The excitement that captured the blonde witch wasn't unfamiliar to her, it was the intensity with which she felt it. Oh, indeed, she has burned with passion before, given her all and everything, and received the same passion in return, often to full satisfaction... but there was a layer of intense longing, as if harbored for years, that made this kiss unique. The simple touch to her hips, now made palpable through soft movements, started a fire within her that she had never felt in this way before. Her hips involuntarily writhed under the touch; she was simply unable to keep them still. Yet, she nearly froze in shock when Elphaba's sharp tongue turned gentle began playing with her lips. Such boldness from anyone else, except her fiancé, would have resulted in heavy protest under any other circumstance, but here she was, enchanted and approving.<br/><br/>In fact, Glinda longed for that new flavor, her curiosity nearly stung within her as to what Elphaba's tongue and mouth would taste like... feel like.. what made the difference between this kiss and any other, what accounted for this brathtaking intensity? What was uniquely<em>Elphaba</em>about it? Glinda allowed the lean witch to explore her lips and taste for as long as she could bear it, then she had to let her own tongue participate - meet that gentle snake from the jungle grove and play with it while sparks of excitement crackled through her every vein.