Unbidden, she makes a small, needy sound when Sabrina moves beneath her, surrenders just that little bit more with her head back and her legs splayed such that Rosie's thigh slots perfectly between them. Her fingertips are warm against the thin fabric of Rosie's dress, and she feels each touch like another spark of fire beneath her skin.

"Specifics?" she asks, her voice just on the edge of husky. Rather than answer right away, she takes a little more advantage, kissing a mark against the pale skin of Sabrina's throat as she slips one hand beneath her sweater. "This, sometimes," she says at last. "Making out with you. Touching you just like this."

Her fingers track up the soft skin of Sabrina's belly, along the faint ridges of her ribs until her fingertips just graze the softer curve of one breast. "Letting us both get a little more out of control."