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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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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.

Beckett finds Bill's eyes again, even as she brushes a few strands of hair back from Kate's neck to gently flick her tongue along the taut skin.

One hand finds a breast even as Bill's hand trails over one of hers; the other slides back down between Kate's legs, rubbing her alongside Bill's quickened thrusts.

She hears Kate's plea for more and whispers in her ear: "Tell us what you need."

The side of her neck tingles from Beckett's voice.

"Just you, both of you, this, just this -- "

Her fingers tighten in Beckett's hair, nails raking up the back of Beckett's head while Kate's other hand slides to Bill's shoulder. Tension spirals high and hot in the pit of her stomach as she matches his thrusts, grinding onto him and against Beckett's hand between her legs, and oh dear god, she's getting so close --

Her back arches as she sucks in a breath, and she locks eyes with Bill.

"Ask me to come."

Another wave of sensation pushes her nearer to an edge she can't yet see, and she turns her head sharply into the side of Beckett's neck, clenching tight as a fist around Bill's cock.

"Please."

Pressure is building low in his belly, increasing sharply with every thrust he makes and each roll of Kate's hips. He can feel Beckett's fingertips where he and Kate are joined, and hear her words to Kate, and it pushes him closer to breaking.

Eyes locked on Kate's he keeps moving, drives harder, because he can feel the edge coming up fast and he wants her there with him. When she clenches around him he groans loudly, jaw tightening so hard his teeth could crack.

"Jesus-- " He hisses before finding his voice. When he speaks his voice is low, urgent and commanding.

"Kate, come for us."

"C'mon," she whispers, her lips hovering right next to Kate's ear, brushing against it with every syllable before she buries her nose in Kate's neck and just breathes her in - citrus, the faint salt of sweat, the lingering remnants of wine, the smell of sex hanging in the air all around them.

She can feel them both tense as it happens; under her hand, Kate rocks back and forth, and she licks a long stripe along the side of her neck before finding that one spot below her ear, teeth scraping over skin.

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