"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Pretty please? With Oz-berries on top?"
"No!"
"Ten minutes? Come on, please? Just ten minutes, I swear it!"
"Hmm..."
"Honest to Oz! If you let me play with it now I won't bother you for the rest of the day!"
"Well...okay, but just ten minutes."
"Great! Now, move over a little bit."
"Here?"
"No, no, I want you in between my legs, just stretch out, yeah, right there."
"So what are you going to do first?"
"First I just want to touch it a little...god, wow, it's perfect..."
"Did you...did you just moan?"
"It just feels so good on my fingers! Now, how does that feel?"
"Ohh, that feels good."
"Great..."
"Uhh..."
"Now I'm gonna have to get a little rough."
"What do you mean by 'rough'?"
"I'm just saying what I'm about to do could hurt a little...so brace yourself."
"Brace myself? What in the...argh! God, Glinda!"
"Don't worry, Elphie, the hard part is nearly over. I'll be gentle now."
-
Outside of the room, ear pressed up against the door, Fiyero's eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he carefully- and rather uncomfortably- peeled himself from the floor and made his way back to his own quarters. The poor Prince was dazed, confused, disappointed and frightfully turned on.
Just as Fiyero arrived at his own door, a classmate, Boq, passed by, giving the Prince a friendly smile. Fiyero thought for a moment (which was rather difficult for the the poor young man) and nodded. He then grabbed the passing Munchkin by his Shiz tie and pulled him closer.
"Yes," he said, looking at Boq (who had both terror and confusion written on his face). "You'll do." With that said, Fiyero pulled Boq into a powerful kiss and dragged him into his room. Apart from a very Munchkin-like squeal, nothing more was heard as the door slammed closed.
-
"Elphie, I am sorry that I hurt you. But really," she chided, still gently pulling the comb through Elphaba's thick, dark hair. "If you took care of this a little better in the first place, it wouldn't hurt so much when you tried to get the tangles out. And it'd be such ashame to neglect such beautiful hair as yours..."
Elphaba sat with crossed arms and a scowl marring her green features. "Yes, well, that may be, but now my head hurts."
Glinda pressed her pink lips gently to the spot in question. "Better?"
Elphaba blushed (or at least something that was almost a blush as her cheeks grew a shade greener).
"No," she said softly, manoeuvring herself around so that she was facing Glinda on the bed. "My lips hurt."
Another kiss.
"Better?" Glinda's voice, although no louder than a whisper, seemed to echo in Elphaba's ears.
"I...I think it would be best to repeat the experiment."
"I couldn't agree more."