Elphaba's mind and groin reeled at such a sound drawn from such perfect lips. She was well aware at how this must seem:  Elphaba was like a hellspawn seducing a heavenly figure to her own fallen state, each kiss staining her purity, each touch dragging her away from divine light.  She never did care much for religion.<br/><br/>She gasped and desperately yanked down Glinda's panties, succeeding in pulling them onto her thighs just a little. Those succulent lips of Glinda's were claiming, marking and devouring along those sensitive nerves along her neck making this dance all the more wild.<br/><br/>Oh, but this couldn't<em>all</em>be perfect.  After all, this was their first dance and Glinda did not (and could not) know the personal boundaries set by the green witch.  Elphaba's bony arms gently knocked Glinda's eager hands away from their busywork trying to remove the skirt.<br/><br/><em>//no, no my sweet.. don't touch there, please..//</em><br/><br/>Instead, she decided to distract this fallen angel by dipping a finger down, down, to the saturated seat of Glinda's exposed panties, relishing in the slight tingling sensation it gave her fingertip as she traced along the swollen crevice.