a/n: tripe-shot. perhaps more. still fresh in the game. characters, His. mistakes, mine. let me know how it goes...
The Hamptons House/Bedroom - Night:
Castle and Beckett are comfortably lounging on a lush off-white rug in their bedroom in front of the fireplace. They are both in their navy blue robes and nothing else. Castle is sitting with his legs stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankles. Beckett is seated facing him, "Indian style," cradling her wine glass that rests atop her knee.
"Alright, Kate, truth or dare?"
"Well, since I refuse to skip around the room naked again, I'm gonna go with truth."
He wrinkles his nose at her. "Prude."
She arches a challenging eyebrow as he casually leans back, bracing himself on his hands behind him.
His eyes quickly shift into a smoldering seriousness, enabling him to capture her gaze almost instantly. He finally speaks with a delectable sultriness. "When was the first time you got yourself off thinking about me?"
She huffs out a laugh. "Seriously, Castle?"
"Too many times too remember, eh?"
"Ugh."
He casually leans forward to grab his glass of wine, taking a sip before he speaks. "You are well aware of the punishment for declining. Are you refusing to answer, Detective?"
She puts a finger up to him and closes her eyes. "Just…shut up for a second."
She drains what's left of her wine, quickly pouring herself another generous glass. He sets down his glass and rubs his hands together, leaning forward in his signature overly attentive manner. "Please, feel free to close your eyes and lie down if that helps jog your memory."
She speaks in a tone that should be laced with an eyeroll. "The more you talk, the less I'm going to say, Castle."
"Would it make it easier for you if I told you my first time, first?"
"Only one way to find out," she muses.
"Let's see here…" He taps his chin, causing her to roll her eyes impatiently.
"Please, feel free to close your eyes and lie ba–"
He interrupts her in a rich, velvety tone, "I was standing."
Her eyebrows lift, but she remains silent. Suddenly feeling very intrigued as her body gravitates towards him. Three words deep and she's already enamored by another one of his stories.
He smirks at her, knowing he has her hook, line and sinker. Once again leaning back, bracing himself on his hands. He watches her eye his mouth for a moment, then darts his tongue out slowly to moisten his lips before he begins. "On this particularly historic day, you'd left me in quite a state. I had rushed home to the loft to handle the situation, but it was occupied. So naturally, I had to find relief in the only place I'd feel alone."
She closes her eyes briefly, transporting herself there with him. Slowly humming out, "your shower."
He nods, tilting his head to the side as he watches her blindly take another teasingly slow sip of her red wine. He continues to talk while he observes her licking the remnants of rich liquid of her lips.
Clearing his throat, he pushes forward off his hands, inching his upper body closer to her. "I didn't know a lot about you then, but I knew you were an expert at making people sweat. And more than anything...I wanted to turn the tables on you and make you…drip."
She exhales a deep breath she didn't know she'd been holding, opening her eyes to bore into his. "Shit."
Castle pushes himself up and crawls the remaining space towards her. Sliding his body forward so his mouth is pressed next to her ear. Her eyes slide shut in anticipation. He whispers, "already too much for you, Kate?" His warm, wine laced breath and words circle her ear, gliding down her neck as a chill tiptoes its way down her spine.
Her mouth parts, suddenly needing more air. "Don't say drip like that."
Castle slowly pulls away from her ear, making sure to allow his freshly stubbled cheek to slide back against hers. She automatically turns her head to nuzzle into his, inhaling his scent. He pulls away, keeping his face a safe distance from hers as he questions, "are you asking a wordsmith to come up with an alternative word for drip?"
She sighs, pushing two fingers against his mouth. "Shhh…"
He grins against her fingers and lightly nips at them. "You know, the bathroom is right over there. How would you feel about a dramatic reenactment?"
Her mouth slips open, a slow smile spreads from her mouth, up into her eyes. Her eyebrows lift in seductive delight… "You want to jerk off for me in the shower?"
He straightens, puffing out his chest. "To put it bluntly, yes."
"Guess I'll have to remove that from my extensive list of dares for you tonight, Mr Castle."
"You know I love an encore! Keep it on there, you may want a repeat performance."
He hops to his feet, toying with the belt on his robe. He gives a saucy wink to the still seated but far from satiated, Kate Beckett.
He pauses, looking down at her amused. "Tell ya what, you take a minute to compose yourself. I'm gonna go get the shower warmed up. Make the room nice and steamy. Atmosphere is important, and from I remember, it was hot."
Castle breezes by her, loosening his belt. Her eyes follow his exit, noticing when he unties his robe. She catches a glimpse of things to come as it flounces up behind him like the cape of his favorite superhero when he rounds the corner.
Anxiously gnawing on her bottom lip. "Shit."