Ok guys this is all smut. I decided to try it to see if I could. If you're not into that, don't read it, seriously. It does have a plot and I will be continuing it as a story but I decided to warn you beforehand.
as always I own nothing and I'm seriously wondering if I can just post a disclaimer on my profile instead of doing this every time, I mean honestly (exasperated sigh).
He awoke to the all too familiar sensation of a New York demolition crew making their way through his overtired mind. Honestly, how many times did he have to do this to himself before he got it through his incredibly thick skull that a night of drunken debauchery was nowhere near worth the morning agony anymore? It was getting to be ridiculous.
And then he registered the body resting against his. Fuck. Now he had to deal with some hung-over floozy that he in his inebriated state had decided would be fun to bring home. Sighing he cracked open his eyes to stare at the ceiling, prolonging the blessed silence before the coming storm, and looked down to the sight of one Katherine Beckett curled up against him…naked.
Scratch everything he just said alcohol was the best thing to ever happen to mankind.
What the hell had happened last night? That they had both been drunk was fairly obvious, but beyond that he really had no clue.
They had just wrapped up a case and Castle had suggested a drink at The Old Haunt, it had been innocent enough at the time. So how exactly had that ended with them in bed together? Not that he was complaining mind you. Having Kate Beckett in his bed had been a fantasy of his ever since he met the woman, he would just like to be able to remember it.
Ok timeline. Precinct, Old Haunt, blank. Well that was problematic. They had started off drinking beer, he knew that much, and that had turned into two, which had subsequently resulted in him challenging her to a drinking contest…oh…
She shifted against him, murmuring something in her sleep, something that sounded suspiciously like "Castle," except it wasn't how she normally said his name.
Normally when she said his name it was in that exasperated tone, the one that she used when he was really annoying her and if he didn't stop he might not have enough air to get the next inane sentence out. This wasn't like that at all. It was breathy, with a little moan accompanying it and sounded entirely too sexy for it to really have been his name.
"No…don't stop...ah…please…Rick…"
He lay there, staring at her in his arms. She was having a sex dream…about him.
Her back arched and she writhed against him, something his other brain became very aware of as her breathy cries increased. He was entranced, he couldn't move. He knew he should wake her up, snap her out of it, do something because once she woke up she was going to kill him. But all he really wanted to do was take her and fuck her from here to kingdom come.
However, his conscience wouldn't allow him to do that. So he lay there, growing painfully hard as he watched her in growing fascination.
My God she was hot. She had always been sexy but now, seeing her in the throes of pleasure, moaning his name as she dreamed about him, it was easily the most erotic thing he had ever experienced; and he couldn't do a fucking thing about it.
When she ended up on top of him though, all bets were off.
It started with her leg, running along his and entwining itself around and between them. Then her arms joined the party, slipping around his torso as he lay there rigid, forcibly preventing himself from jumping her. And then, oh god, she started rubbing herself against him, her soft breasts crushed against his side as he closed his eyes and thought of cold showers and Rod Stewart naked. It wasn't working.
As she pulled herself on top of him his self control snapped and he flipped them over with a primal growl and began attacking her skin with his mouth, marking her everywhere and anywhere he saw fit. She was panting now, clawing at his back as he sucked a spiked nipple into his mouth and bit down, dragging his teeth over it and then soothing the insulted spot with his tongue.
She purred at him for it.
His hands slipped down to her wet heat as he captured her mouth in a searing kiss, grinding his palm against her clit as his fingers lightly stroked her.
He pulled away breathing heavily to look into her eyes…her open eyes…oh shit.
He stopped moving, frozen as he stared at her, still panting. It was then that he noticed that she was breathing hard too.
"Castle," her voice still had that breathy quality to it that turned him on so much and before he could stop himself his hand ground against her core once more and he watched as her eyes shuttered closed in ecstasy and she let out a strained groan of pleasure.
Oh man he wanted to do that again.
She opened her eyes once more and looked at him.
"What…the hell…is going on?" She managed to gasp out, still suffering from his previous ministrations.
He was still panting, fighting valiantly against his more primal urges that screamed at him to take her now. Questioning why the hell he was denying himself the ultimate pleasure by burying himself in the luscious women spread beneath him.
"Well, I'm not quite sure how we ended up in bed together, other than that it involved copious quantities of alcohol. However, I can assure you that our current position is all your fault."
She raised an eyebrow at that, so he elaborated. "You started having a sex dream," he panted, "about me." She suddenly turned a shade of pink that he had never seen before, but very much wanted to see again. Oh yeah, he was totally gone.
"Look, Kate, I'm really sorry about this, and if you want me to stop, I will, but I have to tell that at this moment I am having a great deal of difficulty controlling myself and in about another ten seconds I'm probably going to lose it, so I'm going to need you to tell me to stop, otherwise I won't be able to."
It was becoming really difficult to focus now, and his eyes had closed again in his effort to restrain himself.
"Who said I wanted you to stop?" His eyes snapped open at her words. He couldn't believe she had just said that. And now she was looking at him like she wanted to take a bite out of him and there was no way in hell he was going to question her words. He had warned her.
He caught her mouth in another kiss, devouring her as he slid his fingers into her wet heat, grinning as she gasped her surprised delight into his mouth. His mouth worked hers furiously as he added a third finger, pumping in and out at a luxurious pace designed to bring her to the edge, over and over again without ever allowing her the release she desperately craved.
"Rick..." she was gasping now, thrashing back and forth beneath him as his mouth trailed down her neck, his teeth meeting her skin frequently in little nips that were just hard enough to send a jolt of pain through her, heightening the pleasure.
"Yes?" He growled against her skin.
"Please…I need you." She was begging now, and he loved it. The power that he held over her at this moment in time was intoxicating; Kate Beckett at his mercy, powerless and submitting to him. It was intoxicating.
"hmmmmm…" he murmured, placing a series of kisses around her right nipple, but not quite touching it, "how is it, exactly, that you need me?" He questioned, pressing his thumb down hard on her clit on the last word, feeling her entire body tense up and reveling in the inarticulate cry that he wrung from her perfect throat.
It wasn't enough though, she was still there, teetering on the brink, and desperately craving what only he could give her.
"I need you….inside…of….maaaahhh!" he plunged into her on her last word, bathing himself in her wet heat and groaning at the intense pleasure. It was pure bliss.
He stilled after the initial thrust, quivering with the effort it took, allowing her to adjust. When she shifted her hips against him, drawing her legs around him and pulling him in deeper he took the hint, drawing all the way out and slamming back in, making her cry out again.
He did it again, and they fell into a rhythm together, meeting each other with each thrust. Staring into each other's eyes as the fire built inside them, twisting up from where they were joined until it exploded within them, sending them spiraling into ecstasy.
When they finally came back to themselves Rick was collapsed on top of her, crushing her with his weight and breathing like he had just run a marathon. He lifted himself off of her on his quivering forearms and looked down at her.
She was gasping similarly, her breasts heaving in a way that Rick found he liked entirely too much and her eyes closed with a look of complete satisfaction on her face.
A sort of animalistic pride welled up inside of him at being able to do this to her; being able to satisfy her completely and fully like no other.
He was smirking when she finally opened her eyes.
"What?" She demanded. Her exasperated tone had finally made its appearance.
"I fucked you senseless." He said, still grinning down at her triumphantly.