Rosa could still complain; she'd thought about it, smirking into the kiss as she imagined the little annoyed sounds of expressions Seivarden might make when she did. But then there were nails digging into her back, and a small, pleased sound escaping her as she squirmed and shifted into it, and her own nails digging into into the backs of Seviarden's shoulders to let her know that just a little was not nearly enough.