Beau's orgasm distracts from her own pleasure, if only briefly; but she doesn't mind, instead focusing on guiding her over that edge of pleasure, holding her there, taking in the sight of her as she tenses and arches and trembles above her.

It doesn't take a lot to bring her back anyway, just as it doesn't take a lot for her to follow soon after Beau's pleasure. She can feel the heat in her rising along with that orgasm, pulses of energy that threaten to burst from her, and her last conscious effort is to throw her free hand up and above her head, away from beau as small green flames erupt from her skin, travel all the way from her shoulder to her palm, and dissipate into air as her orgasm hits, waves of pleasure washing over her, in tandem with those flames as well as the pace of Beau's fingers gliding in and out of her.