Dejah remembered how John Carter kissed. Rough, conquering. She had been too willing to surrender.

Elphaba's kiss was far different. Her lips were far softer and her body too. Soft, but toned. Dejah found herself leaning into her green-skinned companion. Her desire was indeed ignited as her lips parted to deepen the kiss. Her own hands slid around and up along Elphaba's spine.