N/A: So, hi! My first fic of Castle, finally! As most of my stories, it has a song. Most of the chapters were written while I was listening to Buttons by The Pussycat Dolls, and this is one of them. Monkeywand did the beta reader thing for me as English is not my first language – thank you. I hope you enjoy it.
Colors and Spells
Blue
And the heat coming from this beat, I'm about to blow, I don't think you know
Blue. All she could see was blue. The blue color of his eyes, the blue color of his shirt. The navy blue color of the light. All she could see was blue and she really didn't care.
They were at a nightclub, as usual. They were trying to catch a killer, but music was so distracting. The thick air was so distracting. Kate was so distracting.
She was trying to catch a killer, for Christ's sake. Not that Ryan and Esposito couldn't handle it, but it was the reason they were there in the first place, to catch a killer. And she was trying really hard to remember that while she was rubbing her hips against his, following the rhythm of the beat.
She is really distracted. Not that he is really concentrating either. All he could possibly think was the beat of the song, her hips against his and how hard he was. They couldn't do that in a place like here. Oh, they couldn't. But there is no escape when she is like this. He won't try to free himself when she was like this, just all sexy and provocative – like she always is –, but even more now. All he can see in his mind is her and nothing else.
Oh, she is enjoying this so much. His hands are trapping her hips against him. Mmm. She's trying really hard not to moan out loud, but the efforts are useless. She can feel how wet she is and having him so hard against her doesn't really help. All she can do is dance on the beat as her desire rises and rises.
Oh. All his thoughts are reduced in one word: oh. He hears her as she moaned his name. And he tries, he tries really hard not to touch her more than that and to not do something stupid. But, oh, he would love to be stupid if he only could. But he doesn't want to break the spell by touching more than her hips.
She spins around, facing him. All she can see is blue. Her arousal is at the limit of freaking sanity. She doesn't care. She can't care. If she thinks too much, she will regret every moment. And it isn't a moment of regret. She wants him. All she wants is him. All she needs is him. She needs Castle all over her. She needs his hands all over her. Oh, she needs him inside her. Deeply. She licks her lips unconsciously, but she can see the reaction on his eyes, his deep blue eyes. She smiles, and then…
The spell is broken by Ryan calling out their names. He has located the guy they were supposed to pursue. Damn it, Ryan!