Elphaba's hands were light green vines against pale marble on Glinda's tight belly and she enjoyed the queer contrast. She slid her fingers higher, admiring the body beginning to impatiently writhe atop of her, which pulsed and breathed beneath her hands. Glinda's skin was so delicate and soft... so unlike those she had shared brief nights with.  This felt nothing like those fleeting and forgettable moments, they were times that had called for the need of instant gratification.. this felt like so much more than that.<br/><br/>Fingers crept higher and higher, gaining ground before finally sliding over those large, warm mounds, playing with their soft, swollen and lace clad shapes in her palms, she could feel the erect nipples straining against the lace. and pushing on her palms.  Elphaba's hips pushed up, also wanting friction and stimulation to ebb the ache wrecking havoc between her wet, stinging thighs.