Juliette had been quietly eating little nibbles and bites here and there while Kenzie and Walter talked – exchanging life experiences, sharing little pieces of themselves. The moment was easy, quiet. And fun. And through it all, Walter’s hands had eased over her feet, kneading the arches and muscles there. Movements he had made a thousand times before.<br/><br/>Movements that had started in the six months they had been cooped up on that snow-forsaken planet.<br/><br/>He called them Bonnie and Clyde. And then invited Kenzie over. With a promise of Jules fulfilling some comfort. Leaning forward, the dark-haired woman reached for the front of Walter’s shirt. She dragged him towards her and sealed her lips to his in a hard, claiming kiss. One that ended as abruptly as it started. But in that time, she heard Kenzie’s body slide up beside hers on the table, her feet occupying the seat her ass once did.<br/><br/>“Listen,<em>Clyde</em>, you can quit volunteerin’ me for things now…”<br/><br/>She turned to Kenzie then, a conspiratorial grin on her face. One that had mischief and pleasure behind in. “I learned a few things about our Captain while on that rock, as well…” She said softly, reaching up to brush a few strands of the other woman’s blonde hair over her shoulder before slipping her hand along Kenzie’s shoulder blades and cupping the back of her neck in a soft caress. One that held. Claimed. Cradled. She leaned in closer as if about to tell her a secret. Her lips still wet from her kiss with Walter, she licked them again.<br/><br/>“He likes to be on the bottom…” She whispered softly, then sealed her lips to Kenzie’s, slowly, easily. Her hand held the blonde’s head in place, but it wasn’t forceful. Kenzie could pull back if she wanted to. Or she could stay and enjoy.