Hot sex and not too much else.
I like the idea of Beckett in control, and much wilder than Castle in bed. Also its rare that people in ff make a point to make their characters practice safe sex, but its important so I included it!
I obvi own nothing
Castle had never seen Kate Beckett drunk. They had been together for three months. Sure, she had the occasional glass of wine at dinner, and would indulge in a whiskey after a hard case. But he had never seen her glassy-eyed speech-slurred flat out hammered. That was going to change tonight.
"Rick! We are gonna be late!" He spritzed cologne on, shot himself a winning smile in the mirror, and walked into the kitchen. "Listen doll it takes a very precise routine to look this unbelievably goo-" he started, rounding the corner. But as soon as he saw Kate his speech stopped and his jaw dropped. Kate was wearing a deep blue dress, made of satin, hugging her breasts and stomach, fluttering slightly around her thighs. Creme colored heels brought out the tan in her toned legs. Her almond hair fell around her shoulders, perfectly framing her face and smirking red lips. "I take it you approve?" Castle swallowed, nodding. He strode over to her and ran the end of the fabric through his fingers, placing a kiss on her shoulder. "You sure you want to go? We can just stay here if you want" he whispered, voice husky. She laughed, dropping a kiss on his bent head. "Come on Castle! How often do I get a whole weekend off? I want my award winning author boyfriend to take me to the hottest Hampton club". She said the last words with a joke in her voice, mimicking the PR agent who met with Castle yesterday. He laughed, straightening up. "Good point dear." Kate grabbed her clutch and Castle followed her out the door, appreciating the view as he went.
The club was popular, just written up in the New York Times style section. Wealthy botoxed divorcees, young metrosexual real estate brokers, and hipsters from the city all mingled in the Versailles styled rooms. Castle gave his name to the bouncer and guided Kate through the doors. It was crowded and loud, french hip hop blaring from the dj booth, lights flashing, people bumping into one another. Castle studied Kate's face, worried she might get overwhelmed. Instead, a slow grin spread over her face. "Buy me a shot Castle" she exclaimed, "I want to dance!"
Two hours and five shots later Kate was drunk. They danced. Kate with her hair stuck to the nape of her neck, lipstick faded, sang along to the song playing, despite not knowing any of the words. Castle's shirt had gotten unbuttoned and he was rambling about a new book idea. They had been like this for about ten minutes when a song came on with a heavy bass beat. Kate smiled and started moving her hips to the rhythm. Castle smiled too, sensing her renewed energy. He placed his hands on her hips, and she shimmied closer to him, her hips meeting his each time the beat thumped. She ran a hand through her hair, shaking it off her face and Castle's hands tightened. She snaked her arms around his neck, pulling her body flush against his. They continued moving to the music, faces inches apart. Kate's breathing quickened as Castle's hand brushed against her butt. "Castle" Kate whispered, alcohol on her breath. He hummed in response, caught up in their languid movements. Kate's right hand slid down from his neck, her fingers following the 'V' of his exposed shirt. "Castle" Kate said again. She tilted her head up, and her eyes, sparking, met his. "Fuck me".