This is my first attempt at smut and upon retrospect, it really isn't that bad. Nevertheless, I would really appreciate some feedback. So feel free to trash it if you feel the need.
Also, this isn't necessarily a birthday present for Alex Castle but it just happens to be on the same day as her so happy birthday babe! 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Castle or anything associated with it.
"Just put them over there." Kate indicated a spot in the center of the living room as Rick hauled two large cardboard boxes and gently threw them on the floor. Huffing, he glared up at her throw his light brown fringe. She was just leaning against the counter in his kitchen with a nonchalant smirk on her face, her arms folded underneath her chest.
"Tell me again why you're not helping?" She tilted her head in challenge.
"Well because lifting all of those heavy boxes would just make me all sweaty and no one wants that." Rick's jaw didn't slack nor did his eyes widen but they threatened to as he struggled internally for a response. Finally he stood straight and took a step towards her.
"You're coming to do the next run with me." He lightly gripped her wrist to pull her forward but she pulled back, causing him to lightly stumble into her. Using the momentum, he placed enough weight on her to bend her over the counter with a mischievous smile. With an amused eyebrow she never lost control of the situation.
"You think so do you?" She adjusted her folded arms so they were pushing her breasts up more than they already were. His gaze lowered and lingered for a moment before they returned, barely a shade darker but enough to let her know that his mind was in the right place.
"Oh yes I do." He leaned forward with that god-awful smirk plastered on his face and a hand slowly wrapping around her waist. She really had no intention of stopping him until he put pressure on her back and propelled her forward, passed him and towards the door. With a light smack on her bottom, he followed as she continued walking, willingly, down to the lobby where more boxes waited for them. With a glare over her shoulder she added an extra sway to her hips – knowing full well that he was watching her back-side – to let him know just what he wouldn't be getting for that little stunt.
Half an hour later, all of the "heavy" cardboard boxes were resting tauntingly in the middle of the living room.
"Why they hell do you have so many boxes?" He dropped the last of the offending objects on the top of his shoe causing him to stumble and collapse on the floor beside the pile. Kate, to her credit, didn't laugh until Rick flopped down on his back with his arms spread in defeat at which point her snickers turned into giggles as she dropped her lighter box beside his.
"Because you're such a wuss. Sure you don't need to some real men to help?" She breathed.
"I resent that." He didn't look up at her but his voice still held all the sultry promise it needed. "You know very well that I am very much a man."
Upon hearing her musical laughter, he lifted his head up and half-heartedly glared at her. He pouted like a hurt child causing her giggles to grow. As she continued to laugh at his expense, he reached for her wrist and this time succeeded in pull her towards him. With a light, surprised squeal Kate landed on her back beside him, still laughing hysterically but more at the situation than at him now.
Rick sat up on his elbow and didn't laugh but he was smiling broadly, just watching her in a state a pure bliss. He knew it was rare for her to be this happy so he preferred to memorize every inch of her so he could focus on making her do it again. The way her arms folded and tucked beside her chest; the way she arched into her laugh, her chest rising and falling; the way her knees bent and her legs rest half in the air; the way her eyes squeezed shut and her nose scrunched; the way her hair in its messy ponytail fell to her left side completely enveloping her cheek; the way her smile widened with every breath she took, exposing her straight and coffee-stained white teeth; the way she glowed with perfect happiness.
Kate's laughter subsided when she felt Rick's familiar stare boring into her soul. It wasn't uncommon for him to stare at her with love and affection but the intensity and situation caused her to control her laughter in favour of opening her eyes and calming her breathing. She watched him until her chest steadied and her gaze became curious. Without speaking, he reached his hand up to stroke her cheek. She watched his hand as it trailed across her cheek, down her jaw and rested on her chin.
"You are so beautiful." The last of her breath left her as she watched his eyes grow darker with love and lust. Sub-consciously, she shifted her weight onto her side so she was level with him and much closer. His hand dropped from her face and slid down her arm and then was gone. In an instant they were inches apart. All either had to do was tilt their head forward just a little bit and then-
"Am I interrupting something?" A woman cleared her throat in the doorway of the open loft. Instantly the couple rolled apart and sat up, their hands in their laps and a matching blush that could not have been planned. Lanie stood in the doorway, her hands on her hips, her back arching slightly from the weight of her growing stomach with an amused smirk that was all her own. She observed her best friend mutter a 'no' as she smoothed her grey sweatshirt – which looked suspiciously like something Rick would own – down which had ridden up to her waist in her laughter. Rick had yet to say anything but he didn't seem able to look at anything but the hardwood floor which, although polished and gorgeous, held nothing of interest. The medical examiner rolled her eyes as she entered the spacy room and finally laid eyes on the collection of boxes forgotten between the couple.
"I came to help with the moving but if you want me to come back…" She trailed off as the pair regained their composure.
"Nonsense doctor, you're always welcome in my-" he looked over at Kate with a subtle smile, almost proudly "our home. But is it really a good idea to be doing any manual labour this close to your due date. I didn't think Colin would let you out of his sight. I thought that child was going to pop out any day now." Kate's words not his. Lanie rolled her eyes at his – Kate's – choice of words but Kate answered before her.
"No worries Ricky;" She patted his knee and then used it to brace herself as she stood. "She's taking over my job of monitoring. She's going to tell us where everything goes so you" She pulled on his hands to help him stand "don't screw up."
"Would I screw up?" He pulled her closer with his hand around her waist and with no counter behind her she had no choice but to comply.
"Yes." She smirked, denying his obvious kiss vibe for a kiss on the cheek. She patted his chest comfortingly but her expression grew serious. "I want to move in the right way." Suddenly filled with an odd sense of pride, Rick pulled her closer and found her lips before she could protest. The kiss was long and sweet with no intention from either participant to move it forward. It was just a kiss. But the other person in the room cleared her throat nonetheless and the couple still reluctantly parted so they could begin moving Kate into Rick's loft.
The next few hours were spent unpacking boxes and moving things around to accommodate for the new living arrangement. As they worked – well as Kate and Rick worked and Lanie sat on a stool in the kitchen – they made Lanie's version of light conversation.
"So when do I get a niece or nephew out of you too?" The couple didn't stop in their quest to make the loft habitable but Kate did blush slightly.
"Lanie!" She scolded her friend with a nervous laugh. "We've only been dating for ten months."
"Officially." The pregnant woman scoffed. "You two have been doing the 'couple' thing for years. It's time you got your acts together, settled down and got to producing those Castle babies I'm sure are going to be the cutest things on the planet." Rick closed his eyes as he paused to release a breathy laugh.
"Thank you Dr. Parish, I think that was a compliment." Kate didn't respond but she glanced at Rick whose expression didn't change but his eyes gave her the answer she needed.
"Actually Lanie" Her gaze only turned to the woman after she spoke. "I think we're almost there." She turned to face the woman who wore a curious expression on her face and held up her hands. On her right ring finger was a plain silver band that fit on her slender finger perfectly. Almost in slow motion, the brunette detective pulled the ring off her finger, flipped it over and replaced it on her left ring finger revealing an oval-cut diamond surrounded by three small diamonds curving around either side of the stone. Simple but elegant. Waiting the three seconds it took Lanie for realization kicked in, Kate smiled broadly as she was tackled by a pregnant woman in jeans and a V-neck t-shirt. Maintaining her balance, Kate held to the M.E. until she loosened her grip and took a step back. Hastily grabbing the ring to examine it, she released a squeal of approval before turning directly to the silent, happy but stunned writer.
"Took you long enough to put a ring on that girl's finger." He simply shrugged.
"I've been trying but it took a lot of convincing to even get her to wear it at all." At that, she turned to her friend with a raised eyebrow.
"What has you so reluctant to marry this man?" Kate's gaze immediately flew to her fiancée's and they shared a smile. Her voice was soft and sweet.
"Nothing anymore." Seeing the look in her friend's eyes and instantly recognizing it, Lanie shook her head.
"Mmhmm. Still got the eye-sex after all these years. Congrats." Kate smiled as she returned her attention to her friend.
"Thank you for helping out today Lanie."
"Hey," She raised her hands in mock defeat. "It was all you guys. I just supervised." Then she leaned in close to her friend to speak in a stage whisper. "You know that boy of yours is pretty damn toned. How are you keeping him so fit?"
"Thank you." Rick motioned towards the pair in exasperation. "Kate doesn't seem to think I'm much of a man."
"She did say boy, Castle." The brunette pointed out causing him to open his mouth in protest before folding his arms and plopping down on the couch facing away from the pair – being a child by throwing a temper tantrum and being a gentleman by allowing the two friends some privacy to say goodbye. Rolling her eyes, Kate returned her attention to the woman in front of her.
"I'll deal with him and the rest of the boxes. You head home to your man." She offered her a long hug goodbye before walking her to the door and leaning against it once the good doctor had left. Breathing a sigh of relief, she closed her eyes and composed herself for the task at hand: finishing unpacking her new life. She hadn't realized her fiancée had moved until he was whispering in her ear.
"I thought she'd never leave." Too caught up in the sensation of his breath down her neck, she whispered
"Yeah" before she realized what she was saying and her eyes flew open. "I mean-" her protests her cut off by Rick's mouth on her's in a slow and steady massage. Her pulse beat in her lips as they worked each other over; her hands were pinned to the door by the sheer weight of his body on her's while one of his hands thread through her hair and the other came to the hem of her – his – sweatshirt. His fingertips were barely grazing her stomach when she suddenly broke from the kiss and slipped out from his embrace. Powerwalking towards the last few boxes left in the middle of the living room, she adjusted the very visible creases on her shirt and huffed anxiously.
"I think we should finish unpacking these boxes." Not losing his lusty composure, Rick followed her across the loft and rested his hands on her shoulders.
"And I think we should leave them till later." He trailed his fingers down her arms as he placed warm, chaste kisses down the side of her neck and up to her earlobe and tuck it in his teeth. He smiled as he heard her gasp lightly at the unexpected sensation. She leaned slightly into his embrace, her resolve slipping fast.
"But I could be persuaded otherwise." She gasped as his hands left her arms to pull her waist closer and ground her hips into his. The sensation caused them both to moan.
"What kind of persuasion are we talking about?" His lips were dangerously close to her ear – he could feel the tiny hairs on the tip of her ear perk up with delight.
"You're the one with the brilliant-" She gasped as his lips grazed her neck to bite down on her pulse point "mind." She meant mind right? "You tell me." His hands ran up the inside of her shirt and she let him this time if only to close her eyes and feel his arms around her bare stomach.
"Well we could always clean up before coming back down." He nudged her head to the side to allow his mouth better access. "You can multi-task in the shower can't you?" She feigned thought – not having been coherent since he had grabbed her ear the first time – before she allowed the sensation of his kisses to take over and she breathed.
"Too far." She turned in his arms – his fingers curling around to her back – and kissed him hard and fast. Nothing to be misread. Her fingers lingered in his hair and his never left her waist but their kisses were becoming longer and the need to breathe – although not necessary – was a good excuse to move.
"I'm thinking we should consummate this marriage." He muttered against her lips as he gently pushed her backwards.
"Shouldn't we be married first?" Her feet complied of their own accord and she was backing into the counter. A sense of déjà vu was swept under the rug.
"Nonsense." He pulled back playfully, still attached at the hip. "We've consummated a lot of things." He bent forward to kiss the center of her neck. "Alexis moving out into the real world." A little lower "Our engagement." Lower still "Breaking a lamp." She smiled at the memory before she used her hips to push him back. "I think we broke the lamp after-while we consummated… something…" She couldn't remember what they had been joining for. "What were we consummating?" He thought for a moment.
"I think buying the lamp." With a smile she pulled him back into a searing kiss and didn't wait for a response. His hands finally left her skin to move behind her. Their kisses didn't move but his hands were causing an odd sideways momentum between the two and the sensation caused her to break apart to look over her shoulder at what he was doing. His hands were moving back and forth in a sweeping motion, clearing the counter behind them of all contents. Looking back at him with intrigue, she raised an eyebrow in question.
"Planning on having your way with me Mr. Castle?"
"Well we gotta get dirty if we're going to have that shower." His hands slipped to her hips and he almost lovingly hoisted her up onto the counter and left his hands on her waist. For a brief moment, this wasn't about lust; this was about love. But as soon as he spoke, both eyes darkened and the intention was clear. "And besides, I need to welcome you to the building." With that, he pushed her roughly down so that she caught herself on her elbows and looked at him expectantly. In a swift motion, he had climbed onto the counter and was crawling between her legs, his knees sticking slightly from a hastily spilled bottle of jam. He was suddenly struck with a thought that was silenced by Kate pulling him down to her by his shirt collar.
"Not this time." She muttered, frantically playing with his buttons. How she knew what he was thinking would always be beyond him but he wasn't complaining. He used his hands to brace himself above her frame as she reached to undo his last button and throw it over his shoulders. Alternating between hands in order to slip his arms out of the shirt, he bent his arms to press more of his weight on top of her. Slipping his right hand under her sweatshirt, he tugged upward bringing the fabric with him. Sitting up, he pulled the offending object over her head and threw it to the side, not waiting for it to hit the ground before placing his hand behind her back and splaying his fingertips across the back of her bra. He tried and failed several times to undo the clasp while using his other hand to hold her in mid-air until Kate pulled back from his neck with an amused smirk.
"All thumbs today dear?" With that teasing look, Kate tilts her head and leans back on her hands so that he can use both of his hands to remove the traitorous piece of fabric – it can barely be called clothing.
"I've got other things working just fine." He growled, flinging her bra in the air. With a satisfied purr, Kate lowered her hands down to his belt and quickly slung it out, nearly whipping poor Rick in the process. Fumbling with the button of his constricting jeans, she growled in protest before finally getting it and slipping his pants off his hips. Rick rocked back onto his heels to completely remove his pants leaving Kate very cold. Not liking to feel so exposed, she reached out a hand to pull him back by whatever part was most available. That happened to be his penis which was standing at attention waiting for her and her firm grasp of it caused him to pause in his shimmy out of the denim.
"Really now?" He voice was slight strained from the lack of blood actually making it to his first brain but he understood her intention and dropped his boxers along with his pants, kicking them off the counter as Kate retook her grasp of him. Stroking her sharp fingernails along his semi-impressive length – she wasn't complaining, really she wasn't cause that boy could really work what he had – she gently tugged him until he was laying back on top of her, returning his ministrations of her face and neck. Her hands trailed all the way up his toned stomach to his fairly sloppy chest – Victor Webster he was not – around his neck and into his hair. She pulled his head lower hoping for him to reach just a little further with his lips. So far tonight, he had avoided touching her chest in any way and while she loved his gentlemanly side, it was currently bugging the hell out of her. Taking both of his hands supporting his weight above her, she tugged them off the counter and waited until he had regained his balance before placing them gently on her breast. He immediately squeezed both of them and the moan that escaped her lips and the way she arched her back into him gave him all the permission he needed. His lips trailed down the center of her chest as his hands rolled over her nipples and caressed the sides of her breasts, bringing them closer together. As his fingers continued their ministrations – more specifically his fingertips teasing her rock hard nipples – his mouth moved further down, his teeth grazing her stomach causing her core muscles to tighten in anticipation and her hands to clench his hair. As his lips found the top of her loose blue shorts over her black cotton underwear he looked up at her mischievously. She looked back at him once she realized he had stopped and the look in her eyes was enough to send him over the edge. A helpless lust that came from begin completely out of control and completely taken by the sensation of it. Without averting his gaze from her blackened eyes, he dug his teeth into the fabric of her waistband and gently pulled. He slid the garments down between her legs, still fairly closed without instruction. As he moved lower to pull the clothing right off the ends of her feet, his hands slipped down her sides, leaving her breasts feeling very unfondled. Knowing his hands would not return unless she was completely naked, she flicked her underwear off her toe and silently begged him to return. Instead, he slowly kissed the inside of her right ankle sending waves of unwanted pleasure up her to her centre with ever touch of his lips. His tongue grazed along her knee and up her thigh and shaped right over her pelvis before continuing up her left side. Kate had closed her eyes, fully expecting to feel his tongue explore her folds but when he literally passed right over her, her eyes flew open and her fingers dug into his scalp to stop him just below her breast. His hands had moved passed to rest on her shoulders as he lay most of his weight on her side but he stopped when she protested and looked up at her.
"Get down there." Her voice was almost more commanding the breathier and sexier it got and he nearly obeyed but at the last moment he pulled himself forward and began to kiss and suck and lick the bottom of her neck as his legs intertwined with her's. As he sucked blood to the surface, her knee lifted of its own accord, letting him fall deeper towards her. As it was, his erection was pressed against her thigh, dangerously close to her center teasing her with each motion he made. She was too caught up in the sensation of their lower halves to really pay attention to what he was doing above but when she felt him snicker against her neck, a part of her brain kicked in and she looked at him with a sense of dread.
"You did not just give me a hickey." The moment was almost completely gone save for his arousal and her laboured breathing keeping him going. He offered no response save for a defiant smile as though he were so proud of what he had just done. "What am I going to tell the guys at work tomorrow?" It was meant as a protest but at the moment it seemed more like an invitation to test her improv-excuse skills so he promptly tilted his head to the other side to continue his work.
"The same thing was always tell them" He had given up on giving her a hickey and settled for making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end as his lips ghosted over every single inch of the right side of her neck "alien abduction." She would have smiled or at least rolled her eyes at the reference but instead closed her eyes at the sensation of his hands trailing down her sides to rest low on her hips.
Feeling that was all the foreplay they really needed, they both made an executive decision to get Rick inside of her as soon as possible and so in one motion, Kate firmly grabbed him and he shifted his weight to be completely over top of her. The moment he moved forward to dip inside of her, she lifted and locked her ankles around his ass and then made sure she had a firm grip of his shoulder blades. Using all the strength he had in his body, he filled her half way and simply stayed for a moment before pulling back but Kate, who had grown lustfully impatient, had other ideas. Flexing her feet, she dug her heels in and pushed upwards so that he had no choice but to shift his weight forward and fill her completely – as best he could. Regardless, she groaned at the intimate contact.
"That's better." She muttered as he began a slow motion – at Kate's discretion. They didn't move except for the steadily increasing rhythm of the joined pair. Kate's dark hazel eyes were thrown to the ceiling, her eyes falling shut each time he passed her clit while Rick stared at her – or rather her neck – in adoring fascination. As her ecstasy increased, she pushed him inside her faster and faster until she felt a wave crash over her eyes and she arched her back into the sensation. Her hands had dropped from his shoulders and were now clenching either side of the now warm, ceramic table.
"Oh god yes;" She breathed "more." She commanded in his ear. And he obeyed to an extent until he felt himself falling over the edge. He continued to pump until he tilted his head forward and emptied himself inside of her with a groan of pleasure. She followed for a second time, her voice just as quiet but it held much more desire. For the first time in what seemed like hours, she looked at him as she orgasmed again. Her hazel eyes returning to normal and her breathing as laboured as ever, she slowly unclenched her fists and watched as he came back down. He was watching her just as intently and intensity of baby blues sent an involuntary shiver down her spine which did not go unnoticed.
"I still got it, huh?" He whispered as his breathing continued to heave.
"Seems like it." She responded with a laboured laugh as she released her hold of his ass – one of his better features. It was nearly a full minute before he pushed off and left her body, causing a silent protest within Kate which she didn't protest. Swinging his feet over the edge, he sat on the counter, his butt cold against the ceramic and pulled her up beside him. She swung her legs under the counter and held on to the edge with her fingertips, refusing to look at him. He tilted his head, waiting for her to speak and it was a long time before she did.
"Did you ever think about starting a family with me?" He didn't seem taken by surprise by this and he answered right away.
"All the time." She couldn't hide the smile that grew on her tired lips.
"You want to start now?" In response, he leaned over slightly to meet her in a kiss. Their eyes closed and their lips melded and the passion lasted a moment before she broke the kiss and looked straight into his eyes, never leaving them.
"I didn't mean right now." She smirked at his erection she caught out of the corner of her eye.
"Well there's no time like the present." His response seems so obvious and simple. With a scoff and a shake of her head, she rolled her eyes but stopped in mid-air.
"Castle," She spoke after a pause, glancing thoughtfully "how did my bra end up in the light fixture?" His eyes left hers to examine the fabric clinging to the edge of the light, still swaying inharmoniously and he smiled.
"I have no idea. I was otherwise occupied." She closed her eyes with a smile as she leaned her head against his shoulder, barely damp with sweat. They both sat admiring the bra for a long moment her legs swinging lazily as he supported their weight.
Oddly, the perfect moment, lasting an eternity before Rick leaned over to whisper.
"Welcome to the neighbourhood."
I'm considering continuing this story but I'd like to hear from you if I should. So... should I continue with this scene?