A/N: It's been done to death, but I wanted to try my hand at an M rated after 'Always' fic, so here we are. It definitely warrants the M rating, so be warned. I have not written smut in a long time, so I may be rusty. I got the inspiration after watching 5x01 again, and the Caskett dialogue at Beckett's apartment hinting that there had been three times...thus the title.
"We could always go for a round two..."
"Well, technically it would be a round four..."
A flurry of action brought them to his bedroom, fingers squeezing –unable to let go. Desperation snapping as he cupped her face in one hand, kissing her, her hand working free from his tight grip to thread her fingers into his hair.
The moment he closed his bedroom door, she was kissing him again, their mouths colliding and he stumbled from the force, the only thing holding their lips together the hold she had on the back of his head, nothing comparing to the sharp, hot taste of her on his tongue.
He dropped his hands to her waist, a slow slide from her shoulders over the soft, warm skin of her back, fingers tracing down her spine. A gentle caress despite the heated way they were devouring each other's mouths, unable to drag lips from each other long enough to ease the volatile whirlwind of desire now ripping through him, mirrored by her.
Her arms were around his neck, anchoring her to him and he backed her into the door, his hand braced there as he palmed the edge of her hip, his fingers under her shirt to curve around the smooth, hot skin under his palm.
He pressed his lower body to hers, sliding his hand around to her lower back, pressuring her to be flush up against him, and she moaned into his mouth, her thigh hitching over his hip, pressing herself into him, her leg dragging him closer.
He groaned as he rocked himself against her, levering her there as he tasted the desperation of her kiss. He let go of the door, dragging at the edge of her jacket to get it off her -unsuccessfully given the fact that he was pressed so closely to her straining body. They were flush up against each other, the skin under his palm so soft he ached to taste the bare flesh, and uncover it for his heated gaze.
He slid his hand back around to palm the slim curve of her waist, her hip bone jutting into his hand before he dragged that hand upwards to lift her shirt, heavy caress sliding up to her bare ribs as she sucked in a breath against his parted lips, breaking the kiss to pant out his name.
"Off." She murmured against his mouth, hot breath exhaling against his tongue as she kissed him again, going in for a deep exploration before she was pushing at his shoulder to get him to back off. She lowered her leg back down from around him and he immediately felt the loss of the heated press of her body aligning with his.
He wanted to protest, but before he could, she was shoving him backwards, following him as he hit the dresser behind him, his body jolting as his back connected. Her mouth fused to his, her hands slipping to his shirt to force the buttons loose. He skimmed his hands over her shoulders to press her gaping shirt and wet jacket off, tossing them away to thump against the floor.
She fumbled with his belt, abandoning the shirt, her fingers sure and demanding, the way that her mouth closed at his bottom lip surging a spear of need south, the hum of a groan rumbling in his chest at the viscerally desperate way she kissed him. Her teeth sank into his lip to tug before she pulled back, eyes skimming downwards to focus on getting her shaking hands to undo his pants.
She was in constant movement, body almost vibrating as their tongues clashed once more, and he thought faintly that he could really get used to the taste of her and the feel of her. If this was what he had been waiting for, then his time had not been wasted.
This moment made it worth it, despite the pain and the heartache.
He took a moment to breathe through his arousal, gentling the kiss with a hand along her jaw, his thumb brushing at the side of their joined mouths, feeling the movement of her jaw as she kissed him, his fingers teased by strands of her damp hair.
His fingers tensed on her bare waist a moment before he pushed forward off the dresser, making her stumble back, propelling her backwards as his mouth collided with hers, needing that taste on his tongue, seared into his lips. He adeptly undid her damp pants, unable to drag the moist denim away until he could wrest her boots off her feet, tossing them aside like bricks in her wall, dragging each barrier free with seeking hands.
He had always thought he would take his time undressing her, seducing her with gentle, insistent caresses, a slow build of teasing touches and skimmed fingertips, but the momentum she had set the moment she had thrown herself at him dictated otherwise, the revelation that she just wanted him inciting his need. That dormant need broke free from its tethers now, erupting from within him, coalescing into this one moment after too long denied.
He wanted her desperate breaths –seeped in desire- and the haunted quality of her gaze searing him. Because he needed that. Needed to feel her alive and writhing beneath him, like so many times he had dreamed and fantasied about just that.
Here, in the hushed dimness of his room, there was a vicious, threaded desire that was darker with its intensity crawling under his skin. From the fight, from the hurt and the regret. From the very emotions that had been tearing his heart to shreds since the moment words of 'I love you' had slipped from his mouth and she had ignored it. Disregarded it and in turn disregarded him…
The unveiled expression on her face as she had come to him though, her appearance there in his doorway, soaked to the skin, regret and sorrow and tears trembling in her eyes…
It had shaken him to his core. It had cancelled out the bitter anger, replacing it with this bone-deep desire he had to shield her from danger. That need to ensure that she was safe.
It hadn't been the apology breathed so raw across his damp mouth as she had gripped him, mooring herself to him like he was her harbour, her body shivering, but the expression on her face. It had shaken him. Decimated him.
He had been angry enough to brand her with harsh words, her kiss instead igniting a potent desire within him, awakening, undermined momentarily by the concern that arced inside him at her uncharacteristic actions.
Nothing short of self-actualisation could have brought her to his doorstep tonight, a self-actualisation that settled a foreboding lump deep in his chest, squeezing tightly as she murmured that she had almost died into the space he'd created between their lips. Trying to understand her motivation.
The truth of what had brought her to his doorstep was an agonisingly beautiful display of pure and instinctual need he could never deny. Because in that moment he had needed her just as much to chase away the remnants of loss and fear.
They were caught in their own storm of unsatisfied longing.
He pulled back long enough to curve his hands at the sides of the black bra he had caught glimpses of in his entry way, the dark material a contrast to her damp skin, taking mere moments to draw it from her body.
His room was dark, rain buffeting the high windows in driving torrents, the storm outside that raged overhead echoed by the storm between them, harsh breathes cutting through the almost oppressive heat inside the room.
Breathes sawing, breathing each other in when their lips broke, foreheads pressed as she reached sure hands up to work away his shirt which she had abandoned to reach his pants, the insistent pressure of his nimble fingers and the way her damp, parted lips opened against his eroding his resistance, stripping it away just as surely as she stripped the garment from his shoulders, finally, their bodies merging together in a heated press.
No words.
Heated skin pressing to heated skin, his dominating strength showing now as he lifted her against him, depositing her on his bed, his feverish mind swirling with the image of her laid out there, seeming to belong in his space, warm the room with her presence. Finally. All the unspent desire boiled up from the repression of too many years as he recognised the reality that was facing him now.
Kate Beckett in his bed.
Kate Beckett pressed to the comforter, her hands gripping onto his shoulders, biting into his bottom lip as she met his frantic kiss lash for lash. He broke it as her leg came up around his hip, heel pressed to the back of his thigh as her hips arched up into him, a groan cutting across her cheek as he met her with a downward press. She ground herself into him, her head falling back as her arm came around his shoulders, holding onto him as he dipped his head down to taste the damp skin of her throat, his fingers catching in her hair as he kept her head tilted for his lips to scour her addictive flesh.
He licked the rain-scented skin. Sweet. Cool. Beckett.
"Castle." Her voice –hers- stuttered out across his ear and he found himself pulling back, but only to capture her parted lips with his, kissing her deeply, the taste of her now a part of his mouth. He knew he would never be able to get that taste from his tongue now. From his mind. Maddening.
He pulled back, his gaze hooded as he reared back onto his haunches between her denim covered legs. Eyes meeting. Hers dark with her desire, glistening with it, fierce need dragging him down into that spiral of lust he had fought to regulate for far too long.
Underneath that potent desire there was a raw emotion that he wouldn't try to name, because he had never seen that look on her face before. That clinging need.
These were not the eyes of the no-nonsense detective.
This was Kate he was seeing. Undone by whatever terrible experience that had brought her here, the shimmer of tears in her eyes making her teeth sink into her bottom lip, the sharp lines of her features made sharper by the flashes of lightning and the hollows of shadow.
He was frozen for a moment, the longing in her expression as a small sound he related to a whimper broke from her lips to greet his ears, her hands coming to reach for him, but he shook himself, dipping his head down to taste the scar that marred her flesh just to the side of the swell of her breast, tongue flicking over the mark that had almost taken her from him…
He breathed her in, his lips against that scar, his eyes closing against the swell of raw emotion that rose inside him, trying to focus on this moment and not the reason for that scar, feeling himself sinking into her as her fingers slipped through his hair calmly, as if she knew his thoughts. Soothing him. Telling him it was okay. His fingers found her side, soothing gently over the surgical scar that cut into her skin, rubbing back and forth to feel the ridge of her survival carved into her side, the antithesis to the bullet hole that had tunnelled through her chest.
He swallowed and skimmed his mouth lower, feeling her back arch under the pressure of his mouth on her ribs, tracing her skin with his tongue before working further down. His lips closed at one side of her navel to suck on her skin, leaving a mark there as he moved lower, his palms framing her hips as his fingers pushed underneath the waist of denim, dragging the damp material down her legs and off, tossing them back behind him, his gaze cutting across her semi-naked form. He grazed his teeth over her hip bone, his hands slipping beneath her to cradle her to him as he mapped her skin with his mouth, the fingers of one hand curving at her thigh to part her legs for him.
He crawled back up her body, trying to slow the momentum. To savour her, and she let him, her fingers tracing across his jaw as she looked at him, revealing so much in the depths of her eyes. Bare to him.
He loosely leashed his fingers at her wrists, pressing her arms into the bed to keep them there as his free hand coasted down her side, his lips breaking from her to drag across her jaw, resting there as he pushed one thigh between her parted legs. He felt a debilitating need strain to be released from within him, but he wouldn't succumb. Not yet.
He traced the taut curve of her thigh, his fingers trailing over the edge of her panties, unerringly finding the place where heat emanated from her, feeling that heat now as he cupped his hand over the cloth that acted as a flimsy barrier against him. The dampness of the material maddened his senses and she arched up under his touch, her body unable to stay still, her back arching, her hands gripping onto him, mouth opened from the almost desperate way he had kissed her.
She turned her head to kiss him, her tongue slipping across his bottom lip and he groaned, capturing her mouth with his, her taste sinking into him, her moan vibrating through him. He continued to kiss her as he slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, finding her swollen and wet, soaking his fingers, the answering pulse of his own body compelling him to press his hips to hers, the sharp edge of his lust squeezing inside him.
He broke the kiss, her ragged breath damp against his lips, the stuttered whisper slipping past her lips urging him to slip one finger inside her, the tight squeeze of her creating a perfect pressure around the digit.
She bowed upwards which pressed his finger deeper, her gasp of pleasure surging south, the raw groan that erupted from him filled with the potent lust that was lacerating his insides at the feel of her.
He lurched back, blind to everything but getting her naked and tasting every patch of skin he could find, dragging her panties down her legs, off her hips and flinging them away, his hands at her hips. He dragged her further below him, moving down the bed as he descended between her thighs, mouth open and planted on her on his next breath. He pushed his fingers deeper, curling the tips of them upwards to stroke inside her, his tongue sweeping over the flesh, teasing his senses with her scent.
The taste of her hit his tongue making a groan rumble up from his chest as a stab of pure lust skittered under his skin, spearing straight to his groin. The tight clutch of her around his fingers broke another groan from his throat as he imagined that squeeze masterfully clenching around him.
The groan vibrated against her as he flicked his tongue out over her soft, wet flesh, curving his fingers upwards inside her –rubbing, rubbing, licking, lips closing to suck away the moisture until she started to shudder beneath him. Her body vibrated with tension as her fingers tightened in his hair, involuntary sighs and hums of pleasure carrying to his ears as her thighs tightened.
Her hips rolled down onto his fingers sharply, before arching upwards and he pressed her leg back to the bed, his hand warm and heavy on her thigh to keep her still for his touch. He soothed his thumb back and forth as he continued to lave between her thighs with hot sweeps of his tongue.
"God…Castle…" She whimpered above him, her hand tugging at the strands of his hair as he flicked his tongue out, fingers twisting, screwing into her and she arched upwards, her body vibrating with tension, the echo of his name -slurred with arousal- greeting his ears. He couldn't stop, addicted to the taste of her, making her shudder with each measured, hungry lick.
'I could do this forever', he thought inanely, feeling her, finding the places that made her hips arch and press harder into his fingers, the places that made her voice crack over her inaudible pleas, her body jerk as he hit her there.
She trembled, at the razors edge of climax and he slowed, keeping her there, wanting to feel that vibration, those sweet shudders. Wanted her to feel all the ways he could do this to her. Affect her this way.
Her fingers tightened in his hair, her body stilling as a sound he'd never heard her make erupted from her mouth, halfway between a plea and a cry, her body stilling as he circled his fingers in her wetness and then slid them inside again, curling them, rubbing at her until she fell apart, slumping back on the bed as her orgasm rocked through her and him, the muscles of her body quivering around his fingers.
He looked up at her, her head tossed back to his pillows, stretched out naked on his bed, her eyes hooded and dark and unfocused on him as the powerful lash of her climax rolled through her. Her hips rolled down onto his mouth, breathes stuttering into the stillness, the storm beyond this room blocked out to the sound of her pleasure, the ways she breathed his name like a prayer to his ears. He pressed his hips hard to the mattress, the ache between his legs unable to be sated, but, fuck, he wanted her. Wanted her whispering and crying into his ear as she came around him just like she was now. He needed it, the desire within him shredding his resistance.
He came up over her, leaning back on his haunches for a moment to snag her wrist as she reached for him, his eyes on the watch that engulfed her wrist. He unclasped the black band slowly and removed it, lifting her hand and kissing the inside of her wrist.
The tenderness in her expression jarred him, but he didn't focus on that feeling that expanded in his chest, instead he placed her father's watch carefully on the night stand and kissed her, gentle at first, feeling so relieved by her presence here. Now. Appreciating it more because of the struggle and the heartache that had been imbedded into their rocky path to this moment.
She wasn't wearing her mother's ring, and he wasn't sure what to think of that.
She came forward, her fingers trailing down the middle of his chest to his belt, getting it undone in a moment of time, her hand grazing over the ridge of denim below and he groaned at the feeling of her rubbing her palm over him so deftly.
He moved back off the bed and dropped his pants, shoving them off before he came up over her, his gaze fixed on the hectic rise and fall of her chest and he lurched back onto his haunches, needing to watch the way her body arched under his hands, the way her abdomen knotted with clenched muscles as her hips tilted up off the bed, the way her breasts looked tipped with rosy pink nipples begging for his mouth. The way her lips parted to release the small sounds she made as he played her body like she was a keyboard under the stroke of his fingertips, spelling out words of need under the contours of her skin.
He dragged her to him by her sides, urging her legs up around his waist until she was stretched out before his hungry gaze, rubbing himself at her opening, teasing her as fully as he teased himself with the wet glide of her flesh against the hard angle of his, pushing slightly –maddening them both with heated intent, but –as usual- she wasn't one to go at his pace, making everything at hers, and he couldn't complain as her hips arched downwards onto him, enveloping him with the flesh he had fantasised about many a lonely night.
A forced breath expelled from his lungs at her move, the sudden pressure of her clenching around him making him almost bow forward under the feeling that swamped him –maddening and unbelievable desire assailing him, his hands clamped hard at her hips to try to bring himself back under control before he fell upon her to finish this quick.
A graceful shiver rocked her, her hand coming over his that was now holding her steady at her hip and he couldn't stop himself from flexing his hips forward, filling her in one long stroke.
She did move then, her body rolling downward, eyes skimming up to meet his the moment they were joined. His hand flexed at her hip to hold her still, but she was in constant motion, her thighs clamping on either side of his waist, head falling back hard into the pillows, pelvis tilting to him like she couldn't help but want him deeper. More firmly a part of her. And he knew that feeling so intrinsically, he froze for a moment at the reality he was experiencing. It wasn't just speculation on his part now, the way they would fit so closely together, like puzzle pieces clicking into place. It was fact.
She was hot and squeezing around him. Perfect. A part of him. His senses were reeling at the taste and feel and scent of Kate Beckett permeating his head.
Her body writhed, trying to get him to move and a small sound of warning filled the space between them, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she looked up at him from where she was trapped beneath him, and he finally began to move for her, decimating them both with one measured thrust at a time.
Tension knotted in her muscles, building clearly in the depths of her eyes and the soft oh of her lips as she released the bottom one from between her teeth, and he could feel her body begin to give way under his onslaught, holding her so solidly against him, filling her without a pause, and he slipped his fingers down between them, his eyes skimming over her before narrowing between her thighs, watching with unfolding desire as he slid himself inside her, connecting them in the most fundamental of ways as the elements raged outside.
He rubbed his thumb downwards, her body shuddering under the firm press and she bowed upwards, a helpless moan stuttering from her lips as she climaxed, her whole body tightening around him, fingers clenched over his hand, the waves of her orgasm almost taking him under with the force, her body trembling with it.
She slumped breathless for a moment, the coiling tension in his body tightening as he continued to move his hips, trying to pull himself back from that brink of stormy release. He moved a little slower, withdrawing before sliding calmly back inside, not wanting to be parted from her yet. Not yet. Not when he had just found this place.
He fought to calm the erratic beating of his heart, the way she had flown apart so beautifully under the plying pressure of his body forever seared into his brain. Driving need speared him, brutal throbs like pain echoing in his limbs and muscles.
But he wouldn't give in. Wouldn't crash down into the warmth of her yet.
He wanted to continue to watch that flush stain her skin, damp with the rain and a sheen of sweat.
Her eyes pinned to him there as he stilled inside her, holding her to him to keep from slipping from her, the dark flash of desire that churned in those luminous eyes of hers drawing him in like she was a flame and he was that proverbial moth…
But he wasn't going to die if he touched her, instead, she enflamed him.
She came to him, lifting herself up and wrapping her arms around his shoulders, effectively straddling him as her breasts sank into the expanse of his bare chest, the warmth of her sinking into his flesh. Her mouth parted against his, tongue slipping across his lip before delving inside to meet with his, dragging her teeth over his bottom lip as she pushed at him.
He went willingly where she pressured him, his back to the mattress as she rose up over him, her move pressing him deeper within her body. She released his mouth, settling on him, thighs tensing at either side of his hips, her hands falling to brace by his head as they breathed each other in.
She sank down onto him, his hips arching upwards involuntarily, driving himself deeper inside her. A hum vibrated between their joined mouths, the wet glide of her tongue chasing his back into his mouth transferring the sound –halfway between a soft, needful sigh and a moan. He wrapped his fingers at her waist, squeezing as she started a roll of her hips, dragging a grunt from him as she began to move, the maddening motion as her thighs clenched on each upward withdrawal causing him to break the lock of their lips, his head slamming back to his pillows. He moved –pushing up on his arms before wrapping them around her to help her move.
Her breaths were heavy, eyes filled with smouldering and intense desire, a heat and haunted darkness making him only grip onto her harder, wanting to erase that grimness from her expression. He couldn't stop his gaze from dipping to her damp mouth as she focused on him, the way she dragged her teeth over her bottom lip ensnaring him, her hands that had been gripping his shoulders to steady herself now easing around his neck. Their foreheads pressed together as he breathed her in, the novel feel of Kate Beckett's flesh enveloping his, her still damp body and fall of her hair scented with rain and essence of her skin drawing him in.
He loved the way she moved on him, all sensual yet demanding, hips arching downwards, rolling on him before pulling up, the slick slide of her body dragging ragged breathes from him each time she pressed back down on him. He flexed his fingers at her hips, thumbs rubbing down the hollow of her pelvis, the softness of her skin tantalising him to keep stroking her as she stroked him.
"Beckett…" He murmured, her name slipping from his mouth unbidden against the side of her jaw, and he felt her body tremble for a moment, her rhythm faltering as he broke the quiet, pulsing silence. She pulled back and her lips crashed to his, swallowing his next expulsion of breath, the taste of her a heady reminder of what this was. How real this was. Palpable. The slick drive of him as he jerked up inside her echoing with an answering sigh from her lips.
"Kate." He said now, her name on both their lips, stuttering out into her mouth as she broke the kiss, eyes intense. Her eyes were shimmering with unshed tears, the volatile clench of his heart at the sight reminding him that this could have never been just about sex. Could have never just been physical.
The deeper emotion shortened his breath now and squeezed like a vice around his heart.
Too much. Too potent.
An ache because he had to bite back the words that filled his chest. She seemed to see something in his eyes though, reading him like one of his books, her forehead pressing back to his as she stroked his hair back, fingers fierce.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, voice hitching on the words –whether from the movement of their bodies or something more profound he couldn't tell. Maybe both. The words were breathed across his cheek as she circled her hips, slower now, pressing down on him again. A slow glide that incited his fierce need and gave him a teasing sensation of pleasure which rippled like a disrupted pound around him.
The need overtook the tightness of his throat and he reached up, his hand cupping her jaw to angle her head so he could get at her kiss-swollen lips. He had ached to taste them so many times, and it was too much to resist for too long, the fuse of their lips keeping him afloat in a sea of desire and unquenchable emotion.
The expression on her face was one of deep passion, the glint in her eyes propelling him second by second towards his own release, years of wanting her overriding his desire to prolong this. He could do nothing but hold onto her, hands curving at her waist as she rose up on him, her rhythm faltering for a moment as he traced her spine with his fingers before settling back at her hips to feel them roll down onto him, rocking before lifting again and pressing back down in a steady ebb and flow motion. He arched his hips upwards, body seizing, spears of sensation uncoiling inside him as he found his release, the pinwheels of pleasure circling inside him until all he could feel was her. All he knew was her. Everything else faded to the background of his thoughts, his whole world made up entirely of the feel of her surrounding him, breathing with him, loving him. Nothing else penetrated the deep fog of his climax.
TBC