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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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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.

He moans as Beckett sinks down onto him and his hand at her side rests on her thigh, squeezing gently when she's settled.

She's hot and tight, and when she starts to move his heart, already racing, beats even harder against his chest. He lets her and Kate set the rythym, watching them between moments when his eyes slip shut and he focuses on the sensations coursing through him.

With the place slow and steady, he arches into Beckett when he feels her moving forward, and leans in to brush her mouth with his.

It's almost dizzying, the back-and-forth movement, the sensation of Kate's hands running over her body, Bill moving gently underneath her, and Beckett shuts her eyes against all of it. It helps, though, to feel everything that much more, and she arches against Kate again, her head tipping back onto her shoulder, her chest pressing into her hands.

It's inevitable when her pace quickens, desire heightening, everything building low and ready to spiral outward at a minute's notice. But she holds back, wanting to draw this out more, wanting to make everything that much stronger when it eventually happens.

One hand continues to steady herself by gripping Bill's shoulder, the other reaches back to clutch Kate's thigh, feeling it flex and relax behind her own as they rise and fall together, and when Bill leans forward to kiss her, she moans sharply into it.

Kate's breath shudders against Beckett's temple as she passes her palms over Beckett's nipples, dragging her mouth to Beckett's cheek, her jawline, and then her neck while Beckett and Bill kiss.

She's burning up, her skin so hot that goosebumps rise on her forearm when she trails one hand down Beckett's stomach, dipping lower, until the tip of her middle finger brushes Beckett's clit. Her hand between their bodies, she can feel Bill move into Beckett, feel Beckett move against Bill, and she can't stifle a groan into Beckett's nape.

Her other hand shifts from Beckett's breast to Bill's chest, her nails curling into his sweat-damp skin below his collarbone.

The quickening pace of Beckett's hips, and the scrape of Kate's nails against his chest makes him gasp. Breaking the kiss with Beckett, he slides his cheek against Beckett's, leaning over her shoulder, trying to get closer to Kate.

His hips arch more to drive deeper, and he grips Beckett's thigh harder. His other arm he wraps around Beckett and reaches out to touch Kate's side, fingertips running against her ribs.

Beckett turns her head to the side, only barely, as she feels Kate press forward over her shoulder. Her thighs tighten, clenching around Bill's waist, her movements becoming more erratic and less consistent as she starts to feel another climax rising up.

She grinds down against Kate's hand, rocking over Bill, unable to keep her eyes open for a moment longer. It's too hard; her vision swims, and for a second, it's all too easy to see Castle's face in front of her, but she pushes it back as another wave of sensation rockets through her body.

Kate meets Bill's mouth, hard and hungry, and circles Beckett's clit with gentle but firm pressure when Beckett tilts into the touch.

Kate can feel the tension in Beckett's body skyrocket as Beckett rides Bill harder; fingertip rubbing faster, her forearm tightens around Beckett's side to hold Beckett together when she breaks apart.

Leaning into Bill's kiss, she catches his upper lip between her teeth by accident, then sucks the tip of his tongue into her mouth in silent apology.

His jaw tightens from the sting of Kate's nip and the feeling of Beckett clenching hard around him. He keeps his hips arching, the rhythm he has with Beckett chaotic and intense.

His muscles are tense and he kisses Kate fierce and urgent.

He presses against Beckett more, bringing her and Kate closer as he feels Beckett reaching a peak that threatens to send him over.

It's a peak that she's teetering on, ready to fall off of at any moment, and the second that Kate rubs a little faster, it only takes a series of short thrusts to finally bring her over the edge.

She leans back against Kate, relying on her to hold steady as her body quakes with the force of her orgasm, and then falls forward, riding it out with her forehead pressed against Bill's shoulder.

"Holy crap," she breathes.

Kate matches the heat of Bill's kiss, her hold tightening on instinct when she feels Beckett tremble in her arms.

The pad of her finger doesn't stop its attentions until Beckett slumps forward, and Kate's hand slides to Beckett's abdomen, trapped between Beckett and Bill's stomachs.

Breaking the kiss with a soft, shuddering sigh, her lips move to Beckett's hair, the tip of her nose nuzzling just behind Beckett's ear.

Her hips continue to rock in tandem; when her eyes slide to Bill, a breathy murmur sticks in her lungs.

Bill's chest is heaving, muscles tight when Beckett falls against him.

After Kate breaks off the kiss, Bill brushes his lips against the top of Beckett's hair. His hips slow, both to help Beckett come down, and to calm himself to keep from losing it.

Meeting Kate's gaze, his blue eyes are dark and still wanting.

She lifts her head slowly, after a few heartbeats, and looks between the two of them.

Beckett untangles herself from them, swinging her leg back over to slide back and adjust herself behind Kate this time, nudging her forward to take her place.

"Go on," she urges, her arms moving around her as she sucks a small mark into the place where Kate's shoulder meets her neck.

"You've been the most patient."

Her cheeks flush darker and she shakes her head as she works out of her underwear, limbs tangling and untangling, shifting and sliding, before they're off her legs and she's on Bill's lap with Beckett behind her, her fingers fumbling with the front clasp of her bra.

"No, I wanted -- I liked -- "

Her eyes are wide as she turns her head to see Beckett.

"You've been working so much, had so much stress in New York, I -- you deserve this, s'all."

Her head tips to rest on Beckett's shoulder as she rocks her hips against Bill's, slow and teasing.

His breath snags when Beckett shifts off of him and his cock slides free.

Shifting to help Beckett and Kate resettle, he watches the last of Kate's clothing come off and welcomes her to his lap.

When Kate turns towards Beckett he bends forward and places his mouth on Kate's now exposed breast.

"Y'deserve somethin', too," He murmurs before flicking his tongue over her nipple.

"What he said," Beckett agrees, in the form of a murmur in Kate's ear, before she leans in to flick her tongue against the lobe, sucking it into her mouth.

Her hand covers the other breast, finding the nipple and rolling it between index finger and thumb until it hardens against her touch; then, her hand works its way down and between Kate's legs, two fingers spreading her folds open while another slowly circles over her clit.

"'Sides, we want to," she promises, meeting Bill's eyes over Kate's shoulder. "Don't we?"

Edited 2009-11-06 22:28 (UTC)

She's a knot of raw, exposed nerves, so turned on she can hardly see straight. A shudder sings down her spine, sparks of sensation shooting through her body from the rumble of Bill's voice at her breast and the velvet rasp of his tongue, from Beckett's mouth at her ear and fingers on her diamond-hard nipple, and --

"Oh ... "

She rolls her hips into the touch, want and need and oh god more clamping her vocal cords.

"Sure do," He agrees, voice low. He pulls back to give Beckett a devilish smirk.

When Kate responds so strongly to what Beckett is doing to her Bill tries to add to it. Arching his hips he rubs himself against Kate's exposed slit, his cock sliding along her moist, hot center and Beckett's fingers.

Reaching up, he threads his fingers into Kate's hair and pulls her close for another hard kiss before he murmurs against her lips, "C'mon, Kate, s'your turn t'fuck me now."

Beckett groans at the feeling against her fingers alone; she can only imagine what this is doing to Kate.

She slides up behind her, adjusting to move in closer in order to support her movements as one hand rests flat against her stomach and the other continues to rub at her.

She's just as ready to watch as she was to do it when it was still her turn.

Her stomach jumps beneath Beckett's palm, her spine arching as she manages a jerky nod. Her nose brushes Bill's cheek while her senses work triple-time to process what Bill and Beckett are doing to her.

With Beckett's constant attention between her legs, she's sure even her bone marrow is melting when she shifts, hips tilting into Beckett's touch as she guides Bill's cock inside her.

"Bill -- "

She sinks down slowly, her head falling against Beckett's shoulder; reaching back, her fingers slide into Beckett's hair, nails lightly running over Beckett's scalp behind her ear and near her nape.

"Kate, oh god -- "

His mouth lowers to Kate's collarbone and he lets out a slow, long breath against her skin as he enters her.

Moving from her neck down her front, his hand finds one of Kate's breasts and massages it gently.

When he feels like Kate has had time enough to adjust he starts to move beneath her, arching his hips into her slowly.

Christ he loves being with her like this, and God, what they're doing now with Beckett is just-- the low moan that rumbles in his chest as he slides into Kate doesn't come near to saying how damn good this feels, but it's all he can manage at the moment.

Her hand tightens over Kate's abdomen, fingernails lightly scratching the skin below her navel, her other hand steadying just below that as she feels the two of them moving together.

Sitting where she is, it's almost like she's feeling it with them, her body rising and falling against Kate's as Bill thrusts up beneath, and she thinks back to only a few minutes ago and sighs shakily against Kate's neck, hissing quietly when Kate tangles fingers in her hair and simultaneously pressing into her touch.

She's lost track of where she ends and Bill and Beckett begin, wrapped in heat and hands, arms and legs, mouths and tongues.

Her free hand blindly curls around the side of Bill's neck, fingers digging into his nape as she rocks on his lap to meet his thrusts. Her breathing becomes harsh and shallow; she's gripping two live wires, and she can't stop shivering.

"Please."

She doesn't recognize her own voice right now, low and breaking with breathless need, and she doesn't know what she's asking for, only that she is.

He can feel Kate trembling and puts an arm around her to pull her closer. With Beckett behind Kate his fingers extend to trail against Beckett's side and move along Kate's back up until he's brushing Beckett's breast.

Hearing Kate's strained plea, he takes it as her wanting more, and starts striving to give it to her.

The motions of his hips picks up and he starts thrusting into her harder, pushing up against her to drive himself deeper.

His mouth goes to her shoulder and his teeth graze her skin, his breath coming out in sharp gasps as he works inside of her.

Eyes meeting Beckett's he works into Kate with a pace and drive that's part desire to give Beckett more, too, as she moves with Kate against Kate's back.

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