justdidntseeit | [[ france ]]

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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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"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.

He turns his head towards Kate when she settles beside him, and tilts his head slightly when her mouth hovers near his ear.

His skin flares hot where Beckett's fingers graze and his stomach tightens as she trails lower.

"I know I am," He says to Kate before turning to press his lips to hers.

"Definitely says something for your staying power," Beckett teases, as her hand skims low and lower, and then, in a burst of impatience, she uses both hands to tug the waistband of the boxers down over his hips and legs.

It's with a particularly impish grin that she settles down low, head dipping down as she breathes against Bill's hip, tantalizingly close to the desired spot.

Flushing hotter, Kate breaks the kiss with a soft murmur and drags her lips to Bill's jaw, then to his neck.

Her hand slides to his chest and she glances down, eyes widening when she sees Beckett. Her nails curl lightly on his torso, teasing his skin with barely-there scratches.

Beckett's sudden movements surprise him, and he reacts without thinking, lifting his hips to help her strip off his underwear.

Heart beating hard in his chest his Adam's apple bobs in his throat in response to Beckett's closeness to his cock, and Kate's lips and nails on his skin.

He lifts his head slightly to look down at both of them and his insides flip on themselves in total arousal.

She lays down on her stomach, propping herself up on one elbow to watch the two of them at the head of the bed, and her gaze first turns to Bill's face, then Kate's, before she grins almost-sheepishly and ducks her head.

It's against Bill's hip that she nuzzles, using the tip of her tongue to trace the curvature where it connects to his groin.

Breathing a laugh at Beckett's grin, Kate scoots farther down Bill's side, kissing a slow path past his ribs while the flat of her palm paints a shapeless pattern on his chest.

Her mouth reaches his other hip and she glances over at Beckett, watching Beckett's mouth. Hiding a wicked smirk against Bill's skin, her mouth closes over his hip bone, eyes still trained on Beckett's lips and tongue.

His breath shudders in his chest as he looks at them both and feels the contact they make with his body.

He's not thinking about how this happened, or what's going to happen when it's over; he's totally in the moment, enjoying the fact that he's got two beautiful women in bed with him, one is naked and the other is more than halfway there.

What they're doing with their lips and tongues takes away any chance of rational thought, and he can't really manage anymore more than a low moan and mumbled, 'Jesus-- '.

Beckett's eyes are trained on Kate, even as she scoots down the bed to join her at Bill's lower half, and slowly, she starts to work her way inward, her cheek nudging against Kate's after a moment.

If she leans in to kiss her again, it's purely taking advantage of the proximity. If her hands fall to Kate's breasts, slipping inside the cups of her bra to gently knead, that may be a little harder to explain.

But she breaks away, eventually, turning her head back to the task at hand, and chooses to lick one long stripe along the underside of Bill's cock.

Kate's breath hitches when Beckett pulls away, and she can't seem to get enough oxygen in her lungs. Her blood's on fire, making her skin tight and itchy with want.

Her eyes lock on Beckett's tongue, and she sucks a light bruise on Bill's hip while her fingertips ghost down and up Beckett's spine.

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