Rosie lets out a soft, sobbing whine when Sabrina's hand comes to rest on her head, the slight pull and twist of fingers in her hair another thing she'd missed more than she knew. Sabrina starts to move against her, underneath her, and Rosie's hips roll in counterpoint.

"Everything," she says, smudging more kisses against her skin, a trail from one breast to the other, the fingers of one hand plucking at the nipple currently neglected by her mouth. "The way you kiss me. My fingers inside you. Falling apart against your tongue." Slowly, she starts to pull Sabrina's panties down, letting the lace tangle around her thighs before she draws it off entirely. "That time you used the toy you'd bought and had me deeper and harder than you'd ever done before."

Rosie moves down the bare length of her body, between her still-spread thighs. She looks up at Sabrina, pressing a kiss to her hip, then down, down, down--before she stops, another sweet and terrible torture.

"Most of all, hearing you say please."