She tries. God how she tries, because the last thing she wants is to upset her sister. But instincts are instincts and even the sting of Rose's nails breaking her skin, forcing blood to well up on the skin can't stop it and she comes with a sharp cry, her grip punishingly tight in Rose's hair. It was too much, especially after the hours she's spent with a vibe in her, working her up till she was standing on tiptoes at the edge of the cliff.

She comes and even before she fully comes down she can hear herself mumbling, a soft little chant of "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I tried, I tried Rose I'm sorry."