Kate mumbles an incoherent agreement, drifting in a warm, contented haze while her fingers absently smooth over mussed strands of Beckett's hair.
It takes considerable effort to lift her head from Bill's shoulder, and when she does, it's with a reluctant sigh.
"No falling on the way to th' bathroom -- we're in no shape to help," she tells him, only half-serious as she presses a lazy kiss to the corner of his jaw.
"And y'gotta come back 'cause you're warm."
Another steadying breath, and she shifts off his lap with a quiet groan, and moves through empty air that feels like Jell-O to settle against Beckett's other side on the king-sized bed.
Sinking onto the sheets, her head finds the pillow and she reaches for Beckett, her palm making a leisurely slide up Beckett's thigh.
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It takes considerable effort to lift her head from Bill's shoulder, and when she does, it's with a reluctant sigh.
"No falling on the way to th' bathroom -- we're in no shape to help," she tells him, only half-serious as she presses a lazy kiss to the corner of his jaw.
"And y'gotta come back 'cause you're warm."
Another steadying breath, and she shifts off his lap with a quiet groan, and moves through empty air that feels like Jell-O to settle against Beckett's other side on the king-sized bed.
Sinking onto the sheets, her head finds the pillow and she reaches for Beckett, her palm making a leisurely slide up Beckett's thigh.