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The first night Glinda stayed in Nessa's room, she learned they had to share a bed. She didn't mind, of course, because she didn't want to be alone. To make things awkward though, Morrible had questioned why she was there. Humiliated, Glinda didn't answer and Nessa simply said that she was having some troubles and she'd only be staying for the night. The blonde found herself cuddling up next to Nessa during the night, and she was surprised at how easily she slept beside her. Of course, when she woke up the next morning, she was surprise Morrible didn't question why they had headaches and had to stay in bed practically the whole morning nursing their hangovers from the night before. Nessa had explained to her Morrible most likely knew, but she didn't want to deal with them. After all, if Nessa got in trouble, Frex would most likely intervene and somehow get Morrible fired or something.
The second night Glinda stayed in Nessa's room was a bit odd, but not unwanted. She found herself straddling the brunette and kissing her deeply. She didn't know if it was because she felt betrayed or she was simply drawn to her. She couldn't deny the fact that she felt something when she kissed Nessa; a spark would be an understatement. And they kissed again, Glinda's hands getting lost in brown hair while Nessa's hands traveled to Glinda's hips.
The third night, Glinda cuddled close to Nessa. Hardly any words had been exchanged from the night before, but Glinda found her voice. "I think Crope and Tibbett were right those few nights ago," she whispered as she looked up at Nessarose.
"About what?" she inquired.
"The thing about how you see the fairy. I think we were possibly meant to be together," she explained.
"That's preposterous," Nessa said, rolling those brown eyes of hers. "I mean, it isn't that I don't like you, because I do. It's just that why me? I'm a girl, too. It doesn't seem right."
"I'm the Princess of the Underworld. None of this is right," she said. "I think I'm falling for you. I think I have, actually."
"You and Fiyero basically just broke up only days ago. Isn't this too fast?" But Nessa had already managed to roll on top of the blonde.
"It just feels so right," Glinda said. "You felt something when we kissed, right?"
"I was afraid you didn't," Nessa replied. "This is crazy," Nessa said, only inches from Glinda's face.
"But it feels right," she repeated herself. "It makes sense. You're the only one in Oz who can see this pink fairy thing so far. I mean, it has to be you."
"Wouldn't you rather have a man?" Nessa questioned.
"Men are too rough. And none of them kiss as well as you do."
"Well, that's pathetic," Nessarose said before she kissed the blonde. "Because you are my first kiss. I'm glad I satisfy you."
"Oh, much more than that," Glinda said. "Would you rather have a man?" She looked up at Nessa who was thinking about her words. She felt herself getting nervous, anticipating the worst.
"I don't think so. They like to dominate," Nessa replied. "You, on the other hand, submit so easily."
"Do I?" Glinda questioned as she forced Nessa's legs apart with her leg. Nessa's breath hitched in her throat at the intimate contact, obviously not expecting it. "So you don't want to be submissive?"
"I've been submissive my whole life. I've never had control over anything. I don't think I could live like that anymore," Nessarose said, holding herself above Glinda with her arms.
"Are you sure this is what you want? I mean, you are right about this going a bit fast," Glinda said before Nessa kissed her full on the lips.
"But you were right, too. I can see the pink fairy. I think we probably are soul mates."
"Then, this is right."
"Of course," Nessarose said.
"I've never seen you this, well, this dominant before."
"Does it bother you?"
"Not at all. In fact, it's more of a turn on than anything else."
The next morning, Glinda was woken up by the door slamming. She opened her eyes and noticed it was late and the sun was already up. She noted Nessa sleeping on top of her with her head on her chest. She looked up towards the door and saw Elphaba standing there looking furious. How Nessa slept through the door slamming, the blonde didn't know. But all she knew was Elphaba looked quite angry. But shouldn't Glinda be the one that was angry? "What are you doing in here?" she asked the green girl, finding that she was still mad at her despite the fact she had slept with Elphaba's younger sister.
"Better question: why are you and my sister naked and why is she sleeping on top of you?"
"What's going on?" Nessa stirred. Noticing her sister's presence, she blushed fiercely and rolled off of Glinda. The two pulled the blankets up to cover themselves as they sat up.
"Why don't you tell me?" Elphaba spat.
"I love her," Nessa whispered. "And she loves me." Elphaba pressed her lips together before leaving the room all together. Glinda winced when the door slammed again, and she looked over at Nessa. "Maybe you should go talk to her."
"Me? You're her sister," Glinda pointed out.
"I know that," Nessa said, her dominance and confidence disappearing from the night before. "But you are her best friend, and she listens to you."
"I highly doubt she sees me as a friend anymore," Glinda replied.
"Glinda, you were her first friend. You are the first person to see past her green skin besides me. Please, for my sake, just try to talk to her. I can't face her."
Giving Nessa a quick kiss goodbye, she threw her clothes on and rushed to go catch up to Elphaba. Even though Fiyero and her were seeing each other behind the blue eyed girl's back, she still cared for the green girl.