Rose gasps softly at the intensity of it, the sound quickly melting into a low hum of approval. Her one hand twists beneath Pearl's grip, up and around, so she can lace their fingers together; the other snakes around slender shoulders, to rest over her nape. She presses Pearl close, always loving the way her wiry frame caves beneath her touch, but she has no intention of overtaking her this time -- it's so rare to see her take the lead, and Rose is all too thrilled to follow.

"Look at that," she coos in admiration once the kiss has been broken, the corners of her eyes crinkling with her smile. "So assertive."