oblivious

"I'm sorry—""Don't." Glinda murmurs, voice steady but low. They look at each other for a few quiet seconds and then something passes across Glinda's features, her eyebrows pulled together, "My lipstick. It's on your cheek,"Elphaba smiles, feeling emboldened by the sudden remembrance of the verifiable facts that Glinda had been the one to initiate all of this and that Glinda had kissed her and that Glinda still hasn't left her lap, and that Glinda said not to apologise for making her rather seductively hiss. Elphaba slides both her hands slowly to Glinda's hips, squeezes once when they get there, "Well, you are wearing lipstick."Glinda hums. Then she's lowering her head again. Only, this time, she angles it down and presses the lightest kiss to her jaw. She lingers longer there. And Elphaba sighs, guiltily, happily, feeling desperately needy for a real kiss.

poorly reviewed btwyes i can't not mention that godforsaken pink robe. it's so pretty and fitting and i love itbased on: tumblr link or twitter linkinspo of the “can i try something?” scenesorry i can’t remember if the word is froat or not D: