"Later," comes her reassurance. Beta brings up her head so Joan can see her smile- and to notice the color on her cheeks, the flushed skin all over, all the little signs of genuine arousal. If she got her hand down Beta's trousers, she would find her wet and excited. "You first."

They were fighting in a bar a few hours ago. There hasn't been a courtship. Sweet and as close as possible simultaneous orgasm isn't a hurtle she wants to try and clear. Joan first, then Beta will have her fun, and then her hand will be fixed.