Rose sounds so -- almost desperate, a yearning that lights a hot twinge of sympathy in Pearl. That feeling is one she knows keenly, and seeing it mirrored like this in Rose makes her lightheaded. Her heartbeat thudding back into the urgent drumbeat rhythm of arousal that has had her body strung tight for what seems to have been most of this evening, already.

She tilts her head. "Yes, kiss me," she breathes against Rose's lips, eyelashes lowering. Her hips move in a slow roll against Rose's fingers, question and permission all at once.