She can't breathe or think, her nerve endings burning with the feel of Bill's mouth on hers and the brush of Beckett's tongue.

She pulls away just enough to look at Bill with a small, wicked smile.

"Gotta take care of our guest."

She dips her head to kiss Beckett's collarbone, letting her mouth trail lower with a soft murmur -- Bill, c'mere -- against Beckett's skin.