Vixen! John shuddered at the sight of them, these two people dearer to him than anyone, unexpectedly well-matched in size and coloring--like a pair of incredibly provocative bookends, he couldn't help thinking. His own lips tingled where Kit's had brushed them, a prickling of jealousy quickly subsumed by pure unadulterated lust. Not with anybody else would he even have contemplated sharing Kit; but in a sense, he and Crowley already had, and the prospect of bringing that convergence of memory into the realm of flesh and blood quickly overrode his possessive instincts.

Sliding one arm suddenly back up Kit's shirt in retaliation, and springing that damn clasp with a quick decisive motion, he put the other in the middle of Crowley's back and propelled them both firmly back toward the bed, making no effort to disentangle them first.