ok, so... firstly - my apologies for my total and utter lack of posting lately. life has been hectic to say the least.
secondly - this is the result of a 15 line challenge issued by my beta / muse / chief whip cracker Manuxinhace - "15 lines, smut, involving a green and white candy cane and everybody deserting Castle and his Christmas traditions".
here it is, folks - M-rated for a reason. if you like it, use the big review button and let me know! :-D
Richard Castle was sulking.
Serious, weapons-grade, bottom lip in danger of being tripped over sulking.
It was Christmas Eve, and he'd been abandoned by everyone.
His daughter was out with her college friends, his mother… well, the less said (or imagined) the better, and his wife was stuck at work.
For all the years she'd taken the holiday shifts voluntarily, the first time she'd actually wanted it off, she got called in to cover a shift thanks to an unfortunate incident involving Karpowski, an escaped circus clown with delusions of normalcy and for some reason the 'inappropriate use of an inflatable reindeer'...
Or so he thought.
Standing, he scrubbed his hands down his face and let out a heavy sigh, shuffling from the bedroom out to the kitchen, his movement coming to an abrupt halt when he caught sight of what lay under the Christmas tree.
A faux-fur rug had been stretched out in front of the flickering gas log fire, and stretched out like the best invitation to join the naughty list was his wife - gloriously nude save for a wide red ribbon wrapped tantalisingly around her hips.A wicked smile on her lips, she arched her back and teased the end of a green and white striped candy cane with her tongue, her eyes locked on his as she lifted her free hand and beckoned him closer.
Kneeling, he parted her knees with one hand, the other caressing the silken length of her thigh, fingers brushing feather-light over her sensitive skin, before tugging at the ribbon.
A deft twist and he had liberated the candy cane from her hand, his eyes darting between it and her own rapidly-darkening pupils, parting his lips so that he could take the sweet into his mouth and withdraw it tip of the candy cane left a sticky trail around one hardened nipple, then the other, his lips following after as he nipped at her skin, heat licking through her the further down her body he went.
An appreciative purr rumbled from him, the scent of her arousal filling his senses when he nuzzled the inside of her thigh, opening herself to his skilful attention.
Kate groaned, her hips bucking when he placed one hand across her stomach, the other taking the candy cane and sliding it into her aching core, the mint sending a delicious ripple of coolness which contrasted amazingly well with her rapidly building heat.
Her eyes screwed shut, already too close to the edge to hold on the moment his lips and extremely talented tongue pressed against the hook of the cane, pressing it as far as it could go into her depths, the curl rubbing her swollen clit with each and every stroke of his tongue winding her tighter and tighter, before she shattered with a scream that echoed off the walls of the loft, her hands fisting his hair, locking him between her legs, ankles locked behind his head as he feasted on her - sweet candy and the sudden wash of her climax blending into an erotic desert of which he would never tire...