"Good -- s'what we wanted."

Cheek turning into the touch, her smile softens as her eyes slip closed. One steadying hand tightens on Beckett's hip, and her other hand slides down, fingers trailing along the chain while the heel of her hand comes to rest just above the swell of Beckett's breast.

Skin tingling with wine and warmth, she leaning back against Bill, tilting her head to brush the underside of his jaw with an open-mouthed kiss.

"What about you? Enjoying yourself?"