Few quick thank yous firstly to 4evercaskett for swapping story ideas with me when i was well and truely stumped...shes quite depraved, but has very good bunnies!
secondly i have to thank my mother for spending an entire day thinking about nipples for me (i didnt ask her to do this but she maintains it was for me)
thirdly to diane for basically co-writing it...why she wont publish i do not know but four days online playing with this made me smile so very much!
Disclaimer: i own nothing and no-one ... but its castle monday so im gonna go...over there...and pretend!
There was a manic scramble of hands as they crashed through the door, breaking the kiss that had overtaken them on the short journey from her car to her apartment. He slammed it shut behind him as she pulled on his coat, yanking the material down his arms.
She was trying to strip him, he grinned, she wanted him naked, more than that she wanted to feel him, needed him, she whispered it, before she growled it.
Her one word orders heating his blood faster than he thought possible. Strip, move, kiss…touch, beg, plead. Her words made him rampant, hard so damn quick and aching for release.
Her hands brushed across the front of his pants, making him squirm into her touch as she moved, groping him through the material, continuing to pull off his coat. He caught the look of smug satisfaction that lit up her face before she carried on.
She slipped one arm loose of her own coat and pulled his, getting tangled as he turned, he tried to slow her down as he reached for her sleeve, helping her free herself.
She didn't want to be slowed down so she groped him again, more forcefully making him hiss and press her hand away, fingers tight against her wrist as she smiled evilly at him. She dropped her hand and he started in on her coat again.
She had taken to letting him help her on with her coat a lot lately, a new intimacy of contact that spoke of by gone eras and gentlemanly behaviour, but pulling it off her, brushing the sides of her breasts and the hollow of her neck, it didn't feel gentlemanly, it felt leading and dirty.
Slow steady movements along her back as he drew the coat off and threw it on the floor with his own had her arching into him. He lingered, his knuckles brushing at the vertebrae at the base of her neck before trailing a path smoothly down to the base of her spine.
She turned, breath coming in short, sharp, bursts, her eyes burned with years of suppressed desire, craving to touch him, launch herself at him and devour him. She wanted to touch and taste, yearned to pull him into her.
He started to undo his shirt, but she savagely smacked his hand away in haste, she wanted to do it, her nimble fingers working faster. She ran her flat palm down the linen line of the button holes before diving onto the first one and wrenching it free.
She wanted to free his arms from the rich cotton that surrounded them, could see the muscle definition through his shirt and imagined herself locked in his naked embrace.
She moved her hands quickly, unable to resist from their task of freeing buttons, to touch him through the cotton, his biceps were solid, all muscle, hard and un-yielding to the pressure when she tightened her fingers around them.
Her nails dragged at the material and she had to act fast, she wanted to graze her teeth over those muscles and if she wasn't quick she would be ripping the shirt from his skin, shredding it.
He moved to the belt at her waist and removed it slowly, slipping it through each loop, revelling in the victory of removing each item of her clothing, moving so unhurriedly that by the time he had her belt off she was winning, had his shirt undone, miles ahead and working on his zip.
"I have to tell you something." she said as she worked at him, her fingers catching low at the tab and dragging down, releasing the little metal teeth along his zipper, feeling with her fingers as they came apart.
"Anything." he said his fingers fumbling because her hands were so very close he could feel their warmth through his boxers.
"You signed my chest once." she withdrew her hands and shoved him hard into the wall as he gasped.
"I did not." he stated in shock as he reached for her, she started to caress him, hands roaming his chest. It was a startling new sensation, fingers on hard warm skin, palms flat over the bumps and curves of his muscles, that caused the liquid heat pooling in her stomach to bubble and burn.
She couldn't control her hands, each finger had a mind of its own, wanted to touch something different, one hand moving up to drag along his rough jaw line and collar bone, the other pressed low and hard at his stomach.
Her eyes roamed his chest like nomads looking for a home, unable to find a place to rest, darting, taking in each freckle and line that enhanced his body, each little difference she stored away with her Detective mind for perusal later.
Her hand traced his smooth, unblemished, chest, finger tips gliding through the light sheen of sweat that covered him. It broke out across his skin at her touch, hot and heated, male and vital, her very touch seemed to make his blood boil. She knew the feeling, looking at him and knew he could tell what she was thinking, it was only fair he reacted just as heatedly as she did.
It gave her a heady sense of power and domination knowing how easily she could arouse him. She knew they sparked and connected but never before had she witnessed such a visceral response to her actions. It was primal and erotic, she wanted more, to touch and to tease…to taste.
She dragged her nails over his nipples, feeling the muscles ripple and tense under her touch. Soothing gently the areas where her fingernails had scored him, etched patterns on him.
Her fingers damp with his sweat, she couldn't resist drawing one into her mouth, she watched his eyes follow her finger as it rose from the centre of his chest and slipped over her lips.
She let him see her tongue swirl across the dampness at the tip, tasting the intoxicating mix of the salty tang of his skin and the bitter sweet undertones of his cologne.
She moved lower, finding the shallow indentation of his navel, letting her wet fingers circle it slowly, her touch feather light and driving him to distraction. She felt his muscles tense again, a soft moan escaping his lips but she ignored him.
She kept her palm flat against his stomach, driving it dangerously low, letting her fingers drift through the open zipper and tug at his boxers.
Her hand closed over him, softly, teasing again, making the silk catch at his rigid and strained skin, tickling like sweet torture that forced him to press into her hand, arch against her seeking firmer pressure and the ultimate release.
"Yes you did, when I was younger," she smiled her fingers flicking and lazily caressing him, ignoring his silent plea as she continued to torment him "…impressionable and completely infatuated with your writing."
He caught her wrists when the action became maddening, on the verge of embarrassing himself and ending things before he even had a chance to properly touch her.
"You let me sign your chest?" he questioned huskily.
The idea of her glorious body waiting for his exploration seemed to help lift the fog that she had created in his head.
"Wild child remember." she answered her voice just as thick with the tension and stimulation as his was.
He spun her so she was trapped against the wall. He released one wrist so his hand was free to roam over her body.
"So this was around the time of the tattoo…" he slid his hand up her thigh "…motorcycle and leather phase?"
He pressed his fingers firmly against the narrow bones of her hip, thumb sliding under the material of her shirt, grazing her skin before he let it creep up her side, moving slow, resting under the cup of her bra.
"What phase? I still have all those things" she huffed smiling as she moaned.
He was breathing directly into her face as she stared at him for a change, their breath mingling and re-absorbed by the other, each hot exhale causing the other to pant and moan and gasp.
He watched her eyes, pupils large and misted over with the intensity of the feelings coursing through her, they stayed locked to his, bright and shining back her devotion to the moment.
"But no…it was later than that, just after I joined the academy." she answered trying to catch her breath as he continue to breathe into her, his fingers twitching against her skin "Maddie dared me… at one of your book signings… that was when you…signed my chest."
He wanted her aching and arching against him, he watched her lips press together and the bottom one disappear inside her mouth before it reappeared wet and glistening in the dim light. Her confessions seemed to set loose the need that she had been keeping under wraps.
He wanted to taste that sweetness again and he let out three loud heaving breaths before his lips crashed over hers hotly. He let his tongue sweep in a burning circle at the edge of her lips, feeling her shudder as he lathed the moist skin.
Her fingers curled around his hand where he still held loosely to her wrist and as soon as the shuddering subsided he plundered her mouth, stealing each kiss with an artistry that astounded her, forcing her to surrender beneath him.
He sucked and swirled and captured each moan she set loose and dragged it into his mouth. Breaking the kiss once, twice, for air, letting her suck in just enough to heave her chest against his hand before he fell on her again. Each time they parted she would pull after him, chasing the kiss, wanting more.
He finally released her mouth, her lips bruised and swollen and flushed with heat, she clung to him as he gave his full attention to her exposed neck, he pulled the soft skin between his teeth as she gasped.
His hand, against her heaving breast, twitched and eagerly cupped at her through her shirt, the sheer material of the flimsy shirt and the bra underneath did nothing to hide her enjoyment of his touch, his palm rotated flatly against the front of her breast, her nipple rising taut against the fabric, seeking more from him than he was able to give her whilst she was still clothed.
"You like that huh?" she asked, her voice a barely there whimper as he drew back from her neck "That you…signed my…chest?"
"No!" he growled into her skin, she stumbled over the laugh caused by his heated breath on her neck, surprised at his adamant declaration, but enjoying the feel of his lips against her tingling skin.
His words, punctuated with kisses and swipes of his tongue, settled heavily in her stomach, small flickers of worry dragged at her, but she pushed them aside taking comfort in the fact he didn't stop.
"No?" she moaned when his mouth left hers and darted back to her neck, sucking just below her jaw bone.
"No, I don't like it. I signed your chest and I don't remember! That's monumentally fucking unfair."
His rough and unfamiliar curse furled in her stomach setting light to all the smouldering feelings and startling a laugh from her at the force behind his words.
He started to lick at the hollow of her neck and drag his lips across the steady pulse.
"This time…" he sucked again, marking her skin "…I will remember everything."
She was on fire for him. A deep burning fire between her legs that cried out for him to fill her, caress her naked quivering body. She wanted it now and all this standing around chatting was getting her no where. Talk and move she thought to her self, they were good at that.
Pushing aside the jacket and gaping shirt, her knuckles scraping over his stomach as she reached down and pushed at his pants.
"I have scars." she said, continuing her confession, her hands still working "not just…" she indicated her chest before she carried on "I have other scars, I am not perfect under these clothes. No matter what image your frantic imagination has conjured, I wont meet it." she stopped and stared at him, not challenging or testing him, just…she had to get it out so he didn't expect too much.
He yanked her forwards stopping any more words by mashing his mouth against hers again, trapping her hands between them, his lips enticed hers to open for him, licking at the inside of her lip, the corner of her mouth as he begged for entry.
"You are flawless." he whispered into her mouth as she moulded herself against him and arched her hips, feeling the pressure of his rigid erection press against her as she hummed, "you're a damnable tease but you're beautiful, amazing and nothing could stop this" his hand grazed her breast, cupping the soft mound over her shirt and she moaned. "My imagination couldn't compare to this…" he squeezed her breast again "beauty in its truest form…" his hand lifted and cupped her face, thumb over her cheek as he stared into her eyes darkly. "Nothing…" he stated again fiercely "No earthly thing could stop this from happening."
He lifted her face, his eyes harsh and blue and penetrating right through every layer of insecurity she had until she was smouldering again. The way he looked at her was more than enough to convince her, but he kept speaking, kept the words flowing over her, easing her angst.
"Not some pesky scar," he circled his flat palm over the cup again "not some minor indentation on your skin." he kissed her again "Every mark just proves how very much alive you are." he undid the top button on her pants, drawing her zip down, he had a evil fiendish urge to prove to her just how vital and alive she could feel, how crucial every nerve ending and cell within her body actually was.
His thumb traced over her belly button, large fingers testing the quivering flesh of her stomach as he lifted the silken waistband and slipped his hand in as far as he could.
His fingers just shy of where he wanted to press them, hindered by the work clothes she still wore. He moved as much as he could, feeling her squirm in response, rising onto her toes trying to give him easier access. She moved letting her legs fall further apart.
Her steady shifting suddenly let his fingers slip under the material and delve inside her, taking them both by surprise as the instant and intimate contact.
She gasped the moment his fingers found her and pressed her hips forward. She heard him groan in appreciation as his fingers found her wet and ready for him, the heated flooding of moisture against his fingers made him suck in a deep breath and press his body closer to her, adding pressure to his hand as his fingers slipped through the mysterious folds of her clinging body.
He slid one finger easily inside her feeling how ready she was for him, pulled it back and dragged it upwards rubbing it over her, her head dropping his shoulder. She planted her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back as she steadied her self.
She ground her body down hard against him, before she scrunched her nose, gave him a sly grin and caught hold of his wrist, reluctantly pulling his hand out from its hiding place in her pants.
She let her head rest against his chest for no more time than it took her to inhale and scheme, before she stood straight, wanting to retaliate.
Slipping her hands under the waist band of his pants as they hung open she eased them back from his hips, her thumbs brushing in a shallow sweep, her action stopping him dead.
"I lied about the navel ring." she said watching his face, her head tilted and grin still firmly in place. "I just wanted to tease you." as she spoke her hands ran along his rigid length making him shake. Literally, figuratively, mentally, visually, everyway she possible knew to tempt him, she used it.
"Mmm" he moaned not really caring if she had lied or not because he was about to see her naked and she had her hands in his pants, devil fingers brushing him, squeezing him. "It's never too late to get one."
She kicked off her heels dropping down a few inches as the shoes went flying across the room. The loud clunk as they hit something startled him into action again and he started battling with her shirt.
Taking slow and deliberate steps backwards, she was leading them towards her bedroom as he reached for her shirt. She stepped free of his grasp, pushing his hands aside gently.
"But I didn't lie about the tattoo." She smiled at him, lips kinking in glee as his mouth dropped open "come and find it" she challenged.
Belt and zip undone each step he took forced his pants to slip further and further down to his ankles as he tried in vain to keep up with her.
When he finally started to stumble over them, tripping and crashing into her, she turned, grabbing the collar of his jacket as it swung loose from his body, pulling him tight into her as she kissed him.
Deep, hungry, kisses that had his hands roaming again, fighting to get under her partially open shirt and she pushed them away stepping back.
"SHOES!" she demanded pointedly before she turned on the spot and walked towards her bedroom stripping as she went. She hovered in the doorway her back to him, eyes darting over her shoulder as her hands worked quickly, the shirt started to slide and he watched with his mouth open.
The material slithered over her skin, baring her shoulders to his eyes, his eyes glued to the newly exposed skin with such ferocity that he almost missed when she stepped sideways leaving her pants behind.
His eyes drank in the sight of her long, bare, legs as she stepped out of sight. He stared for a single beat of time before a massive sense of urgency overwhelmed him.
Standing on one leg, fumbling with his pants, he tried to remove his shoe as speedily as possible, tipping and wobbling from side to side as he finally forced it from his foot.
He repeated the action on the other leg and was pushing down his pants when she reappeared in the doorway.
She stood before him in just her underwear smirking at him. She didn't witness a suave striptease, as he removed the rest of his clothes, but a bumbling fumble of eagerness and desperation as he hopped on the spot and pulled the garment free.
She laughed loudly at the spectacle of him in his boxers, undone shirt and jacket as she leant against the door, folding her arms across her chest as she openly watched him.
The sound of her laughter dragged his eyes from their task of haphazardly discarding clothes in her living room.
He stopped dead and stood straight, taking in the sight of her, naked, but for the black material that wouldn't be covering her for very much longer.
His shirt and jacket fell to the floor as he flexed his arms and started towards her.
The laughter stopped as she watched him flex and the visions she had of his arms wrapped around her naked body were so close to reality that her heart felt like it was beating clear out of her chest.
Smouldering eyes, blue burned through with lust until they looked black, drank in the vision of her body. His gaze moved over her, appreciating every inch, from head to toe, before settling firmly on her chest.
Licking his lips as he watched the rise and fall of her breasts, her breath forcing its way out of her chest in shallow gasps.
She met his eyes and there was such focus and depth of feeling in the way he looked at her, like he had never seen her before, like he's seeing the sun for the first time, that she cannot hold his gaze.
Her heart stutters and trips over itself as it starts to pound in her chest, deep embarrassing thuds that she is convinced he can hear, her hand drifts to cover it, tries to hide the sound that exposes her.
The intensity of his love burns clear and bright like a bonfire and she has to turn from it, on her heel, and head into the bedroom, but she doesn't make it more than two steps before his hands close over her.
He pulled her backwards, against his chest, into his arms in the way she had imagined he would, encircling her, embracing her, letting the essence of him settle over her and calm the raging beat of her pulse, before he kick-started it in a whole new way.
His lips settled over her ear as he whispered "No running, I have a tattoo to find." he trailed kisses where his lips rested, moving lower down her neck, biting softly to pull the skin between his teeth.
Blowing across the wet trail left by his lips he made her shiver and slipped an arm down around her waist, dropping to caress her warm skin as his fingers skimmed her hips, toying with the material under his hand.
He kept his head nuzzled into the nape of her neck, trailing soft, open mouthed, kisses into the hollow of her throat.
His other hand moved to her back, nimble fingers flicking open the clasp of her bra in one swift move.
Before she had a chance to realise what he was doing his hand slipped inside the now loose black silk, covering her breast with his large fingers.
He took her by surprise as his hand lifted and moulded her skin in his palm, amazed himself by how perfectly she fit in his hand, like she was made for him alone.
A tremor went through her body, shaking her from head to toe and she pressed back into him, leant the full weight of her body against him for support as her knees shook.
The hand at her hip squeezed hard, pulling her back more firmly, fitting her buttocks into his groin so he could grind his body against hers in time to the movement of his fingers.
She gasped as he gently flicked his finger tips over her nipple, soft circles chased by tweaks of his nails that made her jerk into him.
The movement that spread through her body as she thrust her hips backwards, her buttocks pressing firmly against his groin had him groaning as he shuddered in anticipation.
The flimsy material separating them left little to both of their imaginations and they started to rock in a rhythm of things to come, as his rotating fingertips caused her to moan and buck against him repeatedly.
The hand at her waist caught her hip and squeezed to still her movement. This night was going to be over far to soon if she carried on moving the way she was. Once she was still he pulled her back tight.
Keeping her trapped against him, but more in control of her movements he started walking them towards her bed, his lips dancing across her skin, sucking and nibbling at her neck.
His other hand drew lazy circles against her raised nipple relishing each shiver and quake that wracked her body from his simple touch.
If she reacted like this when all he did was cup and caress her she was going to go off like a rocket when he slid inside. He couldn't wait much longer, he wanted to watch her face contract in bliss, feel her body do the same.
Reaching the edge of mattress he drew the bra free and tossed it aside, pushing her forwards, expecting her to turn, but she fell onto her stomach, pulling him with her, his body staying locked against hers as he followed her down. She started to laugh, small giggles escaping as they bounced against the mattress.
His teeth nipped at her neck, she spread her body under his, relishing the feel of his body pressing her firmly into the bed.
His lips worked fast, kissing and licking his way across her shoulder blades, down the centre of her back. He paused over each knot and divot in her spine, as she started to shake with laughter beneath him.
He moved lower until he felt cloth against his chin, trailing the dividing line of silk and skin with his tongue he felt her arch back, laughter dying away as his teeth tugged down the black material.
Watching as the silk slipped across the cheek, his eyes burning into the pink and bouncy flesh, he drew in a breath of shock as he felt her body shudder under him, and another giggle escape her.
"Hey Kate…why is my name tattooed across your ass?"