When it felt as though her lungs would simply burst Elphaba, reluctantly, pulled away while sucking in air scented by Glinda... by her body, her hair, her mouth.<br/><br/>"Oh, my sweet..."<br/>She breathed. Elphaba's face felt scalding hot and itched from the burning tears, she looked down at Glinda's tilted face - the soft, creamy cheeks and elegant cheekbones stained a lovely shade of rose red. She looked down into those deep crystalline eyes, holding them with her own tear-hazed gaze, as if trying to commit the exact color and pattern that created Glinda's iris. Her hands were tickled by those golden curls, bodies pressed so tight she had trouble for a moment distinguishing where her body ended and Glinda's began...