So many other words rise up in Sabrina, and she still doesn't think they'd be enough for this feeling, suddenly overcome with gratitude and a sorted of heated awe. She pours it into Rosie's mouth, tongue working as if each swipe, each gentle scrape of her teeth, could somehow communicate it all; she hopes it does. She kisses Rosie like she's sealing an oath, which is basically the truth.

She shifts them so that she can keep up the deep, hungry pull of each kiss as she searches out that little sweet spot inside Rosie, stroking her fingertips there once she's found it-- and after a few breathless moments, can bump her wrist, her other hand, anything that works against the tense knot of Rosie's clit.

"I love you," she gasps into Rosie's mouth. "So much, let me feel you."