WHAT DREAMS MAY COME
She closed the door again and then closed her eyes. "How many times can I do that to him and expect him to stick around?" she thought.
He was her friend; best friend (with the exception of Lanie). This she knew without equivocation. He had proven it time and time again. He was with her through many if not all of her major cases, always ensuring that she was okay, cared for. Even this time, he dropped his plans on a moments notice, knowing that she was going to find Royce's killer, he found her flight, upgraded her seat and hotel; always supporting her, caring for her, being there. She hated herself at this moment, but she had been doing it for so long it was a knee-jerk response of sorts.
Right now she had other things on her mind. They had come here (to L.A.) to find Royce's killer, not to complicate their relationship. And besides she had Josh at home or in Haiti, or Africa, or wherever the hell 'Captain Save the World' was at the moment. Everything else just had to wait. She hoped to God that it would wait.
Kate tried to put their conversation out of her mind by taking a long hot shower and washing her hair; not that it helped much. She drifted off, fantasizing that he would step into the shower with her at any moment; help her wash her hair; loofah every inch of her massaging her achy muscles... Then she abruptly shook herself out of the fantasy and went about her nightly ablutions trying to clear her mind of that last exchange.
"Yeah, a good night's sleep is what we both need. We'll finish this, bring Royce's killer to justice, and then..." she said to herself in the mirror. She couldn't finish her own thought; it as just too much right now. She did a face plant in the bed hoping sleep would come quickly, but she tossed and turned for what felt like hours before it finally took her under.
Kisses, soft kisses trailed up her spine gently waking her from a restless sleep. She turned slowly unable to focus at first, and then he came into view. He was on his knees at her bedside on the left staring at her with a deep blue fire in his eyes. He ran the back of his fingers across her cheek lightly drawing her to him. She came willingly, unable to resist his magnetic pull.
As their lips touched, a spark of electricity passed through her, which extended to every inch of her body. She reached out and pulled him to her inviting him into her bed. He broke their connection slightly to pull his shirt off over his head. He then slid his free hand down her side and she arched into his touch. He straddled her positioning himself on her right side on the opposite side of the bed. She followed turning completely around finding his lips immediately and with urgency. He pushed her back gently slowing down the kiss, savoring it. He explored her mouth slowly, carefully, like he was making mental notes of every inch. He moved down her neck, his lips so soft as he reached 'that spot' that made her moan ever so sweetly. He inched up her oversized sleep shirt as his soft hands caressed her sides and abdomen and was slowly making their way up to her breasts.
Skill, this man had skill, and she was quickly losing control. With his left hand, he divested her from her top and she tried to pull him down to her needing her skin to be in contact with his, but he hovered over her coming close but never giving her his weight. She could no longer stand not feeling him and arched up to meet him. Again he laid her back down kissing across her clavicle, making his way down to her breasts. He gently sucked and teased and tugged her sensitive flesh moving from one side to the other rendering her incomprehensible. She twisted her hands in the sheets as he was determined to remain just out of her grasp.
He continued moving down kissing the middle of her abdomen until he reached her panty line. He made slow work of removing her lace panties with his teeth, running his hands down every inch of her long legs. He made his way back up her thighs just as slowly, separating her gently enjoying the view and how her body gave in to every command of his hand. She was coming undone before he had even done anything to her... how was that possible?
He lowered his head, nuzzling her curls, teasing; always teasing. "Castle please..."she cried out barely above a whisper, her head spinning; dizzy with lust and desire. He dipped in, darting his tongue in and out lightly at first. She let out a moan. He then began to feast in true Castle fashion; teasing, tasting, savoring, paying attention to every detail taking notes of how she reacted to his every twist, every movement. She canted up toward him, moaned louder, sobbed even, no longer able to control her own voice or her reactions.
She wanted, needed to touch him. He lifted her to him pulling her in with one hand at the base of her spine. She was powerless to resist; not that she wanted to. She was close, so close and it was amazing.
Changing the angle once again he curled one finger inside her joining is mouth to bring her to a climax that felt like an explosion of technicolor fireworks throughout her body. She came crashing down around him, but he didn't let her go. Instead he guided her back to reality slowly, gently, with his fingers and kissing his way back up her body to that sweet spot on her neck.
She moaned that heavenly moan that he couldn't get enough of. She reached for him, wanting to taste his lips on hers again, but could no longer feel him. She cried out, "Castle please...I need you now", but there was no response. She cried out louder, "Castle where are you?"
Her room was pitch black and very still. She looked around everywhere all at once not seeing or hearing anything. She jumped out of the bed, ran to the door and yanked it open. The living area was empty, devoid of motion. It was as she had left it earlier, beautifully decorated, dimly lit with only the bottle of wine and two glasses she and Castle abandoned.
Dazed and confused, but still fully dressed in her bedclothes, she was drenched with sweat. She began to tremble fiercely, suddenly cold. She jumped back into bed, sat up against the headboard and quickly pulled one of her pillows to her chest in an attempt to grab hold of her senses. As she began to catch her breath and her heartbeat began to slow down, the very vivid realization of what had just happened was coming into focus. She lay back down on the bed and slapped a hand over her eyes, "ah hell, I'm gonna need another shower", she voiced into the darkness.