Feeling Pearl's physical plea to be closer, Rose tightens her hold, keeps her steady. Their chests press together, Pearl drawn onto tiptoes as Rose leans further down, so her mouth can reach its destination at last -- closing around the soft dip of flesh between pointed collarbones. She sucks against it, firm pressure without the sting of teeth -- to mark without hurting.

It's a few moments more before Rose is satisfied, breaking her mouth away with a wet pop and a pink crescent of a smile.

"Where next, my Pearl?"