Rosie whimpers a little into Sabrina's mouth as they kiss, a small, relieved sound that she'd said it back--not that it was ever in doubt, not really, but the journey's been so long for them both. It's not over yet, neither of them are naive enough to think that, but they're closer now than they've ever been.

The zipper goes down, the dress gapping open enough that Rosie can pull it off, leaving her in little more than a strapless bra and panties. Her hair mussed, curls framing her face, she kisses her way from Sabrina's mouth down to the line of her neck, then along her collarbone. All the while, her fingers fumble with the button on her jeans, then the zipper of her fly. It's frantic and forward, the thrill of taking control still new to her and still completely enthralling.