Glinda's heart hopped at the sound Elphaba elicited - so unashamed of herself, so true to the feeling. She felt her own hips pressed hard against Elphaba's body, fanning excitement and pushing her underwear towards ruin. Even through the cloth of Elphaba's shirt, Glinda could feel the evident excitement of portruding nipples pushing her, certain that Elphaba could feel the same through the thin cloth over Glinda's chest.<br/><br/>How had they ended up like this? Who'd have expected it? Glinda was not even sure what was happening to her, or why this situation went so far off the book, happened in ways that were illogical and yet felt so right.<br/><br/>But Elphaba's skillfull tongue sent such sparks through her, it made it impossible to shape a clear thought, or bring up the will to do so. She wanted Elphaba completely - her skin, her taste, her scent... she longed to dive into this well and bathe herself with all Elphaba had to offer. Her hands dropped, lower and lower, scratching half-involuntarily over Elphaba's back as she used them to pull them as closely together as possible. If she could have melted into one with her, it would barely have been close enough to satisfy her right now.