Rosie lets her ride right there against her tongue, the pulse of her cunt around her fingers making something clench deep and desirous between her own thighs. She works her through it until she's limp and gasping, so perfectly spread against the sheets of her bed it's like she never left.

When Sabrina pulls her up, she goes, another quiet, happy sound swallowed up when Sabrina's mouth meets hers. She pushes one hand into Sabrina's hair, holding her in the kiss because she can, even though neither of them have any wish to pull away.