She's shaking from it all, feeling parts of her body tighten in short spasms that she can't control and she's shaking. She's grateful for the wall behind her, that is lets her leans back against it even as her knees stay weak.

Dove knows what she's in for even as Rose pulls away and obediently she forces her fingers to let go. And in a way she's surprised that her sister hasn't marked her, that there wasn't fangs buried in the soft flesh of her thigh. Rose's temper when her control was damaged was always a fiercesome thing, and a part of Dove knows that it's only their location that keeps her from doing anything rash. They're short on time after all.

Her face tilts towards the kiss and Dove feels herself nod even as she turns her face more, lets herself run the tip of her tongue over her sister's cheek. It's taking initiative yes, but she hopes in some small way this sign of subservience will pacify her younger twin. "Yes, of course. What ever you see fitting Rose."