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Sabrina Spellman ([personal profile] signed_sabrina) wrote2020-12-01 01:40 pm
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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?"
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[personal profile] forthsofar 2020-12-01 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
She keeps Sabrina's coat on the entire way back to Candlewood, letting it wrap around her shoulders and keep her...held, maybe. Soothed and safe, in a way she hadn't known she needed. Once they're home, the apartment quiet--Neil still out with Caleb, she thinks, and likely to stay gone the rest of the night--she gives Sabrina another shy, warm smile, watching her take off her boots.

"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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[personal profile] forthsofar 2020-12-02 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
Sabrina speaks in concert with her thoughts as they cross from the hallway to the living room, an acknowledgement that eases the strange--but not unpleasant--flutter of nerves inside her. It was new, as new as their hesitant first date to the boardwalk, as new as all the times they've kissed since then, light and delicate and waiting for something more. Rosie thinks, perhaps, that something more has just arrived.

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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[personal profile] forthsofar 2020-12-03 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Her breath catches at the brush of Sabrina's lips, heat flushing her face and staining her cheeks just as pink, she thinks, as the rosy blush on Sabrina's face. The slow, building thing that's started between them, carried along as they went from the bench outside the club to right here, now, on the couch, deepens even further. Rosie welcomes it, more readily than she might have thought only a few hours before.

"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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[personal profile] forthsofar 2020-12-04 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
That little sound shoots right through her, only enhancing the tightly-wound tension that's formed between them. Rosie knows it's hers to break, hers to choose whatever path she wants to go down from here, and the power of it is the headiest thing she's felt in a long time. She keeps looking into Sabrina's eyes, seeing the heat and the wanting and the hope there, and she decides.

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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[personal profile] forthsofar 2020-12-04 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
They press almost flush against one another, Sabrina's arms around Rosie and Rosie's hands splayed at Sabrina's back, keeping her there, keeping her close. She pours all her longing into each kiss and gets the same back in return, in each hot sweep of Sabrina's tongue and the small, wanting noises they both make.

She didn't know how she needed this until it was here, until it was now.
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[personal profile] forthsofar 2020-12-04 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes," she says every time Sabrina whispers her name like that, so full of desire and amazement that they've gotten here at last. When she pulls her down, Rosie follows, the blanket sliding to one side as she moves above Sabrina, her hands skimming the curve of her hips and the lean length of her side. They kiss each other like they're starving--and maybe they were, after so many months of being so careful.

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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[personal profile] forthsofar 2020-12-05 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Unbidden, she makes a small, needy sound when Sabrina moves beneath her, surrenders just that little bit more with her head back and her legs splayed such that Rosie's thigh slots perfectly between them. Her fingertips are warm against the thin fabric of Rosie's dress, and she feels each touch like another spark of fire beneath her skin.

"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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[personal profile] forthsofar 2020-12-06 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
Under their old dynamic, it might have sounded like an order, something Sabrina could say and expect to have it followed. Because her Rosie was good, and liked being good; was nervous and hesitant and liked the security of giving in to the two people who knew and had done more than she ever would.

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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[personal profile] forthsofar 2020-12-06 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sabrina," she says, her name a soft, gasping sound in the wake of that heated acquiescence. She shifts her leg to press more firmly at the juncture of Sabrina's thighs, giving her more pressure, more to grind and buck against, starting a slow, rolling movement of her own hips to add another layer of sensation. One thin strap of her dress has fallen down, baring the pale curve of her shoulder, but she barely notices. Even less so, once Sabrina's mouth finds its way to the underside of her jaw.

"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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[personal profile] forthsofar 2020-12-06 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
They could do just this forever, moving and panting and kissing each other breathless, letting each touch of their fingers feel like some new experience. Rosie would be happy to melt into all of it--but the drive for more is a difficult thing to deny. Sabrina's sweater comes off, her bra dark and lovely against her pale skin, and Rosie pulls back just enough to look at her splayed out against the couch cushions.

"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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[personal profile] forthsofar 2020-12-07 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Rosie whimpers a little into Sabrina's mouth as they kiss, a small, relieved sound that she'd said it back--not that it was ever in doubt, not really, but the journey's been so long for them both. It's not over yet, neither of them are naive enough to think that, but they're closer now than they've ever been.

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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[personal profile] forthsofar 2020-12-08 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
It's beautiful, seeing her like that; dark lace and flushed skin, spread thighs and the taut arch of her back. Rosie drinks in the sight of it, her fingers skating up the inside of Sabrina's thigh, watching the touch--the need, something only Rosie's firing within her right now, and what a revelation that is--register on her face.

"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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[personal profile] forthsofar 2020-12-09 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Good," she says to that breathy answer, given as Sabrina's hips roll into the press of her fingers. She wants to tuck that lace aside, or tug her panties down entirely, sink her fingers into the slick, wet heat of her--but there'll be time for all of that later. Again and again, even. Rosie does reward her with a firmer, quicker touch, just for a moment before she takes her hand away. "I thought as much."

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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[personal profile] forthsofar 2020-12-10 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
Rosie loves that gasp, the shuddering sound of it and the way Sabrina's chest heaves with the action. It's another perfect thing that's completely hers, brought on by no one else. She makes a soft noise of her own when Sabrina kisses the mark at her neck, but then she's moving, dipping her head down to graze her mouth over the curve of one breast.

"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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[personal profile] forthsofar 2020-12-14 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Rosie lets out a soft, sobbing whine when Sabrina's hand comes to rest on her head, the slight pull and twist of fingers in her hair another thing she'd missed more than she knew. Sabrina starts to move against her, underneath her, and Rosie's hips roll in counterpoint.

"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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[personal profile] forthsofar 2020-12-14 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
This is what she'd been hoping to feel, waiting to claim for herself after getting so lost on the other side of it, through no one and everyone's fault at the same time. Sabrina pleads and gasps and swears, weak and shaking with need, and it's Rosie who holds all the control; she can give or take, reward or withhold, make it fast and frantic or slow and decadent, whatever she most feels like choosing. It's all possible now.

"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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[personal profile] forthsofar 2020-12-14 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
She loves hearing her, having the taste of her fill her mouth and flood her senses, feeling her fingers tighten in her hair. It all tells her she's doing this right, giving Sabrina all the things she's missed--that they've both missed, and wanted, and waited to have again.

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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[personal profile] forthsofar 2020-12-14 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Rosie lets her ride right there against her tongue, the pulse of her cunt around her fingers making something clench deep and desirous between her own thighs. She works her through it until she's limp and gasping, so perfectly spread against the sheets of her bed it's like she never left.

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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[personal profile] forthsofar 2020-12-17 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
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."
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[personal profile] forthsofar 2020-12-17 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
No matter how distracting Sabrina's kisses are, or how much she wants to sink into them, Rosie knows listening to what's being said is important. It's too easy for both of them to get entrenched in their own heads, their own thoughts, and forget to hear what the other one is saying. Even when, like now, it's something more full of love than anything she could have imagined.

"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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[personal profile] forthsofar 2020-12-20 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
Rosie whimpers softly, sweetly, chasing the instinct to bear down on Sabrina's thigh when it's pressed between her legs. The pressure of it is perfect, more so when layered with the hot suction of Sabrina's mouth on her breasts and the sweep of her tongue across one nipple. "Oh," she says, more noise than word as she arches into the feeling, her hips grinding down against the flat of Sabrina's thigh.

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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[personal profile] forthsofar 2020-12-22 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's not a surprise," Rosie says breathlessly, shivering when Sabrina's lips touch hers at the same time as her fingers glide down against her cunt. "That we were both doing a lot of thinking."

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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[personal profile] forthsofar 2021-01-03 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
Rosie moves herself on those fingers, fucks herself and grinds against the heel of Sabrina's hand, lets the angle shift to something hard and perfect and as deep as they both can manage it. "I love you too," she gasps, and it's true; always has been, the deep bedrock unchanged by everything else that's happened between them.

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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[personal profile] forthsofar 2021-01-03 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
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."