This is what she'd been hoping to feel, waiting to claim for herself after getting so lost on the other side of it, through no one and everyone's fault at the same time. Sabrina pleads and gasps and swears, weak and shaking with need, and it's Rosie who holds all the control; she can give or take, reward or withhold, make it fast and frantic or slow and decadent, whatever she most feels like choosing. It's all possible now.

"You can have it," she promises, her mouth a mere breath away from the flushed, slick line of her. "I want it too. All of it. My mouth tonight, my fingers, and then...and then the toy sometime later. Soon."

There's not much more to say after that. Spreading her a little, opening her up, Rosie bends her head and puts her mouth against her, tongue rolling against Sabrina's clit.