Elphaba, in all of her own carnal need to devour all of Glinda's body perched atop of her lap, almost missed the delicate fingers trying to worm their way into her skirt. Yet, even through the hot haze a little alarm and unease went off in the last little lucid part of her mind and she gently shooed the fingers away from the hem, removing her own hands from those delicious breasts to guide Glinda's hands to her own diminutive ones.<br/><br/>Clawing hands dropped down when the deed was done to latch onto the squirming hips, nails hacking in and yanking them harder against her own bony hips, lifting her hips to grind against the body spread on top of her. Craving, hungering, desperate for friction on those hot and aching parts.