Once they got into the bedroom, Beckett knocked the door shut with her foot and swung around, taking his other hand and walking backwards to lead him to the bed as she talked.

"I'm not having a suck contest with you," she chided. "But I do promise not to yell at you over that stupid network anymore. If we're gonna suck we should probably do it behind closed doors."

Her eyes widened and she pressed her lips together. That came out much more dirty than she meant it to.