Elphaba purred in approval against hot, wet lips, tongue sliding under and toying with Glinda's. Her breath hitched at those delicate, aristocratic hands suddenly and desperately groping for passage under her top, the boldest move so far either of them had made since their lips had made contact. And, hells, it was from<em>Glinda</em>.  Did she need anymore proof that Glinda was, indeed, as curious and as caught up in the moment as she herself was?<br/><br/>She allowed those hands their greedy path and granted herself the opportunity to run hard, blunt nails down the back of the naked and dainty leg pressed between her own thighs, pulling their bodies closer for better wriggling, grinding contact against those parts that needed it the most right now.