"I even dressed for it," Kate quips, voice low already and husky, at being pressed between two extremely hot bodies. Aidan's mouth - damn, no lie, she'd missed that part of it for sure - isn't hurting a damned thing either.

Doesn't matter, though, that she could strip down here and being all skin and spit and come in minutes. Doesn't matter that most of her life, this has been the no-holds-barred make me forget. Doesn't matter that if it were her and Aidan it still would be.

Phoebe's maybe okay with this, but Aidan's a predator and she's a predator, and even if Phoebe can take care of herself, who Kate is now is someone who needs to take care of her (and of Aidan, because the idiot would never forgive himself if they accidentally went too far). So there's another kiss, this one more about connection and trust than sex before Kate asks her, "You got any hard limits with sex that we need to know about?"