Those honey covered fingers momentarily paused in their plundering of those pink petals while she concentrated on leading Glinda down between her legs, where she felt most exposed and vulnerable, most uncomfortable to be touched but right now.. it felt necessary. She needed a touch, some friction,<em>something</em>down there to ease the longing aching down between her thighs.<br/><br/>Shallow, hot breaths panted between parted lips, brown orbs were cast down, concentrating on the smooth pale hand sliding up her skirt and towards those wet, intimate parts of herself.. this was a dangerous game but it was all she wanted right now.