Kate Warner (
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[ these stakes have a high alcohol content ]She's lost count of how much wine they've put away among the three of them.
By the time they call it a night, she's also lost count of how many hands of Texas hold 'em have slipped through their fingers, wallets, and wardrobes.
Kate's laughing as they stagger-stumble upstairs in a tangle of arms and torsos and underwear.
(At this point, she's fairly certain Bill and Beckett are mostly carrying her between them.)
They clear the stairs and her ankle rolls -- how, she's not quite sure -- but she's taking Beckett and Bill with her with a warm tumble, the ceiling's spinning, and she can't stop laughing.
"God, guys, I'm sorry -- sorry -- "
Her fingers brush Bill's stomach, and her free hand grazes Beckett's ribs as she twists to peer at them.
"Everybody okay?"
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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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?"
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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.
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Teasing her.
Leaving her breasts covered and alone, he works his way to her throat, running his tongue up her neck slowly and lightly.
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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"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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A dim corner of her alcohol-soaked mind registers that this is easier than she thought it would be -- then again, she knows what Bill does with his mouth and tongue and fingers to make her forget her own name; maybe she's just paying it forward while gauging Beckett's responses as best she can.
Her free hand travels up Beckett's inner thigh; the pad of her thumb traces a slick line of heat before she eases a finger inside, and she can't completely stifle the soft moan that falls from her tongue to Beckett's hot, wet skin.
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Watching Kate pleasure Beckett drives him crazy and he needs action before he goes insane.
Turning back to Beckett he reaches one hand to her neck and pulls her into a hard, deep kiss.
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The sound gets cut off, lost against Bill's mouth when he yanks her in for a kiss, and her fingers grasp his hip, then move inward, the heel of her hand pressing forward against his erection through the fabric of his boxers.
Her other hand finds a place at the back of Kate's head, combing through her hair and then gripping once as she rolls her hips forward, silently needing more.
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A second finger joins the first to give Beckett more; nose buried between Beckett's legs, her lips carefully close around Beckett's clit, sucking lightly while the tip of her tongue flicks over it.
Her other hand leaves Beckett's hip and makes a blind slide up the side of Bill's thigh, and her fingers follow the curve of his ass through the thin cotton of his boxers.
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Breath hitching when her hand pushes against his hard length, he presses back; encouraging her actions, begging her for more.
Kate's touch makes his hips arch forward more.
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