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[signed_sabrina]

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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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.

[signed_sabrina]

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.

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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."

[signed_sabrina]

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..."