Elphaba's aroused body was so real and alive against Glinda, filled with the underlaying vibrato of passion. She wanted this, exactly here, in this dusty attic-like chamber, so secretive, small and wild... but was this even real and not a hazy dream? Was she not in bed with Fiyero, sleeping soundly, dreaming of a green, heated snake making lunch of her heart... but no, this felt too real... And would not her longing still be unfulfilled - would she not still have that empty spot inside of herself that was meant to be filled by Elphaba, if this was not real? But all these needs felt so satisfied...<br/><br/>Glinda's tongue chased Elphaba's, felt rough green lips and a warm, moist tongue, sending a rush od adrenaline from the pit of her stomach. There was no need for words, gestures said it all... and for the first time, Glinda felt there was a distinct, feminine shape that was still unmistakable under all the boniness, felt the hips and the thighs with her wandering fingers... and loved every curve that she found.