Coming Up For Air
by Starbuck0322
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Chapter 1: Backlash
Tongues meet in a fury of flesh and moisture. Hands writhe in the moonlight flooding in from Detective Kate Beckett's window. Thick liquid rushing, her body aching for the man in front of her. Oh, how she has waited for this; this teasing, this hunger, all at once heavy within her, a torrent of heat and sweat.
She wraps her legs around Richard Castle, his growing anticipation rising to meet her, entering her freely. A pleasure frenzy of expert hands and limbs moving in the darkness. Lightheaded, she grasps for something and finds his chest, thick and muscular. His arms wrapped around her, he leans back to let her work.
She bucks above him, a rage of pleasure assaulting her, prickling the senses. She leans back, and he moves with her, laying her on her back. Hands reach for her breasts, soft, kneading, pricking the soft tissue; she arches her back at the sensation. How long had she waited for him to do this, to whisper her name, and now as he was bringing her body closer with each spasm, how she marvelled as he moved long and steady within her to make her quake and tremble, screaming his name. "Oh Richard!"
Suddenly in the darkness the shadow above her moves releasing her, towering above her. Eyes coming into focus, her mouth hangs open in horror.
"What?" Agent Will Sorenson questions looking down at Kate Beckett, her hands suddenly drawn from his torso. He pushes her away.
"Oh my god," she says watching him get up from the bed, reaching for his clothes. "Will, I'm sorry."
He says nothing but continues to dress, fury rising in his face, she can see she has wounded him.
"No. Its fine Kate," he says shortly, his voice filling the room, "I should have known better." Hands and arms furiously pull at his shirt.
"Will," she continues but he has left her side grabbing his shoes, he heads for her door.
Unsteady hands reach for her robe and she runs to meet him, his hand turning the handle.
"Will," she repeats, grabbing his arm, pulling him around to face her, "Don't go. Stay with me. Talk to me."
Eyes wet with frustration, he leans down to her, his voice low, "What good would it do Kate?" He is inches from her face, he is searching, "It's obvious you're in love with him."
She begins again but his hands rise to his defence, cutting her off.
"It's as plain as the look on your face now." He sighs putting on his coat, taking a step back into the hallway, "I guess I don't know you as well as I think I do."
A/N: For those of you who don't know... Backlash is a fishing term for when fishing line gets tangled on a reel...
I thought it was a fitting title due to all of the fishing terminology in "Little Girl Lost".
More to come...
