"Oh, convenient," she can't help but note as she feels the ease at which the fabric is stripped away. The flesh exposed is explored eagerly by her gentle, roaming fingers. The scars offer no hesitation since Aurelia might see Rosie has a few of her own. Some more prominent than others, but she has a spattering of the light marks across her body from years of battle herself. The little whimpers that her caresses draw only appear to delight her even more. "And someone said you weren't desirable?" she questions, thumbing over one of her nipples lightly as she kisses Aurelia's neck just to hear more of those adorable sounds.

When she rises back up a little, that edge of her top is caught and she hums out a satisfied note for the press of lips there too. So used to focusing on her partner's pleasure was Rosie that she was falling a bit into old habits without even recognizing it. "You can," she offers, hand overlaying one of Aurelia's to held guide her to tugging that collar of Rosie's down even further. Her bare breasts fall free - who needs a bra, in ye olden times? - and she shimmies her shoulders to help nudge that fabric of her dress off and down towards her hips and hopes the view is appreciated as she does.

Eventually, she'll kick the whole thing off but settles for now for the cloth bunched there as she lets Aurelia explore her body in kind. Now that she's less clothed though, Rosie again draws her fingers along the apex of the woman's thighs and rubs lightly there over the remaining layer of undercloth. And while she's being a bit more gentle to start, she does add: "And don't worry about being a little rougher, if you want, with them. I actually prefer it." A pinch of teeth, dig of fingernails, or kneading hard enough to bruise- All of it's welcome if Aurelia does get a little carried away. Rosie always hopes people do.