Under their old dynamic, it might have sounded like an order, something Sabrina could say and expect to have it followed. Because her Rosie was good, and liked being good; was nervous and hesitant and liked the security of giving in to the two people who knew and had done more than she ever would.

It isn't like that now, and when Sabrina breathes out that direction it sounds for all the world like something vulnerable and needy and sweet. It sounds like begging, and that realization sends another hot, deep pulse rolling between Rosie's thighs. "I thought about that too," she says, the words a murmur before she nips at her again, a scrape of her teeth along another bit of perfect, clear skin. "Whether it was you doing it, or me. Both of us, leaving behind reminders that we choose to be each other's."

Sabrina arches with the light touch of her hand and Rosie takes it for the invitation that it is, her fingers finding the hard peak of her nipple, toying with it through the lace of her bra as she swallows up more of those beautiful, desperate sounds in another hungry kiss.