justdidntseeit | [[ france ]]

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.

She smiles against Beckett's skin when Bill's fingers cause a shiver to spread down to her hip.

Shifting, her fingers leave Beckett's hair so she can brace herself on the mattress and scoot down, letting her mouth wander past the cotton-covered swell of Beckett's breast to the detective's ribs.

Her free hand slides up Bill's nape, fingers threading into his hair, the soft strands tickling her palm.

"I -- I've never -- "

She breathes a laugh into Beckett's hip.

"If I'm bad at this, s'okay," she says, nuzzling the warm skin just above the waistband of Beckett's underwear. "You can say so, it's all right."

She turns her head to glance at Bill, and her tongue darts out to flick a spot near Beckett's navel.

"Bill's great -- he'll just switch me places, 'kay?"

When Kate moves down the bed his hand leaves her to settle on Beckett, covering one breast while his lips plant against the skin just above the other.

His fingertips are feeling along to see if there's a front clasp when Kate's words reach his ears.

He nods first, distracted with Beckett's chest, until he realizes where Kate is at and what she's about to do. Pulling back he looks up at Beckett, "Yeah, I c'n-- "

Not finishing, his head turns and he looks down at Kate; this is something he wants to watch.

It's almost too easy for her to lay back, dark hair fanning out around her head against the mattress. She chuckles softly at the tickle of Kate's breath, warm and light on her hip, and he arches up against Bill's touch right around the same time that she spreads her legs and makes room for Kate to settle between.

"I've never either," she confesses, and even she's not sure if she means giving or receiving from another woman, but either way, it's different, and even though her head feels a little foggy, she's aware enough to gasp softly when Kate licks along her stomach.

Kate's mouth briefly closes over the spot she just licked, and she shifts onto her knees to settle between Beckett's legs.

Looking down at Beckett and Bill tangled on the sheets, her heartbeat drowns the shaky breath she pulls in; her hands slide from Beckett's knees to her hips, palms mapping Beckett's long, lean thighs.

Bending, her blond hair spills onto Beckett's skin as she kisses the inside of Beckett's leg, the press of her lips almost too light to be anything but unfair; her fingertips smooth over the thin fabric of Beckett's underwear, painting light lines low on Beckett's flat stomach.

He watches Kate, but his hand is still on Beckett's breast and his fingers start to gently knead it.

Soon his head turns back and he starts to kiss her again. Working his other hand up to her shoulder, he slides the strap of her bra off, then pushes the fabric of her bra cup aside to reveal the top of her breast.

Light and teasing, he runs his lips and tongue over the soft flesh.

She turns her head, gazing down the length of her own body as Kate settles between her legs. The combination of the blonde hair spilling over the tops of her thighs and the teasing brush of her mouth are ticklish, and her hips tense and wriggle at the sensation and also out of impatience.

Above, Bill's doing a fairly thorough job of distracting her from the teasing going on down below, but not by much, and her eyes fall shut as a shudder of anticipation runs through her.

Kate drags a slow line of kisses higher and higher on Beckett's thigh, nuzzling and nipping at the sensitive skin, the actions as careful as they are taunting.

Feeling Beckett shiver, she licks at the crease of Beckett's thigh in response, her tongue running over silky skin and the edge of Beckett's underwear.

Mouth hovering over Beckett's hip, her hand dips lower between Beckett's legs, the pads of her fingers ghosting down Beckett's center. Lifting her eyes to look at Beckett and Bill, a half-smile tugs at her lips as she circles Beckett's clit through the thin material, movements molasses-slow and butterfly-light.

His mouth continues to work on Beckett's soft skin, and his hand pulls her bra lower, almost to the point of revealing her full breast. His fingertip brushes her nipple inside the soft fabric of her bra, then he stops, moving his mouth higher back up her chest to her collarbone.

Teasing her.

Leaving her breasts covered and alone, he works his way to her throat, running his tongue up her neck slowly and lightly.

It'd be enough to unravel her here and now, but their touches are just quick enough to keep her on the edge without anything happening after, and she hovers there, dangling between frustration and the heady sway that the two of them have over her right now.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think y'guys were doing this on purpose," she murmurs, opening her eyes just in time to hiss quietly through her teeth, tilting her head back as Bill licks along her neck and Kate strokes her through the fabric of her underwear.

"You're on vacation."

Kate smothers a grin and eases down Beckett's underwear; she's still nervous, wanting to make this good for Beckett and drive Bill nearly insane from watching, but what she's doing so far seems to be hitting at least a few of the right buttons. As long as she pays attention to Beckett's cues, they should all be okay.

"You're allowed to enjoy yourself."

Her lips find the crease of Beckett's thigh; one slightly unsteady hand curls around Beckett's hip.

"Isn't she, Bill?"

Eyes slipping shut, she turns her head and licks a light, languid line to Beckett's clit with the tip of her tongue.

He chuckles into Beckett's skin and inhales as he grazes her skin with his teeth.

He tongues her earlobe, then turns to look down when Kate says his name.

When he sees Beckett's bare lower half he feels a sudden rise of the temperature. The sight of Kate dipping her head between Beckett's legs makes his stomach flips and his cock jumps in his shorts.

It's enough to make him stop what he's doing and just watch, certain he's passed out and dreaming because holy hell, that's fucking hot.

"That's right," Beckett says, half-trying to assure herself of all of this, and besides, if they didn't want to do this, they wouldn't, right? It's the logic she uses, at least, right up until the moment Kate flicks her tongue against her clit and she forgets to think altogether.

"Oh, my--"

She bites her lower lip to prevent a flood of choice words from slipping out, but that barely muffles a following whimper, and she shifts again, toes curling, one of her hands scrambling to find something to grasp - trailing down along Bill's chest and stomach, and her wrist ghosts over the tent in his boxers.

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