The nudge to her thigh is maybe gentler than she deserves, given how she'd slipped out of position so thoughtlessly. She moves her legs apart once more, her hips still rocking as Nick fingers her. When he explains a little more, those few obscene details of what Sabrina has said she wants at some future date, Rosie can't keep herself from picturing it. Sabrina perched above her, wanting her in this specific way; how she might sound, as Rosie did her best to give her what she asked for. How she might taste.

"Oh, that'd be..." she moans, another pleasant shudder running through her. "I'd need you both to teach me, i-it's true. So I could do it right, be as good at it as she'd want me to be. So..so I could make her come, like that."