I wrote this one when I was supposed to be studying for a test, so I can understand how easily it is to get Detective Beckett under your skin. But yeah, it's not great, pretty OOC, but what the hey, it's smut, hopefully it's sexy and a little bit of fun.
Reviews are much appreciated, happy reading!
Love and kisses! x
Castle sat unhappily in one of the interrogation rooms of the precinct, laptop perched on the edge of the desk. He had taken the day off to try and get his next chapter churned out before the deadline, and had escaped the loft due to the fact his mother's class were practicing Shakespeare's tragic tale, Romeo and Juliet, rather loudly and well...tragically.
So he had brought his work with him and hoped he could get some work done. Yet instead of writing about how Nikki and Rook were going to break out of the locked cupboard they were in, all he could focus on was Beckett.
He could see her filling in paperwork at her desk from his seat. Her brow was slightly furrowed as she concentrated on the task at hand, and every now and then she would bite her bottom lip or twirl a strand of hair subconsciously.
He shook his head to try and rid himself of the thoughts he began having. Thoughts of seductive kisses, deep, throaty whispers and warm, erotic touches in a dark closet somewhere...
He sat up suddenly, cursing himself silently as he ripped his eyes away from his partner. That's all she was, he told himself angrily. She was his partner, not his lover. He had to stop thinking about her like that.
A few minutes later, he was still staring blankly at his screen, and his thoughts were back on the gorgeous detective that sat in the other room. Thoughts that were making his head pound and his face flush slightly.
Suddenly an idea popped up in his head. He had his laptop...he could always write it out of his system. Perhaps Nikki and Rook could take advantage of the close proximity that their predicament provided them with...
"Castle, don't be an idiot," he cursed silently to himself. There was no way he could write such a scene with his muse sitting in the very next room, at the Precinct, of all places!
Yet a few minutes later, his fingers were flying across the keyboard, the story unfolding and blossoming like a flower as the thoughts came readily to him.
"Does the door unlock from the inside?" Nikki asked, her voice betraying her panic somewhat.
Rook felt along the inside of the door, pressing his fingers every inch of the wood. He could feel Nikki's breath on his neck, the confined space of the cupboard leaving them with only centimeters between them.
"Nope, doesn't look like it. It's a pretty old cupboard; can we break open the door without tipping it over?" He said, trying to ignore the warmth her body was producing, and the feelings it ignited deep within his chest.
Nikki sighed, the movement making her chest brush against his back, making his heart race and his teeth clench. Being aroused was the last thing he should be feeling.
"I don't think so, it's not secured to the ground. Besides, if we tip it over, then we're really stuck. I think I'd rather be standing than lying anyway." She said softly, and he knew exactly what she was thinking.
"Nikki, it wasn't your fault. They had guns pointed at our heads, we had no choice. The guys will be here in a while once they realize we haven't come back, and then it'll be okay. At least we know who murdered Jessica," he said softly. He began to turn around, so that he wasn't talking to the door.
"Yeah well it shouldn't have happened. I should have been more aware. It's just embarrassing. The guys are never going to let me live this one down," she said, letting a slight laugh leave her lips.
"Rook, what are you doing?" She said after a moment, as he stumbled around slightly in the dark.
"Well I feel a bit strange addressing the door, so I'm turning around," he said, and finally managed to turn around. He could barely make out her face in the darkness, but he could feel her closeness and felt his arousal grow.
After a short internal battle to try and cool his blood, she finally spoke.
"What's wrong Rook, it's unlike you to be quiet. Don't tell me that you're claustrophobic and I never knew?" She joked, her throaty laugh and flirty tone doing nothing to help his current situation.
He cleared his throat and prayed for a moment. "No, erm, I'm not claustrophobic."
She instantly picked up the deepness of his voice and the awkwardness of his comment. The air between them became electric, the sound of their breathing becoming the only sound to be heard in the darkness.
"Nikki," he said quietly, his voice rumbling in his chest. At the sound of her name leaving his lips, she moved her hand upwards, finding the warm expanse of his chest and running her fingers down it.
"God Rook, you really have a knack to finding the most inappropriate time," she whispered, but her reprimanding tone failed as the barely concealed lust made her voice low and warm, washing over him and making his heart beat faster.
He closed the tiny gap between them, pressing his body flush against hers. The air left her lips in a slight gasp as his warm hands sought out her hips and his lips found hers.
Their tongues danced intricately as the heat in the cupboard rose instantly.
"We can't Rook, the guys..." She moaned halfheartedly as his nimble fingers found the zipper of her jeans and began to pull at it.
"The guys probably haven't even realized we're missing yet. Besides, do you really think we can wait in here, in the darkness, in this state? I don't think I could resist it, do you?" His voice was husky and breathless, and he ground his hips into hers, his hardness emphasizing his point.
All she had to reply with was a moan, as he finally slid his hand into her jeans, delving down inside her panties to find her...
"Castle!" Beckett's voice echoed around the empty room, and he broke out of his fevered writing with a loud, unmanly yelp.
She frowned slightly, a suspicious look on her face. He tried to look cool, glad there was a table above his nether regions to conceal the raging effects his own creation was having on him. The fact that the woman he was writing about was only a mere shadow of the one standing in front of him certainly wasn't helping.
"What are you up to?" She said with a smirk. "It seems that you're quite engrossed..."
He stammered wildly as she began to walk towards him, hips swaying. "Erm, nothing much, just hit with some inspiration, that's all. Nothing incredible by any stretch of the imagination."
"Well I've never seen you write before," she said slyly, reaching his shoulder. He tried to shut his laptop but not before she could dart out and hold it open.
He held his breath as he felt her breath tickle his neck, her breasts just touching his back as she leant over him. His story burst into his mind and he winced at the sudden loss of blood from his head to other parts of his body.
He gulped, trying to pry it away subtly as she read. He knew he had to act fast; she was a very good skim reader. "Uh, Beckett I don't let anyone read it before..."
"Castle!" She said shrilly, and he knew she had read enough to get the general gist of what he was writing. She smacked him hard on the shoulder and he winced. "Inspiration huh? At the precinct, really?"
She had pulled away, and folded her arms across her chest. He felt his stomach turn unpleasantly, regretting everything.
He snuck a look at her and was surprised; though her body language read defensive, he saw some rather surprising things. Her face was flushed red, her lips slightly parted. Her chest was rising and falling rather rapidly and her pupils were dilated.
He grinned wickedly to himself, yet kept his poker face intact. He closed the laptop quickly, and carefully slid out of his seat and ducked to the door. He shut it and locked it, taking a quick look outside to make sure there was no one around.
"Well Detective, if I didn't know any better," he said innocently, turning around and walking slowly toward her, "I'd say that you enjoyed reading that."
Her mouth fell open in surprise, her eyebrows shooting up as she stepped back slightly.
"Castle, I don't..." she began, but as he got closer to her, her voice began to fail.
"I think that it excites you, knowing that I'm sitting here, writing about you," he whispered, invading her personal space and feeling a surge of satisfaction and arousal when she didn't pull away.
"Do you want me to tell you what Nikki and Rook were doing? Shall I update you on their latest adventures?" He said wickedly, leaning forward to whisper into her ear. She was basically pressed up against the wall, her breathing shallow, her eyelids heavy.
"No Castle, don't be stupid," she said, her voice barely a whisper, "I'm not Nikki, and you're not Rook."
"Oh Kate, you know as well as I do that I was sitting here, writing those scenes with you in mind. How could I not, with you sitting in perfect view, filling every corner of my mind."
Her hands dropped down, pressing her palms against the wall as he put his hands on the wall on either side of her body, trapping her. He lowered his lips to her ear, brushing them against her slightly when he continued.
"Do you want me to tell you exactly what they were doing? Would you like that Kate?"
She let out a soft puff of air and with a thrill of excitement he heard her whisper in a voice so low that he almost missed it.
"Please, Rick."
"They've been locked in a cupboard, they were held at gunpoint and pushed in. The boys don't know they're there yet, and it might be a while until they do." He starts, his lips mere millimeters from touching her ear.
"It's dark, it's cramped, and they barely have any room to move. Rook manages to turn around so that they're so close to touching, but there is still a small distance between them. And suddenly, Nikki realizes that he's not handling their close proximity very well."
Her whole body was trembling, her chest rising and falling quickly as she took in his words.
"He's not?" She breathes, her eyes flicking open to meet his. His heart almost stops as he sees all of her lust, passion and desire positively smoldering in the depths of them. Her eyes then dart down to see him straining in his own pants and her eyelids flutter.
"No, he's not. Can you really blame him though? I mean, she's the most beautiful woman he's ever met. It's hard not to notice her." Her heart is hammering madly in her chest as she searches his eyes, and he knows that she understands his message.
"Then, he closes the gap between them, and she can feel him pressing against her," he says, his eyes twinkling brilliantly as he debates whether or not to do the same.
"Like this?" She says breathily, and to his surprise she presses her entire body against his, making his pants feel even tighter and more uncomfortable.
"Yeah, exactly like that," he managed, watching her expressions. He knew that there was no going back now. His eyes then flickered down to her lips, and her tongue darted out to wet them. He bit back a moan.
"Then, they kiss..." He trailed off. Their eyes met hungrily and in a split second their lips met too, and their tongues danced in a way that left them both breathless, more incredible than Castle could have ever written.
"Like that?" Kate whispered, gasping for air slightly. All Castle could manage was a nod. "Tell me what happens next, Rick," she said huskily, pressing her lips against his neck. His mind almost exploded as he realized that she was taking control, regardless of the fact that he had her pressed against a wall.
"Well, he..." his voice failed him slightly and he cleared his throat, feeling vaguely nervous. "He slips his hands into the tiny gap between them, and finds the zipper of her jeans."
He didn't move until he felt her fingers find his hand. She gently grasped them and pulled them so that they were at her hip.
"Show me, Rick," she breathed, pressing her lips to his ear.
"Kate, I shouldn't..." he managed, not wanting to hurt her or push her too far.
"Please Rick;" she repeated for the second time, "I want this."
Castle took a deep breath and then let his feelings surge forward. His lips met hers hungrily as his hand slid between their bodies.
Her hands snaked around his neck and began stroking his hair as his fingers undid the zipper of her jeans, just as he had written in his story.
He started to slide her pants down, wanting to take it slowly, but she grasped his wrist once more and slid his hand straight into her panties, letting out a shaky moan when his fingers found her hot wetness.
"Feel that Rick? No one does this to me," she breathed into his ear, shuddering as he sprang into life and began touching and teasing her, spikes and waves of passion and pleasure coursing through her body.
His lips crashed against hers as he swallowed her moans and cries. Her hips spread further, and he gently pulled one of her legs to wrap around his waist, giving him better access. He slid a single finger into her and moaned into her mouth, overwhelmed at the feeling of her.
She began to shake and tremble from head to toe, her nails digging into his shoulders, his back, anywhere she could reach. He left her lips for a moment, giving himself enough time to breath into her ear.
"Come on Kate, let go for me." And with his husky voice in her ears, she felt herself falling. Their lips met again as she fell apart in his arms, gasping and moaning as he helped her through her release.
He kissed her softly and tenderly as she struggled to get her breathing back to normal. He held her tight, knowing her knees were as weak as jelly.
Kate Beckett had never looked as beautiful as she did in that moment; her face slightly flushed, her eyes heavy and lidded with lust, her lips red from kissing, parted as she gasped for air. Her chest heaved against his and he was then reminded of his own aching problem.
As she began to cool down, she met his eyes with a smile, pressing her lips to his once more. She pressed herself against his crotch, a grin spreading over her face as he moaned.
"Feeling a bit uncomfortable are we Rick?" She said wickedly, and he felt himself throb painfully.
Her hands untangled themselves from around his neck and began to snake down his chest to the buckle of his pants.
Her fingers had just pressed against the rather prominent bulge of his pants, earning a quiet moan from his lips when a sharp knock came at the door.
"Yo Beckett, you in there?" Esposito's voice sounded quite loud in the intense quietness of the room. Kate grinned evilly, grasping Castle through his pants and earning a sharp intake of breath.
"Yeah Espo, I'll be out shortly. I'm just helping Castle with a bit of inspiration for his writing," Castle bit back a moan as her talented fingers flexed slightly.
Esposito said something indistinct as he walked away, and Castle couldn't contain the moan that followed.
"You're an evil woman," he said shakily, watching her eyes twinkle with mirth and lust.
"Well Richard, I'm not the one that thought up this situation - you are. You brought this on yourself."
And with that, she pulled away.
Castle leant forward against the wall before turning in shock to see her zipping her jeans back up and straightening her shirt.
"You can't be serious Kate, don't leave me like this!" He said desperately, his knees barely supporting him.
"Well, we can either have a really, really quick quickie here, or you let me go and finish up with the guys and we can go and take care of that elsewhere," she said with a smirk. He just gaped at her.
She nodded. "I thought so. I'll be back in a moment, pack up your things...I'll drive."
With that, she spun on her heel and left the room, leaving a bewildered Castle packing his things as fast as he could, muttering to himself.
"Evil, evil woman."