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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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All of the possibilities could be overwhelming, and for once in her life, Sabrina's pleased to have pretty clear instructions.

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.

"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.

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."

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.

Sabrina rains down little open-mouthed kisses wherever she can reach on Rosie, on her face and shoulders and the sweet slopes of her breasts. "I love you," she breathes, again and again, until she's sucking the words into the hollow of Rosie's throat as they both wring out Rosie's orgasm for every last moment.

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.

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."

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..."

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