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“Okay, Elphie. Next lesson!”
Elphaba looks at Galinda, who is still, days later, determined to teach her everything she knows about being popular. It’s almost as if knowing how to toss her braids is not enough.
“I thought you already taught me everything important.”
“Well, no, not exactly,” Galinda says as she sits on the bed next to her. “You see, I taught you the ways to flirt and flounce, but what happens after that? You simply must be prepared!”
“Um,” she responds, not liking where the conversation is going. The likelihood of her actually needing any of that information is pretty slim. Non-existent, really, even if Galinda doesn’t get it. “I think it’s fine, honestly.”
“Nonsense!” Galinda almost shouts. “Tonight, I’m going to teach you how to kiss a boy!”
Upon hearing the words, something odd happens to Elphaba. She feels her stomach flip, and a tingly feeling that won’t go away spreads in her chest. Her face feels hot – she’s most certain that it’s turned a darker shade of green – and her head is reeling thinking about Galinda demonstrating kissing for her.
What is going on?
“I, um,” she responds, but Galinda is already placing fluffed pillows strategically behind her. “You really don’t have to do that.”
“Elphie, I already said that I know I don’t have to,” Galinda says and flashes her a smile. “I’m just so nice.” She points at the pillows. “You should lay down, by the way. It’s a lot more comfortable, and I can explain things better. You’re okay with this, right?”
“Yeah,” Elphaba breathes out, though her mouth feels oddly dry as she lays down against the pillows Galinda just fluffed for her.
In a pink blur, Galinda moves around, lifting one leg over Elphaba’s body before bracketing her hips with her own. She looks gorgeous like that, Elphaba thinks, strands of blond hair falling slightly on her face as she looks down on Elphaba. “Okay, so when you have received a boy’s attention by flirting and flouncing, you might find yourself in this kind of situation,” Galinda explains. “Since it’s your first time doing this, you probably wouldn’t be on top but lying on the bed like you are currently. Boys often like to take the lead anyway.”
“Okay,” is all Elphaba can respond. She’s read a fair share of books about these kinds of situations, but being taught face-to-face is something else entirely. Galinda is something else entirely.
“So, you’re on the bed, and he comes to you like this,” Galinda says before moving close enough for Elphaba to feel her breath against her lips. “And then he’ll bring his lips to yours and kiss you.”
Elphaba holds her breath when Galinda’s lips brush against hers. The feeling is electric yet incredibly soft, Galinda’s plump lips pressing against hers. She can smell Galinda’s floral shampoo and taste her strawberry lip gloss, and it feels so magical that Elphaba forgets they’re only practicing until Galinda pulls away.
“So,” Galinda breathes out and straightens her back. “That’s how it would start. By the way, you have lovely lips, Elphie.”
“Thank you,” Elphaba responds, not sure what else to say, her head spinning.
“Now, some boys might get too messy with it.” Galinda moves closer and raises her index finger. “Like this.”
Then, Galinda’s lips are on hers again, and this time, her mouth is open. Galinda pushes her tongue past Elphaba’s lips and swirls it against hers as her hands grab Elphaba’s wrists before pushing them against the bed. Elphaba feels her glasses slide toward her forehead as Galinda pushes her nose against them in the venture of sticking her tongue deeper into her mouth.
Unplanned involuntary noises leave Elphaba’s throat as she pushes her tongue against Galinda’s, thirsty to taste more of her. Galinda’s weight against her hips feels incredibly satisfying as she holds Elphaba in place by both her hips and wrists. It’s amazing, and Elphaba doesn’t want it to end.
But end it does, and Galinda pulls away, leaving Elphaba gasping as she readjusts her glasses. Her eyes fixate on a string of spit that spreads between their mouths before it breaks, and Elphaba wants to bring her mouth back to Galinda’s, to chase the feeling again and again.
“It’s the most disgustifying thing you’ll ever endure,” Galinda tells her, breathless and cheeks pink, though her voice is stern. “No one likes a sloppy kisser.”
Elphaba gasps in shock. The sloppy kiss Galinda just demonstrated was life-changing for her, in the best way possible. “They don’t?”
“No,” Galinda assures her. “When boys use their tongue and swirl it around too much, it makes me want to puke.” She looks at Elphaba for a clock-tick. “Kissing you like that wasn’t awful, though. A lot nicer than with any boy.”
“Really?”
“Most definitely, Elphie,” Galinda says, her chest rising and falling as she weighs her next words. “Would you like to kiss again? Practice with less tongue but still with some?”
Elphaba nods vigorously, not wanting the demonstration to end. She’s really having the time of her life learning about kissing from Galinda. “Yeah.”
“Fantastical,” Galinda says before moving back down and bringing her lips to Elphaba’s again.
This kiss is a mixture of the two earlier ones; it starts softly like the first one, but Galinda pushes her tongue gently past Elphaba’s lips without swirling it like before. Instead, she rubs her tongue slightly against Elphaba’s, back and forth, before circling it lightly. When Galinda’s whimpers into their kiss and her hips grind lightly against Elphaba’s, heat pools down in Elphaba's belly.
What is this feeling?
“Oh, Elphie…” Galinda breathes against her lips.
“Yeah?”
“That was so good,” Galinda tells her. “Any boy who gets to kiss you will be a lucky guy.”
Elphaba’s brain takes a moment to register the meaning behind the words, because the last thing she was thinking about was kissing someone else. Why would she want to kiss someone else when kissing Galinda feels this good? She doesn’t dare say it out loud, though, fearing that Galinda would find her thoughts scandalocious or even disgustifying, so she nods instead, telling her, “You, too.”
“Oh, I know!” Galinda says and jumps off the bed. “Anyway, let’s practice our hair tosses again!”