Gabrielle smiled coyly. "Maybe," she mused softly. It was clear Sara wasn't buying her virginal act; though that was no surprise as it was far from convincing. However, it did serve to distract Sara from discovering she would surely not be the one in charge that night.
The battle was just what Gabrielle wanted and needed. She strongly pressed her body to Sara's and held her tightly as they kissed. She was a worthy opponent as her tongue and lips and teeth sought control just as Gabrielle's did.
Pushed back against the mirror, Gabrielle used the moment of separation to slip her hand down between Sara's legs. She scraped her nails up her thigh and under her skirt. Finding her panties, she palmed Sara through the wet fabric and began to grind her hand against her.