Between woman and snake, she had been strung as primed in extrasensory wait as a tuning fork. She knew of no other way to be than as she was, with the near total loss of her hearing only forcing her to rely more heavily on what she could feel at her fingertips, and in her bones, and in the brush of sensation along her skin. In times of chaos, when buffeted by conflicting sensations of sound and thunder and the whirl of action to her eyes around her, it wound her up to anxiety and confusion. But, oh, how she loved how her body felt under the slip and rustle of silk being pressed up along her skin, how her pulse pounded through her veins like drumbeats as Ben's nose and mouth worked against her throat.
The same sense awareness that held her back shy and cautious in so much of her life only served then to hum a note of pleasure at his touch and let her lips fall parted where she breathed his name, encouraging. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth as she drew small circles at the nape of his neck with a faint shiver of anticipation working its way through her.