justdidntseeit | [[ france ]]

By no means is it what Beckett had originally intended when she'd moved in, hovering in their space but not really making any quick motions to duck away.

Her hand awkwardly attempts to find purchase somewhere, settling for a loose grasp around Kate's wrist, her thumb brushing over the pulse that flutters along the inside where the skin is thinnest. Beckett's eyes are closed, but she can still picture it - almost translucent, blue veins threading together and apart.

Her other hand uses Kate's hip to steady herself, the scent of citrus and the press of Kate's mouth against hers a dizzying combination.

She breaks away after a moment, blinking slowly.

Blood rushes too fast under Kate's skin as her free hand wanders to the small of Beckett's back. Half-dizzy with sensation and the smell of cherries filling her nose, she's grateful for Bill behind her.

When she opens her eyes, she swallows and licks her lips, cheeks flushing darker.

"I -- "

On some level, she thinks she should apologize, but that felt more like an accident than a mistake; Beckett's still so close and Kate's fingers are threading into her hair at the base of her skull, tentative and featherlight.

"Was that okay?"

Her eyes leave Beckett's so she can chance a look at Bill.

When they break and Kate looks at him he knows that he saw what he thought he did.

He's never been turned on so fast, and it shows; in his eyes, the way his mouth is still slightly hanging open, and the rising in his boxer shorts.

He quirks a smile at Kate, eyes darting towards Beckett, and still doesn't know what the hell to say.

Beckett's still a little breathless from it all, and barely manages a laugh, gripping onto Kate's wrist like it's some kind of lifeline keeping her from drifting away.

"S'fine," she promises, even leaning her head into Kate's touch as she feels fingertips kneading along her hairline, "but if I don't lay down soon, m'liable to tip over."

She doesn't exactly back away, though.

Edited 2009-11-05 03:47 (UTC)

Something shifts, imperceptible but not, though none of them has moved.

Wine and want and Beckett's grip and the press of Bill's burgeoning erection against the curve of her ass overload her synapses and rational thought; she takes an unsteady breath and a chuckle catches low in her throat.

"Then we should get you in bed."

Her fingers flex at Beckett's scalp in a gentle massage, and she arches her body against Bill's.

"What d'you think, sweetheart?"

He's not thinking anymore, not with his head, anyways. When Kate rubs against him his hips arch back and he nods almost on auto-pilot.

"Yeah."

His voice is low; his eyes wander over Kate and Beckett, and he can feel want and alcohol running hot and fast through his veins.

The feel of Kate's hand in her hair has practically reduced her legs to jelly, anyway, and she sucks her lower lip into her mouth, tasting remnants of the alcohol and something else, unidentifiable at first.

They're past the stairs now, at least; even in her wine-soaked haze, she still remembers the direction the bedrooms are in.

Reluctantly, she pulls back, if only temporarily, to head that way.

The trip to the bedroom Bill and Kate are sharing takes too much time but none at all, the seconds warped by wine and the nervous excitement rushing in Kate's bloodstream. Body humming with it, she can't resist planting a teasing, open-mouthed kiss on the bare curve of Beckett's shoulder while Beckett fumbles with the doorknob, or letting the flat of her palm travel down Bill's torso until she's cupping him through his boxers.

When the door opens, she follows Beckett inside and crosses the room to flick on a low-burning lamp, half-stumbling over a pair of her running shoes with a quiet giggle in the process.

He stays close to Kate as they follow after Beckett, playing his fingertips lightly along her side and letting out a low pleased murmur when she touches him low and teasing.

When Kate goes to turn on the light he's left beside Beckett. Looking at her, he leans in a bit and grins.

"Y'do smell like cherries."

She chuckles softly, and even as she goes to gently prod him in the chest with her index finger, it's completely unintentional when her hand lingers there, other four fingers joining in to rest briefly.

"Didn't think you'd gotten close enough to tell," she murmurs.

(Maybe not completely unintentional.)

Mission accomplished, Kate crosses the airy room and rejoins them near the bed, stepping behind Beckett and running a fingertip down Beckett's spine.

Her hands settle on Beckett's hips and she playfully nudges Beckett closer to Bill.

"S'okay," she says, her lips brushing Beckett's ear; she's reassuring both of them and herself. "We're all sharing."

Eyes flicking to Bill, she smiles before turning her attention to the side of Beckett's neck.

His eyes go down to Beckett's hand on his bare chest, then back up to her face, holding steady, if a little unfocused.

"I-- "

He looks at Kate when she steps up behind Beckett, then watches the detective as the space between them is closed up.

"I-- "

Kate's reassurance helps, and the sight of her kissing Beckett again encourages him to move closer.

Even through the desire and the wine, there are still nerves buzzing in his guts, and so he starts out with a kiss to Beckett's cheek, it's not chaste, but it is somewhat careful.

The finger running along her spine, the mouth on her neck - it all earns an accompanying shiver, goosebumps rising in its wake, though it's hard for her to stay chilled when she can feel the heat coming off the other two in waves, and her hand presses more firmly against Bill's chest, palm resting flat.

She leans in, turning her head right around the time he ducks in to kiss her cheek, and even as he starts to pull away, she's there to deliver one of her own, her lips brushing first over the corner of his mouth, then his jawline, as she presses back against Kate simultaneously.

Kate carefully combs Beckett's hair away to expose more of Beckett's neck, and her breath shudders against Beckett's skin when she sees the kiss in the corner of her eye.

Her hand skims down Beckett's arm to Beckett's side, and she runs her palms down Beckett's ribs before her fingers skate to the flat plane of Beckett's abdomen.

Her other hand dips lower on the detective's back, smoothing down the curve of Beckett's ass.

He's still for a moment, and then his chin lifts, inviting more of Beckett's contact.

He lifts one hand to her shoulder and his thumb extends to swipe against her collarbone while one finger toys with her bra strap.

His other hand goes down and covers Kate's over Beckett's ass, thumb grazing Kate's wrist, and fingertips overlapping hers to press into Beckett's soft rear.

She leans close, head tilting in the opposite direction of Bill's hand as her nose bumps against his chin; then, with a quiet, breathy laugh, she places a few open-mouthed kisses against the side of his neck.

It's impossible for her to ignore Kate, even if she'd wanted to, and after a long moment passes, she leans back in her direction, the back of her head resting against Kate's shoulder while she grins lazily.

One of her hands reaches back around to cup the back of Kate's head, grabbing a gentle fistful of her hair, before she turns to claim her mouth again, this time purposeful.

Kate's eyes shutter closed; lips parting, she sighs into Beckett's mouth, lost in lips and tongues and teeth.

Her hand tightens beneath Bill's on Beckett's ass while the other slides up Beckett's stomach, knuckles brushing Bill's torso as she reaches the underside of Beckett's bra.

Fingertip tracing the ring hanging between Beckett's breasts, she's breathing hard when she pulls back just enough to smile, her pupils wide and dark when she opens her eyes.

"Bed," she says, the syllable hardly a whisper against the corner of Beckett's mouth.

Lifting her head takes more effort than it should, but the thrill of want that sings through her veins when she glances at Bill more than makes up for the trouble.

His breath hitches when the warm moisture of Beckett's mouth hits his skin and the touch makes the flesh tingle and burn.

When she draws back to turn attention to Kate, he drops his head and presses his lips to Beckett's collarbone, then her shoulder; grazing the skin genty with his teeth then sucking lightly with his lips.

Kate's voice rings in his ears and he pulls back to look at her, then Beckett, and then the bed. Moving closer to the bed until his leg bumps the edge, he smiles, more than willing at this point, but looks to them to see how this is going to work.

Fantasies aside, he's never done this.

It's never exactly been something on Beckett's to-do list, either, but somehow instinct takes over - first as Kate's hand slides over her stomach, then when Bill presses his mouth to her shoulder.

She pauses, but only briefly, to take off the oversized watch around her wrist, setting it down on the nightstand, and it's quickly joined by the chain around her neck.

Beckett sits down on the edge of the bed, looking back and forth at them. One hand grabs onto Kate's hip while its twin does the same with the elastic waistband of Bill's boxers, and she tugs them down to her.

Kate peels off her gray cotton camisole while Beckett removes her jewelry, revealing a lacy lavender bra that matches her underwear.

She's nervous. She's never done this before, but her pounding pulse, the ache between her legs, and the looks in Bill and Beckett's eyes give her confidence; alcohol blurs and dilutes her uncertainty, every movement feeling fluid and sure and right.

She slides onto the bed at the encouragement, settling along Beckett's side and hooking a leg over Beckett's knee. One hand slips behind Beckett's head, fingers threading into her hair, and Kate turns to kiss Bill, her forehead bumping the bridge of his nose.

Huffing a laugh, she closes her eyes and offers him a slow, apologetic kiss, her free hand gripping his shoulder.

Bill goes down to the bed with them, led by Beckett's tug on his underwear.

His fingertips ghost over Beckett's wrist where the watch was, then close around hand when Kate kisses him.

His eyes close and his lips part as he deepens the kiss, heart beating hard and fast against his ribs.

She bites her lower lip as they kiss over her, one hand resting back on the bed behind herself to keep her upper half propped up while her other holds on to Bill's, still gripping.

Kate's hand is still in her hand, lightly tugging, and she tilts her head back into the other woman's fingers before she moves in.

She grips Kate's bra strap, lowering it over her shoulder to leave a wide expanse of skin for her, and then kisses her there, flicking her tongue against the pulse point.

She can't breathe or think, her nerve endings burning with the feel of Bill's mouth on hers and the brush of Beckett's tongue.

She pulls away just enough to look at Bill with a small, wicked smile.

"Gotta take care of our guest."

She dips her head to kiss Beckett's collarbone, letting her mouth trail lower with a soft murmur -- Bill, c'mere -- against Beckett's skin.

Letting go of Beckett's hand he leans into Kate until she pulls away.

Looking down at Beckett he gives her a smile that's promise and want, then shifts on the bed.

One of his legs slides over hers as he settles on his side beside her and starts a slow trail of kisses from her shoulder down her front along the edge of her bra.

His hand finds Kate's side and he smooths his fingertips over her exposed skin.

Beckett's never taken being the center of attention very well, so when Kate changes direction on her, enough of her is aware to cause the sort of self-conscious laugh that spills from her lips.

She doesn't have to think too hard for much longer, though, as the sensations caused first by Kate's mouth, then Bill's are enough to render her pretty speechless.

Beckett sighs, instead, suddenly feeling heated all over, desire pooling low in her belly, and soon it's too hard for her to keep herself propped up, so she doesn't even bother, laying back on the bed with the two of them leaning over her.

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