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“Isn’t that right Mrs Upland?”
“Indeed.” Galinda replied confidently, despite not knowing what she was agreeing to. Whoever had decided to schedule a meeting this late in the day was no longer her friend. The senior team continued to talk amongst themselves, and she found her thoughts drifting away from the conversation happening before her. She could see their mouths moving but the words weren’t reaching her ears. It didn’t worry her though, she was sure in her ability to feign interest.
Galinda resumed watching the second-hand of the clock guide the larger hand ever closer to the end of the working day. Her foot tapped impatiently against the wooden floor of the meeting room. With each full rotation it brought her a clock-tick closer to freedom.
When the stubborn hand finally reached the 12 o’clock position she rose quickly from her seat, the chair scraped noisily as she slid it out from underneath her.
The client startled at her sudden movement and Morrible sent her a warning glance across the table.
“As always, it’s been a pleasure, Oscar.” Morrible drawled seductively, reaching out to stroke at his forearm with her spindly wrinkled fingers. Galinda shuddered. Gross. “Galinda will begin working on the updates and will send them over to you first thing Monday morning. Right, Dearie?” It was said with a tone that left no room for interpretation.
Galinda bit her tongue and steeled her expression.
“Yes, of course. I’ll make it my priority.” She forced a sweet smile in Oscar’s direction. “It’s been a delight having you here.” She did her best to stop the sarcasm from dripping into her voice and extended a confident hand across the table to seal the deal.
“Galinda, as always it’s a pleasure working with you.” Galinda tried not to gag, but nodded, keeping her mouth firmly closed in a tight smile, lest anything try to escape without her permission as she made physical contact with the man before her.
“I’ll see you out.” Morrible finished and Galinda took her cue to break the long drawn-out handshake, which was at this point less of a shake and more of a heavy, desperate grasp on his part. She waited until the pair had left the meeting room before hastily wiping her palm on her trousers. Oscar’s hand was more than damp; his brow had been profusely sweating for the entirety of the meeting.
Galinda stayed in her position, facing the door in which they left from. The overhead door closer creaked as the hydraulic system slowly settled it into the frame with a clunk. The moment it was shut, Galinda flipped Morrible off with both hands.
She knew it was childish, but she immediately felt better. Piling her laptop and notebook in her arms, she made her way out of the stifling meeting space and grabbed the rest of her things so that she could leave.
Despite wanting to be out of the office as soon as possible, she was in no hurry to get home. Elphaba had text to say she was working late and would likely miss dinner too. Galinda tried not to take it personally, but with them both in their busiest periods of work, it was getting increasingly difficult to spend time together.
When she returned upstairs to the office, it was a ghost town. Likely everyone had fled as soon as the clock struck five. That was usually the case. An entire team poised and ready like sprinters in their starting blocks waiting for the gun.
She sighed. Sometimes it felt like she was the only person that cared. She was thankful though that no-one would grab her to make small talk. All she wanted to do was leave. With her bag slung over one shoulder and her water flask in her hand, she made her way down the corridor to poke her head into Morrible’s office. It was empty. Galinda resisted the urge to fist pump in triumph. It’s the little things.
She already felt lighter, maybe the day wasn’t a complete write off. She had an extra skip in her step as she walked out into the heat of the late summer towards her car.
* * * * * * * *
When Galinda pulled onto the driveway, she was greeted with the sight of Elphaba’s car.
Wondering why she was home so early, she trudged up the drive towards the door. There was music coming from inside. When she heard the familiar sound of Elphaba singing along to the radio through the open window, her body instantly softened and the stress dissipated from her bones.
As she pushed the door open, she was hit with the aroma of fresh garlic sauteing in a pan and the louder melodious humming coming from the kitchen. Galinda couldn’t hold back her smile as she hung her bag on the hook and slipped off her shoes.
She danced across the carpet in her socks and peered into the shared kitchen. Elphaba was chopping an onion and throwing the diced pieces into the sizzling pan. Over the noise of the cooking, it seemed like she hadn’t heard Galinda approach.
Her feet slipped against the kitchen tile as she came up behind Elphaba and threw her arms around her waist, breathing in her scent.
“Oz, I missed you.” She sighed, snuggling against her wife’s back.
Elphaba didn’t flinch and Galinda knew then that she must have heard her car pull up.
“Hello, My Sweet.” She cooed, turning in Galinda’s arms briefly to press a kiss upon the top of blonde curls. “How was your day?” Much to Galinda’s chagrin, Elphaba pulled away to finish prepping the vegetables.
Galinda pushed herself up to sit on the counter beside her.
“Had Oscar in today. He gave me the wettest handshake of my life.” Galinda held her hand out limply in front of Elphaba, looking at it with disgust. Elphaba leaned over to place a gentle kiss on the back of it, briefly pausing the chopping to smile sweetly up at her wife.
Until she pulled back quickly in revulsion.
“You washed it right?” Elphaba side eyed her.
“Elphie!” Galinda gasped. “Of course I did, who do you take me for!” She continued. “You know, Morrible told him he can have those changes first thing Monday. It’s Friday Elphie. I’m going to have to work this weekend now in order to get it finished in time.” She grumbled, swinging her legs against the cupboards below. “I flipped her off behind her back though.” Her expression changed to a smug one, lips quirking upwards.
Elphaba laughed loudly, unrestrained.
“It’s just like you to be the bigger person.” She teased, poking Galinda’s thigh with the end of the wooden spoon.
Galinda reacted with mock offence. “No need to be sarcastic, Darling.” The song changed on the radio and Galinda watched peacefully for a moment as Elphaba stirred the Ragù. She smiled fondly as Elphaba raided the spice cupboard and tossed her own special combination into the bubbling sauce.
She loved her life. Being married to Elphaba was like nothing she ever could have dreamed of. It was so much more. Her heart was ready to burst with the love it held. Especially in the soft moments such as these.
“Can I help?” Galinda asked, eager to ease the load.
“You could make a start on the roux if you like?” Elphaba said cautiously, one eyebrow raised in curiosity. Galinda rarely offered to help her cook. She was usually more of a hinderance than a help. On more than one occasion she had set fire to something. Galinda could burn cereal if she tried hard enough.
She hopped off the counter and reached up on tiptoes to grab the flour from the baking cupboard. It slammed heavily down onto the marble worktop and Elphaba flinched. Here we go. She thought to herself.
Galinda found a small pan and settled it onto the free hob space next to Elphaba’s, spooning a generous heap of butter into the bottom. It quickly lost its rigid structure as it melted down against the gentle heat warming it from the underside.
“Galinda.” Elphaba warned, “you didn’t weigh the butter.”
“It’s fine, I’m just going to do it by eye.” She waved her hand, brushing her off. Elphaba pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep, steadying breath.
“Haven’t you heard of the golden ratio?” She asked, daring to open just one eye but wincing instantly as she watched Galinda wildly pour the flour into the pan on top of the melted fat.
“You’re doing it wrong.” Elphaba tried to say softly, reaching out as if to intervene.
“I can do it!” Galinda snatched the pan away, leaning over and guarding her Oz awful attempt at making the thickening base for the sauce.
“Please, Glin, let me just…” Galinda gasped as the mixture quickly started to stick to the base of the pan. As fast as she tried to stir it, it only got more stuck and began to turn from golden brown to black as it burnt.
“No!” She cried. Elphaba tried to choke back a laugh. “No!” Again, she huffed. “I thought I could do it.”
“Here, let me.” Elphaba turned down the heat and settled a lid over her pan to allow it to simmer. She placed Galinda’s burnt mess into the sink and filled it with hot water and soap to aid the cleaning process later.
She pulled out a fresh pan and set it once again upon the hob but not turning it on.
Galinda’s bottom lip wobbled. “I just wanted to help.” She said sadly, wrapping her arms around her waist in a protective manner.
“Come here.” Elphaba opened her arms and Galinda melted into her embrace. She nuzzled her head into her wife’s chest. Elphaba pulled back. “I’m just going to pop you back up here, and you can do the very important job of keeping me company whilst I finish.”
Galinda grumbled but allowed Elphaba to bend and slip her hands under her thighs. She lifted her up easily onto the counter without flinching. Galinda had to admit that she swooned a little. Her cheeks flushed pink.
“You’re so strong.” She cooed, squeezing at Elphaba’s biceps playfully.
Elphaba was busy making a second attempt at the darned roux, mixing it together with ease and forming the base she needed within seconds. The weighing and golden ratio proving important after all.
“Don’t distract me.” She warned, pulling her arm from Galinda’s grasp.
“That is below me, Elphaba.” She said proudly. “I would never do such a thing.”
But it did give her an idea.
“I’m just going to go and get changed into something more comfortable.” She announced, slipping down from the counter and padding across the cool tiles.
Elphaba just hummed in acknowledgment, far too busy pouring milk into the pan to pay her much attention.
When she returned, she hopped back into her place on the worktop. Elphaba was assembling the dish now, preparing it ready to go into the oven. Perfect timing, Galinda thought.
“Elphie.” She purred. “Have I always had this mark next to my belly button?” She asked, lifting her top and tapping Elphaba on the shoulder to get her attention.
“What mark?” Elphaba asked, only half engaged, focussing entirely on her layering.
She grabbed Elphaba’s free hand and placed it on the soft skin of her stomach. “Here.” She urged, pressing Elphaba’s palm against her.
Galinda smiled smugly when she heard Elphaba’s breath catch and she resisted the urge to cheer when she rested the spoon against the edge of the pan.
Elphaba gazed closely at the exposed skin, inspecting it with her fingers.
“I can’t see anything?” It was Galinda’s turn to take a sharp intake of breath as Elphaba placed a gentle kiss on her stomach and her hands settled tightly at her hips.
“Oh, maybe it’s nothing then.” Galinda shrugged, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
Elphaba moved to stand between her legs and Galinda took the opportunity to wrap them around Elphaba’s hips, effectively locking her in place. Elphaba’s hands traced the soft skin of Galinda’s thighs, scratching gently with her nails.
“I know what you’re doing.” She said against Galinda’s neck, leaning in to press a wet kiss against the sensitive skin. Galinda’s legs tightened. “Just let me get this in the oven, and then we can continue this.”
“Is that a promise?” Galinda said sultrily, batting her eyelashes at her wife.
“Always.” Elphaba replied and pulled away, ignoring Galinda’s protests.
She quickly assembled the remaining layers of the dish and all but threw it into the oven, pressing the silver buttons to set the timer. Galinda was secretly glad, because despite being incredibly hungry to have Elphaba’s hands upon her body, she was also just hungry in general and would hate for the dinner to end up burnt.
“Come here, Elphie.” She asked, perched in her spot. Arms open.
“Let me just tidy up quickly.” Galinda pouted.
“No, please. You said!” She whined. Elphaba placed a quick kiss against her pouting lips but moved towards the sink to start working on the dishes that had quickly piled up during the cooking process.
“It won’t take me long.” Elphaba offered. “Then I’m all yours.” She said over her shoulder.
Galinda fidgeted on the counter as Elphaba worked.
“If you helped me, it would only take half of the time.” She mentioned. Galinda huffed.
“I could, but it’s a lot more fun watching you do it.”
“Naturally.” Elphaba replied, almost elbow deep in bubbles and working her way through the load.
Due to the sloshing of the water, Elphaba didn’t hear the rustling of fabric as Galinda lithely pulled her shirt over her head.
Elphaba also didn’t notice as she leaned back onto the counter with one hand, the other spreading her legs and trailing down her open thighs. She smirked to herself, feeling quite proud of her little ploy. Call her desperate, call her needy. She didn’t care. Galinda took great enjoyment in flustering Elphaba, it was her favourite pastime.
Elphaba didn’t notice when Galinda moved her hands to her chest, squeezing gently over the cups of her bra and sighing softly when her hand slipped beneath the fabric to pinch gently at her nipple.
And Elphaba still remained oblivious as Galinda’s hand trailed down her taught stomach and slipped beneath the fabric of her sleep shorts. She pressed her hand against herself, bucking up into the pleasant pressure against her clit. As Elphaba placed the final dish onto the drying rack, she decided to up it a notch and pushed her hand into the lace fabric of her underwear, gasping as she was met with impossibly smooth skin and a distinct slickness already present.
Galinda pressed harder this time, her fingers slipping between parted lips as she gasped Elphaba's name. Softly, but loud enough to be heard over the radio.
Galinda had to stifle a laugh as her wife's head whipped around so fast, she would likely suffer for it in the morning. When Elphaba's eyes met her own, Galinda gulped. She threw the tea towel down behind her, not caring where it landed and stalked towards Galinda who could not contain her squeal of excitement.
Elphaba stepped between her open legs and pressed herself against her. Taking in a harsh breath as she felt Galinda's fingers wiggle against her stomach as she touched herself.
"Strip." She commanded, whispering hotly against the shell of Galinda's ear.
Elphaba stepped back to drink her in. Galinda withdrew her hand coyly from her shorts. Her fingers glistened in the light, showcasing her desire. She pushed them towards Elphaba’s lips and she eagerly opened her mouth, swirling her tongue around the digits before Galinda pulled back and reached behind her back to unclasp her pink bra. It fell noisily onto the worktop.
She shivered as the cool air of the room settled against her exposed skin.
“You look so pretty.” Elphaba hummed, stepping forwards to pull Galinda into a heated kiss. The blonde moaned when she tasted herself on her lips. Elphaba's hands cradled her jaw and Galinda’s arms wrapped around her neck, drawing her in closer, legs wrapping sinfully around her waist for a second time that evening.
Her hips ground against Elphaba’s stomach, trying to build up a rhythm. Whilst it wasn’t enough to bring her to climax, the pressure against her clit felt delightful and she panted into Elphaba’s mouth.
“Touch me.” She whimpered as Elphaba broke the kiss to trail her lips down the column of her throat, biting gently at her pulse point. Her hands left Galinda’s jaw and landed straight on her breasts, squeezing at the supple flesh. Elphaba’s thumbs brushed across her nipples and Galinda cried out, throwing her head back.
“More.” She gasped, pawing at Elphaba’s hands and encouraging them to travel down her body. But Elphaba teased.
“No, I think you should continue what you started.” And with that she pulled away. Galinda pouted. This was becoming a regular habit. She had half a mind to pull the same moves on Elphaba that she did on Morrible earlier that day. But someone had to be the bigger person.
Obviously, it was her.
Her hands followed the path that she wished Elphaba’s would have taken, tickling across her ribs and swiping across her stomach before settling on the waistband of her shorts. Elphaba’s eyes were so dark she could barely see any of the green behind her pupils.
“I want to watch you.” She encouraged, urging her wife to move.
“As you wish.” Galinda said smugly. She spread her legs wider and propped her heels up on the cupboard handles.
“Wait.” Elphaba said, moving forwards. “Take these off.” She pulled at the pink pyjama shorts, tugging them down.
“Elphie,” Galinda hissed. “What about the counter?”
“Shh, you look so gorgeous like this.” She encouraged Galinda to lift her hips and slid the shorts out from underneath her. She winced slightly as her bottom made contact with the marble surface.
“Continue.” Elphaba instructed but stayed close this time. There was just enough room between them for Galinda to press her fingers into her heat. Elphaba could feel every movement directly against her stomach.
Elphaba kissed her hard, whispering mindless praise every time she pulled back for a breath. “Fuck, Galinda, I can hear how wet you are. You’re so beautiful. You’re doing such a good job.”
Revelling in the praise, Galinda sped up the movements of her fingers against her swollen clit only stopping to push two fingers inside of herself. She cried out as she curled them exactly how she liked it.
She could feel her orgasm building rapidly, especially with Elphaba continuing to tell her how well she was doing.
“Make yourself come.” She moaned breathlessly, clearly affected by Galinda’s show, her own hand coming to assist Galinda’s in rubbing circles against her, the other, twisting her nipple almost painfully as she neared her orgasm.
The oven beeped.
Elphaba pulled away abruptly.
“Stop.” She commanded.
“No!” Galinda shouted. “What?! Elphaba.” She growled her name.
“I said stop.” She reached forward to still Galinda’s hand. Galinda screamed in frustration and scowled at her wife. But Elphaba pretended not to notice as she pulled the steaming hot lasagne from the oven.
Galinda grumpily jumped down from the countertop and slipped back into her shirt and shorts. Wincing as the cooled damp fabric brushed against her hot skin.
“You!” She said crossly, folding her arms in a way that looked like she meant business.
“Sorry, My Sweet. I had to get the food out before it burnt.” She smirked. Thriving on the power trip she got from edging her wife.
“You’ve got to stop doing this.” Galinda whined. “Edging is only fun if you actually get to come afterwards, Elphaba.”
“Let’s have dinner and then I promise I’ll make it up to you.” She gestured towards the dining room. “Will you sit?”
Galinda had to admit that she swooned a little when she entered the room. Elphaba had dressed their modest table with a patterned tablecloth and had lit colourful candles, setting them all around the space on every flat surface. The placemats were carefully arranged, and the cutlery was laid like they were dining at a fancy restaurant.
“You’re so sweet, Elphie.” She said softly.
“I wanted to surprise you. We’ve both been working so hard lately and I thought it would be nice to have some quality time together.”
“It is. I’m sorry I ruined your dinner with my antics.” She bumped her shoulder against Elphaba’s, sliding her hand around her waist as she admired her handywork.
"I adore your antics, and I adore you." Elphaba smiled.
The lasagne sat proudly in the middle of the table. Elphaba pulled out a chair and gestured for Galinda to sit.
“I’ll let you do the honours.” She said, handing her wife the large stainless steel serving spoon. Galinda heaped a generous portion into her dish, but Elphaba caught her eyeing it curiously.
“Erm, Elphie.” She started, pausing, looking like she was searching for the right words. “I think there’s something vital missing from this lasagne.”
Elphaba dropped the serving spoon into the cast iron dish with a clatter. The colour drained from her face.
“Shit.” She cursed.
Galinda burst out laughing, gripping at her sides as she wheezed in pain.
“You-forgot-the-” she struggled to finish her sentence “-the-pasta!”
“This is your fault!” Elphaba groaned. “Sitting up on the counter, distracting me.”
“Elphie!” Galinda mock gasped. “And you suggested that I couldn’t cook.”
Elphaba stood, flinging her chair back behind her. Galinda stopped laughing instantly.
“Come here.” She grinned almost manically, beginning to circle around the table towards Galinda.
“You can’t blame this on me!” She complained, leaving her own chair and slowly beginning to take some steps to move around the other side of the table. Keeping an object between them seemed wise whilst Elphaba stalked her playfully.
Galinda seized her moment. She lifted her shirt, flashing her breasts, which stunned Elphaba for half a second. Then, she ran. She squealed as she made her way through the house, Elphaba hot on her heels, both of them gasping for breaths between uncontrollable laughter.
She eventually caught her and Galinda threw up her hands in surrender. She bit her lip coyly. Elphaba surged towards her and wrapped her strong arms around her thighs, hoisting her up over her shoulder.
Galinda screamed and swatted at her. “Put me down!”
“Right here?” Elphaba teased, pretending to drop her in the middle of the hallway.
“No!” She squealed. “Preferably somewhere soft.” Her words were muffled against the shirt covering Elphaba’s back, she grasped tightly at the fabric in fear of being dropped.
Galinda only relaxed once she was set down carefully onto the plush bedding. Elphaba eyed her curiously, taking a note of the flush that had settled firmly on both cheeks. Galinda wasn’t certain if it was from being upside down, or from the desire she could feel in every fibre of her being.
“Come here, baby.” She beckoned, reaching out towards her wife. Elphaba settled over her, pushing Galinda down against the pillows. She went eagerly, altogether ready to surrender herself.
She traced the strong muscles of Elphaba’s forearms, fingers dancing along the veins and up to squeeze at her biceps. Elphaba leaned down to kiss her and Galinda only pulled her in closer, hands crossing around the back of her neck.
It was open, wet, messy. And it only made Galinda burn hotter.
“Please, Elphaba.” She begged. It should be unbecoming, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She grabbed roughly at Elphaba’s wrist, pushing her hand down her body, lifting her hips to grind against anything she could find some friction in.
Elphaba didn't play. Galinda meant to thank her, but she lost all trail of thought when her confident fingers slid deftly against her heat. She knew she was dripping. Had been since they were cooking dinner. Her fingers dipped towards her entrance, gathering the slick there and dragged it up towards her clit. There was no friction at all. The touch did little to soothe the burning.
“Oz, you’re soaked Glin.” She hummed and Galinda melted further under her touch.
“You really want this.” Not a question a statement, said through a moan of its own.
“Obviously.” Galinda answered anyway, firm and through gritted teeth. She was already breathless and her thighs threatened to tighten around Elphaba’s hand, ensuring it stayed where it was rubbing soft circles against her.
“I can stop?” Elphaba smirked,
“Don’t you dare.” She whined, pulling her wife in closer.
With that, Elphaba pushed two fingers inside her. Pausing for a moment to make sure she was comfortable and had a second to adjust. She pressed a series of kisses against the blonde’s neck, sweeping her hair to one side. When Galinda nodded, Elphaba felt it against the side of her face and she began pumping her fingers in a steady, but slow rhythm. Her head thrashed against the sheets as Elphaba increased her pace, working her towards her orgasm.
Sensing she needed more, Elphaba withdrew her fingers slightly and slid her pointer finger upwards, curling it so that with every thrust, her knuckle brushed across Galinda’s swollen clit.
She kissed her again, hard, but Galinda was unable to keep up, instead moaning freely into her open mouth. Elphaba was moaning too, between each mouthful of praise.
“You feel so good.”
“You’re so tight, I can feel you squeezing my fingers.”
“Are you going to come?”
Galinda was unable to answer. She couldn’t think, only feel, losing herself with the way that Elphaba knew exactly how to bring her to the edge. Her hands tangled in Elphie’s hair, and Elphaba couldn’t help but shudder at the gasp that escaped her lips as she completely surrendered herself to her.
Their shared moans reverberated off the bedroom walls as Galinda tumbled over the edge. Her body tightened and she went completely stiff and silent as she came, her orgasm washing over her in the waves of pleasure that Elphaba drew skilfully from her.
“Elphaba.” She giggled. “You’re so good at that.” Blushing despite the intimate moment they’d just shared.
Elphaba pressed a chaste kiss against her cheek and collapsed down on the bed next to her. Galinda snuggled into her chest, throwing a leg across the other girl’s waist.
“Better than any lasagne. Pasta or no pasta.” Galinda teased.
Elphaba just groaned.