stripped down to her underwear, a lacy dark blue set that is very enticing, indeed. 

Elphaba giggles and kisses her again, nipping at Galinda's bottom lip. She puts her palms flat against the skin of Galinda's now-exposed chest and slides them up over her collarbones to her neck, where she digs her nails in and scratches downward deliciously. Galinda hisses and groans, pulling back from the kiss just slightly enough to allow Elphaba to turn away and scamper up the stairs. Galinda grins at the sound of her Omega's playful laughter and shucks off her dress and tie before chasing after her. 

When Galinda catches up to her in their bedroom, Elphaba is walking backwards towards their bed and reaching to undo her brassiere. Galinda pauses for a moment just to take her in—her wife, in all her beautiful, green glory, dark braids cascading over her shoulders and freckles dotting her face and chest like constellations. The muscles of her arms, her toned stomach, the softness of her thighs and firmness of her calves…. Every inch of her is truly perfect. 

And Galinda gets to have a baby with her. Lurline above, how did she manage this? 

"Stop," she calls out, making Elphie freeze in her attempt to further undress. "Let me," she continues softly. 

She steps forward, heart thumping in her chest, and draws Elphie to her by the hips. It presses her against the hardened bulge in her underwear, makes the skin of their stomachs and tops of their thighs meet. Elphaba drapes her arms across Galinda's shoulders again, this time sliding her hands into her hair to gently scratch at the nape of her neck. Elphie's chest heaves with each panting breath laden with anticipation. 

Galinda doesn't quite kiss her, yet—she studies Elphie's gaze, then looks to her lips as she leans in. Their noses touch, and she nuzzles Elphie's with her own. Their breaths intermingle. Mouths graze against each other, just barely, just enough to make them both shiver. And then, Galinda slowly slides her palms up Elphie's body, following a path from her hips and up her sides to squeeze at her ribs. They land on Elphie's back, the muscles twitching under her touch. 

It's then that she brings one of her hands up to unhook her wife's brassiere. Elphie gasps, the sharp intake of breath cool against Galinda's lips. Galinda slides her hands further up to the backs of Elphie's shoulders, hooking a finger around each bra strap and slowly, reverently drawing them down. Elphaba brings her arms away from Galinda's shoulders to let the fabric fall to the floor, and then Galinda pulls back just enough to let her gaze drop further. 

She kisses Elphie then, on the Mark on her neck, at the base of her throat, and then lower, mouthing at each freckle and then some. Elphaba's hands move back into Galinda's hair and pull her closer, and Galinda moves her own hands back to Elphie's waist, sliding along every inch of skin she can find. She slowly starts pushing Elphie backwards as she does this, until the backs of Elphie's legs hit the mattress. 

When Elphaba falls back to sit on the bed, Galinda catches herself on the mattress to keep from collapsing on top of her. She opens her eyes to see her wife climbing back until she rests against the pillows. Green eyes meet hers as Elphaba slowly parts her legs, thighs spreading until Galinda can see the considerable damp patch in the blue lace there. 

Galinda can practically feel her mouth watering. 

She climbs onto the bed after her wife and props herself up with her elbows on either side of Elphie's hips. She resumes her kisses, starting back at her chest and mouthing at each freckle she finds there before moving down to suck on a dusky green nipple. Elphaba gasps, arches up into her, and brings her hands to slide into Galinda's hair and hold her close. When Galinda runs her tongue over the hardened bud, the whine Elphie releases makes her cock twitch against the mattress. 

"C-careful," Elphie chokes out. "Just—sensitive."

Galinda slows, sucks more gently before she moves over to Elphie's other breast to repeat the same treatment. She brings a hand up to find the now-abandoned nipple and run her thumb over it. The way Elphie gasps above her is glorious. She can feel her Omega's hips twitching up to grind briefly against her stomach and relishes in the feeling of warm wetness on her skin.

The urge to taste it is nearly overwhelming, so she starts moving her kisses down Elphaba's stomach. She sucks and nips little, barely-there marks into her skin as she goes. By the time she reaches the waistband of Elphie's underwear, she's already working to tug it down and off of her body. 

The air makes Elphaba shiver. Galinda kisses beneath her belly button, each hipbone, her thighs—and might get a bit carried away with one, sinking her teeth harshly into the soft skin on the inner side. With the way Elphaba moans, however, Galinda's sure she isn't complaining. 

She simply can't ever get enough of her Omega. Who could blame her? Her scent is intoxicating, especially right here by the source. Galinda finally gives in and leans forward to press her mouth into the wetness there, breathing Elphaba in. 

Elphie's hands clench, tugging at Galinda's hair wonderfully. "Glinda," she whines in encouragement. 

Galinda opens her eyes to stare up at Elphie as she slides her tongue through wet folds. The way Elphie's back arches is a beautiful sight, but then she is staring right back at Galinda—even more hypnotizing. Her green eyes are blown nearly black with lust, eyelids fluttering as Galinda glides her tongue over her entrance. 

She moves up to wrap her lips around Elphaba's clit, which earns her scratches against her scalp and a buck of green hips. Galinda shifts to drape one forearm across Elphie's stomach so she can pin her down while she sucks at and flicks her tongue over the sensitive bud. 

It's a call-and-response. When Elphie tugs at her hair, Galinda moans into her and makes her hips jerk again. When Elphie whines and whimpers, Galinda grinds against the mattress for some semblance of relief. They move as one, a symphony of sounds setting Galinda's nerves on fire. 

She dips down again to prod at Elphie's entrance and feels it clench around the tip of her tongue. That prompts her to bring her other hand up to replace it, to resume the sucking of Elphaba's clit and push two fingers inside her. 

The sound it makes as her fingers are enveloped in that warm wetness is obscene. Her cock twitches where it's pressed against the mattress, and she wonders if tonight will be one of the rare occasions when she comes untouched. 

She presses deep inside her Omega and draws back out with a curl of her fingers. "Fuck, baby," Elphaba moans in response, and it's that pet name that lets her know Elphie is getting desperate. She slides a third finger in on the next thrust, and Elphie tosses her head back. 

"Glinda, yes—f-fuck, I need—m-more…" Elphie's whining now, and it makes Galinda nearly dizzy with want. "Need to feel you, baby, please."

Galinda pauses at that for a clock tick, then pulls out of her and leans back so she can realign their bodies—but Elphaba whimpers and stops her. 

"No, no, please, I want your mouth," she says as she looks down at Galinda. Galinda has to blink to focus; the flush running across Elphie's face and neck and chest is rather distractifying. "I just… I need…" 

Elphie bites her lips for a second before her eyes dart over to the bedside table. She scrambles to sit up, but refuses to let Galinda move from between her legs, and just barely manages to reach the top drawer. Galinda realizes all-too-slowly what she is searching for, and so her breath catches when Elphie pulls out her target:

The thick, shiny, pink glass dildo.

Well. Galinda did say that Elphie can get whatever she wants, forever. Who is she to deny her Omega?

She takes the dildo—it's cold, a result of sitting in a drawer in the middle of winter. She swallows heavily and looks up to meet Elphie's gaze again. Elphaba, panting, licks her lips and watches closely as Galinda brings the dildo between her legs. 

When the tip of the glass first touches Elphie, it's to slide over her clit on its way down to her entrance. Elphaba hisses at the contact, squirming at the coldness against her wet heat. 

It's then that Galinda thinks to ask, "Should I get the lu—"

"I don't need it," Elphie chokes out. She grinds against the toy, trying to take it inside—to fuck herself on it. Galinda feels her mouth drop open at the sight. 

Elphie has a point; she's absolutely soaked, slick smeared across her inner thighs. 

"Fuck, Glin," Elphaba whines, drawing Galinda's attention once more. "Please, I want you inside. Want your mouth."

Another jerk of her hips, and Galinda finally obliges, pushing the first couple inches of the thick dildo into her Omega's waiting pussy. Her own hips thrust against the mattress at the sight of ruddy-brown lips stretching around the pink glass. 

Vaguely, she registers that she's not fully complying with Elphie's wishes, as she hasn't returned her mouth to her Omega's clit—but she's so thoroughly hypnotized as she watches the dildo push further inside her. She thrusts halfway in, then pulls it back to see the shine of Elphie's slick covering it. When she pushes back in, it's nearly to the hilt, and Elphie cries out a moan. 

"Yes!" Her eyes squeeze shut as she tosses her head back. Her hands are clutching at the sheets. 

Galinda repeats the action a couple more times, each time pressing deeper, until Elphie truly takes the full length of it. Galinda lets out a slow breath at the sight of her Omega being filled, at the sound of her wetness. 

"Baby," Elphie whines, wiggling her hips desperately as Galinda stills. The dildo shifts as Elphie clenches around it, and it's nearly Galinda's undoing.

So, she finally gives in and wraps her lips around Elphaba's clit, sucking hard. 

"Fuck!" Elphie sobs, one of her hands moving back into Galinda's hair. She grinds against her mouth, and Galinda matches her frantic rhythm with both her tongue and the dildo. "Glinda, baby, so—so good, fuck—"

Galinda moans against her and fights the urge to reach down with her other hand to touch herself. She's painfully hard, seriously thinks she'll come by rutting against the mattress at this rate. But she doesn't consider herself a priority in this moment—her Elphie is carrying their child, and so she deserves to be celebrated. 

Elphie moans louder when Galinda thrusts a bit harder, so she gets a bit rough with it, keeping a fast pace and shoving the dildo into her as deeply as she can. She lets her teeth graze Elphie's clit and feels her thighs trembling around her head. Moving her arm off of Elphaba's hips, she slips it under one of her thighs to bring it over her shoulder, then puts her palm flat against Elphie's lower stomach.

On the next thrust, Galinda moans again when she realizes—she can feel the dildo move inside Elphie beneath her palm. Her fingers twitch as she presses down. Elphaba must notice, because she takes her hand from where it's grabbing at the bedsheets and places it atop Galinda's, pushing harder. 

"Do you," Elphie says around gasps and moans, lifting her head to hazily meet her eyes, "feel that, Glin? Do you feel yourself inside m—fuck!" Galinda thrusts particularly deep, and Elphie cuts herself off with a moan. "That's it, baby, yes. I'm so—so fucking full, so full of you…"

Galinda whimpers and moves her tongue faster over Elphie's clit. They're both close, she can tell, but she tries her damndest to hold her own orgasm back. With Elphaba's leg thrown over her shoulder, her heel starts to dig into her back to pull her close. Her hips are moving erratically now. Galinda does her best to keep up and figures she must be doing decently, if the continuously rising pitch of Elphie's voice is anything to go by. 

"Glin—Glinda, baby, fuck," Elphie whines, opening her eyes again. Galinda looks at her from between her legs as she laves at her clit with her tongue. "I'm so—Glin, I'm gonna—I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, I—"

Galinda presses her tongue firmly against Elphaba's clit, seals her lips around it, and sucks. 

And Elphie arches off the bed, eyes squeezing shut and eyebrows pinching upwards as she comes. Her clit jumps beneath Galinda's tongue. She pulls Galinda's face impossibly closer by her hair and grinds against her mouth and the dildo. 

Galinda can barely breathe, but there's no way she's stopping her Omega from taking what she wants. 

And take, she does; Elphaba moves so that both hands are on Galinda's head, holding her still so she can hump against the flat of her tongue. Her other leg drapes over Galinda's shoulder, as well, to hold her ever-more still. "B-baby, don't,"—she gasps, hips twitching—"don't stop, don't stop, don't—ah!" 

Elphaba thrusts up hard against her mouth, and then Galinda feels a gushing wetness rush over her chin and hand. She moans into Elphaba and forces herself to still her own hips to keep herself from spilling. 

Wave after wave of arousal pours forth from her Omega as she rides out her second orgasm. Most of it drips to the bed, but Galinda drinks up what she can, relishing in the evidence of her Elphie's pleasure. Soon, Elphie's thrusts fade to twitches, and then her thighs are relaxing around Galinda's head, falling from her shoulders. 

Galinda slides the dildo out and finally pulls away, panting to catch her breath. Before she can wipe her mouth and chin, Elphaba tugs her up by the hair into a kiss. Her tongue immediately presses to Galinda's, searching—claiming. Galinda moans into the kiss and feels her cock twitch against Elphie's stomach. 

When Elphie pulls back, a line of spit and slick stretches and snaps between their mouths. She's panting, now, as well. "Did you come?" she asks Galinda. 

And Galinda can only shake her head, sure that her voice would crack embarrassingly if she were to try and speak. 

In response, Elphaba reaches down to wrap her hand firmly around her cock. Galinda chokes out a gasp, eyes going wide. "E-Elphie, I'm—"

"Are you close, my sweet?" Galinda nods frantically, and Elphie smirks up at her. "Good. Come inside me." She shifts, guiding Galinda's cock until the tip presses at her entrance. "I want to feel you." 

Galinda's hips jerk involuntarily, and then she is surrounded by Elphie's silky warmth. "O-oh, Oz," she groans at the sensation. She's terribly sensitive. "Elphie, I don't—I don't think I'll last very long." That's certainly been her motto for the night, hasn't it?

But Elphie merely bucks her hips up, taking her in deeper with a gasp. "Me either, baby," she says lowly, a near-whisper. She grinds up again, and this time Galinda thrusts forward. Elphie smirks up at her, thoroughly pleased, and oh—Galinda really isn't going to last very long. Especially not when Elphie cups the back of her neck and leans up to whisper against her lips, "Fuck your Omega, Glinda."

"Fuck," Galinda groans, jerking forward. Their hips slap together with the movement, and Elphie lets out a little moan in response. Galinda pulls out until just the tip of her cock remains inside, then thrusts forward again, setting a slower pace than before but making sure Elphie feels every inch of her each time. 

"Th-that's it," Elphie whispers, wrapping her arms around Galinda's shoulders and back. "Oz, baby, you feel so good inside me. So good to me. I love you." 

She pulses around Galinda's cock and kisses her, and that is all it takes. Galinda ruts forward, hips twitching as her release spills into her Omega. "E-Elphie!" she cries out, mumbling against her lips.

And then Elphaba is coming again, wet walls spasming around her and nails scratching at Galinda's back as she shatters. "Glinda, yes!" 

Galinda watches her through heavy-lidded eyes as they both fall apart, simply in awe of the fact that she is the one who gets to see this, to cause this. She leans down to kiss Elphie again, and their lips move slowly as they breathe each other in. 

When the aftershocks pass, Galinda pulls away, but Elphaba doesn't let her get far; she pulls her down until she can press her face into Elphie's neck, right up against her Mark. She smiles into green skin as she presses a gentle kiss to the scar. 

Then, Elphie takes her hand and guides it until her palm presses against the flat of her stomach. Galinda's breath hitches. She strokes her thumb reverently over the skin there and kisses Elphie's Mark again. 

Oz, they are really having a baby. The notion makes her heart jump in her chest. If she weren't so worn out, she'd probably attack Elphie with kisses again.

"I love you," she mumbles into her neck instead, eyes growing heavy. "Happy Lurlinemas, Elphie."

Elphaba hums happily. Galinda can feel her small smile when she presses a kiss to her forehead. "Happy Lurlinemas, my sweet," she responds softly. "I love you. So much." 

Elphaba cannot find sleep, exhaustified though she is. The familiar sound of soft snores fills the air. She does not want for warmth, as Galinda is draped across her, hair falling in gentle curls across her chest. Moonlight shines through the window and casts her sleeping Alpha in an ethereal blue glow. 

With her wife's enthusiasm all evening, she'd managed to forget, but now that she is alone with her thoughts, Elphaba remembers the feeling she'd had that morning when that first potion turned green. She'd been excited, of course, felt like her heart took a little leap within her chest, it's just….

At the same time, her stomach had churned, a sinking feeling aching within her diaphragm. She'd frantically poured the second potion, then the third, squeezing drops of blood into each and feeling tears well up within her eyes as she waited. It wasn't until the third potion turned green that she was able to name that feeling:

Dread. 

What a confusifying combination of emotions. 

Even now, as she lies with Galinda after all of their celebrating, she can tell she is happy. She has dreamed of having children with Galinda since they'd first gotten together, after all, even before. And yet now that it is reality, now that it is a confirmed thing that is happening, Elphaba has to admit to herself—she is afraid. 

She has one hand at the back of Galinda's head, tangled within her hair. The other, she slides down to rest atop her own stomach, where the tips of her fingers end up sandwiched between the two of them. The idea that there is a life growing inside of her now, a life which she and her most wonderful Alpha have created together, is a mind-blowing notion. 

She imagines it, now, as she so often has in the past—the sound of little feet scurrying down the hallway, bubbling giggles and Galinda's shrieking laughter following behind. She pictures big, brown doll eyes and messy golden curls and—and…

Darling, I would love it if they came out green, rings Galinda's voice in her head. And that sinking feeling forms a pit in her stomach and—yes. That's it. When she strips away her wife's excitement and encouragement and love and is left only with her thoughts and childhood memories… she is terrified that their child will end up green. 

She sniffles before she even realizes she is crying. Oz, is this how easy it will be to bring her to tears, now? 

Unfortunately, the sniffle—and perhaps in combination with the raising of her hands to wipe her eyes—causes Galinda to stir. She nuzzles into Elphaba's chest and squeezes her arm more tightly around her waist. Elphaba feels a lazy kiss pressed to her skin before she hears a mumbled, "Elphie?" 

"Sleep, my sweet," she says, softly so as to hopefully hide any embarrassing wobbles in her voice. 

No such luck though, apparently, as Galinda slowly shifts to prop herself up on an elbow and blink blearily down at her. "Darling? What's wrong?" She brings her other hand up to rub the sleep from her eyes, then lets it drop to press flat against Elphaba's chest, thumb stroking along her collarbone. 

"It's nothing, my love," Elphaba tries to reassure with a small smile. She places her hand atop Galinda's gratefully. "Really."

"If it's 'nothing,' then why won't you simply tell me?"

"Because I know what you're going to say," she says without meaning to. Perhaps the late hour is making her too open. 

Galinda arches a brow. "Did you develop mind-reading powers without my knowledge, Elphie?" 

Elphaba, not unkindly, rolls her eyes. "I know what you're going to say because you've said as much, before." She sits up, dislodging their hands from her chest so that they fall to her lap. Galinda follows quickly to sit up next to her and refuses to let go of her hand. 

"Elphie, darling, please just talk to me," she says with a kiss to her shoulder. 

Elphaba huffs, blowing out a harsh breath through pursed lips. Another gentle kiss and a nuzzle from Galinda coaxes her to speak. "I'm just… scared."

"Well," Galinda says, sitting up to look at her, though she can only look at the side of Elphaba's face, "I think it's perfectly normal to be scared. It's a scary thing, bringing a baby into the world—"

"I'm scared they'll be green." 

Galinda's breath hitches, and then she is palming Elphaba's cheek to get her to turn. "Oh, my darlingest—"

"It's not…" she cuts Galinda off again, though she doesn't even know what she wants to say. She closes her eyes, unable to face the look of disappointment she knows Galinda must be wearing. But she still allows herself to hold Galinda's hand against her, to lean into her touch. "It's not that I'll love them any less, you know; I'll love them exactly as they are, whoever they turn out to be." 

Flashes run through her mind of her father's angry face, the sound of his yelling—she tries to shove it all down, she does. Because she refuses to be the type of parent he was—if one could even call that "parenting" to begin with.

"But… it's Oz, Glinda. If they're green, people will be cruel. Things might be better than they used to be, but you know the looks I still get when I travel somewhere new. What if…?"

"Elphie," Galinda breathes, nudging her until she opens her eyes. The look Galinda gives her is nowhere near disappointment, actually, nor pity. Instead, her eyes are filled with a love and understanding that makes Elphaba feel almost… cherished. 

You'd think that, after years together like this, she would be used to the idea. 

"Darling," Galinda continues, "isn't that the scary thing for everyone?" 

Elphaba feels her eyebrows furrow. "No one else is green."

"No, but children are still wont to be cruel. Adults, as well, both humans and Animals, are they not?" Galinda adjusts until she is kneeling so that she can wrap her other hand around Elphaba's waist. "Children are just as likely to bully someone for having… crooked teeth, or glasses, or simply because they choose to. Your verdigris was just an easy excuse for them." 

Elphaba sits with that, for a moment. She had always dreamed, when she was younger, of what life would be like if she had not been born green, as if that would fix everything. She'd never witnessed another child being tormented and ostracized as she'd been, but, as Galinda said, her skin made her the easy target. The obvious one to Other. If she hadn't been green, if there had never been a Green Girl to focus on, would people have still found some other reason to hate her, instead? Some, maybe.

Elphaba presses her nose into Galinda's wrist. "I suppose I don't particularly like everyone I come across, even though they're of… 'acceptable' colors." 

Galinda nods. "But you're too kind-hearted to bully anyone, and there will be plenty of others with the same mindset to balance out the bad eggs. Frankly, if I had it my way, I'd be staying with this child 26/7 until they move out to start their own family, green or not." Elphaba snorts, which Galinda takes as encouragement. "I'm serious, Elphie—I'm supposed to just be fine with letting them go to such a horrendible place as primary school without one of us there to protect them? How do other parents bear it, honestly." 

Elphaba giggles, now, her heart a bit lighter. "I love you."

Galinda softens. Her smile makes Elphaba's heart lift just that much more. "I love you, too, Elphie. And I love this person we've made together, even though we haven't yet met. Whatever they face, for whatever reason, our love will help them through it."

Oz, Elphaba could just kiss her. So, she does. "I love you so much," she murmurs against Galinda's lips before kissing them once more. She slides her hand from where it's covering Galinda's own until she has it pressed flat against the Alpha's chest, then pushes gently until Galinda leans back onto the bed. "You're going to be," she continues between kisses, "the most amazing parent in all of Oz."

Galinda smiles against her mouth as Elphaba climbs up to straddle her hips. Elphaba moves her kisses to Galinda's neck and doesn't stop her roaming hands. 

"Well," Galinda says breathlessly, "that can't possibly be true, because I know you'll be—oh!" Elphaba can't refrain from sucking harshly at that glorious Mark on her neck. She always relishes in the noises it draws out of her Alpha, not to mention the way it makes Galinda's nails dig deliciously into her skin. "E-Elphie!"

“I love you,” Elphaba repeats, murmuring into the kiss. If she could find a way to infuse her love into Galinda’s skin so that she could truly feel it, she would. Her hands slide over Galinda’s breasts, palming and squeezing each one as she moves her lips all along her throat. “My perfect Alpha.” 

And she can’t resist. Shifting her hips until she can feel Galinda's twitching, hardening cock beneath her, heat pulses in her core. She is already wet, so grinding down causes her wetness to smear along the Alpha's shaft. It doesn't take long for Galinda to be at full length once more.

Elphaba pulls back from Galinda's neck to hover above her, looking her in the eyes as she reaches down to grab hold. Galinda grips tightly at her hips and stares up at her in awe. After a couple of teasing swipes of the tip against her entrance, Elphaba sinks down to take the whole of her inside. 

They both gasp into each other's mouths. The stretch is wonderful. Galinda leans up to try and kiss her, but Elphaba backs away teasingly to keep their lips just a hairsbreadth apart as she rocks her hips. Really, she is still quite sensitive from earlier, but she doesn't mind going multiple times if that's what it takes to get Galinda off, as well.

"Baby," she breathes out, moaning as Galinda hits that perfect spot inside of her. "Fuck, baby, you're so—so deep inside me, Glin." 

"Oh, Oz, Elphie," Galinda whines. She squeezes Elphaba's hips and bucks her own upwards, making them both cry out. 

It looks like her Alpha is still quite sensitive, as well.

"Want you to come," Elphaba whispers, finally leaning down to kiss Galinda solidly. She breaks away with a gasp, panting as they share each breath. "Want you to come inside me, my sweet."

"El—Elphie, I—"

Elphaba leans down to kiss wetly along Galinda's jaw until she reaches her ear. "Fill me up, Alpha," she says, rocking her hips down and clenching around her. "Want to feel you ins—oh, fuck!" She's coming before she can stop it, her hips jerking as she loses her rhythm. Her clit twitches as she grinds herself down onto her Alpha. She braces herself with one hand beside Galinda's head, the other going to Galinda's chest. "Baby—yes, I—"

"F-fuck," Galinda groans, thrusting up again. "I'm—Elphie, I'm gonna…."

"Please," Elphaba gasps. She starts to babble in her haze. "Please come for me, please, I want it—I love you, please, please, please…"

"Elphie!" Galinda cries out as her cock twitches, spilling inside Elphaba. The sound of her moans in Elphaba's ear, the warmth of her cum inside her, the way Galinda digs her heels into the mattress so that she can thrust even more deeply into her—Elphaba comes again, mouth open in a silent shout as her back arches.

She continues to ride Galinda until they are both spent once more, twitching against each other. She collapses atop her Alpha, buries her face into her neck and breathes her in. It is true bliss, being both filled and surrounded by the love of her life.

When her body is more calm and the aftershocks have mostly ceased, she lifts her hips so that Galinda slips out of her and stretches out fully against her. "I love you," she whispers again, this time into the pulse by Galinda's throat as her eyes grow tired. 

She shivers, so Galinda draws the blanket up and over them both, then settles with her arms wrapped firmly around Elphaba. "I love you, too, my Elphie."

Elphaba finally falls asleep, mind filled with thoughts of love and the bright future ahead of them.

It starts out of desperation.

Elphaba has just barely been able to manage her cycle since becoming Oz's Wicked Witch. She'd stretch out whatever little supply of suppressants she did have, and when her heat would finally catch up to her, she'd get lucky—she'd come across a pharmacy she could break into, a doctor she could persuade (after disguising herself a considerate amount). There'd been one time when she'd found another actual Omega and—guiltily, knowing first-hand how difficult they could be to come across—swiped some, leaving a few coins in their place. As long as she caught it early enough, her heat would end before it had truly begun, and she'd repeat the process for months at a time.

Apparently, her luck only lasted about three years.

It's been days now, since her heat started, and there's been no trace of Omega suppressants anywhere. Her body seems to be seeking revenge for its poor treatment, as the symptoms struck her quickly and harshly. She’d barely had any warning before the cramps started.

When she first attempts to take care of it herself, like she had in her Shiz dorm room what feels like a lifetime ago, she tries her damnedest not to think of blonde hair, brown eyes, that scent of vanilla and caramel—because she can't have it, because she can't have her without putting both of them in danger, without risking the new life she knows her Alpha has built in the Emerald Palace.

(And she is still her Alpha, will always be her Alpha, no matter the time or distance between them. That is a truth that will be as forever ingrained in the fabric of Elphaba’s heart as it is in the scar that lies in the dip between her neck and shoulder. It’s a painful truth, but it’s all she has left to hold onto.)

And so she can't help it, and the thoughts come unbidden, and the mating Mark on her neck burns as she comes desperately around her own fingers.

Of course, it doesn't work, part of her knows it will never work, but still she tries—again and again. Four fingers are nothing compared to the feeling of her Alpha's knot, nails digging into her Mark do not equate to her Alpha's mouth on her skin.

She comes, and comes, until she reaches the point where nothing can bring her over that edge anymore.

(She misses her so much. Memories echo in her ears—a sweet, high voice turned desperate.

I could make you stay, her Alpha had said.

But you won’t, she’d replied.

And it’s not just because of her heat, it’s not, because Elphaba has wished every Oz-damned day since she left that her Alpha had dared—for once—to order her around.)

And Oz, the pain.

At first, the pain comes and goes in waves, sometimes briefly—but mildly, never completely—sated by an orgasm. But the fifth day turns the cramps to an all-encompassing ache, one that brings tears to her eyes.

Elphaba hasn't cried in years, she hasn't allowed herself. So, once the first drop falls, a torrent of emotions comes with it that has her sobbing as loudly as she dares, curled up on the floor of the abandoned building she's holed up in.

She occasionally, briefly, thinks of another option: she knows there are brothels she could find. She knows, logically, that all she would need to end this torture is one night spent beneath someone else; she wouldn’t even need an Alpha, necessarily, just someone with the right tools and knowledge to trick her body into feeling sated. But the thought of anyone except her Alpha on top of her, inside her, filling her whether it be with a knot or a hand or some other device—well, combined with the cramps, it's enough to make her retch. Her Mark pulses sharply at the unwanted image in her brain, her body shivers with revulsion, and she knows that is not a true option.

Elphaba has to find her.

(She’s hated herself ever since she left, but the shame she feels at the fact that it’s this that makes her return, it’s this, of all things, that breaks her resolve to stay away—well, she’s never loathed herself more.)

She can barely stay on the broom, head foggy with the haze of pain, but she flies for over an hour. It's impossible to ignore the pressure between her legs, and the wind stinging her eyes makes it difficult to see into the many windows of the Palace.

She finally catches the sight of blonde curls and nearly falls from the sky at the pulse of wanting that wracks through her body.

She crashes onto the balcony—and it's truly crashing, not graceful in the slightest as she tumbles and lands on her side. The pain emanating from her lower stomach distracts her from the pain of the fall. She swears that, even from outside the closed glass doors, she can smell that vanilla-caramel scent, and it has her absolutely throbbing between her legs. She is barely able to make it to her knees, arms wrapped around herself in pain.

Her vision is hazy, and she can't see any movement in her peripheral vision. She's doubled over, biting her lip to keep from groaning, and hopes to Whoever is listening that she's truly found the right room, that nobody but her Alpha has heard her clumsy arrival.

Then, after what feels like hours but has probably been merely a few clock-ticks, the light shifts in front of her—the balcony doors open.

She peers upwards through her tears, sees a figure cast in shadow standing in the doorway. That scent is definitely real now, vanilla and caramel wafting over her. She swallows down a sob and just barely manages to croak out:

"Glinda?"

***

Glinda hates the life she’s built in the Emerald Palace.

And she does go by Glinda, now, to everyone in Oz. It hadn’t been her idea; Morrible had said that Glinda the Good rolled off the tongue more pleasingly, and at the time, she hadn’t been strong enough to argue. She’d thought, back then, that maybe it would be nice, to have this small piece of Elphie wherever she went, this constant reminder of the Omega she’d lost to the skies.

(She’d been so, so wrong. It ached—still aches—every time, just like her Mark did and continues to do every time it’s plastered and hidden with makeup, hidden because the citizens of Oz will love her more if she still “appears available.” Galinda Upland is damaged, heartbroken,abandonedgoods, and that won’t appeal to the masses, so Glinda the Good is the virginal, chaste Alpha dutifully waiting for the perfect prince or princess to come along.

Perpetuating the lie, acting along—she does it so well—and hearing her Omega’s name for her in every voice but the right one? It makes her sick.)

It’s been long enough now—has been for nearly two years, apparently—that Morrible has been pushing the topic of her finding a Mate.

“Bites can be remade,” she says. “Really, you can claim as many others as you’d like, no one would blame you for keeping your options open. It’s a shame you let that one bite you back.”

“The people would adore an Emerald City heir,” she says. “If it’s women you prefer, I’m sure there’s no shortage willing to mate with you.”

“Or what of that Winkie Prince?” she says. “Ozians love him; you’d be the most adored couple in history. I know he’s an Alpha, but there would surely be so many volunteers for surrogacy.”

Morrible says, and says, and says, and it all makes Glinda utterly nauseous with fury. She denies and distracts and excuses it all away, but she knows that there will come a time when Morrible will no longer give her a choice.

She already tried to take that choice away, once. Glinda can’t prove it, but it’s the only thing that makes sense—she’d been taking her suppressants as always, and yet she’d gone into rut just when the Wizard had decided to throw a ball to which all of Oz’s finest maidens and bachelors had been invited. Morrible had denied replacing her suppressants with placebos, of course, but there was no other explanation Glinda could think of, as without her Omega around, nothing should have randomly triggered her rut.

She’d been encouraged to attend the ball, to find a partner with whom she could satisfy her needs, because Glinda the Good would have an untold number of willing participants if she’d only travel downstairs to the ballroom. And if she were to find a Mate in the process, well, that would just be icing on the proverbial cake.

She’d denied, of course. She’d stayed sheltered and locked in her room for nearly a week—a long, miserable week of painful orgasms and painful heartache and burning tears and wishing more than anything that she had just gotten on that damn broom.

(But she hadn’t, and so she was and continues to be alone. She fears she will be—no, she’s resolved to be—alone for the rest of her days. She tells herself that her dreams of blonde-haired, green-skinned children running around the Gillikin countryside are as good as dead, a life no longer possible.)

So, when something—someone—crashes onto her balcony after three years alone in the Emerald City, it seems much too good to be true.

The sound is alarming, at first, of course—you’d be alarmed, too, at a loud, sudden noise outside your balcony doors when it was nearly the thirteenth hour. When Glinda sees a hunched figure, however, one that is clearly a person, she knows immediately who it has to be, as only one person would be able to reach a balcony this high.

Well. The hat gives it away, too.

Glinda’s heart thumps heavily in her chest as she moves to open the balcony doors. She’s moving more slowly than she means to, as if time has stilled or the air has become thicker. Part of her wants to leap for joy at the idea that her Elphie has returned to her, and yet another part is terrified of what she’s going to find on the other side of the glass.

She opens the doors and nearly collapses as she is suddenly surrounded by the sharp smell of cedar and pine and crisp winter air—her Omega.

Her Omega in heat.

Elphaba has landed hard, as that horrendible broom has tumbled to the edge of the balcony. Glinda takes in the sight of her—hunched over on her knees, arms wrapped around her middle, that same hat and cloak Glinda had given her what feels like a lifetime ago that are now tattered and filthy from years on the run. Her face is thinner, and she seems smaller beneath all the black layers than she had when she’d left.

(I could make you stay, Glinda had said, desperation causing her to grasp for any option that would keep them together.

But you won’t, Elphie had said, and she’d been right. Glinda would never abuse her Status, use her Alpha tone of voice to order Elphie into doing something she didn’t want to do.

She also, apparently—stupidly—wouldn’t leave with her, either.)

It all feels unreal, impossible, and Glinda briefly thinks she’s fallen asleep without realizing, that this is just one of many, many dreams she’s had over the years where Elphie reappears.

But then, not-possibly-Elphie looks up at her, flushed and feverish, and calls out her name.

Glinda?

And oh, it is her Elphie, because no other voice could bring Glinda to her knees as this one has right now. That low voice she’s longed and ached to hear is filled with exhaustion, with torment, with need, and Glinda is next to her because there is nothing else she could possibly do, no other option exists in this moment.

“Elphie?” she breathes, as though she still cannot believe it. But she reaches out a hand and cups a green cheek and Elphaba Thropp is real, really here, kneeling on her balcony and exuding heady pheromones that already have Glinda stiffening between her legs. Elphaba clutches desperately at the hand now on her face and presses it close, inhaling deeply at her wrist. It sends a throb of want through Glinda’s body, shooting up her spine in a way she hasn’t felt in years.

She’s dragging Elphie to her before she can stop herself.

Their lips collide in a frantic mess, hands roaming and grasping wherever they can reach to pull each other impossibly closer. Elphaba is quickly crawling into her lap, straddling her hips and grinding down against her. Both of them gasp into the kiss, and their teeth clack together as their tongues find each other. Glinda feels hands pulling at her hair and wet heat pressing against her through her nightgown and groans, the sound feeling foreign as it leaves her throat as it has been so long—

A pang of terror shoots through her heart at the thought of them being caught like this, and she pulls back from the kiss as much as she dares—she fears her heart will burst if she moves too far away. “You shouldn’t be here,” Glinda breathes without thinking, but it’s true. Her Elphie is not just Her Elphie, she is the Wicked Witch of the West, and as much as she has dreamed of this happening, it is so incredibly dangerous.

She regrets saying the words when Elphaba looks as if she’s been slapped across the face. Green fingers twitch in her hair. “I—I know,” she stammers breathily. “I’m sorry, my sweet, I’m so sorry to put you in danger like this—”

“Me?” Glinda interrupts incredulous. Realizing her voice has raised too loudly, she lowers it to hiss, “Me, in danger? Elphie, they will kill you if they find you here.”

Elphie opens her mouth as if to say something, but Glinda moves into action before she can. She glances back into her chambers to make sure no one has entered since she came out here—it’s rather late for one of the servant girls to randomly show up, but she can’t take any chances right now, not when it’s her love at risk. She reluctantly pushes Elphie off her lap and stands, pulling her Omega up with her. Remembering at the last moment to grab the broom, she drags Elphaba into her chambers and closes the balcony doors.

She lets go of Elphie—again, very reluctantly—and stuffs the broom into her closet to keep it out of sight should anyone happen to enter. Regarding that, though, she turns to wave a hand at the door, making the lock turn with a click. Then, with both hands out, she mutters an incantation she’s known since their Shiz days and is satisfied when the acoustics of her chambers are ever-so-slightly muted.

“Did you just…?” Elphie says from behind her.

“Silencing spell,” she says to answer the unfinished question. Glinda turns around to face her and just barely manages not to break down at seeing her once more, now fully bathed in light.

Elphaba sways a bit where she stands, eyes blown nearly black, arms wrapped around her stomach again. “O-oh.”

Glinda knows there must be questions swirling through Elphie’s head—Glinda was never able to do that spell on her own, back then. She supposes there must be things about Elphie that Glinda doesn’t know now, either. It aches in her chest, knowing that her Mate stands in front of her at long last and yet they are practically strangers to one another.

“Gone for years, and you come back because of your heat,” Glinda says, and it’s not a question. Elphaba winces, guilt marring her features, and it spurs forward something angry within Glinda. “Not because you missed me, not because you love me, but because you want me to fuck you.”

She nearly spits the words, heartache infusing every syllable. Elphaba shrinks further into herself at the sound, and Glinda wants to scream.

You left, she wants to yell. You left me here alone and now you can’t even admit the truth?

“My sweet, I’m here because I love you—I stay away because I love you,” Elphaba says pleadingly, like she’s begging for Glinda to believe her. When Glinda only scoffs, she continues, “You know as well as I that if Morrible or the Wizard knew you were even speaking to me—”

“I can handle myself,” Glinda snaps, though she knows what the Omega speaks is truth. She doesn’t realize that her voice slipped into Alpha territory until she hears Elphie whimper, sees her eyelids flutter as she leans forward subconsciously. Her stomach twists uneasily at the realization, and she tries her best to calm down.

“I—I couldn’t risk you. I tried to last without you,” Elphie confesses, blinking through the haze that must be clouding her mind. “I tried so damned hard to stay away, to keep you safe, but I couldn’t—I can’t—” her voice chokes on a sob as she grasps tighter at her stomach, knees wavering.

Glinda moves forward, instinctively reaching out to steady her, but she stops herself before making contact. Her erection throbs between her legs at the pheromones Elphaba is putting out. She is so, so angry—perhaps unrightfully so, but it’s there—and yet her chest still aches simultaneously with years-old heartbreak and the need to comfort her Omega.

Her Omega, who is right here in front of her, needy and wanting and in pain.

“Why are you here?” she tries again, making sure her voice is more neutral.

Elphaba meets her gaze, chest heaving as she tries to breathe through the cramps. “Because I need you,” she whines.

Glinda feels herself harden further at her Omega’s tone. “Need me for what?” she pushes, taking another step closer.

Elphaba’s breath hitches. “I need you to fuck me, Glinda.”

That sends a thrill tingling down her spine, but it’s still not enough. Another step closer, and now they are mere inches apart. “Why?” she insists.

Elphaba whimpers, eyes briefly darting down to Glinda’s lips.

“Because you’re my Alpha.”

Glinda breaks, leans forward and kisses her, pushing that old hat off her head so she can tangle her fingers in messy black braids and devour her. One hand goes to Elphie’s waist and pulls her close until their hips press together, and she can feel as well as hear the moan her Omega lets out when she realizes how hard Glinda is for her.

“Oz, please,” Elphaba whines against her lips as she clutches at the backs of Glinda’s shoulders.

Glinda hisses as nails dig into her skin. She bites at Elphie’s lower lip in retaliation before spinning her around until she’s falling back onto the bed. Her sheets are as grand and pink as they had been back at Shiz, and the familiar sight of black and green atop them makes her heart want to burst. She only allows herself a short moment to stare at Elphaba as she lies there, flushed and panting and wanting, lest she burst into tears and ruin the moment. Then, she is above her again, kissing every inch of skin she can reach and searching for the buttons of her dress so that she may reach more.

Elphie helps her as she gasps into Glinda’s ear, and her sweet breath against her skin sends a shiver through Glinda’s body.

“Tell me again,” Glinda says lowly.

Elphie whimpers as Glinda moves her kisses down her neck. “My Alpha,” she moans. “My wonderful Alpha, I need you inside me.”

Glinda can’t hold back a growl and sucks harshly at a spot beneath Elphie’s jaw, barely deigning to soothe the abused skin with her tongue before moving down to repeat the process elsewhere. The buttons are finally undone, and Elphie quickly shucks it off her shoulders along with her cloak. Glinda’s hands move to roam over the newly-revealed skin, groping a breast in one palm and grasping at her rib cage with the other.

Her kisses make it down to a familiar scar—the Mark that matches her own. She mouths at the spot as her hands roam further, pushing Elphie’s dress down past her hips until her Omega is able to kick it away. She doesn’t bite into it again, not yet, just kisses and licks and sucks at the spot so she can enjoy the way Elphie writhes beneath her at the sensation.

“You’re mine,” Glinda growls, sliding her lips over to Elphie’s throat. She can feel her swallow harshly as she fights back another moan. Displeased, Glinda moves up until she can look into those forest-green eyes again. “Let me hear you,” she says, just a bit softer.

Elphie nods, and when Glinda’s hand palms her soaked underwear, she tosses her head back with an unabashed whine. “I’m yours!” she says unprompted, sending a pulse straight to Glinda’s cock that has her hurriedly dragging the ruined underwear down green thighs.

She has to stand briefly to take off her own undergarments, dragging her nightgown over her head. Elphie looks up at her as she does so, and Glinda sees her eyes focus on the space between her legs, where her erection is painfully straining against her underwear. Something softens in Elphie’s expression, and Glinda hurries to take them off before she can see—but it’s too late.

“Oh, my love,” Elphie breathes, reaching out even though she’s too far away. “My sweet, are they hiding you?”

Glinda tries to hold back a wince and isn’t quite sure if she succeeds, but she manages to squeeze out of the compression underwear and climb back on top of her Omega. “Please,” she says before kissing Elphie deeply, hoping she’ll drop the topic. “Please, not right now.”

Elphie hesitates, but nods in the end, drawing her into another kiss and lifting a leg to wrap around Glinda’s hip. “Okay,” she whispers. “Take me, my sweet.” Glinda’s breath hitches, her hips bucking so that she slides against her Omega’s wetness.

“Fill me,” Elphie continues between kisses. “I’ve missed you so much. Please let me feel you. Make love to me.”

How Glinda has seemingly become just as desperate as her Omega in heat is beyond her. She quickly reaches down, aligning herself with Elphie’s entrance and, with an open, messy kiss, pushes inside.

They groan loudly into each other’s mouths as Glinda fills her easily, as Elphie pulses around her to accommodate the stretch. Long nails are clawing at Glinda’s back again, and she tugs at Elphie’s lip with her teeth as she pulls back with a hiss.

“Fuck, baby,” Glinda moans, gripping tightly onto her Omega’s hips. She hooks an arm beneath the knee Elphie has raised and lifts it from her hip up over her shoulder, stretching her open beneath her. She pushes in further as a result, and Elphie gasps and digs her nails in.

“Glin,” she cries out, making Glinda’s heart soar at the pet name she hasn’t heard in years. Her hips buck upwards, and the Alpha starts moving within her.

“You take me so well,” Glinda praises, kissing down the side of Elphie’s face once more. As she thrusts in and out, she can feel wet walls clenching around her, trying to draw her in further. She groans and slides out almost completely before snapping her hips forward, driving deep into her Omega and drawing a cry of pleasure out from that beautiful green throat.

Glinda is overcome with a possessiveness the old her would never have allowed herself to display. Thrusting into her steadily now, driving her cock deep inside her, she leans up to Elphie’s ear. “You’re here because I’m the only one that can do this for you,” she pants. She feels Elphie nod as her hips buck upwards and takes it as a sign to continue. “I’m the only one who can fuck you like this.”

“Shit, I—” Elphie cuts herself off with a gasp, and when she doesn’t continue speaking, Glinda does instead.

“I’m the only one who can make you feel this good, right darling?”

Elphie nods frantically. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chants into Glinda’s ear, spurring her on. “P-please, I’m—ah!”

Glinda’s thrusts don’t slow, but they are getting shallower—her knot is forming, triggered by her Omega’s heat. She tilts her hips to hit that one spot inside Elphie that she knows will drive her closer to the edge, grasping tightly at the thigh slung over her shoulder. Leaning back so that she can see her face, she growls, “Please what, Elphie?”

Elphaba stares at her through half-closed eyes as she struggles to keep them open. They flutter with each thrust, her lips parted tantalizingly as she pants with pleasure and need. “Please, I need—I need you to knot me,” she begs, hand sliding up into Glinda’s hair. “I need you to make me come—I need to feel you come inside me, please, my Alpha—”

Glinda feels her hips stutter and reaches down with her other hand to rub at Elphaba’s slick-covered clit. Elphie moans as Glinda circles the sensitive nub, tightening around Glinda as the tension grows within them both.

“You’re going to take my knot, darling,” Glinda says, Alpha tenor ringing through her voice. She leans down to nuzzle against Elphie’s neck, lips brushing the Mark there. “You’re gonna take it all, and I’m gonna claim you all over again.”

“Y-yes, please!” Elphie moans, head tilting to the side to allow her Alpha closer. “I’m yours, I’m yours, please—Glinda!”

Glinda bites down, teeth perfectly matching the Mark that’s already there, and feels her knot slip inside her Omega. Elphie cries out as she pulses around her, clenching with each brush of Glinda’s finger over her clit, and clutches the back of her head to bring her closer.

Then, Glinda feels a sharp sting at the side of her own neck, her own Mark now redone, and her hips twitch forward as she empties herself inside her Omega. Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through them both as Glinda fills her, her knot sealing every drop inside.

They stay like that for a long, long moment, eventually releasing their biting holds on each other in favor of languid, wet kisses along necks and shoulders. Glinda eventually finds Elphie’s mouth again and relishes the feeling of their tongues pushing together, relearning each other.

“I love you,” Elphie whispers against her lips, making Glinda’s heart leap in her chest. “I love you, I love you, I love you, my Alpha, my Glinda…” She continues to ramble between kisses until Glinda leans down to press her face into her neck and just breathe in that sharp, woodsy smell.

She can’t bring herself to say it back. Not just yet.

Another moment passes where they simply hold each other, stuck together at the hips by Glinda’s knot. She eventually lets Elphie’s leg lower itself from her shoulder, and then she doesn’t have time to react before green thighs are bracketing her hips and she is firmly, but carefully, tossed onto her back.

Glinda looks up in surprise at the Omega now straddling her, the Omega who is still filled with her knot and is now grinding down against her with a slow rock of her hips. Green hands reach out to scratch at her chest, and she can’t help but hiss at the combination of sensations. “E-Elphie…?” she says, embarrassingly close to a whimper.

“I’ve missed you, my love,” Elphaba says lowly, “and I want my fill.” She’s still rocking her hips back and forth. Glinda bucks upward before she can hold back, and Elphie gasps before leaning down to breathe over her lips. “Tell me you love me.”

“Oh, fuck,” Glinda says, definitely whimpering now. She does, she loves this woman so much it’s unbearable, but the words won’t come out, shuttered away by years of heartache and broken dreams.

Elphie’s tongue sticks out to slowly lick along Glinda’s upper lip, making her shiver. “I know you do,” she says, hands squeezing Glinda’s breasts as she rides her carefully. “You’re my Alpha,” another roll of her hips, “and I’m your Omega.” Another, and Glinda grabs onto those hips tightly. She leans up to try and kiss her, but Elphie pulls back to stay just out of reach. “I haven’t had anyone else, you know,” she continues. “You’re the only one who’s ever been inside me.”

Oz, Glinda’s so sensitive, still surrounded by her Omega’s wet heat, and Elphie’s voice, breathy and low, makes her head spin. She’s not sure at this point if she’ll come first or go mad instead.

“You’re the only one who’s ever fucked me,” Elphie says with a slight bounce, making them both groan as Glinda’s knot tugs at her entrance. “The only one to make me come apart.”

Glinda’s not sure if she’s holding onto Elphaba’s hips to keep her still or to make her move faster, but whatever she’s wanting to do, Elphie isn’t letting her have any control. She leans down and takes Glinda’s lower lip between her green ones, sucking harshly before releasing it with a pop.

“You’re the only one I’ll ever love,” she says, breath ghosting over Glinda’s swollen and spit-soaked lips.

“Fuck, Elphie!”

Elphie presses a hand to Glinda’s chest and grinds her hips down harder, keeping her still, taking her pleasure. Her other hand moves to rub at herself, and the moan she lets out is delectable. Glinda can feel her tightening around her cock with every pass of her finger over her clit. “Tell me you love me, and you can fill me again,” Elphie says through hitching breaths. “Tell me I’ll always be yours.”

Something breaks in Glinda’s chest, tension rising within her body so quickly that her vision blurs, and she’s crying out before she can even think. “I love you!” she moans desperately. “My Elphie, my perfect Omega, mine, I love—ah!”

“Glin!”

And then they are coming together once more. Glinda sees white as she tosses her head back, hips pressing up to push as deep into her Omega as she possibly can. She vaguely feels a rush of wetness spill onto her thighs as Elphie pulses tightly around her, drawing out every last bit of her seed. Then, those perfect lips are on hers again with a kiss so soft and full of love it makes her heart sing. “I love you,” she murmurs over and over again, the dam now broken, her head spinning every time Elphie says it back.

She can only take a moment more of Elphie moving her hips before she holds her tightly enough to make her still, true overstimulation now threatening to take over her body. Elphie takes the hint and settles down, laying her full weight against her and nuzzling into Glinda’s Mark. It’s grounding, and Glinda had forgotten how it feels to be so, so full of love.

“Oz, I missed you so much,” she confesses. She’s completely exhausted, too exhausted and satisfied to be angry anymore, at least for now. Her hands roam slowly across her Omega’s back, nails ghosting over her skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Elphie presses close and kisses her Mark. “I missed you, my sweet,” she whispers. “Unbearably so.”

“Please stay,” Glinda begs softly as she struggles to keep her eyes open. “Please stay with me.”

Elphie stills for just a moment, then kisses her Mark again. “I’m here, baby. I’m right here.”

She relaxes fully on top of her, and the rhythm of her breathing lulls Glinda into sleep.

***

Elphaba can’t stay.

She shouldn’t, at least; there is nowhere she could stay in the Palace where she wouldn’t eventually be found by someone who would surely immediately rat her out to Morrible or the Wizard. Oz knows what they would do to her, what they would do to Glinda for harboring her and going behind their backs. She can’t risk it. She can’t.

But lying there next to her Alpha, that familiar sweet scent filling the air and making her feel so whole and loved—it’s incredibly difficult to leave.

(I could make you stay, her Alpha had said.

But why couldn’t Glinda have gone with her, instead?)

The sun is coming up, shining through the balcony doors. Glinda’s knot disappeared hours ago, and so Elphaba has been lying here simply staring at her Alpha as she sleeps. She studies every mark she’s left upon pale skin, scratches from her nails and bruises from her love bites. She relishes in the soreness she feels, herself, can tell even without checking a mirror that her own neck is mottled with marks, as well.

She wonders how long these reminders will last.

Something shifts in the air, and Elphaba’s head perks up as the sound of morning birds suddenly enters the air—Glinda must have only done a temporary silencing spell, and now it’s worn off.

Elphaba stares longingly down at her Alpha and knows that this is when she has to leave.

She slips out of bed as smoothly as she can and starts redressing, retrieving her broom from Glinda’s closet. She lingers, wanting more than anything that she could stay, or that Glinda could come with her—but she knows if Oz’s beloved Glinda the Good were to go missing, the literal witch hunt for her would increase tenfold.

Elphaba steps closer to the bed, feet silent against the plush carpet. She merely wants to place a gentle kiss goodbye to her Alpha’s temple as she sleeps curled up on her side, but as she leans down, her nose twitches as a scent stronger than caramel and vanilla hits her—something sharp and peppery and oh-so-familiar.

Oh, no.

Her eyes widen as she looks downward, to where Glinda’s hips are covered by the blankets—and where the outline of a half-formed erection is visible.

Glinda’s in rut.

A rattling of a doorknob startles her, and she nearly has a heart attack at the thought of being caught like this, the Wicked Witch of the West standing over Glinda the Good’s naked form. But it seems Glinda’s locking spell was not temporary like the silencing spell, and the door doesn’t open.

“Your Goodness?” she hears faintly from the other side.

“Shit,” Elphaba hisses, starting to panic.

Glinda starts stirring a bit below her, face scrunching up and eyebrows furrowing together.

Elphaba reaches down to cup her cheek and shake her gently. “Glinda, wake up,” she whispers sharply. Brown eyes flutter open, seeking her out and then widening as they meet hers.

“Elphie?” she says dreamily, as if she’d thought the previous night had been a figment of her imagination.

Elphaba’s heart warms, but the panic is still there as the doorknob rattles again, a more frantic call of “Your Goodness?” coming from outside the bedroom.

The sound seems to register to Glinda, too, as she quickly sits up. Only then does she notice her state of arousal, glancing down to her covered erection and then looking back up to Elphaba with a blush heating her face. “E-Elphie?” she says again, and the fear and uncertainty in her voice makes Elphaba’s chest ache. “You’re—you’re leaving.” It’s not a question, and Elphaba’s heart shatters.

She quickly finds the Alpha’s nightgown and hands it to her. “Glinda, I have to,” she says apologetically. There are knocks banging against the door now, and more voices have joined the original. “I’m so sorry, my love, but I have to.” She cups a pale cheek in her hand again, feels tears pricking at her eyes as Glinda clutches desperately at her wrist. That peppery scent fills her entire being with want, and she leans down to kiss her deeply.

She tries to push all of her apologies, all of her love and reassurance into this kiss. She breaks away only enough to speak. “I’ll be back to help you, I promise. Do you trust me?”

Glinda’s eyes are wide and watery, her other hand is now grasping at the back of her head in an attempt to keep her close. “Elphie…” she says, and Elphaba tries to ignore the pain she feels at the non-answer.

But there’s no more time. “Hold out, my sweet,” she begs before kissing her again. “Hold out, if you can.” One last kiss, heady and longing, and then she tears herself away before she loses her will.

Elphaba doesn’t mind having such a quiet life. She prefers it, actually; it means that nothing majorly horrendible is happening in Oz. Otherwise, knowing herself, she’d have gotten caught up in some plot to right the world’s wrongs and would never have had the chance to have this. 

This being Galinda, snoring lightly as she lies sprawled out atop her. Elphaba had been trying to get some reading done before bed, but she’d given up on that long ago in favor of studying her Mate. Their house is quiet, as is the world of Oz beyond it—Elphaba is always increasingly happy with their decision to move to a suburb on the edge of the Emerald City proper. Moonlight shines through the window and casts her sleeping Alpha in an ethereal blue glow. 

Elphaba smiles to herself as she notices a bit of drool falling from Galinda’s open mouth onto her green skin. The camisole Elphaba wore to bed has long-since been rucked up to bare her stomach, because her wife likes to have skin-on-skin contact as she falls asleep.

Oz. Her wife. Almost a year now, and Elphaba still doesn’t think she’ll ever truly get used to that. 

Not “almost,” anymore, she thinks as she catches a glimpse of the time clock on the wall—it’s past the thirteenth hour now.

It’s officially their anniversary.

Her heart is filled with pure love, true devotion to the goddess atop her. Galinda mumbles in her sleep and nuzzles further into Elphaba’s stomach, smearing that small puddle of drool. Elphaba feels as if she could burst with happiness right now—Galinda has gotten better over the years at not putting up that people-pleasing mask she’d use so often, but getting to see her truly relaxed and vulnerable like this is still otherworldly. Elphaba couldn’t want for anything more, in this moment.

Well. That’s not entirely true. As she gently strokes her lover’s hair, she starts daydreaming—as she has often done regardless, but more and more-so as of late—of a roundness to her belly, of Galinda caressing and kissing and murmuring to it, of the patter of tiny feet stumbling down the hall, shrieks of laughter and joy filling their home.

Children. She dreams of children, varying mixtures and combinations of herself and her Alpha, testaments to their love and bond. She and Galinda have talked about it randomly, even when they first got together all those years ago at Shiz, but it had always been a “some day.” First, they were much too young and still in college, then moving to the City and finding work, then promotions and projects and moving again—always one thing after another, their bustling life never seeming to slow down for more than a few weeks at a time.

Now, though… now, things are different.

Their company just finished a big project last week—redesigning and rebuilding the Emerald City Grand Hall to be Animal- and handicap-accessible. It’s been their dream project since they first decided this was what they wanted to do together, that this was how they could make Oz a better place. Galinda spent weeks planning with her team of architects before bringing Elphaba on with her own crew to plan further and prepare for the sorcery that would be involved in the construction.

They don’t do this work for the money, but… Well. Elphaba certainly can’t complain about the paycheck they’d received for such a public and prominent venture. Galinda would never stop working—Elphaba already knows it will be an incredible challenge to try and get her wife to retire when the time comes, as she always needs to busy herself with one thing or another. But even if neither of them took on another project for a year, they’d still be set.

Elphaba takes a deep breath, a nervous excitement rising in her chest and causing a smile to grow on her face. Now would be the perfect time. They can both go off of their suppressants for a bit, wait for Galinda’s rut or Elphaba’s heat to start and then trigger the other.

Then they can make a baby.

Elphaba looks down at her wife again and grows truly giddy at the thought. I’ll tell her tomorrow, she thinks, at dinner. They’d both agreed to not do gifts, instead getting reservations at their favorite restaurant in town; it’ll be the perfect romantic setting to finally seriously breach the topic. Her heart flutters as she starts imagining how the conversation will go, planning out what exactly she’ll say to Galinda and picturing how the Alpha will react.

As all the possible scenarios run through her mind, Elphaba finds it very difficult to fall asleep when she can’t stop herself from smiling.

***

”Hello, my wonderifically gorgeous wife of one year!” Glinda calls out as she comes around the corner the next evening.

Elphaba smiles and shakes her head, turning just in time for lips to press against her own as her Alpha dives in for a kiss. Galinda arms wrap around her waist to tug her in close, but she pulls back from the kiss before it can deepen. “You’re late,” she says, chastising without any real malice in her tone. Galinda steals another kiss, and Elphaba can barely hold back her laughter as she pushes her away by the shoulders. “It’s our anniversary, and you’re late.”

Galinda pouts. “I’m sorry,” she whines. “It wasn’t my fault!”

Elphaba rolls her eyes, but she can’t keep from smirking. “‘I just need to check on a few things,’ you said. ‘I would never dare to make us late to our first anniversary dinner, darling,’ you said.”

“We’re not late!” Galinda says defensively.

Elphaba hums. “Yet.”

“Well, if you’d kiss me properly, then I could go change so that we are definitely not late,” her Alpha says coyly, slowly leaning back in as if waiting to see if Elphaba will stop her once more.

Elphaba rolls her eyes again, but she doesn’t push her away this time. She welcomes the kiss, cupping Galinda’s jaw as their lips part and tongues meet. It’s a languid one, tinged with the energy of anticipation. She lets Galinda set the pace—mostly to avoid more whining, though Elphaba does truly enjoy when her Alpha simply takes what she wants—and hums when she finally, gently, pulls away. She lovingly strokes her thumbs along Galinda’s pink-tinged cheeks as she meets her gaze.

But Galinda is looking sheepish, so Elphaba raises an eyebrow. “What did you do?”

Her Alpha flushes deeper and darts her eyes around the room. “I may have fibbed a bit earlier; it was kind of, sort of, actually a bit of my fault that I was late.”

“Uh-huh.”

Galinda splutters a bit at Elphaba’s lack of surprise. “B-but, it’s only because I got a surprise for you!”

Elphaba steps back and crosses her arms, staring expectantly at her nervous Alpha. “We said no gifts, my sweet. But go on.”

Galinda breathes out harshly, puffing up her cheeks, before holding up one finger and trudging over to where she’d left her purse.

Elphaba watches her as she moves, letting her eyes linger on the curves of her Alpha’s hips, her ass, the pale skin of her calves exposed beneath the hem of her pink skirt. She wonders why Galinda wants to change before they leave; it’s not like Elphaba is wearing anything extremely fancy, just a nice, dark-purple dress that flares out around her ankles and leaves her arms exposed (as she knows her wife enjoys the sight of her arms). Galinda’s outfit is more than acceptable for the venue to which they’re going.

Galinda finds whatever it is she’s looking for and turns to walk back to Elphaba, faux confidence in her stride. Oz, she must really be nervous about this.

“Okay,” Galinda says as she stops a step away. Whatever she’s holding, she’s hiding it behind her back. “So, I’ve been working with Tindry—“

“Tindry, my-second-in-command-Tindry?”

Galinda rolls her eyes with a fond smile. “Yes, darling, that Tindry. Oz knows my magic still isn’t quite as strong as yours, so I needed some assistance.”

Elphaba tilts her head. “Magic?”

Galinda takes a deep, steadying breath before bringing her hand from behind her back. “This isn’t your actual gift, just so you know, but…”

“Galinda, we said no gifts!” But Elphaba quietens as she takes notice of what her wife holds out to her.

In her palm is a small, pink object—if Elphaba weren’t so curious as to what it is, she might’ve scoffed at the color—shaped vaguely like an L, or maybe a J. She holds it up for Elphaba’s inspection and bites her lower lip as she waits.

Elphaba, raising an eyebrow, gives up after a moment of silence. “And this is…?”

“Take it,” Galinda instructs, and though Elphaba is still confused, she picks the object up into her own palm.

Galinda takes another breath before holding a shaky hand out towards the object, making a familiar face of concentration that Elphaba knows means she’s trying to cast a spell.

Suddenly, the object bursts to life, vibrating in Elphaba’s palm. It makes her jump, and she nearly drops it, but just manages to keep it from bouncing out of her hand. All at once, she realizes exactly what this object is.

Galinda’s not done demonstrating, though, as she twists her hand in the air and the object’s vibrations get stronger; another hand motion, and the device pulses.

Elphaba’s mouth feels quite dry.

Galinda closes her hand, and the vibration stops. She reaches out and closes Elphaba’s hand around the now-still object before stepping closer. “I was thinking,” she says lowly, a bit of her confidence returning now that she’s seen Elphaba’s awed reaction, “that you could wear this to dinner.”

Oh.

Well, fuck.

Elphaba thinks back to her plan for tonight and is flustered at the thought of it being thrown off track. She likes her plans. She likes being prepared for things. And this is certainly something she hadn’t foreseen, although… it’s definitely not unwelcome, either.

At Elphaba’s silence, Galinda’s mouth briefly quirks to the side like it does when she’s thinking or concerned. “It—if you don’t want to, darling, then of course—“

“So, you’re saying,” Elphaba cuts her off, trying to regain her footing, “that you had my coworker help you make us a sex toy?” She raises an eyebrow at her Alpha and enjoys the blush that returns to those pale cheeks.

Galinda pouts for a moment before saying, “I made her promise not to ever, ever say anything about it, or else I’d never allow her to work on one of my projects again—though of course we all know I could hardly ever do that, impropriety and legality, blah blah—but the threat is there. Hmm, now that I think about it, maybe I should come up with some other form of punishment if she does decide to tease you about it…”

A breathy chuckle escapes Elphaba’s mouth. Before Galinda can get too carried away with her rambling, she speaks up. “I’ll wear it.”

The Alpha’s teeth clack together as her mouth snaps shut. “O-oh. You will?”

Elphaba nods. “I’ll put it in while you get changed—unless you want to help m—oof!” She’s cut off as Galinda quickly pushes her back against the wall and attacks her neck with kisses. “C-careful, my sweet; we’re going out, remember?”

“And?” Galinda mumbles against her skin, though she does take care not to suck too harshly. “So, what—I’ll mark my Omega if I want to. Let them see you’re mine.”

Elphaba whimpers, arching up to press closer to her wife. She was already wet once she’d realized what the toy was, but her core pulses now at the feeling of her Alpha against her. “One,” she concedes.

She can feel Galinda smirking against her neck before she picks a spot just beneath her jaw and sucks at it, nipping at the skin lightly once before biting down fully. Elphaba sighs out a moan and scratches at the back of her Alpha’s neck as she holds her there.

Galinda’s hands are roaming, one of them cupping and squeezing at Elphaba’s breast while the other slides down her hip to grope her thigh through the skirt of her dress. “So long,” Galinda complains before hiking the fabric up to Elphaba’s waist. She soothes the now-bruised skin with her tongue before slipping a hand between Elphaba’s thighs, humming in satisfaction as she feels just how wet her wife is even through her underwear. “I don’t think you’ll need much help, darling,” she teases.

Elphaba huffs. “I could always just do it myself, you know.”

Galinda hums again but doesn’t respond, just tugs down on the waistband of Elphaba’s underwear until it stretches around her thighs. After sucking at her neck one more time, she pulls back to watch her Omega’s face as she slides two fingers between her wet folds, collecting slick on her fingertips. When she dips, just barely, into Elphaba’s entrance, green lips part on a gasp that Galinda then swallows with a kiss.

When she pulls back, she withdraws her fingers as well, just to push them into her own mouth. Elphaba’s breath quickens at the sight, imagining the feeling of Galinda’s tongue lapping at her fingers, instead.

Galinda moans at the taste before removing her fingers from her mouth, lips shiny with cum and spit. “How long do we have?” she asks breathlessly.

Elphaba glances at the clock on the opposite wall. “Thirty minutes, give or take?” It shouldn’t take more than ten minutes to get to the restaurant.

Galinda hums, eyes wandering down her Omega’s body, before she nods. “I’ll be quick.” Then, she’s dropping to her knees and tugging Elphaba’s underwear down further until it’s around her ankles.

“Oh, Oz.”

Galinda taps one of her ankles before tugging on it, coaxing Elphaba to lift her foot until it slips from her underwear so she can spread her legs. She then grips her hips, holding Elphaba’s dress up at the same time. A green hand—the one not busy holding the unused toy—slides into blonde tresses as the Alpha quickly dives forwards to lick between her thighs.

Elphaba moans as Galinda’s tongue strokes along her wet core, pressing and flicking against her clit with each pass. She can feel her knees trembling, but her Alpha keeps a firm grip on her hips to help hold her up against the wall. Galinda presses her tongue inside her once, then twice, making Elphaba keen forward with a gasp.

Oz, she’s so close already—and Galinda knows just what to do to make her fall apart. The Alpha slides up until she can wrap her lips around Elphaba’s clit and suck just like she had on her neck, rapidly flicking her tongue back and forth.

Elphaba whimpers, clenching her fist so tightly around the toy that her nails dig into her palm. Her hips grind down against her wife’s mouth, chasing the sensation building inside her. “G-Glin, I—I’m…” So close. So close—

Cold air meets her wet pussy as Galinda pulls back abruptly. Elphaba nearly falls forward, would have if not for the Alpha’s hands still holding her hips against the wall. It takes her a long beat to realize what’s just happened, for that feeling of approaching the edge to fade and leave her with a most unfulfilling emptiness.

It’s been a while since Galinda’s edged her like this.

“M-my—” Elphaba has to clear her throat to speak properly. “My sweet?”

Galinda hums and reaches a hand up to wipe the excess slick from around her mouth. “Yes, darling?”

“Why?” It comes out more pleading, more desperate, than she means for it to, which makes Galinda chuckle. Elphaba narrows her eyes, but her Alpha ignores it.

“Because you’re ready, my love. And this is part of the fun.” She looks up at her with an all-too-pleased smile on her face before holding out her palm expectantly.

Elphaba keeps her eyes narrowed at her smug wife but passes the toy over. “Cocky Alpha,” she grumbles under her breath.

Galinda laughs more fully, apparently having heard her, but she doesn’t respond; instead, she positions the toy with the fuller end at Elphaba’s entrance and looks up at her with a raised eyebrow.

Though part of her is tempted to back out of this purely out of spite, Elphaba acquiesces and nods her head. She feels Galinda swirl the toy through her folds, covering it in wetness, before she gently pushes it in.

Elphaba lets out a long breath as the toy settles inside her, the size of it filling her nicely while the shape of it causes it to press against both her clit and that sensitive spot within her. She shifts her hips as she gets used to the feeling of the intrusion, but she discovers the toy is pliant enough to not be uncomfortable.

Galinda stares for a moment, making Elphaba blush under the scrutiny. “Pink does go so very well with green, darling.” With a press of her lips to the toy which makes Elphaba shudder at the brief pressure against her clit, Galinda rises back to her feet and lets the skirt of the dress drop back down around Elphaba’s ankles. As she lovingly slides her hands up to her Omega’s waist, she asks, “How does it feel?”

Elphaba stands up straighter to make sure before she answers. “It’s good—nice, actually.”

Galinda smiles, clearly proud of her design. “I’m glad to hear it.” When she kisses her, Elphaba can taste herself on her wife’s tongue, and it makes her clench deliciously around the toy.

Oh, this will definitely be fun.

Reluctantly, knowing that they are short on time now, she lets Galinda leave to get ready and takes the time to fix herself up after that whole… event. Her underwear isn’t ruined quite yet, but she goes ahead and exchanges it for a clean pair—an even lacier one than the former, this one almost sheer and one of Galinda’s favorites. She then fixes her hair, making sure each braid is neatly tucked into its place in her half-updo, and reapplies the lipstick that matches the deep purple of her dress.

In the mirror, she takes note of the mark Galinda left, now nearly matching her dress and lipstick, as well. She hums lightly in appreciation at the ache she feels radiating from the bruise as she tilts her head and runs her fingers across it. The bite didn’t break skin, not like the Mark sitting a few inches beneath it, but it’s still satisfying in its own way.

When she sees Galinda reenter the room through the mirror, she suddenly understands why she—they wanted to change. “Well, hello, handsome,” she says lowly before turning around to study Galinda properly.

Her Alpha has changed into a dark red suit with the signature pastel-pink button-up partly undone beneath the jacket to expose a bit of their pale chest. Blonde curls have been pulled up into a loose bun that sits at the back of Galinda’s neck. They’re fiddling with the watch now adorning their left wrist, and something about it all sends a shiver up Elphaba’s spine.

She walks over, slowly as to give her eyes time to wander, until she can reach up to straighten Galinda’s collar. “So, it’s this kind of day?” she asks—not accusatory, just confirming.

Galinda hums with a nod before catching one of Elphaba’s hands in their own so they can plant a kiss to her palm.

She wants to confirm, just to make sure. “He or they?” she asks, although more often than not the answer is—

“They, please.” Another kiss, to Elphaba’s knuckles this time. “Is that alright with you?” they ask with a teasing smile.

Elphaba smiles right back and leans in to brush their lips together. “Yes, sir.” With a kiss, she catches the pleased sigh Galinda emits, but she doesn’t let herself linger for too long. “Now, let’s go, before you really do make us late.”

Galinda smiles and steals one more kiss before offering their arm for Elphaba to take as they both walk to the front door.

***

Back their Shiz days, during their senior year, Elphaba had attempted a levitation spell from the Grimmerie that resulted in a random broom being able to fly. She’d used it as her final sorcery project, quickly mastering the art of steering the gravity-defying broom, and now it is her preferred mode of travel.

Galinda isn’t quite as used to it, evidenced by the way their arms wrap almost painfully tightly around Elphaba’s waist.

She doesn’t fly fast, lest the wind muss their hair or outfits, but Elphaba might perhaps fly a little higher than what’s absolutely necessary just to feel her Alpha pressed close. She’s feeling a little needy after her denied orgasm—not to mention the way the toy presses deeper inside her with the way she straddles the broom. Luckily, Galinda is too distracted by the flight to test out the toy just yet; she’d probably end up crashing them into one of the Emerald City buildings.

They arrive at the restaurant with five minutes to spare until their reservation time. Elphaba instructs the attendant on duty to keep the broom with her cloak and Galinda’s coat as they check them, and then they are approaching the host’s stand.

“Good evening,” the host greets them with a polite smile. “Do you have a reservation with us, this evening?”

“Yes, actually,” Elphaba speaks up before Galinda can, smirk already tilting her lips upward. “My husband and I have one for seven, under Upland.”

Elphaba can feel Galinda tense through their looped arms and has to fight not to look over to see their reaction. Galinda’s scent strengthens a bit, possessive and pleased, and so Elphaba pats their arm gently as the host gathers the menus. “Easy, my sweet,” she says softly. She’s answered with a huff and the slight dampening of her Alpha’s scent.

Galinda pulls her chair out for her when they reach their table, to which Elphaba delights in calling them a “gentleman” and thoroughly enjoys the blush that takes over their cheeks in response. Days like this—where Galinda feels more masculine—don’t happen incredibly often anymore, not since their time at Shiz, but Elphaba is still enthusiastically supportive when they do.

Elphaba squirms in her seat at the feeling of the toy inside her, wondering just when Galinda will decide to turn it on. Maybe this is her chance, maybe now is the time to enact her plan, before they both get too distracted—

“Hello, ladies,” comes the voice of a waitress as she appears next to their table. Elphaba takes note at the minuscule wince that Galinda hides oh-so-well, and she can’t help but bristle a bit at the sight. “Are we celebrating anything special tonight?” the waitress continues as she places coasters and water glasses in front of them both.

“Yes,” Galinda says, clearing their throat and looking at Elphaba with enough adoration to make her heart swell. “It’s our anniversary, actually.”

“Oh, well congratulations to the happy couple!”

“Yes,” Elphaba cuts in, eyes only for Galinda as she says, “one glorious year as husband and wife.”

The waitress straightens up at that and blinks slowly before adjusting. “Oh! My apologies, sir,” she says to Galinda.

Elphaba grins at the way her Alpha visibly brightens.

“Can I start you off with anything to drink?”

“I’ll take a glass of your sweetest white wine, please,” Galinda answers before gesturing towards Elphaba. “My love?”

“I’d love a glass of whatever r-ed—“ Elphaba chokes on her words, voice cracking as it finally happens: Galinda’s turned on the toy. It comes to life inside her, vibrating against her clit and making her whole body tense as she presses her legs together. She feels wetness instantly pooling in her underwear and knows the thin lace won’t be doing much of anything to keep it from spilling out onto her thighs.

Elphaba clears her throat shakily. “Excuse me. Whatever red you’d recommend, please.” She’s rather proud of herself for regaining her composure, especially since the vibrations have not stopped. She purses her lips to keep any inappropriate noises from slipping out.

“Of course! I’ll grab those for you both while you look over the menu.”

It’s only when the waitress walks away that the vibrations stop, and Elphaba glares at the smug Alpha across from her.

“What?” Galinda says coyly as they pick up their menu. “I only wanted to thank you, darling.”

Elphaba hums, but ultimately can’t argue—she’s agreed to this, after all, and something about knowing there’s a possibility that someone could notice what’s going on does give her a thrill.

She picks up her own menu and starts to read through it, but she ends up choking on a gasp when the toy starts up again. Her hands clutch tightly at the sides of the menu as she subtly shifts in her seat, causing the slightest bit more added pressure as the toy moves inside her.

It stops suddenly, and Elphaba has to bite her lower lip to keep from whimpering. Her hips press down against the chair again, embarrassingly, but it’s not the same.

“Careful, my love,” Galinda teases as they reach for their water glass. “You don’t want to be obvious, now.” A smirk—cocky, but frustratingly attractive—settles onto their face after they take a sip.

Elphaba huffs, trying in vain to focus on the words in front of her. “What do you think you’ll be getting, my sweet?” she says to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs.

“Perhaps a pasta? I haven’t quite decided yet. Anything catch your eye?”

Elphaba hums, her mind finally able to start processing the menu options. “I do always love the risotto here, so perha—ah!”

Again. Galinda is going to absolutely kill her.

Before Elphaba can even say anything, the sensation increases, the toy vibrating more intensely. She can feel a moan rising up from her chest and tries to subtly press a fist against her mouth to suppress it.

Fuck, does it feel good.

“I’d like to propose one rule for tonight, dearest,” Galinda says, smug as ever. They’re not even looking at her, instead keeping their eyes trained on their menu.

It admittedly drives Elphaba a bit wild.

She clears her throat. “A-and that would be?”

Galinda glances around briefly and nonchalantly takes a sip of water again. “If you’re about to come,” they say lowly, making sure no one can hear them, “I’d like you to tap. Three times. That way I can stop.”

Stop? Galinda’s already got her on edge, and they want to keep her from orgasming?

“W-why?” It echoes Elphaba’s plea from back at the house, when Galinda had denied her the first time.

“Truly, dear, I’m only looking out for you.” Galinda finally looks up and meets Elphaba’s gaze. Though that cocky smirk is still in place, their eyes are kind. “Do you really want to fall apart here, surrounded by all these people? You and I both know you have a hard time keeping quiet. This is risk enough, don’t you think?”

Damn it. They have a point.

“…Alright. I’ll tap.”

Galinda smiles brilliantly. “Good girl.”

Elphaba’s heart flutters at the same time that her pussy clenches around the vibrating toy—and the intensity increases once more.

Fuck. She’d thought there were only two strength settings; Galinda had only shown her two before, along with the pulsing one.

They must’ve seen the confusion on her face, because Galinda says, “Did I mention that there are five speeds and three patterns?” Oz, that self-satisfied grin combined with the intense vibrations inside her and on her clit are doing filthy things to Elphaba. “This is level three, by the way. In case you’ve lost track.”

Elphaba’s legs are trembling even as she sits. She tries so hard, so very hard, not to rock her hips for more friction, but it is increasingly difficult.

Her underwear is definitely ruined now. She wouldn’t be surprised to find that she’s leaking down to the skirt of her dress, honestly. She’s grateful to have picked such a dark fabric to wear for the occasion.

Elphaba stares at the menu she’s holding, but she can’t read the words; her vision blurs as she focuses all her might on not visibly or audibly reacting to the sensation between her legs. She’s biting her lip hard to keep from moaning. Her clit jumps as she clenches around the toy—and then it suddenly slows. It doesn’t turn off completely, but it jumps back down to the first setting.

Before she can complain, Elphaba realizes why Galinda has done so: the waitress has returned with their drinks.

Oz, and Elphaba still hasn’t decided what to order. Frankly, she’s not even hungry at this point; if they were to leave the restaurant right now to go ravish each other at home, she wouldn’t protest.

And to think she’d been wanting to talk during this dinner.

She fights to quickly read over her menu while Galinda orders their own food, and even though the intensity has been lowered, it’s still distracting enough to make concentrating difficult. She feels accomplished when she’s able to find something familiar and order it with a steady voice—she even manages to smile at the waitress in thanks without it wobbling. As soon as the waitress leaves, though, that smile drops as the vibrations instantly speed back up.

“Oh, sweet Oz,” she says under her breath in frustration. The toy is back up to the third setting, and she’s not sure how much longer she’ll be able to take it. She closes her eyes and presses her hands to her forehead, now that she can no longer busy them with holding the menu. She leans her elbows on the table and essentially hides her face.

“Are you alright there, darling?” Galinda says lowly from across the table.

Elphaba can just picture the smirk they must have on their face right now, but she can’t find the strength to look; it’s taking all of her focus not to give in and rock her hips down to press the toy deeper inside herself.

“Fine,” she chokes out. Her whole body is tensing up, pressure coiling in her lower stomach.

Then the pulsing starts.

One of Elphaba’s hands nearly slams down onto the table, but she manages to slow its descent just in time. Her nails start digging into the tablecloth, though. After a moment, she feels Galinda’s fingers slide between her own so that they hold each other atop the table. Galinda squeezes her hand once, and it coaxes Elphaba to finally open her eyes.

Galinda’s gaze is dark, a light blush dusting their cheeks as they watch her. Elphaba can’t even imagine the desperate look she must have on her face to cause those soft pink lips to part so perfectly in awe.

“How does it feel, Elphie?” The words are said breathlessly, so quietly Elphaba almost doesn’t hear them, herself.

She opens her mouth to respond, but she can’t force the words out—and honestly, can’t quite think of what to say. The posed question prompts her to focus on the feeling of it, though, and it’s nearly her undoing.

The vibration itself is a bit more intense than the third level had been, but it’s only active for half a clock-tick before it disappears and comes back. Each pulse makes her twitch, and it’s infinitely harder to keep her hips from thrusting forward each time. She can’t help but imagine Galinda’s fingers pumping inside her to this rhythm, or their tongue, or their cock.

She looks up at Galinda, who darts their tongue out to lick their lips as they watch her, and wonders if they’re hard under the table.

The shape of the toy puts the perfect pressure inside her and on her clit, sending waves of pleasure racing up her spine with every beat—Oz, she’s close. Her thighs press tightly together, eyes slamming shut, and she only barely remembers Galinda’s rule.

Her other hand falls down to tap a nail three times against the table, and the toy stops.

“Good girl,” Galinda praises, sending a shiver through Elphaba’s body.

She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. Shaking her head, she looks back up at her husband once more, eyes narrowed slightly. “I don’t know how you expect me to sit and eat dinner like this.”

Galinda smiles and lifts their conjoined hands to press their lips to Elphaba’s fingers. “That’s part of the fun, darling,” they say between lingering kisses. “But I promise I’ll do my best not to make you choke.”

Elphaba hums, recovering a bit now that the toy has been off for a moment. “At least not here, I hope.” She turns her hand to run her thumb gently over Galinda’s bottom lip—just barely grazing it, but it’s enough to make the Alpha’s breath hitch.

It’s Galinda’s eyes that narrow, this time, but they smirk and give another kiss to the pad of Elphaba’s thumb. “We’ll see.”

Elphaba’s lips tilt up in a smirk as she uses her free hand to take a sip of her wine. A moment later, the waitress comes back with salads for them both and, true to their word, Galinda lets her eat in peace.

For a little while, at least.

When Elphaba’s about halfway through her salad, the toy starts up again—and this time, it jumps immediately to the third setting. Thankfully, Galinda timed it for when Elphaba was between bites, otherwise she’d probably have choked on a cherry tomato as her hips jolt. Her fork trembles in one hand while the other grips the edge of the table.

It feels very hot in the room all of a sudden, stifling, and a fear arises that someone has noticed—because surely someone has noticed the way Elphaba bites her lip forcefully, the way her body shakes as she tries so hard to keep still. Can no one truly smell her arousal? She feels as if it should be filling the entire restaurant at this point.

But as she forces her eyes open to take a look around at the other patrons, no one seems to be even glancing their way.

There’s a part of her—a very small part, but one that exists nonetheless—that is almost… disappointed.

And Galinda, of course, picks right up on it. A spark lights up their eyes as they lean in over the table to murmur, “Oh, you want someone to see, don’t you? Want them to know just how wrecked you are right now?”

Elphaba’s legs are trembling, and the sound of her Alpha’s low voice makes her hips instinctively rock down. She places—nearly drops—her fork down so that she can reach out for her glass of wine and take a huge gulp, just to keep herself from moaning.

Galinda just smirks, and the hand she has hidden beneath the table must shift because the toy is suddenly vibrating at a higher intensity. This must be level four.

Elphaba feels like she can’t breathe—if she does, she’ll whimper or moan or scream and none of those are good options. Because she’s right back on the edge again, faster than before, hips twitching in her seat as her toes start to tingle, and she tries so so hard to hold back her orgasm, but—

“C-can’t,” she gasps, tapping the table three times. The empty sensation she feels once the toy ceases its vibrating is both a relief and a curse. She could cry at the loss, though she knows it’s necessary. “Oz, Glin.” She’s afraid to even move; if she does, she might still come just from that slight stimulation.

Galinda’s smirk is evil in its pride. “Can you handle more, my love?” they ask, nonchalantly going back to eating their own salad—as if nothing’s happening. As if their wife isn’t coating her own thighs in slick, about to fall apart in front of them and a restaurant full of patrons.

And Elphaba’s not entirely sure how to answer the question, either. Can she handle more? Without making a mess and a scene and breaking Galinda’s rule? Without damn-near losing her mind in the process?

She honestly doesn’t know. But she wants to find out.

“Just… give me a clock-tick,” she finally concedes, downing the rest of her wine and taking a deep breath.

Galinda, on their part, looks slightly concerned. “If it’s too much, Elphie, we don’t have to—“

“No, no,” Elphaba cuts them off and takes another breath. “It’s a lot but it’s—it’s good.” She glances around the restaurant again and feels her cheeks heat up even more than they already are. Her eyebrows raise briefly for emphasis as she says, “Really good.”

That makes Galinda relax a bit. They sit back in their chair and continue eating. “I know we’ve fooled around similarly before, but even I didn’t know you were this much of an exhibitionist.” That smirk makes its return, and Elphaba rolls her eyes.

“I am not.”

Galinda hums. “So, it doesn’t turn you on to think about how someone could notice you?”

Fuck.

“How all they’d need to do is look over and see that look on your face, see you squirming in your chair because you’re so desperate to come—and then they’d know exactly what I’m doing to you? Think they’d be able to guess how wet you are right now?”

Elphaba’s heart is racing, and she reaches for her wine glass before realizing it’s empty and switches to her water instead. She chugs half the glass ungracefully.

“I wonder how you’d be if it were my fingers inside you, instead.”

Fuck. Elphaba clenches tightly around the toy, suddenly wishing it were on again—and wishing even more that this dinner could be over with.

She’s temporarily saved—or her torture is prolonged, maybe both—by the main course arriving. She gratefully approves a refill on her wine. When the waitress has left once more, the toy stays off as they both start eating.

Elphaba’s still on edge the whole time, filled with anticipation and continuing to leak wetness out around the toy inside her.

After a couple minutes pass and it becomes clear that Galinda is leaving their game paused for a moment, Elphaba decides to try to act normally by starting a conversation.

“So how long have you been working on this… surprise?” she asks, because apparently even when she’s trying to act normal, she can’t help but focus on the toy.

Galinda smiles a bit sheepishly and gives a little half-laugh. Swirling their fork into their pasta, they admit, “Quite a long while. Originally, it was supposed to be a gift for your birthday, but I couldn’t get the enchantment right in time.”

“…Galinda, my birthday was almost six months ago.”

The Alpha groans and tosses their head back, though they’re still smiling through it all. “Trust me, I know! Why do you think I had to ask Tindry for help? It certainly wasn’t by choice.” As they speak, they wave the bite of pasta around on their fork animatedly before popping it into their mouth.

Something softens in Elphaba’s chest, though, at this information. Galinda’s always been a bit insecure about their magical abilities compared to Elphaba’s.The fact that they’d put this much time and effort into something just for her to enjoy is heartwarming—the fact that it’s a sex toy of all things only makes it slightly funny. Though they did say earlier that the toy isn’t her true anniversary gift…

“Do you remember giving me a handjob in the library?”

Galinda’s sudden statement, spoken in that low voice, not only jolts Elphaba from her thoughts but this time also nearly makes her choke on her risotto. She coughs and clears her throat before grabbing some water to help wash the rest down more easily. She throws a dirty glare across the table, but the Alpha only smirks and continues eating like they’ve done nothing wrong.

“I believe,” they murmur after swallowing a bite, dabbing their napkin at the corner of their mouth, “that that was the day we discovered your little affinity for spit. Was it not?”

Elphaba feels a fresh wave of wetness spill from within her as her core pulses. She remembers that particular day very well, indeed. She takes a deep breath and stares down at her half-eaten plate before delicately setting her fork down. She doesn’t think she can focus enough to eat any more, and it really is too delicious to waste when she’s so distracted anyway.

“Finished eating, my love?” Galinda asks at a more normal volume.

Elphaba nods. “Y-yes, I think I’ll take the rest home.” Oz, she is desperate to get out of here. How the hell she’ll survive the broom-ride back to their house, though, she has no clue.

“Good,” Galinda says with a hum as she waves her hand to start the toy once more.

Elphaba almost, almost cries out; she just manages to quieten it to a whimper. She thinks Galinda has put it at level three—or is it lower, and she’s just overly sensitive now, after three near-orgasms in one night?

Fuck, she needs to come.

“Control yourself, darling; the server’s coming over now.” Galinda says this, but they don’t lower the intensity of the vibrations at all.

Elphaba has to fight not to glare, fight not to gasp or moan, fight not to grind down against her seat until she truly spills her pleasure all over her dress.

“How are we doing over here?” the waitress asks before eyeing their unfinished plates. “Are we saving room for dessert?”

Oz, no, Elphaba thinks as she tries to control her breathing. She squirms the slightest bit and instantly regrets it as a shock of pleasure sends goosebumps rising across her skin. Just get us home.

“Actually, yes!”

…What?

Elphaba feels her eyes widen and is thankful that the waitress’s attention is currently on her husband; it affords her the chance to school her expression back to neutral territory.

“I’d love to try a scoop of your chocolate gelato, if you please.”

Elphaba kicks their leg beneath the table, but Galinda—ever the actor—shows no reaction, merely turns to face her as they continue speaking.

“Would you like anything, Elphie? I believe they have a caramel flavor, as well—your favorite!” They gesture to her with a hand as they say this, and Elphaba feels the breath get knocked out of her as the toy speeds up simultaneously.

Oh, Elphaba is going to kill them.

“N-no, thank you,” she manages, hating how breathy her voice sounds. She gives a smile to the waitress—a small, soft one, as that’s all she can do without risking a crack in her expression. “I’ll just take a box for this. Could we”—her voice cracks the tiniest bit as the toy switches to the pulsing pattern from before, so she clears her throat and tries again—“could we go ahead and get the check, as well, please?”

She can see the headlines now: Tragedy Befalls Emerald City – Galinda Upland Murdered by Wife on Anniversary.

“Of course!” says the waitress, cheery and (thankfully) clueless. “I’ll grab those and will be right back!”

As soon as she leaves, Elphaba slouches forward against the table. Galinda reaches for her hand and interlocks their fingers together again, leaning forward to whisper to her with that Alpha tone lacing their voice.

“You did so well, my Elphie.”

Elphaba bites her lip to stifle a moan as their eyes meet. The pulsing of the toy is getting to her again, making her head spin. She wants so badly to be home—hell, she’d take a bathroom stall at this point, anything for some semblance of privacy so she can have her Alpha inside her. She’s so unnervingly close.

And she’s not quite sure if she’ll survive another edging without breaking down in tears.

Dark brown eyes stare hungrily at her. Those pretty, soft, perfect pink lips are curved up in a smile that has Galinda’s dimple showing prominently. She wants to kiss them so desperately.

Elphaba squeezes their hand and opens her mouth to say something, but no words will come out—and the only ones running through her mind are please, please, please…

Her free hand twitches atop the table, but she doesn’t tap.

“You’re such a good girl for me,” Galinda continues, the barest hint of vanilla and caramel exuding from them. Elphaba breathes it in, soaks it up like the first bit of daylight after a week of stormy weather. “Hiding how needy you are, how desperate.”

Elphaba shudders, completely wrecked at this point.

Galinda’s eyes narrow slightly, studying her. “Just how close are you, Elphie?”

Elphaba doesn’t answer, only bites her lip again to keep herself quiet. She struggles to keep her fluttering eyes open. She’s honestly not sure if she could speak without moaning, at this point.

“I wonder…” Galinda ponders, and with a shift of their hands under the table, the toy’s pulsing doubles in time.

This must be that second setting they’d mentioned.

Elphaba is nearly undone. Her vision blurs as she takes in her Alpha’s pheromones, squeezes their hand tightly, presses her hips down to push the toy impossibly deeper—Oz, she feels so full, so close. She can’t help but imagine Galinda’s cock thrusting in and out of her at this pace, or their fingers curling inside her just like this with their mouth sucking at her clit. Elphaba gasps, jaw dropping as that pressure coils deliciously inside her—

And then, nothing. No vibrations. Elphaba claps a hand over her mouth to stifle a sob that threatens to come out. Her pussy clenches around the toy, but the loss of rhythm has thrown her off. Her vision clears, her Alpha comes back into focus in front of her—and their face is overtaken by a smile of wonder.

“You little minx,” they say breathlessly—Elphaba feels a very brief moment of satisfaction at the sign that Galinda is not as unaffected as they are pretending to be. “You weren’t going to tap, were you?”

Oh. Oh, shit. Elphaba hadn’t even realized it, but no, she’d had no intention of tapping before reaching that orgasm. Galinda has truly driven her out of her mind.

“You were going to let yourself fall apart right here at the table—come in front of all of these people.” It’s not a question this time because now they know that Elphaba can’t deny it.

“Glin,” Elphie whispers after taking her hand away from her mouth. She leans in as close as she can, clutches desperately at the pale hand still held within her own. She looks her Alpha dead in the eyes as she says, “I need you to take me home.” She can feel her lower lip trembling, matching the shaking of her thighs as she scrambles to find some semblance of self-control. She takes in Galinda’s blush, their blown pupils, the slight pant to their breath.

“Please, my Alpha.”

As soon as the check hits the table, Galinda leaves a wad of cash—including a generous tip—and drags her shaking, weak, messy Omega to the exit. The concerned voice of the waitress asking if Elphaba is okay is ignored, along with the boxes and dessert they’d asked for. They grab their coats and the broom from the attendant up front as quickly as possible, and then they rush out the door.

Elphaba can’t fathom the thought of straddling the broom right now, so she sits side-saddle in front of Galinda, scooted as close as possible so that she is practically in their lap as they fly. Galinda, obviously, is not very used to steering, but they take control of the broom without complaint. Elphaba tries her best not to make things harder than necessary, but she knows her scent is flying right into Galinda’s face as they travel, and she’s so desperate for closeness that she can’t help but nuzzle into their neck to get some of that sweet Alpha smell before the wind blows it away.

“Elphie,” Galinda says in warning, one arm clutching tightly at her waist while the other holds fast to the broom.

Elphaba whimpers. “I’m sorry,” she whispers as her thighs clench tightly together. “My sweet, I’m so close, I need—” She chokes on the words, lips finding Galinda’s Mark and sucking at it lightly before she can stop herself.

She can feel Galinda’s dick pressing stiffly against her hip, and if the chances of it making them crash weren’t so high, she’d be palming it right now. She wonders how long they’ve been hard, if it started back at the restaurant or if Galinda had been able to hold back until they’d gotten alone.

Thankfully, the ride is over quickly, and they land not-quite-gracefully in front of their door. Elphaba’s legs are still trembling, but she barely has time to notice before Galinda has their hands on the backs of her thighs. Instinctively, she hops up and wraps her legs around the Alpha’s waist. Her mind goes back to the first time Galinda ever carried her like this, and she can’t help but acknowledge how much more easily it comes to them now.

“Yes, well, practice makes perfect, darling, isn’t that what they say?” Their voice is breathless as Elphie kisses at their neck, but they make their way through the door and into the house.

Elphaba grinds her hips forward, pressing the toy up at that perfect angle that has her gasping. “Turn it on, please,” she moans—suddenly remembering that she doesn’t have to keep quiet anymore. “Please, my sweet, I need to come, please—ah!” She cries out as Galinda obliges, the toy coming to life inside her once more—level three, maybe four.

“You’ve been so good for me all night, my love,” Galinda murmurs as they walk to their bedchambers. Their scent intensifies, surrounding them both, and their Alpha tone makes Elphaba shiver until her toes curl. “So patient, so quiet.”

Finally in their bedroom, Galinda lays Elphaba back on the bed and lies atop her, pushing their hips forward to press against the toy. They stare down at her with wide eyes and parted lips, and Elphaba is already right there at the edge—

The toy ramps up another level, and this is definitely five now, and Galinda’s hand is pushing her skirt up to her thighs so they can slide a hand between them.

A gasp sounds from that pretty pink mouth. “Sweet Oz, Elphie, you’re absolutely soaked.”

Elphaba whimpers, nods, completely wrecked and unable to think about anything but the sensation filling her body, making her back arch. “P-please, baby, I—” She sobs, hands grasping at Galinda’s shoulders to try and pull them closer, desperate for anything, anything that will finally give her that last little push—

“Let go for me, darling.”

Galinda presses at the toy through the underwear Elphaba’s sure is now barely covering it. The inner curve of the toy pulses against that spongy spot on her front wall, and that—combined with the added pressure against her clit and her Alpha above her—makes her vision white out. A cry rips its way up her throat as her body curls forward, thighs and stomach tensing as waves of sweet, sweet pleasure finally crash over her. Her nails dig into the back of Galinda’s neck, searching for something to keep her grounded and scratching the skin there in the process.

Her body shakes with each surge that washes over her. It feels almost never-ending, her brain hazy as she comes down from such a prolonged high. When her thighs start shaking once more and the aftershocks start to feel more like electricity, she taps Galinda’s shoulder three times. “S-stop, please,” she whimpers, barely able to get the words out.

The toy stills inside her, and she goes slack as she collapses against the bed. Galinda starts placing slow, sweet kisses wherever they can reach—all over her face, her neck, her chest and shoulders. They murmur the whole way, praises and love and praises again.

As Elphaba catches her breath, she grazes her nails along her Alpha’s back. “Take—” she clears her throat, “take it out?” She feels Galinda nod, and then they are pulling back and slowly working to pull at the toy as gently as possible until it slips out with a wet sound.

Galinda stares down at the fresh wetness between Elphaba’s legs and lets out a soft sigh. “You are so, so perfect, my love,” they whisper reverently. They reach behind them for a moment to place the toy on the nightstand to clean later, then return to run their hands along Elphaba’s exposed thighs. The movement pushes her dress up further until it is bunched under her breasts, hands roaming over her stomach and hips with such care it nearly brings tears to Elphaba’s eyes. “I’ve never seen anything so perfect as you.”

Several things hit Elphaba at once: a need for her Alpha to be as close as possible, for them to be inside her, to come with them—and a reminder of the conversation she’d originally wanted to have at dinner.

She drags Galinda down by the neck into a kiss that quickly turns wanting, her need apparent in the sloppy, desperate way their lips and tongues meet. With no opposition from her Alpha, Elphaba wraps her shaky thighs around Galinda’s hips and turns them both over until she is straddled atop them. She sits up briefly, only long enough to pull her dress over her head until she is left only in her undergarments, and then she is kissing Galinda once more.

When she grinds her hips down against her Alpha’s cloth-covered bulge and draws a moan from their lips, that’s when Elphaba says it.

“Let’s make a baby.”

Galinda, not fully processing her words through the new onslaught of sensations, breaths out a half-laugh. “W-what?”

Elphaba stills her hips and pulls back from the kiss until she can look Galinda in the eyes. “I want,” she says slowly, seriously, “to make a baby with you.”

“You want—” Galinda’s eyes darken as the realization hits them.

Another wave of pheromones fill the air as they sit up, pressing both of their fronts together and supporting Elphaba with a hand at her back. Elphaba gasps at the sudden movement, feeling their cock twitch beneath her.

“You want to have a baby?” Galinda continues in a voice filled with a hesitant hope. “For—honestly? Really?”

Elphaba smiles fully at her sweet Alpha’s reaction and can’t hold back a giddy laugh. She lifts her hands to tuck stray strands of Galinda’s hair away from their face and cup their cheeks gently. “Yes, really and truly. I’ve been thinking about it. A lot.” She strokes her thumbs just under those wide, brown eyes—she thinks Galinda might start crying. “Let’s stop our suppressants. I want to have a baby with you—I want to have children with you. I’m ready. Are you?”

Galinda stares up at her in awe for a moment before nodding rapidly. “Yes—yes! Oz, Elphie, yes, are you kidding?” They lean forward and start pressing excited kisses all over Elphaba’s neck and chest and face, drawing laughter from the Omega as they do so. Her laughs quickly turn to moans, however, as Galinda’s voice goes deeper. “Can’t wait to fill you up—see you big and beautiful and pregnant with our baby. Can’t wait to breed you…”

Elphaba hums around a moan, scratching at the back of Galinda’s neck. “What is it you said? ‘Practice makes perfect’?” she says coyly with a rock of her hips.

That’s what does it.

Galinda flips them once more, only to hop up and start shedding their suit. Their jacket quickly drops to the floor, and as they start working on the buttons of their shirt, they nod down to Elphaba. “Off,” they command, eyes locked onto Elphaba’s underwear.

Elphaba’s sure she’s never undressed so quickly in her life.

She lifts her hips to slide her underwear down and kicks them away, then unhooks her brassiere and tosses that to the side as well. She watches Galinda undress for a moment, allowing herself to stare as pale skin reveals itself—no bra under the button-up, pink boxers revealed that do nothing to hide the bulge beneath them. When those drop, as well, Elphaba licks her lips as she remembers the comment she’d made about choking at dinner.

Then she looks back up to see Galinda’s dark, hungry eyes and feels her pussy clench emptily—no, she needs her Alpha inside her.

She turns over onto her stomach, pushing up onto her knees and elbows so her ass sticks in the air. She looks over her shoulder at Galinda, who is staring unabashedly at the wetness between her legs. “You wanted to breed me, didn’t you, Alpha?” she says teasingly. She shifts her knees apart just a bit more, fighting back a shiver as the cold air hits her core.

She gasps as Galinda is suddenly right behind her, hands groping and squeezing at her ass cheeks. One of their hands slides up between Elphaba’s shoulder blades before dragging their nails down her spine, making her arch and push her hips backwards.

“So fucking pretty like this,” Galinda says lowly as they hold Elphaba’s hips in place. “My pretty girl. So ready to be bred.”

Elphaba’s head drops with a groan as she feels the head of Galinda’s cock slide through her folds. “Please don’t tease,” she begs, unashamed at this point. She’s had enough teasing for one night. “I need you inside me.”

Galinda moans out a curse and immediately presses forward, the tip of their dick slipping inside with ease. “You deserve it. My good girl,” they say as they adjust their grip on Elphaba’s hips. “You deserve everything you want.”

They push further inside her, and Elphaba wails at the stretch, arms nearly collapsing. Galinda is much bigger than the toy, and she’s been aching to be filled like this all night. “Yes!” she cries out, hands clenching the sheets beneath her. “F-fuck me, baby, please—oh, fuck!”

Galinda thrusts forward and roughly fills her before pulling back and slamming into her again. “Can’t wait to knot you again,” they say from behind her. Their voice gets breathier as they start a brutal pace, one hand moving to press against the small of Elphaba’s back as they fuck her. “My perfect Omega. Always taking me so well.”

Elphaba moans at the praise, thrilled at the sensation of finally being so full. She imagines Galinda’s come pulsing inside her, and her knees spread further apart in response.

Perhaps it’s because Elphaba was edged for hours before this, but she is already feeling herself nearing another orgasm. “Baby, I—d-don’t stop, fuck—”

Galinda groans, nails digging into Elphaba’s skin. “I can feel you, darling—so tight around my cock. Are you close already?”

Elphaba sobs, completely wrecked, head dropping until her forehead presses into the bed. “Yes, yes, please—Oz, don’t stop, just—f-fill me, please fill me, please, I want—”

“Fuck.” Galinda leans forward slightly, hand moving from the curve of her spine to her upper back so they can push Elphaba down into the bed. “T-take it then. You love when I fuck you like this, hm?”

Elphaba, face now turned to the side as her Alpha fucks her into the mattress, nods as she gasps for air. Being handled, held down, bred—Oz, she’s so close. Right there. Right there.

Galinda reaches around to press against her overly-sensitive clit, rubbing circles in time with the thrusts of their cock. Elphaba feels her back arch higher, her stomach and thighs tensing. She holds her breath without realizing, pleasure building and coiling within her as her Alpha fucks her like she’s been craving all night.

“My perfect Omega—let me feel you come for me.”

And Elphaba crashes over the edge with a near-scream.

Stars flash behind her eyelids as she falls apart, only being held up by Galinda’s hand on her hip. Tears fall as pleasure races up her body. She babbles on without even realizing. “Please, please, fill me—I want it, I want it, please—” She can feel her walls fluttering, squeezing around Galinda’s cock with each wave that pulses through her.

“F-fuck, Elphie, you feel—” Galinda’s hips stutter, and the hand on her back moves up to grasp tightly at her hip to pull her back messily onto them. Their other hand stays on Elphaba’s clit, and it’s almost too much—it is too much, it’s—“Baby, I—fuck, Elphie!”

Their hand leaves her clit, but she doesn’t even need it, her second orgasm crashing into a third as she feels Galinda’s hands hold her in place while they spill into her. “Yes, yes, yes,” she sobs into the mattress, stomach clenching as she pulls every drop she can from her Alpha’s cock. She was full before, but now she is bred, can feel the streams of Galinda’s come shooting inside her with each jerk of the Alpha’s hips.

With a groan, Galinda collapses forward against her back, one arm moving to wrap around her waist. Elphaba’s breath is still shaky and stuttering as she comes back to the present, as her mind slowly starts to clear. She feels Galinda kiss her back and move to turn them, so she allows them to pull her to the side until they are spooned behind her. Their warm breath ghosts over the back of her neck. The contrast with the suddenly-cool air of the room makes her shiver, so her Alpha reaches to pull a blanket over them both.

They stay like this for a long moment, minutes passing where the only sound in the room is their shared breathing as they slowly calm down. Eventually, Elphaba wants more closeness, so she reluctantly shifts until Galinda slides out of her so she can turn and curl against her Alpha’s chest.

“I love you,” she murmurs. “Happy anniversary.”

Galinda breathes out a laugh above her head. “Happy anniversary, darling. I love you.” They press a kiss to Elphaba’s hair as they hold her, and she lets out a content sigh against their neck.

Another long moment passes before she remembers something. “So, what’s my actual present?”

Another, more full laugh sounds from the Alpha. “Why don’t I show you tomorrow, my love? I think you’re about to pass out.”

Elphaba hums, not arguing as her eyes are indeed closed. But she still has more to say. “I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything. Even though we agreed to no gifts.”

“Oh, Elphie,” Galinda sighs, pulling back enough to coax Elphaba to open her eyes and meet their gaze. “You do realize a baby with you would be better than any other possible gift, don’t you?”

Elphaba hums again, feeling a warm smile spread on her face. She hadn’t intended it that way, but it works. “That’s very true. I’m the best gift-giver. It’s official.”

Galinda tosses their head back with a cackle before leaning forward for a gentle kiss. “You’re so silly when you’re exhausted.”

“Yes, I’m hilarious,” Elphaba says dryly. She kisses them again, then nuzzles in close once more. “Now hold me, darling. We need to rest up for all the practice ahead of us.”

(If this follows Stuck Safe verse, for now I'm going to ignore Fiyero's existence because that's a complicated situation I don't have the time or mental energy to figure out just yet. So pretend this is sometime after Intermission, but before the melting. First time they've seen each other since Defying Gravity.)

It starts out of desperation.

Elphaba has just barely been able to manage her cycle since becoming Oz's Wicked Witch. She'd stretch out whatever suppressants she did have, and when her heat would finally catch up to her, she'd get lucky--she'd come across a pharmacy she could break into, a doctor she could persuade (after disguising herself a considerate amount). There'd been one time when she'd found another actual Omega and--guiltily, knowing how difficult they could be to come across--swiped some, leaving a few coins in their place. As long as she caught it early enough, her heat would end before it had truly begun, and she'd repeat the process for months at a time.

Apparently, her luck only lasted about three years.

It's been days since her heat started, and there's been no trace of Omega suppressants anywhere. Her body seems to be seeking revenge for its poor treatment, as it struck her quickly and harshly.

When she first attempts to take care of it herself, like she had in her Shiz dorm room all those years ago, she tries her damnedest not to think of blonde hair, brown eyes, that scent of vanilla and caramel--because she can't have it, because she can't have her without putting both of them in danger, without risking the new life she knows her Alpha has built in the Emerald Palace. But she can't help it, and the thoughts come unbidden, and the mating Mark on her neck burns as she comes desperately around her own fingers.

Of course, it doesn't work, and so she tries--again and again. Four fingers are nothing compared to the feeling of her Alpha's knot, nails digging into her Mark do not equate to her Alpha's mouth on her skin. She comes, and comes, until she reaches the point where nothing can bring her over that edge anymore.

And the pain.

At first, the pain comes and goes in waves, sometimes briefly--but mildly, never completely--sated by an orgasm. But the fifth day brings the cramps to an all-encompassing ache, one that brings tears to her eyes.

(She hasn't cried in years, she hasn't allowed herself. So, once the first drop falls, a torrent of emotions comes with it that has her sobbing as loudly as she dares, curled up on the floor of the abandoned building she's holed up in.)

She briefly thinks of another option: she knows there are brothels she could find, ones that have Alpha workers. But the thought of anyone but her Alpha on top of her, inside her--combined with the cramps, it's enough to make her retch. Her Mark pulses sharply, her body shivers with revulsion, and she knows that is not a true option.

She has to find her.

She can barely stay on the broom, head foggy with the haze of pain, but she flies for over an hour. It's impossible to ignore the pressure between her legs, and the tears make it difficult to see into the many windows of the Palace.

But she finds her.

The mere sight of blonde curls sends a pulse through her body that has her crashing onto the balcony. And it's truly crashing, not graceful in the slightest as she tumbles and lands on her side. She swears that, even from outside, she can smell that vanilla-caramel scent, and it has her absolutely throbbing between her legs. She is barely able to make it to her knees, arms wrapped around her stomach in pain.

Her vision is hazy, and she can't see any movement in her peripheral vision. She's doubled over, biting her lip to keep from groaning, and hopes to God or Lurline or Whoever that she's truly found the right room, that nobody but her Alpha has heard her clumsy arrival.

Then, after what feels like hours but has probably been merely a few clock-ticks, the light shifts in front of her--the balcony doors open. She peers upwards through her tears, sees a figure cast in shadow standing in the doorway. That scent is definitely real now, vanilla and caramel wafting over her. She swallows down a sob and just barely manages to croak out: