She wants, of course, arching a little when Sabrina's hand moves over her skin, aware of every minute inch of contact. She's still in her underthings--hadn't even been thinking about it until now, focused as she was on Sabrina--and for a minute she feels almost hilariously overdressed in contrast. But this is perfect, too, slowly touching, both of them twined with each other and kissing as if they'll never need air again.

"Oh, Sabrina," she says, softly stunned by the verbalization of something she'd known, and forgotten, and needed to learn again. She brushes a pale tangle of hair off of Sabrina's face, the better to see her more clearly, all the adoration pooled in the dark depths of her eyes. She kisses her again.

"Sometimes I didn't think I could find my way back to this," she says, careful with her words but needing to be honest. After so many nights of deception, of hiding herself because it silenced the doubts in her head, she needs in this moment to choose honesty. "That we could. But I loved you, always, and I wanted to. No matter how long it took."