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“Galinda?”
The feud between Elphaba and Galinda had cooled somewhat over the past month, but the undercurrent of loathing between them remained as sharp as ever.
Everything from subtle glared in class and light shoulder shoves in the hallway were a constant sight. The adjustment to being roommates was hard on them both but lately there had been a detectable if confusing change in their animosity towards one another.
Galinda still took nigh on hours in the bathroom but due to the exhaustion of their constant arguments she began alerting Elphaba before she claimed that domain. In return Elphaba, as a courtesy, loosened her strict grip on half of the bathroom counter space to accommodate Galinda mass supply of makeup, skincare, and endless perfume samples.
Today their roles had switched. Monday, was Elphabas scheduled everything shower. The one vanity she indulged in. She found that despite her deep unconcern for traditional beauty standards which was to be expected for her verdigree complexion she still wanted to feel clean, relaxed, and refreshed. The feeling of the water on her skin, the scent of jasmine allowed her to forget about her troubles. It was a necessary escape.
It let her feel human without the asterisk of being green.
“Galinda??”
She had been waiting outside the bathroom door for the last half hour and was becoming more than irritated.
“We agreed on a schedule, Galinda!”
She escalated from calm knocking to almost hammering the door with her fists.
This is the only time in the day I get to enjoy myself! She’s doing this on purpose!
Elphaba always valued her sense of patience and ability to think logically but Galinda was the one exception that could make her feel this way. The one person who could make her feel out of control. The one person who made her lose all sense of reason.
“I need a minute! For fucks sake go away!”
Elphaba froze. This was new.
By now Elphaba was used to Galindas tantrums. Everything from screaming to haughty sneering in disgust in turn to Elphabas shouting and at times underhanded wittiness.
However, never had Galinda outwardly cursed at her. Elphaba thought it to be to Galindas overinflated sense of self righteousness and “superior” upbringing. At most she would come up with uniquely stupid made up adjectives to insult the green skinned woman she was forced to share her room with. Using such horrendible words like “fuck” was simply below her station. Profanity was for commoners.
“Galinda it’s my turn so fuck you too! Are you doing this to mess with me? You are well aware I have my sorcery class with Madame Morrible at 6.”
By now Elphaba was fuming. The blonde had always been inconsiderate, rude, and downright obnoxious but usually she did not go out of her way to inconvenience her. She couldn’t believe the audacity Galinda had to disrespect their unspoken mutual agreement and ruin any progress they made.
The more Elphaba thought about it, the more she thought about the indignity of the situation. She was barefoot, wrapped in nothing but the singular shower towel she owned.
She had been waiting for what was now an unbearable period of time and the sunlight was quickly fading.
Her whole body felt hot from disgruntlement and her cheeks were turning violet as a result. She felt overstimulated and increasingly overwhelmed.
“Galinda!!!”
All at once she felt her magic surge from within her.
It slipped out her control and its entirety collided with the door.
The door before her, to her shock and embarrassment, convexed once.
Then twice.
Then thrice.
Then it collapsed.
“..Galinda?” She squeaked.
Through the now nonexistent door stood Galinda Upland of the Upper Uplands.
Beautiful. Blonde. And as of now completely nude.
What was more shocking then the door.
More shocking than the outburst of magic.
And more shocking than the look on her face, was the unexpected, intimidating, and surprisingly bubble gum pink cock held in the now slack hand of one Galinda Upland.