She smiles against Beckett's skin when Bill's fingers cause a shiver to spread down to her hip.
Shifting, her fingers leave Beckett's hair so she can brace herself on the mattress and scoot down, letting her mouth wander past the cotton-covered swell of Beckett's breast to the detective's ribs.
Her free hand slides up Bill's nape, fingers threading into his hair, the soft strands tickling her palm.
"I -- I've never -- "
She breathes a laugh into Beckett's hip.
"If I'm bad at this, s'okay," she says, nuzzling the warm skin just above the waistband of Beckett's underwear. "You can say so, it's all right."
She turns her head to glance at Bill, and her tongue darts out to flick a spot near Beckett's navel.
"Bill's great -- he'll just switch me places, 'kay?"
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Shifting, her fingers leave Beckett's hair so she can brace herself on the mattress and scoot down, letting her mouth wander past the cotton-covered swell of Beckett's breast to the detective's ribs.
Her free hand slides up Bill's nape, fingers threading into his hair, the soft strands tickling her palm.
"I -- I've never -- "
She breathes a laugh into Beckett's hip.
"If I'm bad at this, s'okay," she says, nuzzling the warm skin just above the waistband of Beckett's underwear. "You can say so, it's all right."
She turns her head to glance at Bill, and her tongue darts out to flick a spot near Beckett's navel.
"Bill's great -- he'll just switch me places, 'kay?"