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It was odd, being friends with Galinda. It was like a switch flipped – one day Galinda is backhandedly bullying her and conspiring to make a laughingstock of her, the next she's insisting on giving a makeover and tips on how to be popular. It's making Elphaba's head swim.
She's inviting Elphie to sit with her at lunch now. Shenshen and Pfannee glance at her warily as she puts her plate down across from Galinda.
Shenshen leans over to whisper to Galinda, more a hiss than a whisper. "Are you sure about this? Are you sure your head isn't screwed on wrong because you ran out of suppressants this week-?"
Galinda shushes Shenshen, giving her an icy glare for her trouble. "I ordered more, but they got delayed! I can survive a week without them!"
"But what if you go into heat?"
Now the icy glare turns at Pfannee for that comment. Both of them turn away from her apologetically, while Elphaba has been minding her business eating her food and pretending she doesn't hear their exchange.
Since alphas and omegas are so uncommon in Oz nowadays, it can be troublesome to get the suppressants necessary to stave off heats and ruts. While on suppressants, omegas and alphas seem like betas, and with how unmedicated omegas and alphas are often compared to Animals by those who think animals should be seen and not heard, there's a lot of pressure to hide that part of themselves.
Until now, Elphaba had assumed Galinda a beta like any other, but the realization that she's roommates with an omega gives her pause. Not because she's prejudiced against them – not at all – but because she is an alpha hiding her own status. She's already ostracized enough for being green, she does not need the added vitriol of her alpha status getting out to the public.
Galinda knows she overheard, and now she's making an attempt to mask her panic over the subject.
"I'll be Just Fine, guys! Just keep-keep your voices down about it! You can keep a secret, right Elphie?"
Elphaba glances up from her plate, taking the time to chew and swallow her bite of broccoli before responding. "Of course. I'll take it to the grave."
"Oh, thank you thank you thank you! I knew I could count on you Elphie!" If she were beside Galinda she'd be pulled into an unceremonious hug, and so she's glad she's a safe distance away on the other side of the table.
She should check her own supply of suppressants tonight. If anyone found out she's an alpha rooming with an omega, there could be problems. Worse than just from her being green. Boys and girls are already kept in separate dorms, if any staff find out, they'd definitely make her move rooms so that she can't stand a danger to the omega she's currently rooming with. A danger, to Galinda? Oh please. Galinda can take care of herself just fine.
A week without suppressants is more than enough time for Galinda's body to catch up to her and make her sick with a sudden heat. She wakes up nearly delirious, drenched in sweat, queasy and horny enough to want to scream in frustration. It's borderline painful, a throbbing pressure coiled in her core and a pressing neediness that rears its head at any friction or stimulation.
Oh dear sweet Oz, this is awful! Horrible! Why couldn't her suppressants get here sooner? Damnable mail delays.
On one hand she doesn't want to move, on the other the bedsheets are too warm and she wishes to leap into a cold lake to cool off.
There's no way she can go to class like this, then people will know she's an omega!!! Absolutely can't let that happen! It would stain her perfect image, ruin her reputation!
"...Elphie... I'm calling in sick today, I'm not going to class!"
Ugh, her voice feels so rough. Focusing on complete sentences is like psychically wading through molasses. Hard to focus.
At first she doesn't register Elphie's response, and so the green bean gets up to walk across the room to repeat herself closer to her ear.
"Galinda, do you want suppressants? I have some, I don't know if they'll work for you since it's not your exact prescription, I'll have to reread the label, but-"
"You... Have suppressants?" She blinks blearily at her roommate. Her mean green angel, her savior from this horny hellscape.
Elphaba shouldn't have mentioned this to her pink drama queen of a roommate.
One second Galinda is strewn out tangled in her bed, the next she's shoved her bedsheets off to launch herself onto Elphaba to pull her into a hug. Oz, she smells so nice, has she always smelled so nice?
Elphaba pales in surprise as she scrambles to catch Galinda and stop her from falling off her bed. The smell of her heat hits her nostrils, it's so strong! Galinda's usual sweet floral perfume isn't strong enough to mask the heady pheromones emanating from her.
She flinches and grimaces as Galinda's screech of relief shrills right in her ear. "Please, let me have some, I am having SUCH a unpleasantocious time right now! I thought I could make it through the week without a sudden heat but I was wrong and now I feel so sick and queasy and I just want it to be over with! Elphie PLEEEEEASE!"
"Jeez, I'm going to help you, no need to scream in my ear!" Elphaba dumps her back on her bed unceremoniously and backs away to her side of the room to find her suppressants, and to distance herself from the source of the ringing in her ears.
The source of the ringing stumbles out of bed to follow her despite her protests.
"Let me find them first Galinda, please wait over there-"
As Elphaba pulls the pill bottle out of her luggage, Galinda snatches it out of her hand and skips off to get a glass of water to wash it down with. No, Galinda, be patient and stop taking what isn't yours for once in your goddamn life-
Galinda holds the bottle up to the morning sunlight streaming through the balcony doors to read the label - ALPHA Hormonal suppressants, NOT for use by Omegas. Take 1 every day outside of rut, then 1 every six hours as needed during rut to minimize symptoms.
Wait, Alpha suppressants? Galinda needs Omega suppressants, why would Elphie have Alpha suppressants unless she's-
Galinda slowly walks back to Elphaba and puts the bottle down on her end table, staring at her apprehensively. Elphaba doesn't meet her gaze and swallows the lump of dread in her throat. Here we go, guess it's time to fess up.
"You're... an Alpha, Elphie?"
"Yes. I am. Will that be a problem?" Finally she meets her gaze, and eyes betraying the fear behind her stony stare. It's nearly unheard of for a girl to be an alpha, but she certainly fits the bill with her defiant self assured personality and penchant for causing conflict whether she wanted to or not.
Alphas are stereotyped to be violent, aggressive, possessive, brash, crass, cocky, toxically masculine and self absorbed. Alphas get compared to ravenous wolves, or mean pissy tomcats, proverbially pissing on what is theirs and staking claim to what they want without care for other people's wants or well-being. Many an old warmonger was an alpha, strong-willed clan patriarchs and selfish lustful bullies thinking with their dicks. In their ruts, compared to animals, reduced to base desires and instincts without care of consequence. Violent, lecherous creatures that shouldn't be seen in public.
Of course, that's not quite what alphas are like nowadays. Especially Elphaba, who does everything in her power to hide her status as one. Her father insisted she never go off her suppressants or otherwise reveal her status, she already has enough problems being green. Turtleheart predicted she'd end up as such, and taught Frex how to make suppressants for her with milk flowers and other herbs. In a pinch, Elphaba could probably make homemade remedies if she ran out of her pills.
Galinda nervously looks her up and down, and forces that fake smile of hers when she wants to let someone down gently and sugar coat it.
"A problem? No, not at all! This will be our little shared secret together, is all! I just hoped-"
"-That I'd be an Omega like you?"
"Well, yes, since... Well, I've never heard of a girl being an Alpha before."
Elphaba's neck prickles at the feeling of Galinda's obtrusive curiosity and half baked attempt at being accommodating. There's so much she does not know.
Before Galinda can speak again, Elphie cuts her off. "Before you ask – yes, my status was confirmed at birth, no I've never knotted anyone, no I do not turn into some mindless sex fiend during rut, I take suppressants to prevent rut altogether, and no I do not pose any danger for you during your heat. So there."
"Oh... Well... I was actually going to ask..."
The awkward tension in the air is palpable. Galinda shifts back and forth in place uneasily – is it the awkwardness of the situation or her uncomfortable horniness making her antsy?
"Well... I heard that getting properly mated would end a heat early, whereas using toys to endure it makes it last the full course... So..."
Her pale face turns red at her suggestion, but she's already said it. She can't look Elphie in the eye now. Trying to solicit her new best friend... To deal with her horrid hormonial sexual frustration! Oh how icky she is, how horrid! Yet she can't deny she feels very attracted to her roommate right now, even as green and sulky as she is!
"You can't seriously be suggesting I fuck you to get your heat over with. Can you? Are you?" Elphaba's own face darkens from how flustered this is making her. She hadn't taken her suppressant yet this morning, and she can feel the mounting coil of need in her chest.
They stare at each other for a long time, debating on the next course of action. Galinda looks scandalized, ashamed of herself, yet so needy. It's adorable. Maybe it's the pheromones talking. It's probably the pheromones talking.
"...YesthatiswhatI'msuggestingpleaseElphieIneedthistobeoverwith!" She grabs Elphie's hands and squeezes them tightly enough to turn her knuckles white. Her palms are so clammy now. Surely she must look like a drugged out sweaty mess from the heat.
...Well this can't be the weirdest thing Elphaba's agreed to in her life. Didn't expect her first time having sex to be with an Omega, let alone Galinda of all people. She half expected to die a virgin because people thought her greenness too hideous to behold.
With a deep sigh, Elphaba nods and pulls Galinda into a hug. Gritting through her usual touch aversion to help her friend, as weird as it is.
"Fine. Let's get this over with so you'll stop whining around like a yowling cat."
"I'm not a yowling- fine! Yes!"
Now the awkwardness of making a weird decision turns into the awkwardness of how to execute the weird decision. Elphaba's never been intimate with anyone before, and Galinda's never been with a woman, so she's not sure how this whole thing works.
Before anything, Elphaba goes to check that the door to their dorm is locked, and checks the door to the balcony for good measure.
Seeing that the coast is clear, she nods at Galinda, who is already in the process of tearing her clothes off. Quite literally in fact, she heard a distinct tear of her ripping her top off. Very unlike her, she'll probably regret that and whine about it when the hormones are no longer clouding her mind.
Dear sweet Oz this is awkward. She wants to get it over with quickly, but doesn't even know where to start.
Elphaba turns away to give Galinda privacy, and nervously fidgets with the buttons of her shirt. Is she really doing this? Does she really even need to take all her clothes off for this? Well, if she keeps them on, they might get dirty, and she'll definitely want to wash the smell off afterwards. Despite the impatient huff behind her, Elphaba steps back into her corner of the room and pulls the curtain closed in front of her bed to get some semblance of privacy as she disrobes.
"Really, Elphie? You're about to see my nakedness and you're too shy to show yourself?"
"It's called being mindful and wanting to protect my decency, my sweet. Maybe you could learn to have some of it." Elphie huffs as she pulls her dressing gown on to have something protecting her decency as she steps back out to approach Galinda. Very demure of her.
My sweet. The first nickname Galinda's gotten from Elphaba. Makes her sound like a tasty confectionery treat ready to be devoured. Oh how she wants to be devoured by Elphie.
Elphie still refuses to look directly at her as she steps back towards Galinda's bed, as if ashamed of the mere thought of looking at her in this manner. But Galinda knows she's beautiful, she's not shy about it! Surely even Elphie would agree she is attractive, stunning, gorgeous, sexy! Sexy... Does Elphie find her sexy?
Galinda's lying on her bed, trying to be sexy, channeling the energy of a wayward seductress to pull in her quarry. It must be working, or at least her pheromones are, because Elphie finally overcomes her prudishness to look at her, and turns several shades darker from the blush spreading across her skin.
Her eyes don't stay in one place long, darting to take in the sight of this perfect pale princess of a woman strewn out in front of her. The smell of her, the look of her long legs and soft lips and perky breasts, it's making her mouth water.
"Well, Elphie...? Touch me?"
"How?"
"What do you mean how?!"
"I..." Elphaba balls her hands into fists. Even when she's jaw droppingly gorgeous, Galinda is frustrating. "Tell me what to do. Where do you want me, how do you want me-"
"EverywhereonandinmepleaseElphiestopstallingandfuckmealready!"
Elphaba flinches away from Galinda raising her voice in impatience. Maybe this is a mistake, maybe she should back out-
Galinda reaches out to grab one of her hands, a surprising softness to her grip so that she doesn't scare Elphie away further. "Please, Elphie. I can- I can lead. How about-"
Galinda pulls herself off the bed, nearly pulling Elphie off balance. She swings around and gestures for Elphie to get on the bed.
"You get on the bed, and I'll get on top of you! I'll tell you what feels good for me and what doesn't, okay?"
When Elphie doesn't move, Galinda sighs.
"Orrrr... You get on the bed, and I lay beside you first, and theeen if you feel up to it I get on top? And tell you what to do?"
With a nervous swallow, Elphaba nods. "I can do that. Yes... I can at least try. This is all new territory to me."
If Frex knew of this, she would be in for a horrid earful for sure. The last thing she needs is for her pious father to discover she's not only had sex, but with another woman, an omega woman. That's three dire sins altogether. Good thing she's not the religious type, though his teachings are ingrained into her. This can be a small – well, small in the whole scheme of things – rebellion against him and that Unnamed God of his.
With only moderate awkwardness, Elphaba lies down on Galinda's bed and scoots over so that she can lay beside her. This bed is very plush, comfortable, the thread count on the sheets must very high. Galinda lies down beside her and takes her hand to place it on her waist to start. She waits and looks up at Elphaba's face for confirmation that this is okay. Elphaba nods.
Even though every nerve ending in Galinda's cunt is screaming for stimulation, she mentally bears the frustration to ease Elphie into it. Pretend it's like the dance they did together. Match each other's speed. Don’t scare her off.
She leads Elphie’s hand up her waist, then over to cup at her breast. Getting the memo, she gently moves her other hand to mirror her other, and grope at both her breasts. Galinda sucks in an indulgent breath and nods in approval. Yes, like that, don’t stop. Elphie stays gentle, afraid to hurt her, as if she were a peach easily bruised. Gaining some confidence, she explores more, daring to dip one hand down and stroke one of her thighs. Galinda spreads her legs apart to give more access, a needy sigh escaping her lips. Please please please just touch me.
Haven’t even been touched where she wants yet, and her inner thighs glisten with slick. So very needy, so very wet. The sharp smell of her sex makes the coil in Elphaba’s chest coil tighter. Fuck, this is making her hard. Is this what an induced rut is meant to feel like? Sudden extreme horniness and possessiveness over the cause of her pent up frustration? Some repressed part of her yearns to sink her teeth into the pale flesh of Galinda’s shoulder, to bruise her neck and mark her as hers. She wants to claim Galinda all for herself… but she must show restraint. Must show that she is trustworthy with this secret. So she swallows down the urge to lay claim to her bare flesh, and focuses on sensual touch.
Galinda is growing impatient of the gentle touch. She wants this over with! Screw taking it slow, she wants to scratch the itch inside of her now right now! A growl rumbles in her throat as her patience runs short. “Urgh, I’m not going to break if you pick up the pace! Come on, Elphie, I need you in me! Let me set the pace!”
In a blur of limbs and frantic shoving, Galinda pushes Elphie onto her back and sits up to straddle her hips. Fuck, she can feel Elphie’s… clit? Dick? Thing? She can feel her hardness pressing against her thigh. Elphaba gasps and grips at Galinda’s legs to steady her, eyes darting from her face to chest to the dripping folds begging for friction. Galinda adjusts herself, and looks over to get silent confirmation that this is okay – Elphie nods – as she wraps her hand around the hardening cock to line it up with her bush. She lowers herself gently, taking some time to rub the tip through her folds until it’s coated in slick, and eases it into herself. It takes a few pumps in and out to coat enough of her length in slick to not be uncomfortable as Galinda sinks down on further. She groans in relief as the pressure of Elphie’s cock pressing inside of her presses against the spot that desperately want stimulation.
Elphie’s breath hitches as Galinda leans down to bury her face in the crook of her neck and wrap her arms around her, taking care to start off slow as she grinds her hips on hers. Great Oz, Elphie smells so good. Feels so good. And the sighs and sounds she makes – she keeps gasping and stuttering in her breath, keeps forgetting to breath from how much she’s concentrating on behaving herself. Oh how she wishes her alpha would forget to behave and just claim her already. Wait, her alpha…? Well there’s no other alpha that she knows of, so why shouldn’t they be mated? She could claim Elphaba all for herself. Never been one to share anyways.
She picks up the pace of riding her roommate, pushing down harder to feel it hit that spot inside her that needs that pressure so badly. Fuck, yes, right there, just like that-
Does Galinda realize she’s murmuring out loud? Her eyes are closed as she murmurs yes, that’s it, fuck, yes, into Elphie’s ear. She can’t deny it’s incredibly hot. The way her walls feel clenching around her, it’s so intense, it’s making her twitch with every stroke. She starts moving in time with Galinda, to give her more pressure, more stimulation. Judging by her heavy breaths and keening moans, it’s having the right effect.
“Yes, yes, oh Elphie, that’s it, right there, oh please keep doing that! Oh Elphie, Elphie-” Galinda murmurs stream-of-consciousness words into her ear, begging for more, begging for her to keep going, begging for her. So eager, so needy, so demanding. Who is she to deny her of what she wants?
They’re both so caught up on the stimulation and pheromones now, the concerns of earlier fade away. Elphaba’s shyness melts away to match Galinda’s possessive grip on her shoulders by wrapping her arms around Galinda’s waist to guide her pace, nails digging into her pale flesh and leaving red scratches behind. That seems to just encourage her more, she quickens the pace and moans louder. The smell of her is making Elphaba’s mouth water. She wants to claim her, misbehave, mark Galinda as hers. Fiyero can’t have her sweet anymore, this is her girl to mark as her own.
“Oz, Galinda-! My sweet, please, I want to-to claim you!” She can’t stop the words from spilling from her lips. She’s so desperate to be closer to her, to press her teeth and lips into her.
“Claim me! Oh Elphie please, I want you! I want you to fill me-!”
They’re not in their right minds, surely they’ll regret this afterwards when they clear their heads. But that is later, and this is now. And now Elphie is indulging the urge to sink her teeth into Galinda’s neck and suckle on her flesh.
Galinda croons in delight and quickens her pace even more, until she’s stuttering in hips and words of unfocused affirmations. She’s so close, please, just a little more-!
It’s all too much. The sounds, the smell, the sensations, it makes Elphie’s head swim and lose all sense. She growls into her sweet’s neck as her legs spasm, her knot swelling to lock her inside of those trembling walls. It’s so tight, so wet, so hot. As the tightness gets almost painful, she feels the coil in her core spring loose, and she groans as she cums inside her sweet. The warm sensation of being filled by her alpha sends Galinda over the edge, and she bites into Elphaba’s shoulder to muffle her moans. Her core shudders around her cock, pulling it even deeper inside her. They lay together twitching and panting until the aftershocks fade.
The haze of the heat starts to fade away, and she looks down to see the dark bruise forming from where she bit Elphaba. Elphaba sees the bite mark she left on Galinda is also bruising quite visibly. They’ve certainly marked each other now. It will be hard to hide such an obvious bruise on Galinda. As Galinda tries to dismount her, she hisses at the tug of the knot refusing to pull out.
“E-Elphie, can you-”
“I don’t know, I’ve never done this before, I thought they deflated naturally?”
“How long does that usually take?”
“I don’t know!!”
With a huff, Galinda eases back down to wait for Elphie’s body to catch up to her. She looks over the flustered green bean, and feels a sense of smugness about the effect she has on her. Alpha Elphie, marking her, it gives her such a profound sense of satisfaction. It feels right, to have her inside. The pressure feels so right.
Finally, after several minutes of anxious waiting, Elphie’s knot deflates, and so Galinda can pull herself off and roll off the bed to make her way to the bathroom. Just like that, she’s acting more like normal, as if she didn’t just have sex with her roommate. Shouldn’t they be worried about the claim… taking root? What if she gets pregnant from that?
All these worries swim in Elphaba’s mind as she pushes herself off the bed and wraps her dressing gown back around herself. She follows Galinda to the bathroom, though the door closes in her face.
“Galinda, I need-”
“I’ll be out in a minute, I just need to clean myself up! Thank you for the help, Elphie, I feel much better now!”
Elphaba stares at the door, dumbfounded. She feels… used. Just like that, and Galinda is ready to move on? She claimed her!
Fine, if she is so ready to move on and refuse to unpack what just happened, then Elphaba will try to move on too. Even though the throbbing bruise on her shoulder stays as a constant reminder of what they have done.