Her head tilts back without a second thought when Rose presses her mouth to her skin, a submissive action, Dove well aware of it's meaning between people like them. But it's more than suitable and even if Dove is the taller one she feels so very small, one hand clinging to the side of her sister's blouse, feeling every curve of Rose pressed up against her own. And then she bites and Dove can't stifle the cry, hips jerking into Rose, grinding and clenching against the vibe at the same.

"I-I-I..." she stutters, before swallowing hard, eyes half closed and body twitching. Fuck it's hard to think beyond the base instinct and she can smell Rose too, the two scents making her dizzy. "Fuck, yes, yes Rose, please." She doesn't know which she's saying yes to, and in truth it doesn't matter. Just as long as Rose does something.