Pressure is building low in his belly, increasing sharply with every thrust he makes and each roll of Kate's hips. He can feel Beckett's fingertips where he and Kate are joined, and hear her words to Kate, and it pushes him closer to breaking.

Eyes locked on Kate's he keeps moving, drives harder, because he can feel the edge coming up fast and he wants her there with him. When she clenches around him he groans loudly, jaw tightening so hard his teeth could crack.

"Jesus-- " He hisses before finding his voice. When he speaks his voice is low, urgent and commanding.

"Kate, come for us."