A/N1: Hello peoples and WELCOME to my new story 'Dancing With Death' the fourth story in the Revelations Story Arc. Y'all are so fucking AWESOME! I got so many reviews, author follows and favourite story alerts for the last chapter of Finality it blew my mind! Your enthusiasm for my little project is so overwhelming! I bring to you the next installment of Kate and Rick's lives and hope you enjoy it as much as I have writing it. If you have any suggestions or constructive criticisms please let me know. Your feedback helps me become a better writer!
I've titled this Chapter 'Home Sweet Home'
I apologise for totally raping the French language, I haven't taken French since grade nine nineteen years ago and my skills in the language of love have slipped quite a bit. I would help to have Google Translate on standby unless you actually understand French and can interpret what the hell I'm trying to say LOL
"I don't know if I want to go home," Kate murmured one early summer morning in Paris on the last day of their honeymoon, a month after they had married. "It's warm here in Paris and everything smells of baking bread and cut grass."
Rick chuckled and allowed his wife to snuggle farther into his bulk. "It's warm back in New York too, you know," he countered.
"But everything smells of trash, smog and horse shit," Kate argued, the tiniest hint of a smile playing on her lips. "France is more...French."
Rick let out a great snort of laughter. "Well duh," he replied. "Thank you for that illuminating observation Captain Obvious."
Kate rolled her eyes and smacked his chest. "Smartass," she grumbled. "You know full well what I mean and I am not impressed by you at all."
"Hmm, that's not the impression I got last night," Rick murmured, sweeping aside her knotted brunette locks and placing a wide wet kiss on her neck that was peppered with hickeys. "Those nail scratch marks you gave me on my back on our wedding night say the total opposite."
Kate went bright red and buried her face in the sheets of the bed. "I can't believe I did that!" she moaned. "And more than once!"
"Every day since we left for the honeymoon," Rick added with a sarcastic chuckle. "The guys at the field office are going to tease me something chronic in the change rooms of the gym. They already think I have leprosy because of your inability to give me hickeys anywhere other than my neck."
"Oh Rick, be nice!" Kate groaned, her face obscured by the snow white sheets of their bed. "You're embarrassing me!"
The Writer chuckled and pulled his wife close, nuzzling her hair and trailing his fingers up and down her back. "I love you Mrs Castle," he whispered.
"Love you too, Mr Castle."
"Mesdames et Messieurs, c'est l'appel d'embarquement premier vol United Airlines 1212 de Charles De Gaulle international de John F Kennedy à New York. Tous les passagers détenant des cartes d'embarquement pour ce vol sont invités à se frayer un chemin jusqu'à la porte six immédiatement en préparation pour l'embarquement.
("Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, this is the first boarding call for United Airlines flight 1212 from Charles De Gaulle International to John F Kennedy in New York. All passengers holding boarding passes for this flight are asked to make their way to gate six immediately in preparation for boarding.")
"That's us," Kate piped up, drawing Rick's attention away from his game of Angry Birds Space.
"You know I still can't believe after knowing you for nearly five years and being married to you for a whole month, I've only just found out you speak fluent French," The Writer grumbled, pocketing his phone. "I just thought you whispering to me in French in the bedroom was just to turn me on."
Kate grinned and slipped her hand into his. "It was," she admitted. "And I can't speak it fluently, only enough to get by. I just know enough to turn you on with my linguistic skills in the bedroom."
Rick swallowed the groan threatening to escape his lungs. "You're a tease Katherine Castle," he declared. "You know you are, you like I'm struggling not to walk through the departure lounge of one of the biggest airports in Europe without a hard on, don't you?"
Kate grinned and winked. "I choose not to comment on the grounds that I may incriminate myself," she responded, squeezing his hand affectionately. "Maaaaaaaaaaybe once we get on the plane and we're in the air we can do something about..."
The female detective let her words hang in the air.
"You're going to kill me, Katherine Castle. I swear you will," Rick groaned.
"Yup and I'll enjoy every damn minute of it," she replied with a giggle as they arrived at the gate for their flight and joined the queue. "I know you too well, Writer Boy. Your eyes give away so much."
Rick slung his laptop bag over his shoulder and pulled Kate close. "And what do my eyes say now?" he murmured.
The female detective stood up on her toes and pressed her lips to his. "Many-many-things," she purred between long languid kisses, unashamedly grabbing his ass and squeezing it. "Kiss me Rick."
The Writer and Special Agent wrapped his muscular arms around Kate more firmly and seized her lips with his. The newly married couple totally lost themselves in each other and kissed for several long moments before they were interrupted by a loud cough and a peeved voice.
"Can't you do zat elsevhere?" a short man dressed in cargo pants and a Ralph Lauren polo shirt asked the loved up pair pointedly, in a thick French accent. "Ziz is an airport, not a brothel and ve are vaiting to board ze plane."
"Eh bien nous excuser curieux!" (Well excuse me!) Kate shot back at the man the deepest of death glares on her face.
The man bit his tongue and Kate and Rick strode forward got their boarding passes scanned and making their way into the plane and the first class cabin.
"Kissing so passionately in public is going to get us in trouble one day," Rick commented as he stowed his backpack and laptop bag in the overhead compartment. "You so totally went for the grope right in the middle of the busiest airport in Europe...twice."
Kate's face immediately went bright red. "Well excuuuuuuse me," she said with a barely discernable smile on her face. "It's not my fault you have the best ass I have ever seen in my life. We're married now which is a legally binding contract. I'm legally allowed to grope you whenever I like."
Rick threw back his head and laughed heartily. "Well I'm not going to stop you groping me," he replied scooting sideways then dropping down in his seat. "I like it when you 'admire' my assets."
Kate licked her lips lasciviously and quickly looked down at his crotch. "Mmmmm you do have great ASSets," she agreed, sitting down and cheekily running her fingers up and down the inside of his right thigh. "I'm hoping once the drink cart comes around and I can get some ice. We can..."
She let the words hang in the air.
Rick swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing comically. If the flight from Vancouver to Paris ten days ago had been any indication the trip back to New York was going to be hell. In the most delicious way possible.
About five hours later while the cabin was darkened and all the passengers in the first class cabin were asleep save for Kate and Rick Kate was struck by an idea.
"You up for a little fun?" she whispered pulling back from giving him a hickey on the nape of his neck.
"Oh and what would that be?" Rick murmured
Kate grinned. "Weeeeeeeeeell," she drawled, sliding her hand down his front and cupping the front of his jeans. "We've watched the movie and everyone's asleep. And I'm far from sleepy aaaaaaaaaaand it's another two and a half hours til we land in New York."
Rick grinned as his wife shimmied out of her chair and placed herself between his legs. "I might be up for a little fun," he answered as she slowly undid his belt and unzipped his fly. "You're going to have to convince me though."
Kate's grin widened as she reached into his jeans and grasped his half hard length. "I think I can do that," she whispered, sticking out her tongue and running the tip of it from his testicles to the tip
Rick scrunched his eyes shut and bit back the groan threatening to escape his lips as Kate sucked on his sensitive tip then flattened her tongue and took his entire length into her mouth at an excruciatingly slow pace. He threaded his fingers through her long brunette locks and totally lost himself in the mind numbing feelings consuming him. Kate grinned around his thickness and while her husband's eyes were clenched shut, she reached up to the cup of ice on her seat tray and placed a particularly large ice cube into her mouth. Then without missing a beat she returned her attentions to Rick's length.
The sudden change in temperature caused Rick to sit up, suddenly and his eyes fly open in shock. Kate followed his sudden movement and grinned as she sucked, laved slurped and consumed his masculinity.
"Jesus Christ Kate, what are you DOING?" Rick hissed, using all his self control not to yelp out loud. "Oh God God, Goddy God!"
Kate opened her mouth and poked her tongue out to show him the ice cube but quickly returned to his length. Spooning her tongue a little to keep the little frozen square of water in place, she slurped, nibbled, sucked and laves at his hardness til he grabbed handfuls of her brunette tresses and tugged on them painfully.
"Kate, I can't handle it anymore!" he hissed through clenched teeth. "Oh God, sweetheart!"
Taking one last sustained suck on his length Kate released him then stood up, surreptitiously stepped out of her knickers then straddled Rick's lap and slowly sat down on his erection. The Writer grabbed her hips and groaned his voice muffled by her back as she began to ride him in a quick, quick slow rhythm.
"Katherine Castle, you're going to kill me!" Rick hissed, pulling her back and sucking on the nape of her neck. "You naughty, naughty girl!"
Wordlessly Kate grabbed one of her husband's hands and placed it between her legs, he caught on pretty quickly what she wanted him to do and agonizingly slowly began circling her clit with his thick fingers. Kate bucked against the contact and let out a deep but quiet mew of desire, Rick pressed harder against her nub and bit the tip of his tongue hard as he felt her involuntarily squeeze against him.
"Oh God, Tulip. I don't know if I'm going to be able to hold out much longer," Rick whispered as he and Kate rocked and pushed against each other. "I'm really,really close,"
"Let go then," Kate whispered back as she turned her head and kissed him hard. "Fuck me Rick."
The uncharacteristic use of swear words spilling from Kate's mouth sent a blazing swoop of arousal through Rick's body and he grabbed her hip with one hand and pinched her clit with the fingers of the other. She in turn ground down on him harder and leaned back into him squeezing his thickness within her with all the strength she could muster and despite the awkward angle to which their bodies were aligned Rick thrust up into her perfectly bringing himself and Kate to the very bring of delirium.
Kate was the first one to peak and let out a squeak of completion. Rick slapped his hand over her mouth and followed her over the edge, biting into the lightly tanned skin on her neck as he released deep within her, thrusting lazily into his new wife's body with each exquisite aftershock.
"Oh my god, that was unreal!" Kate breathed as she slumped against Rick recovering from her efforts. "I love you so much, Rick."
The writer ran the tip of his tongue over the pale pink bite mark on her nick soothing the sting with a wide, wet open mouthed kiss. "Love you too, Tulip," he murmured lazily, circling her clit and grinning each time she jerked against him. "You did well to keep quiet."
"I can't exactly be noisy in a plane cabin, Rick," Kate joked, her breathing slowing as she recovered. "When's nine months from now?"
"Hmm? Uhm March or there's abouts," Rick replied with a happy sigh as he peppered her neck with kisses. "Why? D'you want to head straight to Ikea straight off the plane and buy some baby nursery furniture?"
Kate giggled. "Well maybe not straight off the plane," she said. "But maybe in a few weeks. I really want a baby, Rick."
"It'll happen for us sweetheart, it'll happen," Rick murmured, slipping from within her warmth as she got up and re-arranged her skirt. "Let's go and see a doctor before we head back to the precinct okay? Just to make sure everything's working properly."
Kate leaned down and captured his lips in a long and languid kiss. "You're sweet," she whispered. "I love you."
Rick watched Kate with a greedy eye as she turned and bent over to retrieve her panties, his ice blue eyes fixated on her backside. She straightened up and caught him staring at her and grinned when he immediately turned a magnificent shade of scarlet.
"You're as subtle as a cattle truck, Castle," she teased as she shimmied back into her panties. "I know you were staring at my ass."
"Aaaaand?" the Writer replied the colouring on his face fading and a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Kate leaned down to whisper in his ear. "And I like it."
Two and a half hours later, the plane touched down at JFK airport. Kate and Rick collected their carry on luggage then disembarked, making their way up the sky bridge and into the bustling arrivals lounge.
"Ah home sweet home," Rick announced, lacing his fingers through Kate's as they headed toward the luggage collection carousels. "What should we do when we get home?"
"Make a baby?" Kate suggestion with a great snort of laughter.
"Um haven't we been doing that for the last month?" Rick shot back 'at least three times a day and I think four times in total on the flight from Paris, I feel like a stud stallion."
Kate's grin widened further and she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Well you're certainly a stallion,' she murmured in amusement her green-brown eyes once again colouring with desire. "You perform rather well when the need arises."
Rick chuckled. "I'm not going to argue with that," he said in amusement. "Let's grab our luggage then head home, huh? Maybe we can continue on with the line of entertainment from the previous few weeks."
"Sounds good."
Kate and Rick collected their luggage then made their way through customs; they were heading toward the nearest taxi rank when a small voice caught their attention.
"Detective Beckett?"
Kate whipped around to see a small redheaded girl no older than five or six standing behind her a young woman - obviously the girl's mother - laden down with luggage behind her.
"Go on sweetie, she won't bite," she said, giving her daughter a little shove.
Kate crouched down to the girl's level. "Can I help you honey?" she asked.
"Um, um, Mommy says you're a p'lice officer," the little girl stuttered. "She says you catch bad guys."
"That's right, what'd your name honey?" Kate asked.
"I'm Emma, I'm five years old." The little girl replied.
"Well yes Emma, I am a police officer and I catch bad guys every day," Kate informed Emma, holding both her hands out. "I stop the bad guys from hurting people like your Mommy and you. How did you recognize me?"
"I've seen you on TV," Emma admitted, taking Kate's hands. "Mommy and Daddy don' like me watchin' all the bad stuff but I like you and want to catch the bad guys one day."
"You want to be a police officer, huh?" Kate asked with a smile. "It's a tough job, you know and it can be sad sometimes."
"But you have partners t'make you happy again," Emma piped up. "The other p'lice officers."
"Oh you mean Javier, Kevin and Rick?"
"Uh huh, those guys." Emma said, looking over at Rick and lighting up as she recognized him. "They're your friends, aren't they?"
"Yep, they are my three best friends," Kate replied tucking a bang of Emma's hair behind her ear. "Rick and I got married last month, he's my bestest friend of all. We're like your Mommy and Daddy. We're each other's best friend."
"Everyone needs a bestest friend," Emma declared "My bestest friend is Gemma, we go to the playground every day after school and go sliding."
"D'you have fun?"
"Lots," Emma replied, nodding so hard she looked like a bobblehead doll. "Have you and Mister Rick been on a holiday?"
"Uh huh, we have," Kate replied. "We went to two places, Bora Bora and Paris for our Honeymoon."
"Did you have fun?"
"We did, we went swimming, horse riding, sailing and we even went on a hot balloon ride. We were really high up for that, it was kinda scary."
"I bet Mr Rick made you not scared."
"You're right about that, he hugged me and said not to be scared and you know what? I wasn't, that's what bestest friends do, they help each other not be scared."
"Yup they do," Emma agreed. "Um Detec-"
"You can call me Kate, sweetie. I'm on holidays. I'm not a detective for a whole 'nother week yet," Kate told the suddenly nervous girl.
"Um c-can I p-please have a photo with you?" Emma stammered. "A-and your aut-aut-um."
"You'd like m autograph?" Kate asked clearly astounded by Emma's request. "I'm not famous, sweetie."
"Yeah y'are," Emma replied. "I've seen you on TV."
"She thinks everyone on TV is famous," Emma's mother replied dryly.
"You're famous to me," Emma continued. "Please Kate?"
"Alright sweetie, I can do that for you," Kate told the girl as she dug into her handbag and pulled out a small writing pad and pen. "Have you been on holidays too?"
"Uh huh...Mommy, Daddy and I went to Canada to visit Nanna, Daddy comes home tomorrow," Emma replied. "We spent a whole week there."
"I've been to Canada, its lots of fun there," Kate replied scribbling on the paper. "Rick and I are going to go skiing there next winter. I'm going to watch him fall over a lot."
"Hey, excuse me...I'm not going to fall over that much!" The Writer piped up as Kate tore the page from the writing pad and gave it to Emma. "Just because I can't surf, does not mean I can't ski."
Emma giggled. "He's funny," she said, reading the paper upon which Kate had written 'To Emma, always tell the truth, always do the right thing and go get the bad guys! Lots of love Kate Beckett'
"He is, he always makes me laugh," Kate replied with a smile as Emma's mother took a digital camera out of her handbag. "Would you still like a photo?"
"Uh huh, please."
Kate dropped down to her knees and wrapped her slender arms around Emma's waist, giving her a hug.
"Okay sweetie, give me a biiiiiiiig smile!" Emma's mother urged. "Let's give something good to show Daddy tomorrow, huh?"
Emma grinned, revealing a big gap in her teeth and Kate smiled. Emma's mother took several shots then scurried forward to show Kate the pictures.
"Seriously thanks for doing this," the younger woman replied. "She's going to go on and on about this for days.
"I was happy too," Kate replied amiably. "She's very polite, lovely manners. You and your husband ought to be very proud"
"Thank you!" Okay honey, say goodbye to Detective Beckett now. We have to go home."
Emma reached up and hugged Kate hard around the middle. "Goodbye Kate, hope you had a good holiday!" she exclaimed. "I'm gonna tell Daddy all about this tomorrow!"
"You do that sweetie," Kate replied, crouching down and returning the hug. "Maybe I'll see you in a few years at the precinct, huh? Never know I could be your boss one day."
"You really could be?"
"Yup, I could be, when you turn twenty one, you can become a police officer."
"Oh wow."
"Alright, you scoot on home honey, stay close to Mommy okay? Hold her hand tight."
"Okay Kate, see you soon, and thank you!"
Waving at Kate, Emma grabbed her mother's hand and disappeared into the bustling crowd. Kate stood up and watched the little girl's departure a small smile upon her face.
"I can't believe a five year old asked me for my autograph!" she murmured incredulously. "I mean you're the famous one, not me."
"But you're on TV," Rick teased. "And to that little girl, you are famous. You help put away the bad guys and a five year old thinks that's pretty BAMF-y."
"Rick, Emma wouldn't know what BAMF means," Kate shot back.
"Yeah I know that but she admires you, enjoy it. A lot of people admire you," Rick replied, lacing his fingers through her once again as they resumed their journey to the taxi rank. "And that little meeting there convinced me of one thing."
"Oh and what's that?"
"You're going to be the best Mother in the world."
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