Kate smoothed down her top, feeling the soft fabric drift over her body like the gentle course of a stream. Her hair fell softly to her shoulders, and she was pleased with how lightly the wind had disentangled it from her braid, despite her good will to keep it there. Castle stood by the side of the chapel, his own hair messy from the wind that blew through the mountains, yet it did him a kindness. The shadows clung to the green grass that rolled over the tombstones and unto the path that had lead them there. Kate could not help but stare in wonder at his eyes looking into the distance, he hint of his chest from the opened collar of his shirt. She was pleased that he did not notice her observing him; she would prefer to drink in the sight of beauty on her own.
It was not until night that they returned to their snowy cabin in the mountains. The light from the window gave off the effect of warmth and security. The branches of the pine trees were heavy with snow, and with every breath, white mist formed in front of their faces. The cold seemed to stretch on forever, but they were comforted by a look borrowed from each other; a promise of things to come. In the distance, the shadow of an elk could be seen against the snow.
Once inside, they deposited their bags and removed their furs, placing them gently on the coat hanger by the door. Castle looked to her, now finally in reach of him, in ways she had not been in public. Kate's nose was red from the cold, and snow still clung to her brown hair—but her eyes were wide and bright, and Castle felt desire begin to stir within him.
"This was a great idea, Castle!" Kate exclaimed, beaming, as she changed into less sodden clothes.
"I thought you would enjoy it," Castle said with a smirk, inclining his head slightly. "After all, when could Kate Beckett resist a good adventure? Though, I'll admit, there's less crime this time."
"Heh, which I'm definitely fine with. But now I'm cold," she told him as she emerged from the bedroom in a dress, giggling slightly. Castle loved her smile, and how she only ever seemed to show her innocence to him. She's mine, he thought contentedly.
"Me too," he replied, acutely aware of how her dress revealed the swell of her chest.
"We should...shower," she hinted, her eyes flitting to his momentarily, and he felt his breath catch at the smell of her. They smelled like the forest, and the earth, and even inside the air held a sharp atmosphere.
The bathroom was lined with petals they had collected the previous day from the village down below. Kate had insisted on fetching candles, so the smell might fill the room—and though Castle had declined the thought at first, he did not regret it. Kate placed the soap by the bath, and the lotion she had purchased from the old woman in the village. Their bodies, now warmed from the lack of wind and the fire of the candles combined, seemed to insist on the removal of clothing. Castle reached down and kissed her, enlacing his fingers in her hair, feeling thrilled as her body pressed to his own.
Kate breathed in his scent, wishing for more. When they released each other, their eyes wide, she could feel her pulse quickening. She squeezed his hand once, and smiled, and received a grin in return. This feeling of ecstasy, this togetherness—she could have asked for it from no other person. Reaching for the zipper at the back of her dress, she felt her shoulders become bare, and a shiver went down her spine.
"Let me," Castle insisted, and she relinquished the endeavour.
Instead of ripping off her clothing as she expected, she felt his cold fingertips press to the small of her neck, and to the contours of her shoulders. He pressed his mouth to her neck, and she could feel the warmth flood through her from the spot where his breath hit her.
"Kate," he spoke softly, quietly breathing into her ear as his hands worked on her body, passing over her hips, her midsection...one hand pressing to her bosom, the right hand lowering, lowering...She whimpered, wishing for the teasing to finish. For a moment he paused his movement, and she noticed the shift in his breathing—and then she felt it, behind her.
"Oh, Castle..." she sighed, pressing herself to him. He sighed, breathing in the smell of her hair. She slipped out of her dress, sighing now too as her body vibrated from the pleasant pressure he had inflicted upon her. She stood now before him in nothing but her black bra and thong, both lacy and leaving nothing to the imagination. Castle followed suit, removing his shirt. The desire in her eyes was clear, yet they both held back, as if biding their time would bring them closer. But Castle felt the stirring in his loins, and knew he would be more than enthused to press into her now. But he did not.
The steaming water from the shower produced a mist similar to the one created outside by their breath, but incredibly more relieving. Completely naked, neither could hide their yearning for each other. Kate stepped in first, wetting her hair and smoothing it down to her neck. Castle followed her in, observing intently as the drops of water ran down her body: over her chest, down her stomach to her belly button, clinging to her thighs before reaching the floor of the shower. Kate closed her eyes, knowing that if she looked at him now, she would beg him to fill her with his eagerness. She looked instead to his eyes, and let his yearning fill her mind.
"Let me clean you." Kate reached for the soap, and let it slide over his shoulders, his chest, noticing the bubbles appear on him. Castle stiffened noticeably, distracted from the seeming innocent act of cleansing Kate performed on him.
"I need you, Kate," he told her, over the noise of the water hitting the glass pane, hitting their bodies. "Please."
She looked up to him then, and her eyes seemed to fill him, and the excitement consumed him with the invitation he found in them. Immediately he shoved his fingers into her crotch, delighting in the panting tone of her breath, feeling his body order him to fuck her. Soon his fingers slid into her with ease, and he knew she was ready. Castle looked into her pleading eyes as her insistently high-pitched noises crescendoed. Before she could come, he took his fingers from her, and gripped his erection, opening his mouth while arousing the breathless stupor of his partner. Kate watched the muscles move beneath his skin, and the noiseless cries hidden by the pounding water.
"Oh please, please Castle, I need you, please!" she begged, feeling the desperate willingness overwhelm her.
"Tell me," he told her, continuing his sleek progress, tempting her with the oncoming penetration. "Tell me how much you would like me inside of you right now."
"Castle!" her voice was winded, but the only distress in her eyes was for the kindling torrent inside of her. Castle took this for a request, and bent down to his knees, forcing his fingers into her once more before licking the inside of her leg. Noticing the quickness of her breathing and the stillness of her body, he bit down, forcefully enough to leave a slight bruise.
"Oh-" she cried out, but before she could yell for him, he licked her into exquisite elation. "I'm...I'm going to...Oh, Castle, baby...baby!" She writhed, quivering like a newly fletched arrow. and he rose from his knees to press his mouth thirstily to her own, feeling the wetness on his fingers and knowing it had not been the shower that had caused it. Combing her hair with his fingers, he pressed his mouth to her neck affectionately.
"Castle," Kate tried to keep her voice steady, but she could not completely hide the riveting flood of eagerness. "I'm going to bend over for you. And I'd like you to fuck me like that. Can you do this for me?" Her voice was soft, her eyes unblinking and wide.
"Yes," he replied obediently. "Yes, yes."
"Good boy," she replied with a grin. Castle helped her down, squeezing her sides, positioning her so he could fill her completely with his firmness. She cried out when he finally reached her, but the noise was drowned out by his powerful desire. The stream of water hit his back and fell onto her own, seeming to only increase the desperate force of his fucking.
"Ohhh, Kate!" he cried out her name, feeling her fill his every pore, feeling her in the water and in his exhilaration. The wetness descending upon them seemed to even permeated her body, his membrane moving lithely from within her, his tip massaging next to the tightness of her opening. When he could sense himself reaching the limit, he took his cock out from her, fondling her before whirling her to meet his eyes.
"I need," he spoke breathlessly, feeling the desire in his midsection quicken. "I need to see your eyes...I need to see...when I come, I need to see it in your eyes." He needn't explain more. Wrapping her leg around his hip, she left herself open to him. Within a moment he pressed within her, fucking her pitilessly, blinking only to move the droplets of water from his eyes.
"Come inside me, Castle, oh please, please fill me, fill me with your cum, please, please, please!"
"Yes, Kate, yes, yes Iwill, oh my god,oh, oh-"
"Now!" she cried and he pressed his nose to hers, their eyes meeting.
"Yes, now babe, now, NOW!"
Both felt the force hit them at once, their bodies trembling with instantaneous orgasms.
The following moments were serene, peaceful; Castle pulled himself out from her, knowing he had never come so much in his life. The pleased look in her eyes and smile were enough to fulfill him forever, he thought, and gently he held her in his arms. She pressed her head against his neck, and together they felt the humming sensation flow through them, becoming one without being in each other—through nothing more than fondness for the other. His fingers moved down the curve of her back, and she stroked the back of his neck.
Leaving the shower, they immersed themselves once more in the furs, and slept.
