justdidntseeit | [[ france ]]

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.

Encouraged, Kate squeezes Beckett's hip while her tongue circles Beckett's clit.

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.

Bill's hips arch reflexively, pressing himself into Beckett's light touch.

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.

Her eyes close, lashes fluttering against her cheeks when Kate does something down there with her mouth again - whatever it is, it's more than just okay, and Beckett moans a little louder at the press of a finger, slipping inside her with no trouble at all.

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.

Kate shifts her weight on her knees slightly to give her mouth better access to Beckett, and she takes in a sharp breath when Beckett's hips rock to meet her tongue.

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.

His fingers thread into Beckett's hair and his tongue and lips tangle with hers.

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.

Beckett smiles against Bill's mouth, though it's fleeting when her tongue flicks against his upper lip, tasting remnants of the wine that still linger there.

Her hand slides down his thigh and then back up, working inward, finding the slit in the front of his boxers and sliding her fingers through to find his erection, teasing it with light, gentle touches before her hand wraps around his cock. It's hard maneuvering when the fabric tightens around her wrist, but she manages to stroke him in quick, stuttered movements.

She's close, so close already, it seems, when Kate's second finger slides in alongside the first, and the combination of lips and tongue on her clit are enough to send her over the edge with a quick jerk of her hips and a shuddering moan.

Kate's eyes open in surprise, but she doesn't lift her head; she keeps her mouth on Beckett and her fingers continue their steady push-pull, hoping to draw out Beckett's orgasm -- and god, that moan -- as much as possible.

When Beckett relaxes, Kate eases away her mouth and withdraws her fingers with a flushed smile, and she presses a soft kiss to the inside of Beckett's leg. Her eyes go to Beckett's face, then to Bill, and a hot shiver races through her when she sees Beckett's hand inside his boxers.

Licking her lips, she rises on her knees and shifts, curling a hand around Bill's hip, the press of her palm meant to encourage him to roll on his back.

Groaning deep in his throat when Beckett's hand finds his hard flesh, he moves his hand from her neck to her breast, sliding his fingers down inside the fabric of her bra quickly.

The kiss breaks when Beckett moans and he turns his attention from her lips to her throat, lavishing the skin, trying to add to her orgasm.

After her peak he draws back slowly, running his tongue along her throbbing pulse, and grazing her earlobe lightly before turning to Kate.

The way he looks at Kate says just how turned on he was by what she just did. He follows the direction of her touch and rolls over, hand drawing back from Beckett's bra so he can lay on his back.

Beckett's hand leaves him, fingers pressing together as she tugs it out of his boxers before he rolls over onto his back.

It'll take her a minute to be able to move, but once she can, she rolls to her side, and with one hand, reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra with a soft click, shrugging the straps forward with a roll of her shoulders.

It joins several other pieces of clothing on the floor while she tugs Kate up to them, swiping the pad of her thumb over her lower lip and then drawing her in for another hungry kiss; when it breaks, she glances over in Bill's direction.

"He's been patient enough," she tells Kate.

"He's good like that," she manages, half-breathless from the force of the kiss.

She licks her lips once more, tasting wine and salt and Beckett, and she can't resist cupping one of Beckett's bare breasts or circling the nipple with her fingertip; it's different -- different from touching her own breasts, and different from what she's used to, rounded and firm-soft where there's always been flat muscle and solid planes.

She turns to Bill with a smirk, fingertips playing along the underside of Beckett's breast.

"Now the question's what're we gonna do with you, sheriff?"

He's about to reach for Beckett's exposed breast when Kate's hand beats him to it. He watches Kate's slim fingers fondle Beckett's smooth curve.

Grinning when they talk about him, he looks from one to the other, eyes dark with want and anticipation.

"Good things, I hope," He smirks.

Beckett sucks her lower lip into her mouth, then grins, and in her current state, it definitely comes out on the more playful side of things.

"There's a good possibility of that," she says, reaching over to trace the contours of his chest and abdomen with her fingertips before her eyes turn to Kate's face.

Kate gives the two of them a slow-spreading smile, liquid fire licking low in her stomach.

"You've got much better odds up here than downstairs," she says, crawling to Bill's empty side and dipping her head to nuzzle his ear while her fingertips follow his collarbone.

"And you're in great hands here."

She huffs a laugh at his earlobe and lets her eyes flick to Beckett, breath hitching when she sees Beckett's fingertips skating close to his waistband.

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