Aurelia’s orgasm, when finally pushed over the edge, is not a loud affair. Instead she grows ever quieter, the tension in her building higher and higher until finally she lets out a single strangled gasp and shakes beneath Rosie. Her body twists and turns, then the tension begins to bleed out of her, even as she coats Rosie’s fingers. Her limbs relax one by one, her expression goes slack, and with a soft moan she slumps completely to the sheets below.

When she finally rouses herself, Rosie’s words drawing a blank stare and a few confused blinks, it takes a visible amount of effort to focus and push herself upwards. She reaches out towards Rosie, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close, quietly desperate not to lose contact and warmth as she leans in and whispers against the taller woman’s skin. “That’s… never happened before…”

Even quieter, entirely silent, is the murmured thanks given onto her as Aurelia cuddles up to Rosie.