Glinda writhed and shifted, still, unable to keep her body at rest. She elicited small mewls and hot breaths as Elphaba toyed with her nipples, making her crave the attention more and more with every touch. Fingertips dipped under the hem of Elphaba's skirt. Glinda's mind was already elsewhere - naked, on top of Elphaba, grinding and kissing and getting sweaty with need. Oh, they'd have all night, but if it took that long, she'd wither away in need.<br/><br/>"Ahh.,.. Elphie... Elphie, please..." What she was begging for, she did not know. Progress, most likely - coming closer to that vision of hers with both of them naked and living the need they felt.