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Tulle, muslin, organza and brocade caught the bedroom breeze and brushed along Elphaba's skin where she laid, the hem of her ribbed dress high on her breasts while Galinda, knees bracketing her head, crotch hot through the corduroy, held the length of her— and it occurred to Elphaba, then, to go nose first, which at least swiped at the metal piercing in Galinda's slit, confirming, so that her breath would sputter and hips smother more; the push and pull of the low stakes chase gilded these minutes and hours so seamlessly, both after the bliss the other extended past solitude.