"S'okay," Beckett echoes, and her hand squeezes Bill's leg once as she turns her eyes on him.

For some reason, she blushes, color spreading on her cheeks and chest, but that doesn't stop her as she swings a leg over both of Bill's, settling her weight down until she's straddling his lap, her hands on his shoulders. One slides up to his cheek when she leans in and kisses him, slowly at first, but then it deepens, and she moves in to position herself.