An approving sound reverberated through Elphaba's throat, excitement and blazing passion began to devour her from the inside out. The leaf green hand at the gentle hip slithered around, following the writhing curve to Glinda's narrow back, placed her palm flat against her lower back and pulled the squirming hips closer to her  own body, wanting to feel Glinda's excitement for herself.<br/><br/>Elphaba puffed a held breath through her sharp hatchet of a nose and licked, tasted, and enjoyed the soft almost candy flavor of Glinda's pliable lips. It was truly unlike anything she had ever experienced, it was as though the years of longing had added a unique spice of its own making Elphaba crave it all the more.  Her heart hopped when she felt the closed tiers she was tasting part and her pink muscle was joined by Glinda's slick and cool tongue which felt like wet velvet rubbing against hers. The proclaimed Wicked Witch gave a soft groan, her body aflame and demanding more.. more of Glinda.