Oh, seeing those tear-filled eyes - how they must sting Elphaba - from someone who could conjure up such a cold shell and held so much control - this way they had twice or even ten times the meaning they'd have on any other person. And oh, how sorry poor Glinda was that Elphaba must cry so, that no other reunion but a painful-joyful one was possible.<br/><br/>Anything she'd have expected - a painfully tight squeeze, irrational accusations, even, and endless apologies. However, Glinda suddenly found herself in a longing, forward embrace with Elphaba, kissed like no prince could kiss, held like no knight could hold. It took a moment to register that Elphaba had claimed her lips with such force that it nearly threw Glinda over - hot, needy, longing and desperate, her lips clung to Glinda's, making no excuses for this being anything but a kiss of passion.<br/><br/>And all Glinda could, in her not-so-quick mind, comment to that was: 'Oh yes, please.' And without knowing it, she meant two things by that: First of all she had been kissed before, but never ever had she been kissed like that - uncouth and uncasual, yet with every layer of romance and passion entwined, making any fairy tale princess envy her. And, secondly,<em>Elphie</em>was kissing her. It wasn't army-pumped-up Fiyero (who still was incredibly wonderful and breathtakingly sexy), whose chest had become so hard and strong, and whose duty had at times made him too exhausted to care for much but himself. It also wasn't little Boq who had certainly managed to steal his kisses (unwelcomed and outrageously misplaced) from an unknightly "below", nor anyone else of the once so arrogant people at Shiz or the foul hypocrites in governmental duty by her side, many of whom had tried their luck with beautiful Glinda. No - this was Elphaba, unconcealed and direct and honest.<br/><br/>There was no question as to what one should do when being kissed like that by someone like Elphaba: Participate. Glinda's hands clasped the long, thin frame before her more tightly, pushed herself up on her toes and hungered after Elphaba's lips passionately - conveying, without words, that she wouldn't survive another parting.