There's a pleased sound when Beau helps her with the clothes, both relieved and excited to have no layers left between them both. She hardly has the time to do anything before Beau's hand dips between her legs, and a cry of pleasure is ripped out of her the moment she feels that warm, soft pressure sinking past her wet folds.

It takes some focus to actually stop flames from bursting right out of her hands, but the heat is still there, felt where her palms press to Beau's forearms where she clings to her. Both legs fold and shift wider apart, hips tipping up eagerly, and soon she's moving a hand down between them to mirror the gesture, warm fingers reaching between Beau's thighs and sliding along the slit. Her other hand cups the back of Beau's neck, pulling her in so she can kiss her, deep and hungry.