Beauty in Darkness by twistedglinda, R

[twistedglinda]

Title: Beauty in Darkness
Author: twistedglinda 
Rating: R
Fandom: Wicked
Pairing: Gelphie
Summary: As far as the rest of Oz is concerned, Galinda abhors Elphaba greatly. But only Elphaba knows the truth of the matter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked.

She hates me.

It's evident in the way she looks at me every day, almost to the point where it seems to be exaggerated. Her dazzling blue eyes flash angrily, dangerously, as words of animated loathing fall from her pretty mouth. Her hands wave and circle excitedly as she narrates to the people surrounding her—they look like they're dancing.

I watch her with mild interest, as I normally do during the day, from my usual spot at a small table near the window, always at a distance from the rest of society. Sometimes I wish she'd give up and tell them the truth—the actual truth about things—instead of half-truths and lies. She's too good for that. If she's going to tell something, she might as well give them the right details.

But.

As I sip from my morning coffee, I change my mind. Keep lying, my sweet, for there are some things people should not know.

Her anger and loathing of me during the day completely falls away once we're in our dorm, leaving something quite extraordinary in its wake. It's this side of her that captivates me, for this is the Galinda that does not hate, but loves.

And she loves well.

It's this side of her that clearly shows her true emotions, and I am the only one to bear witness to it. She pulls herself into my arms and kisses me in random places before coming into contact with my lips, where she expresses her hidden passion. We fall onto a bed, discarding clothing, deciding who gives and who takes for the night… and then shift positions to accommodate the other.

On this particular night, she lays pressed against the mattress, completely exposed to me, her eyes half-open and her blonde hair sprawled across the pillow. As my fingers dance across her inner thighs, her breath catches in her throat and falters, coming heavier and stronger. A finger touches the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs—she whimpers and bucks her hips, her mouth falling open slightly to draw more air into her lungs. They slide down to her dripping opening and slowly enter her body… and that is when she shows her inner beauty.

Her moans and pleads for more caress my ears as I move within her, sometimes punctuated with a startling expletive. Her body shifts to welcome me, to move into positions that further enhance her pleasure. She says my name in a moan, informing me that I had discovered the right spot.

Only I am allowed to see these things. Only I can see her at her weakest. Only I can see her before she breaks, before she falls into the darkest depths of passion.

She knows only I can bring her this pleasure, so she dares not go to anyone else, even when I refuse to touch her.

I am the only one to see her true beauty—the beauty in darkness that I cherish even in daylight.