Elphaba slowly, gingerly slid her green hands beneath the thin, silky material, her fingertips coming in contact with quivering, hot skin. She relished in the feeling and her hands hungered for more so she slid her hands higher, caressing up smooth sides, the fabric catching on her arms and lifting oh so slowly. It was like a ritual, her hands blindly exploring the delicate and hidden body, loving every inch every curve she came in contact with, and craving those she did not.<br/><br/>Her fingertips brushed past what must be Glinda's bra and.. before she knew it the camisole was up and off of Glinda, discarded somewhere unimportant. Elphaba took a moment, her dark, intelligent eyes soaking in this view... the narrow curve of Glinda's hips, the heaving full breasts nestled in her elegant and tasteful bra, the flat yet succulent tummy all encompassed in that soft skin the color of alabastar...<br/><br/>"You're so beautiful..."<br/><br/>Elphaba reached out, caressing across a warm, quivering belly with both hands, head dipped down to kiss just above the swell of her breasts, savoring, feeling, touching, catching scent of Glinda's skin so close.