Blood rushes too fast under Kate's skin as her free hand wanders to the small of Beckett's back. Half-dizzy with sensation and the smell of cherries filling her nose, she's grateful for Bill behind her.

When she opens her eyes, she swallows and licks her lips, cheeks flushing darker.

"I -- "

On some level, she thinks she should apologize, but that felt more like an accident than a mistake; Beckett's still so close and Kate's fingers are threading into her hair at the base of her skull, tentative and featherlight.

"Was that okay?"

Her eyes leave Beckett's so she can chance a look at Bill.