Sabrina Spellman (
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They make short work of getting back to Rosie's place, chosen because it's closer and neither of them are really prepared for the chill in the air. Sabrina thinks it also has to do with wanting to leave those awful few moments behind.
She follows Rosie into the apartment, waiting until the door's locked behind them to toe off her boots.
It's funny, she thinks, maybe not that funny, how shy she feels.
Yes, she's left it to Rosie just what happens here, and yes, she's enthusiastically accepting of even just being able to sit together and be warm and safe. Yes, she would be delighted for anything more than that, and there's been growing heat in kisses exchanged.
But it's still there, this twinge of shyness, this slight bit of doubt in herself-- not, as one might expect, about being enough, but about being too much.
"My hands are freezing," she announces. "Seriously, when did it get so cold?"
She follows Rosie into the apartment, waiting until the door's locked behind them to toe off her boots.
It's funny, she thinks, maybe not that funny, how shy she feels.
Yes, she's left it to Rosie just what happens here, and yes, she's enthusiastically accepting of even just being able to sit together and be warm and safe. Yes, she would be delighted for anything more than that, and there's been growing heat in kisses exchanged.
But it's still there, this twinge of shyness, this slight bit of doubt in herself-- not, as one might expect, about being enough, but about being too much.
"My hands are freezing," she announces. "Seriously, when did it get so cold?"
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"It's as though it happened all at once," she says, taking off the coat and getting a hanger from the hall closet. "Like a switch got flipped." She kicks off her heels, then steps forward to take Sabrina's hand again. Her own aren't much warmer, but she holds on tight, that shy smile still lingering on her face.
"I could make..." she starts to say, then laughs a little. How, after all this time, does this feel so new? Her fingers lace a little more tightly with Sabrina's, and she nods towards the living room. "Bit silly for us to keep standing in the middle of the hallway."
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Like magic.
She presses her own fingers back against Rosie's, and nods. "Right," she agrees, and she tugs again, gently, heading to the living room, to the comfort of the couch. "Sometimes it just feels... new."
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They sit on the couch, Rosie turning to pull the blanket from the back and shake it out, draping it over both their laps. "I don't mind it," she says, aware of the hush in her voice and the way she tilts toward Sabrina like a flower seeking the sun. "That it's new now. It feels like it ought to be, if we're making it ours."
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"You're right," Sabrina answers, pulling their entwined hands up to her mouth, where she breathes to keep warming their fingers. And maybe, just maybe, to let her mouth graze the back of Rosie's hand and knuckles as she speaks. "I don't-- before, it was good, it was really good. But this time, we chose this. We know that we're here for each other. We know where we stand, and--" Her cheeks are a little pink. "It's going to be even better."
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"It was wonderful before," she says. "Sometimes, wonderful because of...of things I didn't know could be so wonderful." She ducks her head and laughs, the fingers of her free hand tracing the curve of Sabrina's knee through the soft wool of the blanket. "You know what I mean."
When she looks up again, the flush is still on her face, her eyes bright and sparkling when they meet with Sabrina's. "I think you're right," she says. "It'll be better, and I want it. All of it."
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"Some of it was new to me, too," she says, just barely biting off a fairly explicit example of it. The touch against her knee sends a shiver through her, and she reminds herself to behave, to let Rosie leads as much as she wants to.
But she's sure she's not hiding how much she wants.
When Rosie says she wants it, all of it, a tiny keening sound escapes Sabrina, pleading and needy. She doesn't trust her voice.
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The gentlest tug at their joined hands is all the momentum it takes. She pulls Sabrina forward, putting her lips to hers in a deep, almost needy kiss.
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It's so good, and after all of the sorrow and struggle, such a bright and consuming light that she just wants to be consumed.
They've kissed before, they've even made out since it all came down, but it hasn't been with this sense of something more. Sabrina licks her way into Rosie's mouth, still letting Rosie control this, but giving back everything she's offered.
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She didn't know how she needed this until it was here, until it was now.
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"Rosie," she whispers again, and sinks back on the couch, pulling Rosie atop her, very clearly signaling that she has every intent of otherwise continuing to let Rosie guide them. She just finds she needs. the reassurance of Rosie's weight right there.
She's thought about it a lot, what it would be like to completely surrender herself.
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Rosie believes she's reading the signals right in the way Sabrina gives in, gives herself over to her. It's a permission she's not going to squander. "I've been thinking about this," she admits, the words murmured against Sabrina's skin as she mouths along her jaw, nips at her earlobe, runs a trail of kisses down her neck. "More and more, as we started figuring everything out."
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Her own hands come up to Rosie's ribcage, fingers spanning wide, feeling the expansion that comes with each breath, and she wiggles to center Rosie against her. Their legs tangle, Sabrina arching up a bit for contact, chasing Rosie's mouth even as she wants to know, "What have you been thinking about specifically?"
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"Specifics?" she asks, her voice just on the edge of husky. Rather than answer right away, she takes a little more advantage, kissing a mark against the pale skin of Sabrina's throat as she slips one hand beneath her sweater. "This, sometimes," she says at last. "Making out with you. Touching you just like this."
Her fingers track up the soft skin of Sabrina's belly, along the faint ridges of her ribs until her fingertips just graze the softer curve of one breast. "Letting us both get a little more out of control."
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She has little doubt it's not going to trickle through the gasps and moans, her body already starting to welcome Rosie back.
"Yeah," she breathes, "leave a mark there, please, please." That hand, so much warmer now, seeking her skin, nudging at the underside of her breast, steals her whole attention next, her nipples tightening and budding even through the sweater, her bra.
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It isn't like that now, and when Sabrina breathes out that direction it sounds for all the world like something vulnerable and needy and sweet. It sounds like begging, and that realization sends another hot, deep pulse rolling between Rosie's thighs. "I thought about that too," she says, the words a murmur before she nips at her again, a scrape of her teeth along another bit of perfect, clear skin. "Whether it was you doing it, or me. Both of us, leaving behind reminders that we choose to be each other's."
Sabrina arches with the light touch of her hand and Rosie takes it for the invitation that it is, her fingers finding the hard peak of her nipple, toying with it through the lace of her bra as she swallows up more of those beautiful, desperate sounds in another hungry kiss.
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She's been waiting for Rosie to understand that Sabrina's always been hers, long before Sabrina's lips had found her skin that first time.
As the kiss breaks so they can gasp for breath again, she whispers, "I am, I'm choosing to be yours, all you have to do is take me." She noses her way under Rosie's jaw to get her open mouth on the sweet skin there, a place that absolutely haunts her.
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"I will," she says, urging Sabrina's sweater up and off. They shouldn't stay out here on the couch much longer--Neil's not likely to come home, but Rosie couldn't stand the embarrassment if he did--but the thought of moving seems impossible right now. "Because you're mine to have, as much as I'm yours."
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She trembles at the promise that Rosie will take her, will draw her in and hold her and open her up, lay claim to what Sabrina has tried so hard to offer up, again and again until it's right.
This feels right, though, as she helps Rosie strip off her sweater, leaving her in a lacy bra the color of wine, deep and dark against her pale skin. She's rolling her hips against Rosie's thigh, wishing she had a skirt instead of her jeans. "However you want me," she promises, no challenge or tease there, just truth.
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"I love you so much," she sighs, reaching back to tug at the zipper of her dress, wanting it off, wanting to be bared and stripped for her.
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She knows that no matter what else, they do love each other, that it's the sort of love that could be what they temper it into. If they hadn't both wanted this, then Sabrina knows they would have been able to return to the love of friends.
They do want this, though. She can feel it singing in her blood, and she catches Rosie's mouth for another needy kiss first. "I love you too," she tells her, "so much." And then, very helpfully, reaches around and takes care of the zipper, as she has better access.
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The zipper goes down, the dress gapping open enough that Rosie can pull it off, leaving her in little more than a strapless bra and panties. Her hair mussed, curls framing her face, she kisses her way from Sabrina's mouth down to the line of her neck, then along her collarbone. All the while, her fingers fumble with the button on her jeans, then the zipper of her fly. It's frantic and forward, the thrill of taking control still new to her and still completely enthralling.
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Much as she wants to get her own hands all over Rosie, learn the feel of her skin again, where she's soft and where she's taut, where she's warmest-- Rosie's working on the button of her jeans. Sabrina shifts to help her, until the jeans are peeled down and kicked off her ankles, leaving her in matching lacy panties. There are few things Sabrina follows as religiously as matching her lingerie.
She lets her thighs splay just so, welcoming, begging Rosie back to her place between them.
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"I don't know if either of us can move right now, really," she says, the corner of her mouth going up in amusement. "But I don't want you here. I want you in my bed."
Nick might have said it better, and had before. He'd been strong, and commanding, and all the things Rosie wasn't sure she could be even if she tried, but maybe that didn't matter. She takes a breath, her fingers moving against the lace of Sabrina's panties, slow circles pressing in just slightly where she's already soaked. "Tell me you haven't forgotten where my bedroom is, even after all this time."
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Either way, she's utterly quiet, lips parted, skin flushed as she listens. Her eyes grow brighter with each word, and she sucks in a breath as Rosie finally strokes her fingers against the sodden bit of lace between her thighs. She can't help the way her hips automatically push into the touch, but the prospect of getting into bed is strong enough to keep her from just staying there, rocking against Rosie's hand.
"Uh-huh," she breathe, and manages through some infernal act to get up, taking Rosie's hands to draw her with her. Getting to the bedroom might be a little messy and clumsy, with Sabrina not ready to just let go and walk, but they do manage to end up on the bed in a tangle of limbs.
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Somehow they get up from the couch, the mechanics of it lost in a haze of desire. But they're up, stumbling hand in hand and pressed as close as they can get as they make it out of the living room and into the hall, down and down until Rosie's hand smacks against her bedroom door and pushes it open. She nearly trips over her bookbag, tossed onto the floor in haste just that afternoon, and laughs against Sabrina's mouth as she flails a bit for balance.
It's a handful of steps to the bed after that, Rosie pulling Sabrina down, breathing out another laugh as she feels her doing the exact same thing. "We haven't worked this bit out yet, have we?" she teases, low in Sabrina's ear as she finds the clasp of her bra, just two slim hooks holding it closed. Undoing it isn't as smooth or effortless as she'd have liked, but she feels it give way beneath her fingertips after only a moment.
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She knows, though, that this was there all along, waiting for them to bring it out into the sunlight and let it grow. And then Sabrina comes back to herself and Rosie's helping get her bra off, thank goodness. "We'll figure it out," she murmurs, wriggling to get out of the straps, distracted by the mark she's left on Rosie's neck, a spot that receives an almost chaste kiss.
So she's a bit of a possessive monster with the ones she loves-- not all things change.
Cool air hits the tender skin of her breasts and she gasps, making sure that as she's bared to Rosie, she's baring herself, offering more and more up, this is yours to take.
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"Thought about this too," she says, picking up the thread from before, willing to keep telling Sabrina everything, willing to take all the other girl gives up in exchange. Her tongue darts out, laving over the flushed peak of Sabrina's nipple before her mouth closes over it, sucking firmly. The taste of her skin is something she'd almost forgotten, until now.
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"What else," she breathes, pushing her fingers into Rosie's hair, pleading and possessive and stupidly grateful. "Whatever you want, it's yours, I swear."
Angling herself just so, she rolls her hips, seeking the friction of Rosie's thigh against the sodden cloth of her panties.
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"Everything," she says, smudging more kisses against her skin, a trail from one breast to the other, the fingers of one hand plucking at the nipple currently neglected by her mouth. "The way you kiss me. My fingers inside you. Falling apart against your tongue." Slowly, she starts to pull Sabrina's panties down, letting the lace tangle around her thighs before she draws it off entirely. "That time you used the toy you'd bought and had me deeper and harder than you'd ever done before."
Rosie moves down the bare length of her body, between her still-spread thighs. She looks up at Sabrina, pressing a kiss to her hip, then down, down, down--before she stops, another sweet and terrible torture.
"Most of all, hearing you say please."
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She's already a mess, flushed and a bit sweaty, her eyes huge and dark.
Licking her lips, she says, as sweetly and clearly as she can, "I think about it too. I want it. Please. Kiss me, touch me, please. God, I think about it too. I think about-- oh, I want you to use it on me too, to fuck me, please." Her thighs splay open, shameless in her wanting. "I want your mouth, please, but I want you to know how absolutely you can take me apart, leave me wrecked, please and I'll keep saying it."
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"You can have it," she promises, her mouth a mere breath away from the flushed, slick line of her. "I want it too. All of it. My mouth tonight, my fingers, and then...and then the toy sometime later. Soon."
There's not much more to say after that. Spreading her a little, opening her up, Rosie bends her head and puts her mouth against her, tongue rolling against Sabrina's clit.
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Perhaps that's another part of what's changed, that Sabrina's finally feeling able to step out of the role they'd all found for her too, one she's held for fear of losing out.
But she doesn't fear losing anything now, not when Rosie's beloved, clever mouth finally sets against the near-throb in the same little bundle of nerves under Rosie's tongue. She couldn't identify the sound that escapes her if she tried, only knowing it to be loud in the hush of Rosie's bedroom. "Please," she says, almost vulnerable, fingers tangled in Rosie's curling hair.
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Sabrina pulls at her curls and Rosie moans against her, her mouth and tongue busy licking and sucking like it's the only thing she wants to do. Sabrina's thighs shake with beautiful, building tremors, signs she's getting closer and closer to the edge, and as they reach their peak Rosie shifts just enough to slide two fingers into her, fucking her in time with the movement of her tongue on her clit.
"I want to feel you, Sabrina," she pants, a momentary pause. "Just like this, I know you can do it."
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She might shake apart, she thinks, and what a way to go.
And then Rosie tells her what she wants, and it's so easy, so right. With a desperate sob, Sabrina comes, the slick clench of her cunt grabbing at Rosie's fingers, her clit throbbing in time. It feels like she hangs there forever, and then she's dazedly clutching for Rosie, to pull her up and lick the taste of herself from Rosie's mouth.
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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.
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Not many things feel as if they fit these days, but she can feel the rightness of this, like turning a key in a lock to hear the click.
"I'm in love with you, you know," she whispers, pulling back just enough to look at Rosie's sweet, swollen mouth, for Rosie to see her wrecked and glimmering with happiness.
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"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."
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Her hand skims up Rosie's ribcage, and back, going for the clasp of her bra.
"I'd like to undress you," she breathes, "And then I'd like you to tell me how you want me to make you come. Not-- like a game, but because I want to know."
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"I love you too," she says, moving to let Sabrina at her bra clasp. Feeling it loosen, she smiles, and lets the other girl pull it off the rest of the way. "And I'm in love with you, and I want you to know." She presses close again, shivering delightedly at the brush of newly bared skin against her sheets, and kisses her. "You can keep undressing me, and once you're done, I want...I want your fingers. I want you to touch me, and kiss me, and make me fall apart."
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Her thumbs hook in the waistband of Rosie's panties, tugging them down her hips as she shifts to be half on top, getting the little garment gone and tossed aside. It seems especially important she has Rosie naked and pressed up against her, and Sabrina nudges a thigh between her legs. Oh, she'll get to what she promised, but first, Sabrina needs to get her mouth on Rosie's breasts. She sucks open-mouthed kisses up the slope of one, and wastes no time sucking the sweet point into her mouth, an urgent, relieved noise deep in her thought.
Peeking up at Rosie, she's watching to see if she ought to be more gentle at first, but the suction of her mouth stays firm, tongue laving roughly against the bud of her nipple. One hand smooths along Rosie's belly, sliding down toward the slick apex of her thighs.
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She could stay just like that, happily squirming and desperate, her head spinning at the edge of roughness Sabrina's already started to employ. But she's said what she wants, knows what she wants, and as Sabrina's hand slips downwards, Rosie parts her legs to meet it.
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Still, she can't help whispering, "I can't wait to get my mouth on you again," lifting her head so that she can feel their lips brush. "I thought about that a lot, of course," and she sighs a little as her fingertips skim along the slick, slightly swollen lips of Rosie's cunt, "and this," she murmurs, dragging two fingers through all that sweet wetness. She brings them up to her mouth, so very close to Rosie's mouth, and licks them clean before she slides her hand back down and seeks out that little nub of nerve endings.
Letting her thumb circle there, she watches Rosie with dark, blazing eyes. "But I don't want to get ahead of myself," she whispers, and places an almost chaste kiss to her lips. And then she kisses Rosie with a certain hot ferocity and urgency, licking eagerly into her mouth as those same two fingers slip up inside, marveling at the liquid velvet feel all over again.
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Rosie's already dark eyes darken further when she sees Sabrina lick the slick of her cunt off her fingers, more heat sparking within them as she squirms into the circling touch to her clit. "Oh, yes, please," she sighs just before Sabrina's mouth claims hers again, drowning out the needy cry she makes when those slim, beautiful fingers slide into her. Even as wet as she is, as ready, there's still a stretch to it that's utterly perfect.
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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."
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Clinging to Sabrina, she comes with a cry, clenching around her fingers, her hips still rolling to get every bit of pleasure out of the moment.
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And when Rosie relaxes around her fingers, Sabrina rests her stick hand between them, wiping it briefly on her own flank.
Shifting slightly, she makes sure she can see Rosie's eyes, the angles and curves of her face. Something's changed now, for the better; she can feel it settling in her bones.
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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."
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"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..."