Title: Reanimate
Author: Angel Leviathan
Disclaimer: Wicked, the characters, concept, etc, aren't mine.
Rating: PG/PG-13
Notes: Bookverse. For lfae.

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“Think of the shock this must be causing. Such glorious weather and spring not even half over yet!”

“If we must lie out here in this sweltering heat, at least do me the courtesy of remaining silent so that I may expire in peace.”

“We’re not lying, we’re leaning against a tree in the back and beyond of the university grounds,” Glinda responded.

“Regardless of lying or leaning,” Elphaba said, “I will mimic your particular brand of faintheartedness and declare that I still may very well expire before the afternoon is out.”

“You would never last through a Gillikin summer.”

“I never intend to be close enough to Gillikin to last through its summer.”

Glinda pretended to take offence. “It’s comforting to know that you never intend to visit me after university then.”

Elphaba didn’t like to think of ‘after university’. She was well aware that they were living in their own little bubble, safely guarded children, whilst at Shiz. The real world was different. She had seen it. In some ways, life at Shiz was almost a holiday. Glinda, of course, couldn’t see it that way, but then Glinda had never seen a world that her parents didn’t approve of. University was difficult for her blonde friend. Elphaba herself found university strangely comforting.

Had found.

With the events of recent months, she wasn’t quite sure if it really was the haven she had believed it to be.

‘After university’ was a frightening prospect.

“They wouldn’t have me in the best Gillikin parlours and cafés, my dear,” Elphaba replied. “I would be a talking point and everyone would have to reveal to each other that they are actually capable of an appalling lack of manners by staring.”

“Well, to be honest I suppose it wouldn’t be so bad to make a few of my former associates choke on a biscuit or two.”

“Two biscuits? They allow themselves two whole biscuits?”

“Sometimes three,” Glinda smiled.

“Shocking.” Elphaba shook her head. “You’ve thoroughly ruined my illusion of the Gillikinese, I confess I shall never visit now.”

Glinda’s eyes sparkled and she hitched up her skirts to straddle her companion. “Well, whilst I’m ruining illusions…”

Elphaba was very glad that Nessarose had decided to stay indoors, on claims that she would spend the time reading instead of sunning herself, so that the Unnamed God might not think her a slothful creature.

“Sweet Lurline, Glinda, in this heat?”

Glinda smiled wickedly. “Nothing wrong with a little fun. I’m not that much of an exhibitionist.”

Elphaba pulled at the sash tied tightly between the smaller girl’s waist and chest. “How can you even think about moving? With all those skirts and petticoats too, have you lost your mind?” She removed the sash. “There, perhaps now you can breathe.”

“You’re one to talk, head to toe in black. You know black cloth absorbs more heat than any other colour?”

“Not quite head to toe.” Elphaba wriggled green toes free from stockings and gestured with the hand that wasn’t resting on Glinda’s waist to make a point. “And please tell me you learned that here and not from some fashion expert from the Pertha Hills.”

“A little of both, perhaps,” Glinda admitted, leaning in to nip at her lover’s neck.

Elphaba’s eyes fell closed. “…You like the heat, don’t you?”

“Mmm-hmm…”

“Scheming little…” she fell silent as Glinda’s lips covered hers. “…Well,” Elphaba murmured, “if this is what turning you into a thinking girl results in, I’ll have to be on my guard…”

“It’s good to know that you will be thoroughly incapacitated during the summer months,” Glinda responded.

The green girl slid to lie flat on the grass and kissed the blonde again. “Well…not quite thoroughly…”

“Oh?” Glinda raised an eyebrow. “You have your more animated moments then?” she asked, mischievously.

“Intermittently,” Elphaba said, as delicate fingers began to undo the buttons of her dress, “…depending on…” she tugged at the blue satin ribbon holding her tormentor’s hair in place and smiled as blonde curls tumbled free, “the company.” Her lips quirked as Glinda hummed contentedly and stole another kiss. “And the incentive, of course.”

“Of course…”

Fin