Kit watched, dazed and somewhat drained, as John and Crowley rearranged themselves. She'd understood the request -- quite clearly, in fact. Her hesitation was more for Crowley's sake; she wasn't a complete stranger to being this intimate with someone after barely more than a drink together, but it was different when she and John had just... and besides, she couldn't be sure he'd accept the attention, what with the way he'd shied away from John's touch earlier.

So she started gently; stroked Crowley's thighs, his torso, slowly, softly. It wasn't until she'd established a cautious rhythm that she shifted, bent to kiss his skin low on his abdomen, very aware of the heat of his erection near her cheek. All the while looking up at him and John, watching for Crowley's consent.