He's making it impossible for her to even think about staying still underneath his mouth, especially when he goes and does that - Beckett tenses with a corresponding hiss, a jerk of her hips, followed by a slight tremor as he moves to soothe the tender skin with gentle lips. She glances down at him, his face briefly shrouded in shadow until he slides upward, ascending into some of the light that filters through her bedroom window. A grin filters on to her own features, but it's laced with the heavy look in her eyes, given more weight. Her fingers slide into his hair, tenderly ruffling, then moving down to his cheek.