Genre: Drama, Crime, Romance, Family, Humor
Rating: M for sexual situations and language
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters featured on the show Castle, they belong to the creator of the show, ABC, and the others who do own them.
A/N #1: Since this chapter is so short I'll post the next chapter in a few hours, so if anyone wants to read more look out of it then!
A/N #2: The title of this story is the title of an unreleased song by Paul McCartney. The title of this chapter is a lyric from the song Poison Arrow by the band ABC and Mark Lickley, from the band's album The Lexicon of Love.
To My Heart
A heavy, satisfied sigh filled the room and the woman said, "We are going to get into so much trouble."
"I told you we won't," the man with her on the mattress said. He turned onto his side and then kissed her tenderly before saying, "Come on you were okay coming here in the first place."
"No, you had to convince me," the woman replied before he was kissing at her bare shoulders. She sighed and said, "Okay, but we should go."
"Not yet," the man replied, cupping her breast. He kissed her on the lips and pulled away slowly before he laid her down.
The empty room became a witness to the pair's lovemaking for a second time before they were calming down after crying out to each other. Laying on their backs they both took in the work being done and the woman smiled before she spoke.
"You know… this room doesn't look too bad," she told her lover.
"Told you but really it's still down to the boards," the man replied with a smile. "It'll be better I bet once they finish."
"And the bed?" the woman asked.
"Mattress; told you I wanted to surprise you," the man replied. He sat up and said, "Where do you think this should go?"
"Over there, right by the window," the woman said after sitting up.
"Knew I could count on you," the man said. He started to lean over to her before they were jolted apart by a sound they couldn't place.
"Is that someone outside?" the woman asked her lover worriedly.
"Stay here," the man said with a frown, walking over to the window. He peered out on the beach and breathed when he saw what the source of the noise was. "It's just some kids," he told his lover. "I'll get them away from the house." He walked over to the next room; since there was no glass in the window frame there; and went up to space before yelling, "Get out of here! Those fireworks are illegal; I'll call the cops."
"Yeah right," one of the two boys said with firecrackers in their hands. "Cops can't get small ones."
"I'm getting my phone," the man said threateningly.
"Screw you," the other boy said scornfully. He lit the cherry bomb he had and threw it up at the blank window before he and his friend ran off.
"Fucking… jerks," the man swore as he'd had to run back into the room to keep from getting hit. He went back to the window to check and see if the two were gone and he breathed out in relief as the sand was clear before he started to run back to his lover, bare feet slapping on the floor below him.
The figure that came on him was only moments in reaching the man before the flash of the light was bright in the empty room and everything in the house was silent for some time.
"Babe?" the woman called as she looked at her watch she'd kept on during their lovemaking. She frowned when she realized it had been ten minutes since her lover had left her and she got up, pulling the sheet he'd set on the bed for some reason. "Are they gone? I heard that last firecracker and it scared me… You didn't leave me, did you?" she asked in annoyance.
Coming to the next room she saw a shadow on the gleaming white of the brand-new door and breathed out a sigh of relief before walking faster.
"They're not trying to hit the house are…" was all that came out of the woman's mouth before she discerned what the shadow was. Her lover was pinned to the door, the luminous silver of the knife sticking out of his chest surrounded by his blood as he looked down at the floor.
A scream echoed through the house and the woman was running, trying to reach outside and safety to find some kind of aid for her lover as she kept yelling, "Help! Someone help me please!"