Set during season 4 between 'Cops and Robbers' and '47 Seconds'. Inspired by the kink meme prompt: No existing relationship, in a tight/confined space, inadvertent frontage leads to orgasms.
Happy Valentine's Day jennysimonekate.
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"Castle, get in there. Quick!" Kate urgently whispers as she lifts the small opening in the old house for the crawl space.
A look of pure horror crosses his face. "Are you kidding me, Beckett? … There's no way I'll fit in that space… It looks to be about 5 feet by 5 and only 3 feet high. Plus," a shiver of disgust runs down his spine, "There's got to be creepy crawlies in there."
Kate rolls her eyes at his dramatics. "Well it's better to have a couple of ants or spiders crawl across you than being shot by drug dealers who believe we're here to steal their stash."
"Oh, come on. With your bad-ass ninja moves and my – " he clears the back of his throat, "unique skills, I'm positive we can take down these scum bags."
She can't contain the smile from bursting across her face. "Unique skills?" She shakes her head from side to side. "You planning on disabling them with your rapier wit?… Or possibly 'penning' them to death, Writer-Boy?"
"Hey, don't bash my rare talents, Detective. One day soon I hope to show you personally some of my very - unique - skills."
Kate can feel the blush rising up her neck and settling on her cheeks at the implication of his words… He definitely implied he wanted to show her his unique talents in the bedroom, and damn him, he used his 'bedroom' voice that always turned her insides to mush.
She decided to ignore the sexual current flowing through the basement and get back to the task at hand – saving their lives.
"Sometimes you forget that you're just a civilian… I can't put you in harms way and have you forgotten that I'm unarmed? We'll be safer if we hide out until back-up gets here."
"About that," Rick says a little embarrassed. "I can't apologize enough for tripping the wire that released the pitbull… I'd never have forgiven myself if that brute sunk his teeth anywhere but your glock."
His sincere tone and distressed blue eyes told her he's telling the truth.
She grabs his hand and briefly squeezes it. "It was an accident. Don't worry about it, Partner." She smiles teasingly. "Now let me save your millionaire ass by hiding it."
He flashes her his egotistical grin. "If we make it out of here alive, you're not taking credit for this one. Got it?... The count still stands with moi saving your life 9 times and you saving mine 8."
"Nuh- uh, no way, -" but Kate stops talking as a loud voice with a heavy Brooklyn accent floats down the stairs. "Roman, someone's definitely been in here snooping around. Look at this." There's a scuffling noise that comes from straight above them and sounds as if there are at least three men upstairs.
"Go get Fang and bring him in."
"Fang?" Castle squeaks and within two seconds flat he's down on all fours.
Mmm, Kate thought as she had a perfect view of his muscled ass… It was flawlessly displayed before her in his tailored dress slacks and as he shimmied onto the dirt floor of the small space, a jolt of desire shot straight through her loins.
She had an irresistible urge to reach out and cup that taut butt of his to determine if it was as rock hard as it looked.
He certainly knows how to wear Zanella.
Kate heard an, "Oomph," that sounded like Castle's back hitting a hard surface. He retreated backwards on his hands and knees before looking up at her sheepishly, "Wrong way."
She couldn't help the soft smile that graced her lips at the smudge of dirt residing on his right cheek.
The man is simply adorable.
As she heard footsteps coming down the stairs, she immediately dropped to the floor and maneuvered backwards as quietly as possible to squeeze in beside Castle. She lowered the hatch to cover the crawl space.
"It's claustrophobic in here."
Her elbow jabbed into his ribs to hush him up. "Shhh!"
Castle doesn't utter a sound when two men enter the demolished rec room. He can hear Kate's stymied breathing as her cop instincts kick in and adrenaline rushes through her system. She is focused, alert, on edge, … hoping that 'good luck' favors them and the men won't find them.
"Henri, check out the bathroom and storage area… I'll check the bedrooms and wine cellar."
They hear a grunt of acknowledgement before their footsteps fade away.
Castle is on his right side with his knees drawn up slightly, while Kate lies flat on her back with her legs bent and twisted to the right.
To say the least, she's at an awkward angle with her knees pressed heavily into the dirt wall of the tiny crawl space.
Lying next to Rick in this scary situation makes Kate's head spin… Every facet of her is attuned to his slightest movement. She can clearly see his broad chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. She's just inches away from his roguish face and even in the dim basement light she can see the small crinkle lines around his piercing eyes and the pout of concern on his lips.
His lips. Those full, soft lips that she dreams about feeding on her skin.
The familiar trickle of desire starts to permeate every fiber of her being.
Uh-Oh, Castle breathes in deeply, - nervously. This is a bad idea.
He breathes in her addicting scent of cherries with just a hint of strawberry, and groans internally at the realization that this is going to be pure torture, - being this close and not being allowed to touch those model gams of hers that are clad in those infuriatingly, sexy skinny jeans, - not being allowed to caress her six pack abs that he's fantasized about on many long, lonely nights, - not being able to feel her soft locks or memorize the contours of her beautiful face with his fingertips, - not being allowed to finally claim her lips as his own.
It's horrible enough that dangerous thugs are searching the place for them, but it's infinitely worse to be this close to her tempting body, just a fraction of an inch away from her womanly curves, and knowing that he can't touch her.
All he'd have to do is move his left hand a couple of inches to the right and he'd be caressing her hip. - Her very feminine hip that drives him to distraction on a daily basis.
Castle gulps, trying to gain control of his rampant thoughts.
Kate speaks softly, "My leg's falling asleep. I've got to move." She inches closer to him so her knees aren't digging into the wall. Her shoulder hits his firm chest and her lower thigh presses into his knees. Her head settles beneath his chin.
She wonders how in the world she ever classified Castle as 'metro-sexual,' because he's definitely ALL-man… Her cheek can feel his strong, pectoral muscles beneath his thin dress shirt and the top of her head can feel his Adams apple bob up and down.
No, no, Nooo, he desperately thinks.
Now the scent of ripe cherries is infiltrating his nostrils and flowing unchecked through his blood stream and bloody hell, her breast is smashed against his abdomen making him seriously think about throwing caution to the wind, saying to hell with the consequences, and finally mauling her delectable body.
'Casanova Castle' rears his pretty head and tempts him to take advantage of this rare opportunity and let his hands do the talking… Yes! Oh God, Yes! Let his hands rove over her beautiful flesh and show her exactly how he feels about her.
BUT, his author's brain screams at him (And let's be honest here, it's a BIG BUT) as he can picture Kate's immediate, shocked reaction and he seriously doesn't want to have the family jewels maimed for life by a swift, accurate, deadly knee to the groin so he decides to do the next best thing…
He places his lips at her ear and ruffles her hair as he mumbles, "If I would've known that all it would take to get you this close to me, Detective, -"
Kate startles as his hot breath streams through her ear canal with unmistakable lust coating his tone.
"Was an old home, a frisky guard dog and a couple of zealous drug dealers, I would've paid some actors a long time ago to reenact this scenario." He chuckles deeply and the reverberation from his laughter shoots through her side and courses through her long frame, singeing her nerve endings.
The heat from her thigh radiates through his kneecaps and sends his heart a hammering and his blood boiling and he's seriously going to be more embarrassed than he's ever been in his life if she notices how 'turned on' he is right now.
In that infuriating teasing tone of hers she replies, "I'm actually kind of surprised, Castle, that you haven't concocted a situation like this before now."
Her breaths are deep and with each inhale he can feel the swell of her breast moving against his abdomen.
He's got to do something quick to put some distance between himself and her lush curves that are tempting him beyond reason… Let alone her silky hair that keeps moving across his collarbone, and her addicting smell (which keeps bringing up the memory of her in the Old Haunt for the first time licking that red maraschino cherry so salaciously – the minx) so he tries to scoot away from her, but in the process, his hand falls and unintentionally skims her breast.
Shit! Did that really just happen?
She sucks in a harsh breath. "You trying to cop a feel, Castle?" But her question comes out way more breathy than she intended and now her sole concentration is on her breasts and how heavy and achy they feel… How they neeed his touch.
Her eyes are bright and wide due to her buzzing skin and the adrenaline rushing through her bloodstream is magnifying her other senses ten fold.
And fuck, if it isn't doing it for her just listening to his deep, manly breaths and smelling his expensive cologne and feeling his heart throb beneath her ear.
And the poor man is obviously so flustered right now as he trips over his apology for that accidental touch… She feels his pulse pick up speed and she swears she can hear his heart trying to thump right out of his chest.
Kate puts her index finger over Rick's lips to shush him and has to consciously fight to not run her finger over their fullness.
She's surrounded by his smell, his hot breath, his very male body emanating droves of testosterone, - making her think about his long legs, trim hips and fabulous ass and it's been so long since she's had sex, and for God's sake, this is Richard freakin Castle… Her author, her partner, the one man she's always refused to admit she wants in her bed.
Castle stiffens as they hear the two men come back in the room. She places her hand on his thigh to hopefully reassure him that they're going to be okay, but it somehow slides and lands just beneath his belt buckle… Her fingers curl and she ends up tugging on the seam of his fly.
"Kaaate, don't move," he throatily whispers, trying and failing miserably to keep his libido in check.
The Brooklyn voice they heard earlier asks, "You find anything?"
"Absolutely nothing. I don't think anyone's been down here."
"Did you check beneath the stairs?"
"No."
They hear a thud that sounds like one of the men whacked the other in the back of the head.
"Go check it."
To make matters worse, besides the adrenaline rushing through his system due to the danger they're in, the heat from Kate's palm is searing straight to his groin and he's in a painful state of arousal right now… His member throbs with each and every heartbeat and he's worried about her fingers lowering even a millimeter as she'll definitely be able to feel his engorged erection.
His smell is divine and if she turns her head just barely to the left, her lips will land beneath his collarbone and she can finally taste his fair skin for the first time.
Her nipples harden from the friction of her labored breathing as her breast moves up and down next to his abdomen… Her belly clenches as she thinks about his large writer hand cupping her breast for real. Moisture trickles to the apex of her thighs as she feels his manhood twitch and start to grow beneath her palm.
She fights to gain control of her hormones as they're still in a very serious situation and now is not the time to be thinking about Castle taking her right here, fast and dirty in the crawl space of a 100 year old home.
Nooo, it's definitely not the time although her rushing blood and pert nipples and wet panties are saying otherwise.
"Boss," one of the men hollers up the stairs. "Send Fang down."
Kate breathes in shakily as the realization overwhelms her, - consumes her and she can no longer deny it… She's wanted Richard Alexander Castle in her bed since the first time their eyes made searing contact in the interrogation room where he'd boldly given her permission in that sexy, playboy voice of his to, umm, (she tugs on her bottom lip) spank him.
And if she could, - she would delightfully spank him right now.
A shiver of pure lust runs through her body.
"Kate, are you cold?" Rick asks sincerely and before he realizes what he's doing his right arm sneaks beneath her shoulders; he straightens his knees as much as he can and hauls her trembling body next to his long frame.
"No, No… I just – " and even in the dim light of the crawl space she can see the concern in his never-ending blue eyes.
As their eyes connect, she sees something deeper, something bolder inside Castle that draws her in, - captivates her, - binds her to him.
His eyes darken to a mesmerizing midnight blue in color. - It's more than desire.
It's … It's…
Her body thrums with overwhelming need as she interprets correctly the raging lust spewing forth from Rick's expressive gaze.
Kate can't help herself… She can't keep denying them any longer.
She flips on her left side, facing him, shoving those tantalizing curves of hers along every nook and cranny of his body that she can reach.
She keens into him and murmurs sexily across his lips, "Don't question this, Castle," and then her hand bravely lowers, Oh Gawwd, and her mouth slams into his.