Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked. Bleh.
The full moon shone strongly through the large window, illuminating everything in their room with a soft white glow. Rippling green skin looked to be silver in places, and the still night was punctuated with soft moans and gasps as the figures in the bed moved together.
Elphaba inhaled sharply as a pink tongue skillfully manipulated her breasts, arching into the touch. Her fingers tangled in curly hair, lifting her hips to push shamelessly against her lover's stomach, her eyes screwed tightly shut in pleasure.
She moaned again as fingers and tongue moved lower, shifting to make room for the blonde head that descended between her legs. She cried out with each stroke of the tongue, hips bucking as she chewed on her lower lip nearly hard enough to draw blood. Two fingers plunged deep inside her, and she screamed in rapture as they twisted expertly against her inner walls. There was only one person who could make her feel this good.
"Glinda!!"
The Winkie prince above her pretended not to hear.
A/N: For those of you who don't know, I LOATHE Fiyeraba. This is probably the closest thing to Fiyeraba I will ever write, and it will most likely never happen again. :P