AN: This is posted roughly a month later than intended. Life had gotten busy and whatnot, so it took time to write and now post this. It's not only a continuation of the Hamptons episode but also what would happen if there weren't a murder.
Caskett will still have a date night where she wears the pretty dress and a sexy night of candles & black lace.
Maybe there is still a murder, but it's not featured or mentioned in this story. I'm all about the romance and sexy times.
"You forgot your suit."
"I know."
That smile on her face melts him. He can't believe it. He's with her in the Hamptons at his pool, and she's more than willing to skinny-dip with him. She has shown a no-holds-barred attitude by quickly ridding her robe. She kicks her sandals off and moves past him closer to the pool. She never loses the smile.
He stands there frozen, except for his growing grin (and erection). He watches her, eating her up with his eyes. She's a vision in this outdoor nighttime lighting. Her body looks like it has its own spotlight. Just for him.
Her eyesight rests on the pool, never having seen a more luxurious body of water. It's a beautiful blue, sparkling, so vast she can't believe it's just for them. Mmmm, them. She and Castle…skinny-dipping. Her body shivers with excitement.
She knows the affect her nakedness is having on him. So, of course, he hasn't moved yet. Or said anything.
Her right hand comes to relax on her right bum cheek. Her fingers flex against her smooth skin. Her left hand runs down the left side of her body. That's the side nearest him; he can see more. Her hand travels up and down her body slowly and circle her hip. Her fingers dance over her upper thigh as she turns slightly, looking back at him.
"You said your pool is magical," she says.
"It has that reputation."
"Mm. Hmm." She flicks her eyes to the pool and back at him. "You want to show me some magic?"
He hurries to her, reaching out to stroke her sides. She backs away, shaking her head, grinning. "No, no, no. Not until we're in the pool."
"Whaaat?" His mouth drops. She can't be serious. "You don't play fair, Detective." She's asking for trouble. No touching till they're in the pool? Well, he'll throw her in if he has to.
"I forbid you to call me that while we're on vacation." She pushes his hands away and steps into his personal space. "Remember…no touching," she says breathily while her fingers skirt the edges of his robe, tickling his chest. Just that light touch is enough to warm him from head to toe. She kisses and sucks on his jaw as her nimble digits work on his robe. "Ohh, this is so unfair. You get to touch me, but I can't touch you?" He smirks because he loves whatever game she wants to play, however she wants to play it.
She hovers at his jaw. "I'm not touching you. Using my lips is not touching."
"Oh, so I can kiss you?"
She pulls his robe open, and at the feel of swim trunks, she straightens, giving him a quizzical look. "You're actually wearing a swimsuit?"
"Well, uh, yeahh." Now her face appears a little shocked and pretty angry. "What? I was being respectful. I didn't want you to think I assumed we'd be skinny-dipping."
"Newsflash." She tugs his trunks down. "We are."
"Oooh!" His mouth opens with surprise. She's obviously very eager.
She pushes his robe off his shoulders and grabs his bottom lip with her teeth. She bites down, unleashing whatever remaining anger she has. She just can't believe that he wouldn't be all Mister Suave Playboy with her at his private pool. He groans with pain and pleasure, and she releases him, stepping backwards, giving him her most seductive gaze.
She lowers herself to the pool's edge and sits, dipping her feet and legs into the water. She smiles and happily exclaims, "Oh wow," at the warm temperature. "Nice." She hops in and freestyle strokes away from him. She spins into a backstroke, laughing so ecstatically and freely.
"This is wonderful, Castle! Don't leave me swimming all alone."
His eyes don't stray from her as he drops his robe, steps out of his trunks, and kicks his flip-flops off. He takes on her playful, joyful nature by diving into the pool. She laughs at him out of happiness and waits excitedly for him to resurface. He swims underwater, hunting her as if he's the shark in Jaws. He wants to catch her and show her that magic she requested.
He knows not to sneak up on her or scare her. She is a tough, trained, capable detective. She could cream his ass violently to defend herself if he creeps up on her. He stops halfway and surfaces to say, "I'm gonna get you." He takes a couple breaths before diving back under.
She grins with an undecided look. She isn't sure if she should just stay there and let him seize her or swim away in a game of Cat & Mouse. Both would be fun, and she doesn't have much time to decide.
She sees him approaching. She hops away, faking the Cat & Mouse game. She laughs as he tickles her thighs.
As he rises above water, he pulls her to him. His hands roam her body innocently, staying clear of her most sensitive parts. He strokes her thighs and kisses her soft neck. She can't do anything but smile, but she is feeling oh so playful. It must be the pool and the full moon and the nakedness. She dips back, kicking for him to let her go. She swims away, laughing, feeling like this is the best night of her life. And they've barely started doing anything.
"You think I feel like chasing you," he asks, trying to trick her out of this game.
"You want me, don't you, old man?" She lets out an enormous laugh – loudest he's ever heard from her. She sinks underwater and swims further away.
He waits for her to re-emerge to spout back, "Oh, you're gonna get it for calling me 'old'!" He swims as fast as he can to her as she freestrokes to avoid him. He stops for a sec to warn her, "Don't wear us out too much."
Heeding his advice, she lets him catch up to her. He wraps his arms around her from behind, gripping her tightly. She giggles as he begins nipping at her ear. His tongue swirls around the inside of her ear, which keeps her laughing. He could never hear enough of that wonderful sound.
He brings his hands to her abs, rubbing her to rile her up in a different way. She initiated being naked, so she should be extra ready for this. She moans when he plants his mouth on her neck. He torments her by sucking on that sweet spot below her ear. It makes her moan even more.
His hands move slowly to her breasts. They both moan as he fondles her just right –somewhere between gentle and rough. She feels a certain something poking her back. She smirks in response and reaches a hand behind her to grab his manhood.
He groans and murmurs in her ear, "Oh, you wicked woman."
She strokes him lightly. "Mmhmm." Her smirk fades to a gasp when two fingers find the hot spot between her legs. "And you…had to join in…huh," she says breathily.
"Ohh yeahhh… Mmmmm! You can't keep me from this party."
"Ha! Pool party?"
"Sexiest pool party I've ever had."
His voice is so hot and he rubs her so good, but his comment demands attention. She lets go of him and stuns him by jerking forcefully against his hand and turning in his arms to face him. "Are you serious, or is that just a line?"
"Hmm?" He puts on a confused act, but he can't fool her.
"You can't make me believe you haven't had sex in this pool before. So, how can this night be sexier?" She quirks up her eyebrows with much curiosity. She doesn't want details, but it is disheartening to think of how he's enjoyed his pool in probably the same way as he is with her, only with another girl. Several other girls. Still, it is amusing to watch him squirm.
He grabs her where the back of her thighs meet her rear and lifts her to him. "I've never been with anyone nearly as sexy and desirable as you. Also, no other girl was playful like you."
She wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She smiles and kisses him deeply. "I've never had such a large pool all to myself and my…uhh…"
"Lover?" He smirks, suspecting she might not like the word he's chosen. And she might not like any word he chooses, but they are lovers. So, it is appropriate.
His answer makes her kiss him again, and he moans in appreciation. "Yes."
"I guess tonight's your lucky night, so to speak," he says, starting to move them to the nearest wall.
"I have skinny-dipped before."
"With a lover?" He doesn't want details, but it's always fascinating to hear about her past.
"Yeahhh…" She's hesitant to admit any more.
"But not in a pool?"
"Umm, nooo…" She glances away, clearly hiding something interesting from him. She gasps when her back hits a wall and he kisses her neck hungrily.
"There's a really good story you're not sharing. I know it," he murmurs into her skin. He thrusts against her, hitting just the right spot between her legs. "Ohh God," she gasps.
He turns alarmed. "Unless it's something specific about you and a former lover. Because then I don't want to know."
"No, it's not like that. It's… I have skinny-dipped in a large pool before. Just…" She bows her head to her arm that's still around him.
"You don't have to tell me if…"
She lifts her head, saying, "I want to. I know you'll like this story." She smiles and takes a breath, feeling confident. She grinds into him, causing him to let out an abrupt "oooh".
"This one time when I was 18, I skinny-dipped in a pool, about this size, with my then-boyfriend and a bunch of other people I knew from school. It was the summer before senior year. And…it was a fun time. Nowhere near as sexy as this because it lacked certain intimacy."
"You were 18 years old and having sexy naked pool parties," he asks, thoroughly intrigued, astonished, and in love with her story. She swears she feels his erection grow even more.
"Only that one time with people I knew. My boyfriend's best friend had a rich older cousin. We had a house in Palm Beach, Florida, to ourselves for a few days. But in Italy…it happened with people I didn't know, and wow…" He gives her a look, and she realizes she revealed more than she intended. She clamps a hand to her mouth.
"No need to feel anything other than relieved that you have someone to share such stories with." He's got the biggest grin on his face. He can't fight it. Trying won't work.
She pulls his bottom lip hard between her fingers and grits her teeth. "Wipe that smirky grin off your face."
She digs a nail into him before releasing him. "Ow!"
Her angry face doesn't stick around for more than a moment. A smile grows, and she knows not to feel embarrassed. She's looking smug, and it's from sharing a sexy story that he's still enjoying.
He thinks smug looks good on her. Quite arousing.
"So you've partaken in TWO sexy naked pool parties. My, my, my…Beckett. And you didn't know ANYONE at the one in Italy?"
"I only knew two people. A guy and a girl. We hung out a lot while I was over there."
"Mmmm…" He thrusts at her twice, not as urgently as the previous time. "A guy and a girl, huh? Did you do…stuff…with them in the pool?" He waggles his eyebrows at her. Details of her and another girl wouldn't be so traumatizing.
"You're not getting any details, Castle."
"Please?" He's really gonna beg for this? After he's assured her that she can tell him anything in her own time and he won't pry?
"NO!" No way he's getting her lesbian encounter out of her.
"Alright, alright. I won't pry. I can just use my brilliant imagination."
"Good boy," she whispers prior to kissing him passionately.
So passionately that their mouths open and their tongues mingle.
Her mouth moves on to his neck, her fingers roaming through his wet hair. He groans and stutters, "And this…night…" She grinds against him at the same time she's nipping his jaw. "Mmm! This night…is…" She keeps grinding. "ohhh…sexier than those times?"
She whispers in that hot bedroom voice he loves so very much: "Ohh, definitely."
"My God, you're the object of every man's sex dream," he moans, moving his hands to her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them.
"Every guy? How would you know that?"
"Oh, it's obvious. Because you're…you!"
"OH my God," she cries out when he pushes his erection to her clit over and over again. "Hey, Castle?" She reaches down to massage him, and he groans, his hot breath blowing across her sweet skin. "Give me that magic. Now!"
She guides his throbbing erection to her entrance, and he completes the journey by thrusting inside her, causing them both to gasp harshly. "Ohh yeahh," she exclaims, holding onto him tighter.
Rather than starting out slow and letting her adjust, he slams into her over and over again. He knows they're both achingly ready for this, so he just goes for it. Still, he has to make sure… "You want it rough like this," he wonders breathlessly, his breath hitting her neck, scorching her body.
"Yes! God, yes, Castle!" She thrusts herself back at him and pants loudly over his shoulder.
His hands dig into her waist. Her fingers pierce his back. They've got this speedy aquatic rhythm happening, and they're both appreciating his pool, his beach home being private. They feel free to be as loud as they want, and they've never sounded louder any other time they've strived for "magic".
Every time he pumps, he's hitting her every nerve, filling her completely with pleasure. She's definitely never experienced this while skinny-dipping before.
Another reason this beats her previous dipping adventures: she's in love with the man she's currently naked with. Sure, she hasn't said it, but it's obvious every time she looks at him. And he loves her back. This she knows. Emotions are running high, making this time better than previous times either of them has spent in a pool.
This is yet another thing he's always dreamed of doing with her – sex in his pool. And it's way better than he imagined. He loves her so much, and he's thrilled he's finally at his Hamptons home with her. Sexy times galore are happening this weekend. At least, that's what he'd like. Hell, she initiated this sex romp, so why wouldn't the weekend be full of more?
He groans as her inner walls squeeze him. She pulls her head back just as he tilts his up. Their eyes lock intensely, and she tightens around him again. "I know you like that," she whispers. Her mouth suddenly drops, and she can't make any kind of sound as she feels closer to the brink. He keeps slamming her in just the right way, and he knows it. He feels it too.
Then, she lets out a high-pitched cry, and her head drops to his neck. She pants uncontrollably, making him burn for her. Her inner walls tighten again, making him groan her name. He sucks on her neck, and she's on the verge of combustion.
He's pumping so fast, gripping her hips tightly, the fusion of their bodies an amazing sensation. He's groaning constantly, yearning for ecstasy for both of them.
The intense delight builds and builds, and then…they're screaming and gasping harder than ever before. Their bodies are throbbing with release, their inner juices blending together inside her. He nips her neck, making her shriek an unusual sound for her. It's out of pain and pleasure. He murmurs her name repeatedly, feeling like he could float away or sink if they let go of each other.
She whispers, "Castle! Wow," still riding out her orgasm. As she settles, she plants a couple gentle kisses upon his neck, making him moan softly with content.
They stay still, the only real movement is the breathing. Moments later, he picks his head up to gaze into her eyes and give her a smile.
She returns the smile and she asks, "Do you think you can move us to the ladder?"
"I think so." He eases his way to the ladder, which isn't far. She grips the pole when she can, and they let go of one another. They let out soft gasps as he slips out of her. She grins at him while climbing the ladder, emerging from the pool.
He watches as she immediately collapses onto a lounge chair to stretch out. He follows suit and ends up sprawled on a chair next to hers.
The only thing she wears now is a giddy smile. "'Magical' is an accurate word."
"I told you," he mumbles in response.
"Best way to describe what we just did."
"Mmmhmm." How can he not agree?
They're spent, but it doesn't take long for their bodies to feel the chill in the air. The crisp feeling is re-vitalizing her body. A couple minutes later, she's walking away, and he wonders where the hell she's going.
'Nowhere' is her only response.
He sits up to watch as she reaches her destination. She retrieves something from the ground – his robe – and slips it on to warm up. She saunters back to him, smirking. "So, you steal my robe," he inquires.
The giddy smile returns. "Mine's not going to keep me warm."
"The pool will. It's a warm temperature."
"I need to relax for a bit. And…" She stands in front of him, holding the robe open. "…I'm not opposed to sharing."
He smirks and spreads his arms to welcome her. She sits on his lap and maneuvers herself so that she's on her stomach on him, nuzzling his neck. The robe is as open as can be around them, his hands rubbing her back underneath. Their legs are entangled lazily. He sighs with content, and she moans softly.
"This is nice," she whispers.
"Yeahhh. Never snuggled like this on one of these chairs. Certainly not in the moonlight."
"Never?"
"Seriously, I'm experiencing a lot of new things with you."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah. Hand-shaking as a secret form of kissing, sneaking around from people we know, you bringing me coffee while wearing nothing but my shirt…" Her smiling has turned to giggling. "…you getting coffee for me at all, you groping me in the precinct elevator…"
"HA! Okay, okay…I see what you mean."
"Not to mention all the fantastic sex we've been having." Of course he had to throw that in.
She's questioning 'why & how now', but it strikes her… "Can you believe we have sex? 'Cause it's kind of unbelievable to me right now."
"I have those thoughts all the time. Like… 'I'm kissing Kate Beckett right now. Oh my God, I'm actually kissing Kate Beckett! And now she's taking off her clothes! I'm taking off mine. Since when are we so comfortable being naked with each other?'" His voice is so animated expressing all these thoughts, and she's laughing, thoroughly amused and in agreement with him.
They're both amazed they've finally gotten to this point in their relationship.
She joins in: "Yeah, and we're having sex in pools now. Since when do we do that?"
He laughs and answers, "Since you dropped your robe and forced me out of mine."
She laughs so loudly and freely. "No. It happened once you were naked and in the pool and you caught me."
"Mmm, the magic happened once you told me about your sexy skinny-dipping parties."
"Oh, and then you just couldn't resist me." She kisses his neck.
"No. It's you who couldn't resist me. You were the one pleading for the magic."
"I was not pleading!" She lifts her head to glare at him.
He doesn't like that glaring. "Fine. You weren't pleading. You demanded it."
A grin creeps on her face. "I can't deny that." He brings her down to a kiss, his mouth moving over hers lazily and lovingly. She kisses him back, feeling flutters all through her body. They're flutters of love and happiness.
"Your skin feels good," he whispers against her lips, a hand massaging her neck and upper back.
"If you're trying to seduce me, you don't have to," she replies, smiling.
"You know I'm a wordsmith." He kisses her quickly.
"And I love that." She kisses him.
They share a smile, and she lays her head back down, her lips grazing the skin at his neck.
"Being a wordsmith also means I'm a talker, soo… Did you enjoy yourself at your naked pool parties?"
"Since I love that you're a wordsmith, that means I should just accept you being a talker? You think you're so sneaky…"
"And you're avoiding my question. Or…were you too drunk to fully remember those parties," he wonders.
"I remember them very well. Don't ever assume I get too drunk to remember something," she warns him. "And yes, those parties were fun. But you're not getting anything else out of me."
"Just please tell me if you enjoyed yourself in the way I'm thinking of. I don't believe I have to tell you what way that is."
She kisses his neck with her tongue peaking out. Her tongue slides out more and runs up to his ear. She murmurs sexily in his ear, "Castle, I was naked in a pool partying with other people. And also drinking. You can figure out what kind of fun I had. I don't have to confirm it." She takes a breath and nips his earlobe, making him gasp and groan.
She pulls back and happily kisses his cheek. She sits up and detangles herself from him, standing and dropping the robe onto him. All she does next is give him a confident, flirty grin, and she's hopping back into the warm pool.
"You can't get wet without me," he calls out, recognizing the sexual innuendo.
She giggles and replies, "Yes, I can." She dives under and does some underwater swimming.
He figures he can't let her swim alone and have all the fun, so he hops up and dives in. She spots him underwater, smiling. She darts past him and resurfaces, gasping for air. "What a workout this night is," she says to herself, "Feels great." She shrieks when she feels his hands come around her and pull her backwards. He slips back under, and she's on her back until he drags her under. She spins to face him. They swim together underwater, and they seem perfectly in sync.
When they eventually surface, their feet touch the ground and she wraps her arms around him in a hug. Their height difference still astounds him, but he's familiar with how affectionate she gets after sex. Still not fully use to it, though. It amazes him because she never seemed to be that type of girl.
He wraps an arm around her shoulder, rubbing his fingers softly on her wet skin. His other hand snakes down her back to her waist. She pulls back a bit to kiss his shoulder, neck, and jaw tenderly. Her kisses send tingles all through him, especially down south. He feels her smirk against him, and he knows his current condition is noticed by her.
She breaks away from him, and he lets her go. She's smiling, which slowly becomes playful smirking once an idea sets in her mind. She uses her fierce strength to push him backwards, and his legs give, making him slip further into the water. He kinda saw that coming, but he doesn't reach out to stop her from swimming away from him.
"Is that all you got, punk?"
"Punk? Really, Castle? You're the one who grabbed me and pulled me under!"
He begins swimming to her, but as he closes in, she swims around him. He grins when she wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, her front pressing against his back. There's a huge grin on her face that grows even more when he says, "I like how this feels." She kisses his ear and nuzzles behind it as he grips her thighs. "Not as much as I do," she responds, thrusting her hips into him.
"Oooh…you naughty girl." He falls forward gracefully, allowing his hands to release her so he can swim a bit with her holding onto him. It's not easy. He isn't fast, not even close. He glides, takes them under for a couple moments, and then rises. He turns to flow in another direction. She lets out a gleeful laugh, and he has the brightest smile on his face.
At some point, he stops and stands, curious to see if she'd let go of him. But she's holding on even tighter. "You're not getting rid of me that easily," she snickers.
"And I don't want to," he replies, gripping her thighs and moving them to the pool's deep end. When he lets go of her again, she slides around to his front. She smiles and kisses him passionately. He moans and reaches around to massage her back and grip her hips. She moans and brushes her tongue against his lips.
He abruptly ends their kissing to catch his breath a bit and ask, "What are you doing now?" He wants to know how she'll answer.
"Making out with my boyfriend in his private pool."
"Excellent answer." They resume kissing, tongues mingling immediately.
Their first night in the Hamptons together continues in the pool and out. They eventually hit the shower, needing to wash the chlorine off and also wanting to spice things up more.
One thing's for sure, this first night has set the tone for the entire weekend.
Perhaps it won't be all sexual. There's more to alone time in the Hamptons than just sex, right?
