Kate's watching, listening, learning from Phoebe's reactions to Aidan. Watching, listening, learning, and, you know, switching sides to get behind Phoebe and help her with the yards of fabric she didn't need to be wearing.

She lets Aidan do the kissing while she reaches around to finish the unbuttoning and drawing the dress down over her shoulders to her waist. Oh, yeah, it's been way too long since she's been with another chick. Her fingertips skim pretty, pretty curves and settle at her hips, and there's an echoing low pulse in her gut when she strokes both thumbs against that spot at the base of her spine just above her ass. Sometimes knowing what her partner's feeling, knowing she's doing it, just works.

Maybe that's why she sweeps Phoebe's hair off her neck and meets Aidan's gaze - hot, dark, and let's face it, slutty - before she puts her lips to Phoebe's shoulder. And why she's stifling a groan with her open mouth dragged along the line of Phoebe's throat.