A/N: Happy Easter/Spring Break everyone!

This is a birthday gift for a very special friend. We met through FFnet a couple of years ago and she became my new little sister. She has this naughty mind sometimes, so I hope she enjoys this story :P I wish I could give you something more than a simple story, but this is the best thing I can do right now. I love you to pieces, baby sis. Happy birthday!

DISCLAIMER: Castle (tv show) is not mine, neither are Castle or Beckett or any of the characters in this story, except the creepy guy and his friend. Those are mine. Cool huh?

Light My Fire

They arrived at the club in a cab, both of them dressed to kill, wearing short sexy dresses and never ending heels on their feet.

Lanie was exulting. She had been begging Kate for a girls-night-out for months, and at last, after practically having to fall to her knees the day before at the morgue, the detective had agreed on going out with her.

The place was brand new; a dark, loud and crowded club with elaborate cocktails and semi-naked barmen and women enlivening the fantasy of the night. It was just the perfect excuse to let off some steam.

"I can't believe I've let you drag me here, Lanie. I have better things to do on a Friday night." Beckett huffed, as they tried to push through the sea of people packing the place.

"Yeah, sure. Doing laundry is such a much better plan, Kate." Lanie shot back, rolling her eyes at her friend and pushing her forwards. "Now shut up and find the bar. What you need right now is a drink."

A couple of margaritas later, the two women were sitting in a booth, chatting animatedly.

Lanie picked up her drink from the table and sipped on her straw, looking at Kate under her eyelashes. "Admit it. You needed this as much as I did." She said smugly, observing the detective at the other side of the booth.

Beckett smiled and nodded. "Yeah. You were right, Lanie. It was not such a bad idea after all."

"'Course not, girl! You know I'm always right."

They both laughed at Lanie's remark and looked around the place, admiring the dark but elegant decor. There had to be hundreds of people in here.

Kate sighed and nodded towards a guy that had just waved at her from the bar, wincing at her friend. "Ugh. Why do I always have to attract the creepy ones?"

The ME frowned. "That's not true, Kate!" Lanie scolded, putting her glass back down on the table. "And you have a long list of pretty nice guys to prove you wrong."

"Ha!" The detective laughed. "Give me names, doctor Parish." She challenged , her eyes narrowed and daring. "You are going to have to prove that."

Lanie took another sip from her drink and smirked. "Writerboy, for instance."

Kate coughed, spitting her margarita all over the place. "That's you proving me wrong?" She asked amused, cleaning up with a napkin. "Castle is the creepiest one! He's annoying, childish, he stares, which is very disturbing, by the way, and he used his friendship with the mayor to follow me around, not to mention that he poked his nose into my mom's case without my consent." She paused, taking a second to lean closer to her friend to emphasize her words. "Seriously, Lanie, if it weren't because I have to put up with him, I would be reporting him for harassment."

The ME laughed at her friend's speech and nodded mockingly, rolling her eyes at her. "Sure, Kate. You keep telling yourself that."

"Well, it's the truth."

Lanie arched an eyebrow at her. "How long have I known you, girl?" She asked. "I know your tell. You're hot for the guy."

Kate gasped and put her drink on the table, making the liquid splash in every direction. "I AM NOT!"

Lanie snorted and turned to look at the dance floor, ignoring Kate's insulted expression.

"Lanie, I am not."

"Uh huh. Sure. Whatever you say, Kate."

They went down to the dance floor after finishing their third drink.

The buzz of the alcohol was burning through Kate's veins and she felt free, uninhibited and, to her dismay, extremely horny. The need to touch and be touched was driving her insane, making her body sway and writhe to the punching rhythm of the music, trying to get rid of all that pent up frustration.

They guy that waved at her before, was now dancing a few feet away from them, giving her suggestive glances and trying to get closer in a not so subtle way, flanked by a couple of friends.

"The guy is insistent." Lanie observed, when Kate replied with a wave to one of the man's overbold looks. "We have to give him that."

The detective nodded and bit her lip. "Maybe, but I still find him kinda creepy…"

Lanie laughed loudly, grabbing Kate's hand and dragging her towards the bar. "I think you're just not drunk enough. Let's do some shots. Maybe you'll even find him appealing after a couple of them."

"Yeah…" Kate sighed, pushing down the unexpected wave of guilt that washed through her.

Three rounds of shots later, the 'creepy' guy and one of his friends had joined Kate and Lanie at the bar, offering to buy them another drink.

"Come on girls!" 'Creepy's' friend encouraged. "The night's young. We can still have a lot of fun."

Kate smirked at the way his hands were locked around Lanie's waist. She knew what his idea of fun was.

'Creepy', whose name had turned out to be Dennis, was right behind Kate, his body close enough to let her feel his warmth, but not yet touching her. The guy knew who he was dealing with. If he had dared to put a hand on her, like his friend was doing with Lanie, he would have lost said extremity in a second. Well played, creepy guy.

After ordering their drinks and chatting for a while, Lanie and her new friend left for dance floor for some hot and not so subtle canoodling, leaving Kate and Mr. Creepy alone.

"So, you don't wanna dance, Kate?" Dennis asked, leaning on the bar and into her. "Your friend seems to be having a good time."

"Yeah. She loves dancing." She curtly replied.

The guy smiled and brushed a strand of rebel hair behind her ear. "And you don't?"

Kate, surprised by the absence of the need to kill the guy for touching her, just nodded, more than a little confused. Was she so in needed of physical contact? For God's sake! She didn't even like the guy.

Sure he was dark and strong, and his hair fell above his eyes, giving him a childish look of sorts. And he was big. Like, tall, wide and muscular big; the kind that made her feel tiny and awoke in her the familiar need to overpower that enormous mass of a body. And he had big hands. No, scratch that. He had huge hands. Long, thick fingers that made her mouth water just thinking about the things they could do to her. Hmm, yeah. But that was not going to happen. Nope. No way.

"Kate?" She heard her name in the distance, not really connecting the voice with the man in front of her.

Her mind was racing and her heart was pounding and her blood was boiling inside of her. So, she didn't think. She put her glass on the bar and threw herself at poor ol' creepy guy, who was just fast enough to react and keep them standing, when she tackled him full force.

Mmm. Too much teeth. She thought, as he pushed her against the stall door and crept his hands under her dress.

She had started the whole thing, but now that it was really happening, it felt all wrong. His hands were too big, and they were not soft or caring, he wasn't gentle at all. His movements were frantic and too harsh, and all she could think about while he stuck his tongue down her throat was, what the hell am I doing?

Dennis pulled the straps of her dress down, baring her chest and sucking hungrily on her nipples. "Fuck, you're so hot." He groaned against her breast, the stubble on his chin rasping her skin and making her shudder, but not in a good way.

Her head told her that it wasn't right, but her body couldn't help reacting to his touch. It was like an inner war that reason had lost before it even began.

It had been too long since she had had anybody touching her like that, and her body was craving it: The intimate touch and the absolute bliss of relief.

'Creepy' guy inserted his thigh between her legs and she sank onto it, rolling her hips rhythmically.

It was all kinds of wrong, but it felt so right, and she was getting so close…

"Mmmm. Oh yeah, Castle."

Dennis stopped kissing her and stilled her searching hands right when she was about to start dealing with his belt buckle. "What?" She asked confused.

The guy frowned and shook his head, dismissing his sudden interruption and latching on her breast once again, drawing a deep moan from Kate.

She kept rocking against the hard support of his thigh, trying to keep her moaning at bay so they were not busted. Not that having sex in a club stall was anything out of the normal, but there was no need to trumpet it around.

This was not something she was going to be exactly proud about in the morning, when the alcohol was gone out of her system and she was thinking straight again, but for now, Dennis lips on her neck and the friction his lean leg was providing right where she wanted it, were more than enough to make her forget about anything else but release.

He moved his leg farther between hers, propping her higher and pressing hard against her center. "Oh, Castle." She moaned. "So good."

"Who the hell is Castle?"

She heard the annoyed tone of his voice and opened her eyes more than a little confused. "What?" She asked.

"Castle." Dennis barked. "You keep saying that name."

The man ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "Look, I know this is just some meaningless fuck in a club, but it's kind of discouraging when you keep saying another guy's name in my ear, you know?"

Kate closed her eyes and pushed Dennis away, hard. It was not his fault, she knew that, but the overwhelming wave of nausea hit her so hard that she felt like she was suffocating. She needed to get out of there.

"Hey! What the h-…" He blurted, right before Kate sneaked behind him and ran out of the bathroom, leaving him there, with his pants halfway down and a painful hard on. "Fucking bitch…"

She found Lanie at their booth, hooked to Dennis' friend's mouth, her hands grabbing the guy's ass possessively as he sank his in her hair. Apparently, unlike Kate, her friend was not having second thoughts about how her night was going to end.

The detective moved closer to the couple and pulled on Lanie's elbow to make her unlatch from her pick up long enough for her to say goodbye.

"Hey, Lanie. I'm leaving." She said, putting on her coat and grabbing her purse from the chair. "I'll call you tomorrow, ok?"

The ME smirked and pulled her closer by the wrist. "You taking Dennis home? Wow! I'm proud of you, girl!"

Kate sighed and shook her head guiltily. "I couldn't do it." She said, her eyes scrutinizing the condensation circles on the table. "I'm ruined, Lanie. Castle has ruined me."

Lanie pushed her man aside and sat straighter to talk to her friend. "Look, Kate, I know you hate being told what to do, but I think it's about time that you go talk to writer boy and set things straight between you two." She took Kate's hand in hers and squeezed. "Two things can happen, sweetie, either you jump the man and fuck his brains out for once and for all, or you clear it all out, get him out of your head, and then, at least you'll be able to have some fun with other men."

Kate scrunched her nose and sighed loudly, startling on a jump when she glimpsed Dennis getting closer to their table. "I gotta go." She blurted on a rush, pulling her hand from Lanie's grasp. "Tell Dennis I'm sorry."

"What?" Lanie enquired with a grimace.

Ten seconds later, she had a very pissed Dennis sitting between her and her man, ranting about his truncated sexual encounter in the restrooms.

TBC

I hope you enjoyed the ride. More to come soon ;) Let me know what you think.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY M! :D 3