The shyness that plagued her in so many settings, and with so many people, was nowhere in evidence then. Not with Ben, not with her knees set on either side of his hips, her mouth on his, and the bottom of her dress crept up high over tanned thighs. The body heat she borrowed from him to revel in, from his chest where she had pressed herself up against him, from the hands that spread wide over her hips, had her body humming in anticipation and had she ever felt shy around him anywhere in the last year of knowing him, it wouldn't have been then.
She was slim but not soft, the lines of her body drawn in terms of sleek muscle, long limbs, and small curves. It made having him - broad and solid - against her particularly interesting to her. Whatever she couldn't remember of the hours before it, she remembered every detail of the night she had spent with Ben before. Of how it felt to have his weight over her and his hands sliding eager over her body. Of how he looked when he was beneath her and his head fallen back against the pillow under him as she moved. Of the reverberations against her skin when he growled between kisses.
Her smile pulled at the corners of her mouth in the wake of his question, heat high in her cheeks that wasn't entirely to do with his words as she let her hands fall to lay flat against his chest. "Not at work, no," although they hadn't actually ever worked on the same case in all the time she'd known him, so it wasn't as if that was actually a concern. "But otherwise?" She tipped her head at him and smiled, well aware of her current position. "I don't think I'd mind."