I am on a writing roll. Here is an M rated AU fanfiction that has Castle and Beckett already together. Beckett has definitely let down her hair and Castle is so enjoying it. It means a lot to me to know what you think. So, please click the link down there at the bottom and leave me a review, I would greatly appreciate it.
Disclaimer- Beckett would be wearing skimpy outfits for Castle all the time if I was writing the show, so obviously I am not. Nope not mine….
Chapter 1
"Have a great weekend, dear." Martha says to her son as she makes her grand exit from the loft, garment bag and carry-on in hand. "Goodbye Mother, break a leg." He kisses her cheek as she scoots out the door. Castle turns as he hears another set of footsteps running down the stairs and through the living room.
"Dad, I'm leaving. Paige and her family will be here to pick me up in a few minutes. I'm meeting them downstairs. I left the emergency numbers under the magnet on the fridge." Alexis grabs her bag, slings it over her shoulder and heads to the door. "Don't have too much fun, ok?" She rolls her eyes and giggles as she instructs her father.
"Get over here and give your old man a kiss. Don't do anything I wouldn't do…Oh wait. Just be good." Castle kisses the top of her head and smiles as she reaches for the door.
"If I'm lucky I'll talk Kate into coming over." He wiggles his eyebrows at her daughter and smiles. Alexis scrunches her face and stares at him in disbelief.
"Eeewww Dad, there are something's a girl doesn't need to know about her Dad and his relationship with a certain Detective." With that she sticks out her tongue at him and shuts the door behind her, escaping any further therapy inducing comments from her father.
Castle welcomes the sudden silence of the loft for about 15 seconds before his three-year-old tendencies take over.
Turning he heads to the sofa, and plops himself on the sofa, letting out a deep sigh. They barely left five minutes ago and the silence was already overbearing. His cell phone beeps with an incoming text message. He smiles when he recognizes the sender's name and reads the message.
"You want some company to watch the Yankees game? You provide the beer and peanuts, I'll bring the pizza?" he reads and a mischievous smile spreads across his face.
"You're on, and btw my Red Sox will so beat your Yankees Pinstripe ass." He responds knowing full well that'll rile her up.
"Care to make it interesting writer-boy?" she texts back.
"Only if sex is involved." He texts back as he chuckles at what she might respond.
"As if you need a bet to get that? Should I pack a bag for the weekend?"
" Unless, you are going to walk around here naked, I would suggest you do." He smirks as he types.
"You wish. See you in about an hour." Castle puts the cell phone in his pocket. He's thrilled Kate is spending the weekend at the loft. He loves having her here and wants her to feel at home. He lies down and closes his eyes as he waits for Kate to arrive. Castle drifts off to thoughts of naked Kate walking around in his loft.
Just over an hour later his phone beeps with an incoming text message again.
"Hey Castle, can park in the underground garage at your place today?" he reads. She usually doesn't ask to park down there unless she is thinking of leaving late at night and he doesn't like where this is going.
"Um, ok, but aren't you staying?" he sends back. He waits patiently, but never gets a response. He turns on the game and they are doing the team introductions. He sits to watch the festivities a little less excited than he was just 10 minutes ago.
He hears the ding of the elevator and waits patiently for her to knock on his door. It reminds him that she doesn't feel ready for everything he wants, as she refuses her own keys to the loft. She knocks on the door and he gets up to answer it with sad eyes and a pout already on his lips.
To say he is shocked at the vision before him is an understatement. There is Kate standing in the doorway, with a Yankees cap on her head, tendrils of wavy hair escape the confines of the cap and frame her face. She sports an Authentic Yankee pinstripe jersey with one too many buttons undone and revealing quite a bit of soft, sexy cleavage, baseball socks and sneakers. Behind her stands a very nervous young doorman, who's eyes try desperately to stay focused on Castle's face, and no where else, holding two pizza boxes and shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot.
She licks her lips and bites the bottom one before she smiles. His eyes are transfixed on those lips. "Hey Castle, you hungry?" She asks him in a low sultry voice. The poor doorman chokes behind her and Castle stares at him, with a smile on his face.
The doorman clears his throat and shoves the pizza boxes at Castle as he makes a hasty retreat. "Have a good night Mr. Castle, Ms Beckett." Turns and practically runs to the elevator. A blush creeps up her face. With no one else in the hall, Kate bends over and picks up her overnight bag from the floor, exposing enough of her upper thigh for Castle's heart to skip a beat.
She giggles as she hears the pizza boxes hit the floor and Castle gasp behind her. Kate walks by him and runs a finger across his collarbone, over his shoulder and around his back as she walks around him.
"What's wrong Castle? Cat got your tongue?" she says seductively. "I thought big sexy author like you must have seen plenty of girls in a baseball jersey?"
" Um….not "JUST" a jersey and nothing else, Kate. You probably made my doorman's day, take that back; year!" He is still staring at her, his eyes darkening as the shock of it is wearing off. A predatory look slowly creeps over his features. Castle picks up the pizza and throws it on the kitchen counter, food no longer on his mind.
Stalking his prey he rakes his eyes over her outfit. He licks his lips as he meets her eyes, and they're met with equal amounts of need and desire. Castle grasps her wrist and swings her onto his lap as she straddles his hips.
"Convenient position don't you think Castle? Though I can't see the game from here."
His hands wrap around her and knead her firm ass. He growls as her hands run through his hair and she mewls above him. One hand stays on her ass, as the other moves to her back, and pushes her closer to him. His tongue now exploring the cleavage exposed by her open jersey.
"Kate when did you put this outfit on?" he asks between licks and kisses to her chest. His fingers curl under the hem of her shirt, and find the curve of her unclad bottom. His eyes open wide as he realizes she either has on a thong or nothing at all.
"I came from my apartment in it, Castle. Left my apartment, walked to the car just outside, drove here and came upstairs. Turn you on writer-boy?" she whispers in his ear in a in a low throaty voice.
Castle growls and takes a nip at her chest. "That you were seen in this and it is only for me…yeah, turns me on. What man wouldn't be turned on, Kate?" He reaches up and unbuttons another button on her jersey while she isn't looking. His mouth trailing kisses across her breasts. His hands hungrily search every crevice of her body.
"Castle, please?" She wants him so badly. Since leaving her apartment she has been extremely turned on. She wants him over her, wants him between her legs, and wants to hear him moan her name.
There is a knock at the door, and Castle holds her tighter against his chest. The knock comes again, and she giggles in his arms. "Let them come back later, Kate." He moans into her neck.
"Come on Castle, it might be a delivery from your agent. Everyone else we know is busy, and the doorman already saw this outfit'" she says as she saunters to the door, looking over her shoulder with a wicked smile on her face.
Kate turns the knob and swings the door open. Standing at the door stand two stunned Detectives, holding a six-pack of beer and snacks. Ryan and Epo's mouths drop as their eyes scan the scantly clad Beckett in front of them, their eyes linger on her long slender legs and deep revealing cleavage displayed before them. Both stare longer than is definitely acceptable. Then look of horror flashes across their faces as their minds register that it's Beckett and their lives are now at stake.
Kate freezes at the door for what feels like an eternity, but is only a few seconds and slams the door promptly in their faces.
"Oh my God Castle! Its Ryan and Esposito and they just…." the bright flush covering her skin announces her embarrassment. "Look at me."
"Kate you look sexy as hell, I am sure they didn't see anything. They just have a good idea of what we were doing. Now let me open the door and you go put something on that is appropriate for the boys." Castle is trying to contain his laughter. He walks by her and gives her a light tap on her ass. She throws him a dirty look and rolls her eyes.
Kate grabs her bag and disappears into Castle's bedroom mumbling about the punishment she is going to dish if anyone mentions anything about her outfit to her.
Castle opens the door. Ryan and Esposito have not moved from their spot, their faces still in shock, eyes wide with the look of terror. Both men fear Beckett's wrath for the more than generous eyeful they got of her.
"We thought we would come over and watch the game with you, with Martha and Alexis gone for the weekend. It was a shame not to watch the game on your TV. We didn't think you would have company." Esposito said as he watches over Castle's shoulder for Beckett. "We can leave man, we value our lives."
"Are you boys going to just stand there, or are you going to come in?" Castle laughs at the sight before him. The boys still don't move, their mouths open and close numerous times.
"Did she bring her gun?" Esposito asks Castle seriously while looking towards the study door. Castle bursts into another fit of laughter. Kate comes out of the study moments later and spots Castle still standing at the door, his laughter reaches her ears.
As she walks towards the door she hears Ryan tell Castle. "If she brought her gun, she won't hesitate to use it on us, Castle. God man, she's Beckett, she's like a sister to us, but we're not blind…Damn that body's smokin' !" Esposito whistles to make his point.
"What was that you were saying Ryan, Espo?" Kate asks as she walks around Castle and faces the boys. She has buttoned up the jersey but has left it on, and thrown on a pair of skinny jeans.
"My guns in Castle's room right now, gentlemen. But don't worry boys I have something much better than a shooting planned if you ever mention today to anyone. Understand?" she stares at both men and then turns to Castle.
"You guys going to come in, or are you going to stand out there all day?" She grabs the beers in Esposito's hands and takes it into the kitchen.
The boys slap Castle's back as Esposito whispers to Castle, "You're one lucky man, dude." Castle smiles.
Ryan walks into the kitchen and hands Kate his six-pack and snacks. Kate grabs a couple of bowls and throws the chips, pretzels, and popcorn into them. Grabs four beers and puts it all on a tray and heads to the living room. She places it all on the coffee table, grabs a handful of popcorn a beer and sits across from the boys in the armchair.
Kate curls her feet under her and watches the game as she sips her beer. Thoughts of what she and Castle could have been doing right now send a chill through her body. She closes her eyes trying to calm her racing heart. None of this is lost on Castle, and his eyes search hers out, when they open. She smiles at him and blushes a little knowing full well he knew what she had been thinking. He smiles and gives her a little wink. They continue watching the game.
Two and a half hours later all four were perched on the edge of their seats on the sofa. It is the top of the 9th and Boston is at bat. Man on first and third with David "Papi" Ortiz up at bat. Yankees are up by two and Mariano Rivera is walking to the mound to close for the Yankees. First pitch is a ball just outside. Second pitch Ortiz swings and misses for a strike. Third pitch is a fastball straight down the middle, a pitch you never offer Big Papi. He swings makes contact and the ball heads for the outfield. Curtis Granderson makes a leaping grab for the last out. Yankees win 6-4.
Kate and the boys do high fives and cheer as Castle sits quietly.
"Oh come now Castle cheer up, you Red Sox fans should be used to losing to us by now." She teases him knowing it will get him going. She sticks her tongue out at him.
"I'll have you know the Red Sox have won more World Series in the last ten years than the Yankees!" Castle spits back with pride. "And don't stick it out unless you're going to use it."
"Oh yes, let's see how many World Series have the Yankees won as opposed to the Red Sox? What is it….hhhmmm….including 1918 that's 27 Yankees World Series wins to a mere 3 Red Sox wins? " Kate licks her finger and swipes an imaginary 1 into the air in front of her, then turns to him and gives him a less than subtle wink, as she licks her lips.
Castle still throws himself onto the sofa and mopes.
"Don't worry Castle, there's always hope for them next time." She laughs as she starts cleaning the bowls and beer bottles from the tables.
"Mom and Dad need some time alone, Ryan. Let's get going. Besides, Lanie will be looking for me soon, and I do not want to get that girl mad." Esposito grabs some more empties and brings them into the kitchen. On the way back he grabs their coats.
"Give the girls our regards," Castle says as the boys walk out to the hall and to the elevator. Ryan and Espo both texting their girl to let them know they were leaving Castle's and on the way.
"Hey Beckett don't do anything I wouldn't do." Esposito turns and gives her a wink as the elevator doors open.
"Boys you have no idea," she says seductively then turns towards Castle, wraps her leg around his, and bites his ear. The elevator doors close with the boy's mouths dropping open while staring dumbfounded at them.
"Kate that was mean." Castle says as he closes the door to the loft.
"Why? They're both going home to their women. Besides Castle, and I have some unfinished business with you, that I have to attend to, Castle." She bites the lobe of his ear and places wet opened mouthed kisses down his neck.
Sorry Yankees fans, being a Red Sox fan myself, one of them had to be on my team. Plus, we know Beckett love the Yankees. Yeah, I am being a big tease with my writing. Want the next chapter and the smut, then let me know. Maybe I will just hold it hostage. No worries, not my style, but would love a review. Still excited about Castle winning the PCA's they so deserve it! Wish they would come to a convention on the east coast!