A small moan wormed it's way out from the back of Glinda's throat, involuntarily and very genuine - she loved this - the touch of Elphaba's thigh sent rushes through her, wishes, hopes, maybe some imagination... and at least a cartload of desire. Her body felt so small and fragile against these powerful feelings Elphaba inflicted upon her.<br/><br/>She wanted more... that skin, the unveiled scent and feel of it, the movement of the velvety green as muscles played beneath it. She wanted to know what she had missed seeing all these years under the unrevieling black garments... almost too hastily, Glinda's hands began untucking Elphaba's shirt from her skirt.