Castle was exhausted. His meeting with Paula hadn't gone that well, and he ended up fighting with her for some meaningless reason he didn't even wanted to remember. He only wanted to get home. He opened his loft's door, just to find a strange quietness that usually wasn't there when Kate was at home.
'Honey I'm home!' He yelled, but he got no answer. Maybe she was taking a nap?
'Kate?' he insisted.
'Kate isn't here.'
What?
His mind didn't identify immediately to whom that voice belonged, but it sounded familiar. His heart started beating faster, as if something was wrong. He knew that voice had come from the study, so he walked there to see what was happening.
'But I am.'
He looked at her, confused with the whole situation. Kate had a bodycon black dress on, tight enough to show off her curves in a manner that he was already getting hard from looking at her, with a cleavage that revealed just a hint of the corset under it, , and a pair of red pumps, matching the color of her lipstick.
'And who exactly are you?'
'I'm Detective Heat, but you can call me Nikki. You're Rook, right?' She walked towards him, who was mesmerized at the vision. How could he not have thought about this sooner?
'Oh, hello Detective. I've always thought you were just a figment of my imagination' he answered, taking her hand and being led to the kitchen by a pair of swinging hips that were turning him on.
'Well, if I was, would I be able to do this?' Closing up the distance between them, and making Castle hit the kitchen isle; she took his hands and put them on her ass, embraced his neck and kissed him.
'Probably not.' was the only thing he was capable of saying after the kiss ended. She smirked at him, knowing exactly what moves she had to make to drive this man insane. Her man.
Reaching for the salt, she put a little on her hand and did the same to Castle, which was still looking at her in disbelief. She freed herself from his arms and made him turn around, just to see his shot glasses on the table, filled with tequila, and a little container with lemon next to them.
'Really, Kate?' he laughed at her
'I've told you Kate isn't here. I'm Nikki. Cheers!' Kate liked her hand, took a shot and bit the lemon, never ceasing the eye contact. She noticed he hadn't moved, though.
'What, Rook? Are you afraid?'
'Well Lanie did say you could take me in a drinking contest.' She smiled. Sometimes it seemed like he had all of their dialogues written down just to re-read them later.
'And I said I didn't need to drink to take you.' Little bit more salt, one more shot, and another bite in the lemon. This one she felt burning down her throat, but she liked the sensation.
'Are you going to make me drink the whole bottle by myself? Or are you going to join me?'
He honestly considered letting her get drunk alone, because he had seen her drunk and he knew how much fun she was. But then he remembered that being the only sober one wasn't much fun. So he drank it with her, between laughter and silliness, kisses and hugs, teasing and games.
Before he noticed, they had moved from the kitchen to the living room. She was right; the couch was much more comfortable than the kitchen counter. Poking him on the shoulders, Kate made him lay down on the couch, opening her legs and placing her knees on each side of his body. Her dress was already coming up, and his hands not leaving her body weren't helping it stay down. Castle lift it up once and for all, throwing it somewhere on his living room. Then he stopped, looking at her with his eyes full of lust, unable to think what to do next. Kate, having the day off and knowing he wasn't going to be home, decided to do a little shopping, and the outcome was now in front of him. Her lace corset wasn't something she'd wear every day, but she sure liked to use it once in a while to feel sexy, and to see the look on Castle's face was priceless. His hands traveled through her waist, following her natural figure. He lift his upper body, his face now buried between her breasts, caressing them, while his mouth kissed her scar carefully.
'C'mon Rook, rip my bodice.'