Glinda elicited another moan, her body feeling so alive and heated with Elphaba's skill. Could it be that Elphaba wanted her just as much...? There was no opposition or resistance to something that had been a matter of privacy for years in Shiz: The usually clothed parts of Elphaba's body. She pushed her hips forward asking more touches and grinding... while her hasty hands found their way under the shirt to feel warm, oil-smoothed skin under the delicate tips of her fingers.<br/><br/>"You.... have a bed...?"<em>//Well, or something that can pass for one.//</em>