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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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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.

Bill groans and his hand tightens into the sheets beneath him.

His free hand moves down to Beckett and his fingertips brush her shoulder, fingertips brushing her hair aside.

Shifting a bit, his leg presses up against Kate as she sucks on his skin.

She flicks her hair out of her face with a brief toss of her head, grinning as she repeats the same pattern with her tongue - then, she flicks her tongue against the tip of his erection before swirling it around the head and sucking, briefly.

Her next glance is directed sideways, towards Kate, before her eyes trail up to Bill's face, gauging his reactions.

Kate catches a quick flash of something in Beckett's eyes -- it looks like an invitation, or at least Kate thinks it's what she sees.

Shifting, she kisses an near-straight line from Bill's hip to his groin, then lifts her head to graze the corner of Beckett's mouth with her lips.

If her tongue happens to flicker along the crown of Bill's cock along the way, it's not a total accident.

Bill's reaction is a grated, "Christ-- " followed by a low moan.

He's loving watching them, but needs air, and turns his head up towards the ceiling, the back of his head pressing hard against the bed as he breathes fast and uneven.

"It is 'bout sharing," Beckett murmurs, giggling quietly.

She's more than willing to scoot over and come in from one angle to give Kate equal opportunity; Bill's reaction has her chuckling again as she mouths along the side of his cock, sending tiny vibrations up and down as a result.

"Told you," Kate says with a lazy grin, eyes lit with want and mischief.

She mirrors Beckett's movement on the other side of his shaft, trailing the tip of her tongue along his heated skin.

With a low murmur that sounds like Kate and god and Bill, she lets her fingers drift down Beckett's spine to the curve of her ass, cupping one cheek.

"Just gotta be careful -- can't let him finish yet."

Eyes on Beckett, she nuzzles the base of his cock with her nose and lips, her brain-to-mouth filter long obliterated by wine and want and need.

"Still gotta fuck him."

"Y'all share... all y'want," Bill murmurs, glancing down at them, then letting his eyes slide closed.

God, what they're doing... he can barely take it. The sensation of two mouths on his cock is better than he'd ever imagined, and his insides are knotting tight on themselves with overload.

Settled back to enjoy this, his eyes flash open when he hears Kate's words.

Looking back down at them there's surprise and intense desire in his expression. That's something he'd really, really like, and he'll hang on if it means getting it.

Beckett chuckles quietly - first at a word she never actually thought she'd hear come out of Kate's mouth, then at Bill's obvious approval of the idea.

"I think he wants to just get on to that part," she tells her, pulling back and fixing Bill with a slow smirk.

"Right?"

Kate turns her face to Bill's stomach and laughs into his taut skin, dropping a kiss there before she lifts her head.

Closing her eyes briefly against an unexpected bout of dizziness, she takes a steadying breath and sits up, untangling her limbs from Bill and Beckett to shift toward the edge of the bed so she can take a condom from the nightstand drawer.

Fumbling for the handle, she glances over to see Bill's expression and his answer.

He'd be disappointed with their pulling back, if it wasn't for what they were talking about doing next.

A smile spreads across his face and he nods.

"Yeah, I'm ready for it if y'all are."

Beckett moves in the interim between the two of them pulling away and Kate rummaging through the bedside table, bracing herself up alongside Bill as she nips along his neck, then presses a few kisses there, along some of the marks that have been left previously.

"Why m'I not surprised by that answer?" she asks teasingly, turning her head to glance back over her shoulder at Kate.

Kate leans in, tearing open the foil packet with a minimal amount of fuss, and brushes her cheek against Beckett's bare shoulder as she rolls the condom onto Bill's cock with relative ease.

"Sit up, sweetheart," she says, glancing at Bill with a smirk that matches Beckett's. "Need you against the headboard, please."

Edited 2009-11-06 07:51 (UTC)

Bill just grins at Beckett, then shifts his gaze to Kate as she slides the condom onto him.

That smirk of hers gets one from him and he turns to first press a kiss to Beckett's cheek, then shifts on the bed so that he's sitting up with his back against the headboard, watching Kate to see what she has in mind.

Beckett's expression also turns curious, with the two of them watching Kate now, similar looks on their faces.

It'd be a fairly amusing sight if they were anywhere or doing anything else; Beckett sits back on her heels, one hand gently kneading the inside of Bill's thigh.

Kate looks between the two of them, bemused.

"What're you looking at me for?"

She can't suppress a smile as she leans in, brushing her nose against Beckett's, and her voice drops, low with promise.

"Sharing, remember? S'okay, Kate."

She pulls back just enough to look at Bill, a flash of uncertainty crossing her features.

"It -- s'okay?"

"Yeah," He nods, a little quick because he wants this, but he slows down a moment and nods, focused on Kate to reassure her. "Yeah, if you-- yeah."

He gives her a warm, private smile to show her he means it.

"S'okay."

"S'okay," Beckett echoes, and her hand squeezes Bill's leg once as she turns her eyes on him.

For some reason, she blushes, color spreading on her cheeks and chest, but that doesn't stop her as she swings a leg over both of Bill's, settling her weight down until she's straddling his lap, her hands on his shoulders. One slides up to his cheek when she leans in and kisses him, slowly at first, but then it deepens, and she moves in to position herself.

Kate watches the flex and ripple of skin and muscle, transfixed by how beautiful Beckett is as she settles on Bill's lap.

Her heart beats harder when they kiss, a hot rush flooding through Kate's body. Swallowing thickly, she moves to settle close behind Beckett, knees spread wide and spooning from hips to torso, her thighs cradling Beckett's.

Dropping an open-mouthed kiss at the curve of Beckett's neck and shoulder, her arm snakes around Beckett's waist, fingers splaying wide on Beckett's stomach.

"S'this feel okay, or'm I in the way?"

He leans into the kiss, hand coming up to cup Beckett's cheek while the other hovers near her side to help steady her if she needs it.

His breath is held in anticipation, and he lets her take it at her own pace, eager for this, but not wanting to go too fast and ruin it.

When Kate comes up behind Beckett he gives Kate a slow smile, seeing them together is still driving him crazy.

"You're good," Beckett promises Kate, and it's true. Having Kate behind her provides an anchor, steadies her movements, makes her feel a little less like she's being watched and more like this is still the three of them, together.

Her brow knits in concentration as she reaches down between her legs, her hand wrapping around the base of Bill's cock, and she lowers herself down onto him, sliding down until he's completely buried inside her.

She whimpers - a high, soft sound, and lingers there for a moment while her body adjusts, but then she starts to move, rocking back and forth on top of him, arching back against Kate's body, feeling the gentle press of her breasts from behind, and then grinding forward afterward, taking it slow.

Shifting with Beckett, helping accommodate the slow rhythm her hips set, Kate forgets how to breathe.

She's lost in the brush of Beckett's hot skin against hers and the press of Beckett's shoulder blades against her chest; the soft sounds Bill and Beckett make; and the way Bill's Adam's apple jumps as he can't seem to swallow enough.

(Part of her wonders and hopes this is what she and Bill look like when they're having sex -- completely caught, suspended, in the present, wrapped up in each other, with everything beyond the bed ceasing to matter, whether it's a few minutes or a few hours.)

Her hands move over Beckett's skin almost involuntarily, smoothing down and up Beckett's hips and stomach, skimming her ribs, cupping her breasts.

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