By no means is it what Beckett had originally intended when she'd moved in, hovering in their space but not really making any quick motions to duck away.

Her hand awkwardly attempts to find purchase somewhere, settling for a loose grasp around Kate's wrist, her thumb brushing over the pulse that flutters along the inside where the skin is thinnest. Beckett's eyes are closed, but she can still picture it - almost translucent, blue veins threading together and apart.

Her other hand uses Kate's hip to steady herself, the scent of citrus and the press of Kate's mouth against hers a dizzying combination.

She breaks away after a moment, blinking slowly.