"What he said," Beckett agrees, in the form of a murmur in Kate's ear, before she leans in to flick her tongue against the lobe, sucking it into her mouth.

Her hand covers the other breast, finding the nipple and rolling it between index finger and thumb until it hardens against her touch; then, her hand works its way down and between Kate's legs, two fingers spreading her folds open while another slowly circles over her clit.

"'Sides, we want to," she promises, meeting Bill's eyes over Kate's shoulder. "Don't we?"