Breathing a laugh at Beckett's grin, Kate scoots farther down Bill's side, kissing a slow path past his ribs while the flat of her palm paints a shapeless pattern on his chest.

Her mouth reaches his other hip and she glances over at Beckett, watching Beckett's mouth. Hiding a wicked smirk against Bill's skin, her mouth closes over his hip bone, eyes still trained on Beckett's lips and tongue.