Her cheeks flush darker and she shakes her head as she works out of her underwear, limbs tangling and untangling, shifting and sliding, before they're off her legs and she's on Bill's lap with Beckett behind her, her fingers fumbling with the front clasp of her bra.

"No, I wanted -- I liked -- "

Her eyes are wide as she turns her head to see Beckett.

"You've been working so much, had so much stress in New York, I -- you deserve this, s'all."

Her head tips to rest on Beckett's shoulder as she rocks her hips against Bill's, slow and teasing.