Drinking down that little whimper, Sabrina can't help herself, whispering as they get the dress off of Rosie, "I do, I love you, I love you." She manages to smear a kiss across Rosie's lips before she feels that warm, sweet mouth on her throat.

Much as she wants to get her own hands all over Rosie, learn the feel of her skin again, where she's soft and where she's taut, where she's warmest-- Rosie's working on the button of her jeans. Sabrina shifts to help her, until the jeans are peeled down and kicked off her ankles, leaving her in matching lacy panties. There are few things Sabrina follows as religiously as matching her lingerie.

She lets her thighs splay just so, welcoming, begging Rosie back to her place between them.