They've studied each other like this before, almost exactly like this; flushed and just a little overwhelmed, having given in to something they'd both known was building. Before, it was all hot desire, encouraged but not caused by the new shifts in their little knot of four. It wasn't a false start, but it had been an incomplete one, something they tumbled into rather than fully chose--and maybe that's where the problem had been.

This time, it's something deeper.

Rosie smiles softly, her eyes on Sabrina's, leaning in to rest their foreheads together as she tugs her close with a hand on her hip. "Perfect," she murmurs, and kisses her again. "All of that was perfect."