A Little More Girly
Written for wickedchallenge, prompt: "someone catches Elphie/Glinda kissing. (musicalverse)".
Rating: Light PG
World: musical (obviously)
Pairings: Galinda/Fiyero and Elphaba/Fiyero (did you see that coming from the prompt?...I interpreted it quite loosely)
Lunchtime. Fiyero lounged back in his seat, lazily defending his bowl of potato gems from the other boys as he kept one eye on the door. The hour was almost up before his fortitude was rewarded and Galinda finally appeared; surrounded, as usual, by a gaggle of chattering girls.
He watched in amusement as several rounds of cheek-kissing ensued, all of Galinda’s friends dispersing until only one remained - and not necessarily by choice: Galinda’s arm was linked into hers so tightly that it looked as if the girl was being held hostage. She stiffened uncomfortably when Galinda leaned closer to her to say something, reluctantly turning her ear to listen better, and thus allowing Fiyero to catch a glimpse of her face.
Ah, it was her, the green one. Galinda’s roommate. Elph...something. Elphie, he recalled Galinda calling her, but this was obviously a nickname, and quite likely one that ‘Elphie’ didn’t exactly appreciate. Her face was stony as Galinda babbled on, obliviously cheerful, and Fiyero saw her roll her eyes when Galinda suddenly spotted him and squealed, giving him a wave.
He waved back, signaling her over. “Bring her too,” he mouthed. Galinda nodded, turning to Elphie who listened solemnly for three seconds before shaking her head quite firmly. Galinda pleaded for a few minutes, but Elphie showed no sign of backing down; being well accustomed to Galinda’s persuasiveness, Fiyero had to admire her resolve. Finally, Galinda sighed, dejected, then abruptly pounced on Elphie and kissed her profusely on both cheeks before prancing over to the serving counter without a backwards glance.
Fiyero almost laughed aloud at the thunderstruck look on Elphie’s face. He did laugh aloud when she reached a hand up to wipe her cheek. Too loudly - or Elphie had an uncanny sixth sense. She caught his eye and glared so vehemently that Fiyero wouldn’t have been surprised if his lunch had been transformed into instant flambé - or if he had spontaneously combusted himself. He continued to watch her, however, not bothering to suppress his grin as she whirled around and stalked off, easily blazing a trail through the crowded refectory.
“She wouldn’t join us, she has to study.” Galinda suddenly swooped down on him, settling on his lap with a kiss before (thankfully) sliding onto the next seat. She sighed morosely, helping herself to his potatoes. “Oh, these are so greasy - don’t let me eat too many, I’m watching my figure.”
“So are we,” one of the other boys piped up. Several wolf-whistles followed, and Galinda pretended to look tremendously affronted.
“Oh, stop it - Fiyero, make them stop.”
“As long as all they do is watch,” he laughed, kissing her. Turning her cheek with a huff, Galinda speared a leaf from her salad.
“Anyway,” she continued, as if her flow had never been broken, “did you happen to see what Elphie was wearing?”
“Uh...” Fiyero frowned, trying to remember anything below that formidable face, which had incinerated him so neatly, dark eyes glittering - say, didn’t she normally wear glasses?
Again, he was very glad that Galinda had not remained on his lap. Blissfully unaware of his predicament, she delicately spat out a cherry pit, sighing resignedly. “I lent her a blouse of mine, and it actually really suits her! I’m trying to help her be more girly, so she can fit in a little better, you know?”
Fiyero stuffed three gems into his mouth to stifle another laugh. “And how is she taking this?”
“Oh, she’ll come around eventually,” Galinda said decisively. “Once she gets a boyfriend. You know, she’s never had one at all? Don’t tell anyone I told you that! But honestly Fiyero, she’s so pretty, really she is! She just needs some help in learning how to show off her looks properly. I predict that she’ll be beating the boys off with a stick before the week is out, if she sticks to my plan.”
“You have a plan?” Fiyero asked, amused.
“Oh yes. I’ve already decided all her outfits for the next three days,” said Galinda proudly. “I thought I’d work up to hair and make-up a little slower, she’s still a bit hopeless in that regard. It’s so much fun!”
“Is she your roommate, or your project?” Fiyero asked wryly, and Galinda’s mouth fell open in well-perfected outrage.
“She’s my friend! This is what girls do!” She hastily downed the rest of her juice when the bell shrilled throughout the campus. “Oh bother, they never give us long enough,” she sulked, then gave Fiyero another kiss as she leapt to her feet. “I’m going to see if I can convince her to unbraid her hair in sorcery. Keep your eyes peeled in history, you mayn’t recognize her!”
She kissed Fiyero one last time before trotting off, collecting so many girls along that way that it appeared almost to be a mass exodus of the dining hall.
“Mate, she may be hot, but your girlfriend’s loopy as batshit,” one of the other boys at the table commented. “That green one’s a lost cause.”
“Yeah, Galinda can dress her up all she likes, she’s still green.”
But did that really matter? Fiyero dusted off his plate, wisely keeping his thoughts to himself. Instead, he gave a casual shrug. “Whatever, let Galinda have her fun. She’ll be bored before the week is out,” he laughed. “Anyway, you know, the green’s not that weird once you get used to seeing it. It’s almost kind of exotic -”
“What, like a rare species of toad??”
One of the others clapped Fiyero heartily across the back. “’Exotic’, eh? Maybe you’re the one she’ll be beating off with a stick.”
“Ah, fuck off.” Fiyero tossed Galinda’s cherry pips at his friends. “She’s Galinda’s friend, come on, I have to at least be nice.”
“Nice,” one of the boys raised an eyebrow. “All night long, in your private suite?”
“Oh, Elphaba! Yes! Yes!!”
Elphaba. That was her name.
“Better be careful ‘Yero, one kiss and she’d turn you into a frog.”
Fiyero cuffed his friend across the back of his head. “Hey, you’re the one who sits next to her in linguification. Perhaps we should be checking your toes for webbing...”
“Bastard, you know it’s a full class.” He punched Fiyero. “She’s fucking smart, but. As long as I can copy her answers, I’m fine with risking a few warts.”
“In that case, I’ll have to commandeer the seat on the other side,” Fiyero grinned. “I’d rather get kicked out of here on my own merits than due to academic probation.”
With that, the conversation easily slid off Elphaba and onto Fiyero’s past hijinks. Fiyero quite forgot all about her until he sauntered into the history room three quarters of an hour later: Elphaba was already at her desk by the window, writing furiously. Her hair, he noted, was still tied back, but a length of gold ribbon had been threaded into the braid.
“My, I am popular today,” she commented without bothering to cease writing, let alone look up, when Fiyero slid into the oft-vacant seat beside her. “Galinda has already claimed that seat as her own, and we both know that she isn’t terribly well-versed in the complexities of not getting her own way.”
“Oh, I’d say she’s getting a crash course in such matters.” Fiyero tweaked Elphaba’s braid and she jerked away, giving him another sexy-as-fuck scowl.
“Did I expressly ask you to bother me? Has someone pinned a witty sign to my back again? Or are you just giving me a crash course in what an ass you are?” She tapped her pen impatiently against the edge of her inkwell, as if awaiting his response.
“Lighten up a little.” Fiyero plucked the pen from her fingers, twirling it. “You can’t study all the time, Elphaba.”
He resisted the urge to repeat her name a few more times; it sounded even hotter aloud than it did in his head. El-pha-ba. Pure class, with a dash of sex. Much better than that childish ‘Elphie’ which Galinda had saddled her with.
“Just because I happen to be finishing some work right now does not mean that I study ‘all the time’,” she snapped. “With that logic, I could berate you for wearing blue polo shirts ‘all the time’, because you are wearing one now.”
“Oh! My two favorite people!” Galinda skipped into the room. “Shove over dearest, I promised Elphie I’d sit beside her.”
Elphaba smirked and Fiyero sat down in his new seat quickly, folding his jacket across his lap - it was never worth arguing with Galinda. Fortunately, the rest of the class began to trickle in at that point, so he turned his complete attention to the bubbly blonde beside him, not wanting to remind the other boys of the rumors they had been busting to start.
“Do you like her hair?” Galinda hissed. “I’ll have it loose soon enough, mark my words.”
“Why?”
“It’ll look pretty,” Galinda explained patiently.
“But...” Fiyero struggled to find the words, to explain that Elphaba already had something about her, which transcended leaving her hair loose and dressing like all the other girls, without sounding like he had a crush on her, which he emphatically did not. That she already was beautiful, in her way - and that this was because of her uniqueness, not in spite of it. “She doesn’t need it, Galinda.”
Apparently, this had sounded much clearer in his head. Galinda’s mouth fell open, her eyes narrowing indignantly.
“You’re as bad as Pfannee and Shenshen!” she whispered angrily. “They don’t see why I bother either, they say nothing will help - well, I think you’re all hateful! She’s beautiful, and you’re going to see -”
“Alright class, settle down.” Dr. Dillamond pawed the floorboards several times, clearing his throat loudly as a dozen different conversations reluctantly dwindled into silence. Galinda huffily moved her seat closer to Elphaba, and proceeded to ignore Fiyero for the rest of the lesson, until she grudgingly let him walk her to the library. Elphaba didn’t join them, yet Fiyero still gave Galinda only the briefest of kisses when they parted, before hurrying back to his room.
He locked his door and loosened his trousers, and tried to think of Galinda, and only of Galinda. She was his girlfriend: his curvaceous, chirpy, smiling, fair-skinned girlfriend. Unfriendly Elphaba was jagged, glowering, and irritable.
All of which he found strangely irresistible.
However, she was also green, and though he was quite popular, he was still more or less the new boy. He had to completely establish his position in the college pecking order before he could risk losing it, so he forced his mind to return to Galinda.
Idly, he wondered how her latest mission was panning out...whether Elphaba’s hair was flowing loosely down her back yet, or still tightly plaited...not that it mattered, but he imagined she would look just as striking with her hair loose as she did with it tied back.
He sent Galinda a brief wish of luck, hoping she would succeed. Not for his sake - but it would make Galinda happy. And that, of course, was what counted the most.
Rating: Light PG
World: musical (obviously)
Pairings: Galinda/Fiyero and Elphaba/Fiyero (did you see that coming from the prompt?...I interpreted it quite loosely)
Lunchtime. Fiyero lounged back in his seat, lazily defending his bowl of potato gems from the other boys as he kept one eye on the door. The hour was almost up before his fortitude was rewarded and Galinda finally appeared; surrounded, as usual, by a gaggle of chattering girls.
He watched in amusement as several rounds of cheek-kissing ensued, all of Galinda’s friends dispersing until only one remained - and not necessarily by choice: Galinda’s arm was linked into hers so tightly that it looked as if the girl was being held hostage. She stiffened uncomfortably when Galinda leaned closer to her to say something, reluctantly turning her ear to listen better, and thus allowing Fiyero to catch a glimpse of her face.
Ah, it was her, the green one. Galinda’s roommate. Elph...something. Elphie, he recalled Galinda calling her, but this was obviously a nickname, and quite likely one that ‘Elphie’ didn’t exactly appreciate. Her face was stony as Galinda babbled on, obliviously cheerful, and Fiyero saw her roll her eyes when Galinda suddenly spotted him and squealed, giving him a wave.
He waved back, signaling her over. “Bring her too,” he mouthed. Galinda nodded, turning to Elphie who listened solemnly for three seconds before shaking her head quite firmly. Galinda pleaded for a few minutes, but Elphie showed no sign of backing down; being well accustomed to Galinda’s persuasiveness, Fiyero had to admire her resolve. Finally, Galinda sighed, dejected, then abruptly pounced on Elphie and kissed her profusely on both cheeks before prancing over to the serving counter without a backwards glance.
Fiyero almost laughed aloud at the thunderstruck look on Elphie’s face. He did laugh aloud when she reached a hand up to wipe her cheek. Too loudly - or Elphie had an uncanny sixth sense. She caught his eye and glared so vehemently that Fiyero wouldn’t have been surprised if his lunch had been transformed into instant flambé - or if he had spontaneously combusted himself. He continued to watch her, however, not bothering to suppress his grin as she whirled around and stalked off, easily blazing a trail through the crowded refectory.
“She wouldn’t join us, she has to study.” Galinda suddenly swooped down on him, settling on his lap with a kiss before (thankfully) sliding onto the next seat. She sighed morosely, helping herself to his potatoes. “Oh, these are so greasy - don’t let me eat too many, I’m watching my figure.”
“So are we,” one of the other boys piped up. Several wolf-whistles followed, and Galinda pretended to look tremendously affronted.
“Oh, stop it - Fiyero, make them stop.”
“As long as all they do is watch,” he laughed, kissing her. Turning her cheek with a huff, Galinda speared a leaf from her salad.
“Anyway,” she continued, as if her flow had never been broken, “did you happen to see what Elphie was wearing?”
“Uh...” Fiyero frowned, trying to remember anything below that formidable face, which had incinerated him so neatly, dark eyes glittering - say, didn’t she normally wear glasses?
Again, he was very glad that Galinda had not remained on his lap. Blissfully unaware of his predicament, she delicately spat out a cherry pit, sighing resignedly. “I lent her a blouse of mine, and it actually really suits her! I’m trying to help her be more girly, so she can fit in a little better, you know?”
Fiyero stuffed three gems into his mouth to stifle another laugh. “And how is she taking this?”
“Oh, she’ll come around eventually,” Galinda said decisively. “Once she gets a boyfriend. You know, she’s never had one at all? Don’t tell anyone I told you that! But honestly Fiyero, she’s so pretty, really she is! She just needs some help in learning how to show off her looks properly. I predict that she’ll be beating the boys off with a stick before the week is out, if she sticks to my plan.”
“You have a plan?” Fiyero asked, amused.
“Oh yes. I’ve already decided all her outfits for the next three days,” said Galinda proudly. “I thought I’d work up to hair and make-up a little slower, she’s still a bit hopeless in that regard. It’s so much fun!”
“Is she your roommate, or your project?” Fiyero asked wryly, and Galinda’s mouth fell open in well-perfected outrage.
“She’s my friend! This is what girls do!” She hastily downed the rest of her juice when the bell shrilled throughout the campus. “Oh bother, they never give us long enough,” she sulked, then gave Fiyero another kiss as she leapt to her feet. “I’m going to see if I can convince her to unbraid her hair in sorcery. Keep your eyes peeled in history, you mayn’t recognize her!”
She kissed Fiyero one last time before trotting off, collecting so many girls along that way that it appeared almost to be a mass exodus of the dining hall.
“Mate, she may be hot, but your girlfriend’s loopy as batshit,” one of the other boys at the table commented. “That green one’s a lost cause.”
“Yeah, Galinda can dress her up all she likes, she’s still green.”
But did that really matter? Fiyero dusted off his plate, wisely keeping his thoughts to himself. Instead, he gave a casual shrug. “Whatever, let Galinda have her fun. She’ll be bored before the week is out,” he laughed. “Anyway, you know, the green’s not that weird once you get used to seeing it. It’s almost kind of exotic -”
“What, like a rare species of toad??”
One of the others clapped Fiyero heartily across the back. “’Exotic’, eh? Maybe you’re the one she’ll be beating off with a stick.”
“Ah, fuck off.” Fiyero tossed Galinda’s cherry pips at his friends. “She’s Galinda’s friend, come on, I have to at least be nice.”
“Nice,” one of the boys raised an eyebrow. “All night long, in your private suite?”
“Oh, Elphaba! Yes! Yes!!”
Elphaba. That was her name.
“Better be careful ‘Yero, one kiss and she’d turn you into a frog.”
Fiyero cuffed his friend across the back of his head. “Hey, you’re the one who sits next to her in linguification. Perhaps we should be checking your toes for webbing...”
“Bastard, you know it’s a full class.” He punched Fiyero. “She’s fucking smart, but. As long as I can copy her answers, I’m fine with risking a few warts.”
“In that case, I’ll have to commandeer the seat on the other side,” Fiyero grinned. “I’d rather get kicked out of here on my own merits than due to academic probation.”
With that, the conversation easily slid off Elphaba and onto Fiyero’s past hijinks. Fiyero quite forgot all about her until he sauntered into the history room three quarters of an hour later: Elphaba was already at her desk by the window, writing furiously. Her hair, he noted, was still tied back, but a length of gold ribbon had been threaded into the braid.
“My, I am popular today,” she commented without bothering to cease writing, let alone look up, when Fiyero slid into the oft-vacant seat beside her. “Galinda has already claimed that seat as her own, and we both know that she isn’t terribly well-versed in the complexities of not getting her own way.”
“Oh, I’d say she’s getting a crash course in such matters.” Fiyero tweaked Elphaba’s braid and she jerked away, giving him another sexy-as-fuck scowl.
“Did I expressly ask you to bother me? Has someone pinned a witty sign to my back again? Or are you just giving me a crash course in what an ass you are?” She tapped her pen impatiently against the edge of her inkwell, as if awaiting his response.
“Lighten up a little.” Fiyero plucked the pen from her fingers, twirling it. “You can’t study all the time, Elphaba.”
He resisted the urge to repeat her name a few more times; it sounded even hotter aloud than it did in his head. El-pha-ba. Pure class, with a dash of sex. Much better than that childish ‘Elphie’ which Galinda had saddled her with.
“Just because I happen to be finishing some work right now does not mean that I study ‘all the time’,” she snapped. “With that logic, I could berate you for wearing blue polo shirts ‘all the time’, because you are wearing one now.”
“Oh! My two favorite people!” Galinda skipped into the room. “Shove over dearest, I promised Elphie I’d sit beside her.”
Elphaba smirked and Fiyero sat down in his new seat quickly, folding his jacket across his lap - it was never worth arguing with Galinda. Fortunately, the rest of the class began to trickle in at that point, so he turned his complete attention to the bubbly blonde beside him, not wanting to remind the other boys of the rumors they had been busting to start.
“Do you like her hair?” Galinda hissed. “I’ll have it loose soon enough, mark my words.”
“Why?”
“It’ll look pretty,” Galinda explained patiently.
“But...” Fiyero struggled to find the words, to explain that Elphaba already had something about her, which transcended leaving her hair loose and dressing like all the other girls, without sounding like he had a crush on her, which he emphatically did not. That she already was beautiful, in her way - and that this was because of her uniqueness, not in spite of it. “She doesn’t need it, Galinda.”
Apparently, this had sounded much clearer in his head. Galinda’s mouth fell open, her eyes narrowing indignantly.
“You’re as bad as Pfannee and Shenshen!” she whispered angrily. “They don’t see why I bother either, they say nothing will help - well, I think you’re all hateful! She’s beautiful, and you’re going to see -”
“Alright class, settle down.” Dr. Dillamond pawed the floorboards several times, clearing his throat loudly as a dozen different conversations reluctantly dwindled into silence. Galinda huffily moved her seat closer to Elphaba, and proceeded to ignore Fiyero for the rest of the lesson, until she grudgingly let him walk her to the library. Elphaba didn’t join them, yet Fiyero still gave Galinda only the briefest of kisses when they parted, before hurrying back to his room.
He locked his door and loosened his trousers, and tried to think of Galinda, and only of Galinda. She was his girlfriend: his curvaceous, chirpy, smiling, fair-skinned girlfriend. Unfriendly Elphaba was jagged, glowering, and irritable.
All of which he found strangely irresistible.
However, she was also green, and though he was quite popular, he was still more or less the new boy. He had to completely establish his position in the college pecking order before he could risk losing it, so he forced his mind to return to Galinda.
Idly, he wondered how her latest mission was panning out...whether Elphaba’s hair was flowing loosely down her back yet, or still tightly plaited...not that it mattered, but he imagined she would look just as striking with her hair loose as she did with it tied back.
He sent Galinda a brief wish of luck, hoping she would succeed. Not for his sake - but it would make Galinda happy. And that, of course, was what counted the most.