Glinda was quite taken by surprise by the sudden re-claim of her lips, but not unpleasantly so. She rather enjoyed the newly-formed contact and had no troubles joining into the now softer tone of the exchange. Elphaba's massaging lips, which had turned soft through the frequent application of oil, sent a warm, tingling sensation rippling through Glinda, causing her heart to beat nervously and her mind to spiral in an emotional dizziness.<br/><br/>She lifted one hand to thread through Elphaba's dark hair, releasing the earthen scent trapped in there, and massaging her scalp with perfectly manicured, pink fingertips. Why, all these years, had she not wasted a thought imagining this or even seeking it? - Would it have been too painful or too surreal? But no thought could have surpassed this painfully wonderful reality, anyway.<br/>