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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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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.

That this would have been Rosie's for the asking at any time is beside the point. Rosie coming to this own her own, or as part of what they've worked so very hard to create together, that's what makes it sweet. Letting herself fall to pieces is something Sabrina enjoys very much, most often at Charlie's hands, and she realizes in this moment that she'd always wanted it from Rosie too.

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.

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."

Sabrina's not going to last long at all, not with the months of going without, not with the amazingly hot way Rosie handles her. How had she managed to forget the exact texture of the flat of Rosie's tongue, or the way her fingers press and curl inside her. Tiny, breathy cries fill the room, Sabrina's hips hitching up and up, into the onslaught of Rosie's attention.

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.

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.

Sabrina curls up against her, flushed and damp skin be damned, happy and utterly besotted, giving Rosie's lower lip a fervid suck as fingers wind into her hair. She doesn't think she could do much else at the moment if she tried, though her fingers skim up the plane of Rosie's midriff.

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.

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."

"I worried too," Sabrina answers, her voice quiet, unused to admitting doubt. "About a lot of things. Some of them that were real and some of them the kinds of things I let myself get distracted by." She allows herself to press soft, open-mouthed kisses to the hollow of Rosie's throat, to her collarbone, to her shoulder. "I think it's important for me to tell you both things, because I don't think I said it clear before. I love you, and I'm in love with you."

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."

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."

Sabrina smiles, and not just because she's gotten Rosie's bra off, her hands sliding up to cup the warm swell of her breasts. "Then we're in agreement on all those things," she says, kissing Rosie with her smiling, happy mouth. She'd like to spend more time there, but there's more she finally gets to do.

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.

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.

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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