"Oh... goodness, Elphaba.." Glinda exclaimed in a state of pure exstasy when Elphaba's surprisingly gentle hands massaged her lace-clad breasts. She tilted her head back and pushed her chest forward, every inch of skin itching for the contact with Elphaba's crawlins fingers, growing about her like green plants seeking to conquer.<br/><br/>Glinda's cheeks felt hot and flushed, though she could have sworn all her blood had rushed elsewhere... Absentmindedly, her light-skinned fingers flowed down those delicate green sides, like melting snow flowing over green pastures... and when Elphaba squeezed Glinda's sensitive boobs, her nails dug in involuntarily, while her teeth descended onto Elphaba's lower lip, muffling her.