The exhaustion that comes in the next few moments means nestling in further, dragging the bedclothes over them as Sabrina curls up, her head tucked in the crook of Rosie's neck. She's warm, and happy, and loved. Her fingertips trail along the delicate lines of Rosie's collarbones, dip into the valley between her breasts.

"It was perfect," she agrees. "I just... want to stay, right here." She tips up her face, shining all her adoration up at Rosie, her happiness, even as her eyes grow heavier and heavier. "...sleep together," she murmurs, "and wake up together, and have breakfast, and start the day..."