She'd been so close to the edge, so close to tipping over into coming, that when Nick's fingers slide out of her the loss feels nearly overwhelming. "Please," she whines, momentarily shameless and squirming and not at all the kind of obedient girl he wants her to be, before she pulls herself together once more.

"I...I mean, yes, Nick," she says, breathing hard and feeling the bed move as Nick slides up next to her. "You'll have to teach me so much, I know hardly anything at all, but...I want to learn." Rosie knows she's blushing at that, as hard or harder as she'd blushed at so many things already, but the heat of it is just another constant sensation right now; something that she's almost used to. "I want to learn h-how to be good."

His fingers press against her lips, smearing those slick traces of herself along her mouth, and the humiliation of it nearly makes her sob. Breathing out a long, shaky breath, she opens her mouth to accept them.