Rosie loves that gasp, the shuddering sound of it and the way Sabrina's chest heaves with the action. It's another perfect thing that's completely hers, brought on by no one else. She makes a soft noise of her own when Sabrina kisses the mark at her neck, but then she's moving, dipping her head down to graze her mouth over the curve of one breast.

"Thought about this too," she says, picking up the thread from before, willing to keep telling Sabrina everything, willing to take all the other girl gives up in exchange. Her tongue darts out, laving over the flushed peak of Sabrina's nipple before her mouth closes over it, sucking firmly. The taste of her skin is something she'd almost forgotten, until now.