That this would have been Rosie's for the asking at any time is beside the point. Rosie coming to this own her own, or as part of what they've worked so very hard to create together, that's what makes it sweet. Letting herself fall to pieces is something Sabrina enjoys very much, most often at Charlie's hands, and she realizes in this moment that she'd always wanted it from Rosie too.

Perhaps that's another part of what's changed, that Sabrina's finally feeling able to step out of the role they'd all found for her too, one she's held for fear of losing out.

But she doesn't fear losing anything now, not when Rosie's beloved, clever mouth finally sets against the near-throb in the same little bundle of nerves under Rosie's tongue. She couldn't identify the sound that escapes her if she tried, only knowing it to be loud in the hush of Rosie's bedroom. "Please," she says, almost vulnerable, fingers tangled in Rosie's curling hair.