The only response Sara gave to Gabrielle's question was in a sudden movement to Gabrielle's blouse, ripping it the rest of the way open. It may have been a new uniform that she tore, but Sara by this point had become skilled at repairing clothes that might have been torn in fits of passion. She tended to get a little carried away sometimes in that regard.
Smirking as Gabrielle's legs finally gave way, Sara bucked her hips against Gabrielle's hand as it rubbed her. In response to her own actions, she pressed her thigh more firmly against Gabrielle. "See, you definitely like acting like a little slut. I can feel how wet you are against my leg."
As Sara continued her work on Gabrielle's neck, her hands went up to cup Gabrielle's breasts over her bra. Her mouth deftly moved down from the blonde's neck to her collarbone and the tops of her breasts. Gabrielle's skin tasted wonderful and her scent was intoxicating.
Hearing Gabrielle assessment about her, Sara had to grin. It couldn't be more right. "You're very perceptive. I do love shagging girls like you into the bed. Until you scream and can't even take it any more..." she growled. Hearing Gabrielle's second comment, she looked up from her work on the girl's chest. She didn't know whether to deny it or not. Clearly Gabrielle had connected her to Daphne, but she was still secretive about it. In the heat of the moment though, she wasn't too worried about it. So she answered. "More times than I can count. Jealous?"