Elphaba hardly had any time to respond, any words or anything resembling coherence for that matter was swept away in a sharp inhale - those lips she had claimed and devoured earlier were now flitting against her exposed breasts. Wet, warm lips briefly, oh so briefly pressing against the sensitive nubs caused Elphaba to sit up a little higher to support herself, hands moving back to the delicate body perched on her lap.  Eyes opened once more and she pushed her fingers up Glinda's thighs to the hem of her camisole, wanting to see and feel the beautiful body hidden by this flimsy piece of fabric.