This story is strictely 18+.
You can read it in 3 ways:
1) Like it is an independent story;
2) Like a sequel to "Heat" (my other fic);
or
3) Like an unwriten scene from "Always" (of chapter 18, you'll know how to find it);
"Heat" is the sex scene from chapter 10 of "Always", and this story is a consequence of that night.
This fic will have at most 5 chapters and I'll try to upload every friday.
"Heat" was all about wild sex and Kate's cravings...
"Delight" is about Rick's cravings... how he'll teach her how to make love.
A/N: English is not my first language so I'm aware the writing's not perfect. Still, I'm working on it. I think it's at least readable. Feel free to review, it really helps. And it's nice...
Disclaimer: If I owned Castle I wouldn't be here writing about it. I'd just film it.
I hate talking so much, so I won't do it very often and this much.
Enjoy your reading!
"Hi… still up?"
"Yeah… I was waiting for you."
"Oun…" she kissed him "So… you went home?"
"Actually, I did. Mother was there…"
"Did you two talk?"
"No… It was a bit crowdie."
"What you mean?"
"She was throwing a party…"
"Oh"
"How was with Lanie?"
"I think we're fine"
"Good." He smiled.
"So... what did you do tonight by yourself?"
"Well… I was looking through your books… to see if I could find something to read…"
"Did you?"
"I did find something… but not to read."
"What?" She was apprehensive.
"I thought you were a fan."
"I was-am!"
"I found all of my books in your shelf, but two..."
"Oh…" She knew what he was talking about, but decided to play dumb. "Really? That's strange…"
"Uh-huh… don't you wanna know which ones?"
"I… uh… yes, sure."
"I think you already know. The first and the last Derrick Storm's books."
"Well… I do have them."
"Yeah… I gave you a signed copy of the last one… and I couldn't find it. And you wouldn't have all of them and don't have the first one, so I went looking for it."
"Wasn't in the bathroom?" Still playing dumb.
"Nope."
"And…" she cleared her throat "did you find them?"
"Yes, I did."
"Oh."
"Why didn't you tell me that?"
"What?"
"We've met before!"
"We didn't meet before, Castle… I stood in the line to get my book signed. That was it. You signed it and I took off."
"Yeah… the thing is... I remember you."
"Castle, come on. That's impossible. I stood in that line for one hour. There were hundreds of women there. Years ago. Many, many years ago."
"'To Katie, don't keep that gorgeous smile from the world. Rick Castle'" She said it with him.
"I asked you for a smile. And you gave me your smile."
"You do remember…" she was shocked.
"You looked sad. Like really sad. You kept you hair longer than when I met you, I mean, re-met you."
"It was three years after my mother's murder. I was trying to move on yet…" She started biting her nails.
"So… how much of a fan are you really?"
"Number 1, I guess." She smiled.
"And you didn't tell me that because…?"
"You're kidding, right? You were telling me how to do my job and I was supposed to say I was your biggest fan, that I totally had a crush on you since the first book I read because it was the only thing that helped me deal with my mother's murder?"
"I-I… uh… tha-that. Or you know… you should let me find out on my own that you keep the signed books hidden in your closet."
"You went through my closet?"
"I wasn't snooping around, I swear! I was-"
She marched to her closed and opened the door.
"Your stuff. Why is your stuff in my closet?" She looked around "Did you clean up and fold my clothes?"
"I did so I could make room for my stuff!"
"You're moving in?"
"If you didn't notice, I moved in with you a week ago."
"Sorry… it was hard to distinguish you from the couch."
"Haha… funny."
"You moved in, like, moved in?"
"Is that a problem? It's not that I don't live at the loft anymore… I just… don't wanna be there all alone."
"Actually… no. I'm… happy." She couldn't believe how she felt about it. "What about the loft?"
"Well… it comes with a price. My mother. The highest price on Earth, if I may say so."
"Uh… you're welcome to stay as long as you want, Rick…"
He kissed her and she kissed him back.
"Oh… I forgot to mention… What happened to your Heat Wave?"
She knew exactly what he meant.
"I don't know what you're talking about…"
"Really… It seems like if it's been read a hundred times. Probably more. Specially from the page 100"
She took a deep breath. She knew this time would come.
"Maybe I did read that part more than 100 times…"
"I keep wondering why…" He had a smirk on his face.
"You're a Detective now, Castle… figure it out."
She needed a distraction… he'd buzz her over this until... forever.
She unbuttoned the first 3 buttons of her shirt, took a pen from the bedside table, bit her lip and looked him right in the eyes.
He forgot what he was talking about.
She asked him using a husky voice "I'm your biggest fan, Ricky... Would you sign my chest?"
"It's Detective Ricky for you" said he while taking the pen from her hand.
He signed "To Katie, Always. Love, Ricky"
He kissed her passionately.
His eyes were darker, filled with lust.
She never saw his eyes like that.
Not even that night… when they had sex.
Wild sex.
She felt a chill running through her body when she saw her signed chest in the mirror.
He came from behind her, admiring her figure.
He, then, passed his arms around her from behind and finished unbuttoning her shirt watching her through the mirror.
He approached her nape and smelled her hair.
He felt her body tremble as his hands touched her shoulders to slide down her shirt.
His touch was so delicate, like if she was made of crystal.
"Rick, I-"
"Kate" his voice was serious "Tonight I'm gonna love you."
He kissed the spot just below her ear and traced a line of kisses to her shoulder.
Now she was scared.
Sex? Fine, that she could handle.
Make love? Nope, she never did it.
She couldn't move. Butterflies were dancing all over her stomach.
She was eager for his touch.
She was curious about how it would be like.
She was afraid she'd like it.
She didn't know what to do.
She felt like it was her first time all over again.
She was so scared but it felt so good.
Her fingers were tracing his autograph.
She smiled.
He smiled from behind her and unclasped her bra the same way he did it to her shirt.
"You'll become undone before me so many times that you won't be able to put yourself together again" he glued his mouth to her left ear and cupped her breasts whispering "And you'll beg me to stop pleasing you, but I won't. And tomorrow…" One of his hands slid to her pussy over her jeans and pressed it hard "tomorrow you'll beg me to do it all over again".
Her entire body shivered.
She closed her eyes.
She never let any man overpower her like he was doing now.
She didn't have any will to take it from him either.
"I'm claiming your body as mine starting today" he flipped her jeans' button open "and when I don't do that, you'll come after me to give yourself to me"
Her eyes widened.
"It's not a threat, it's a promise" he reassured her.
She closed her eyes as his fingers caressed her nipples.
His hands went back to her jeans.
Watching themselves through the mirror as he opened her zipper and slipped his right hand under her panties.
He groaned. He wasn't made of steel after all.
"Oh Fuck" she mumbled.
"You're so fucking wet" He whispered by her ear, more as a moan than a tease.
His fingers were caressing her folds avoiding the major spots.
She wasn't sure if she was allowed to talk.
"Like it?" she was going for sex.
"Uh… no no no no!" his hand's heels pressed her clit "Tonight you're making love to me"
She gasped for air "Oh my gosh… so good" she bit her bottom lip.
He circled her clit using his index finger causing her breathing to become heavy and short.
She was beyond ready and he knew it.
"But in order to do that, you have to learn how to give yourself away" He thrust one finger inside her "To me. Over and over again till you're desperate to claim my body as well"
His finger started moving.
His voice was so sure of itself... "You'll want me, Kate, but 'til I'm done with you, you won't have me."
Her butt was teasing him rubbing his cock over his jeans' fabric.
"Talk to me, Kate… let me know what you want" He thrust another finger.
Her head fell back on his shoulder as her body felt the tension building.
It was like when she masturbated herself, but his hand was bigger, his fingers were longer and thicker. And it was him. She didn't need to think about him this time.
Her mouth fell open as her tongue traced her lips. Her moans were guttural.
His fingers played inside her pussy. It was so slippery and hot.
Damn, that woman was hot inside and out.
All he could think was to get inside of her, but he knew it wasn't time yet.
Not just yet.
"Harder" She gasped.
He happily obeyed aplying more force to his hand's heels increasing the friction on her clit.
His mouth was aching to suck her nipples, but he couldn't.
He was watching her.
Instinctively one of her hands went looking for his throbbing member and grabbed it before he could realize what she was doing.
Her grip was tight and it made him thrust her hand.
"Faster, Rick… fas-" it was all she could manage.
Her nipples' tips were erect and demanding his touch. He, so, flipped each tip at a time, slightly squeezing them between his fingertips as his mouth left hickeys on her neck.
Her other hand searched for his and rested on it increasing the pressure over her clit trying to get more speed.
"Impatient, aren't we?" He chuckled when he heard a whimper scape from her mouth.
He pressed down her clit clit hard and held her in place watching the pain go away and the pleasure take place.
He was delighted seeing her entire body squirm under his touch through the mirror.
As his thrusts became faster, her hand left his cock to look for his nape, hugging him behind her.
Her legs desperately wanted to be lifted so they could open wide to his touch.
He let her hand slip under his to play with her clit.
She was close.
Her pupils were fully dilated and her cheeks were burning hot.
He embraced her just below her breasts and pressed her hand down on herself.
His grip was tight; he was almost holding her by it.
As much as he loved to see her hands playing with her nipples and her clit, it was his game, and so he should lead.
He removed her hands and chuckled hearing her whimpers.
"Rick, I'm close" she looked him in the eyes through the mirror "so very, very close".
She loved to see his body all over her.
Masturbate herself wouldn't be happening again. How could she compete with his hands? His touch... "Damn, Rick!"
He played with her nipples again as his hips thrust her butt and his hand went faster and faster with each thrust.
She grabbed his hair behind his head and pulled it hard as she announced "I'm com-" her eyes rolled up in pleasure as she lifted her legs from the ground being held only by his hand.
"Yeah, Kate… Come for me"
Her wieght caused his hand's heels to press her clit even harder while she was coming.
He rubbed his hand's heels on her clit to intensify her pleasure and in that moment she wished she was heavier. Way heavier.
"Rick" she whispered between her teeth.
That kind of pain she simply loved.
He saw her body give in, her mouth desperate to taste his kissing the air frustrated.
She wasn't that heavy, but his hand was already working hard and when she dropped her weight on it… well… he groaned too.
Her inner walls were clamping his fingers and a large dose of lube came with her orgasm on his fingers. His hand was soaked.
His erection was hurting him: he needed to at least get his jeans off or open the zipper. He couldn't though. She was so damn hot, and wet… and pulsating.
He didn't want to let her go while she was still pulsating.
"She'll do it all night" He thought to himself trying to get some comfort for slowly slipping his fingers out.
Her eyes met his again through the mirror.
He smelled his fingers and closed his eyes and then he moaned as he opened his eyes again "You taste like-" just so he could see her face when he licked his fingers "Mine".
He took a good look at her through the mirror before carrying her to her bed.
So... what did you think?