This Story is co-authored with AlwaysCastle.
A/N: Based on a prompt from Docnerd89and an image from Diane.
We couldn't quite go so far as to call it 'The Humptons' (spoilers and all) but we agree we would both be happy to let Kate muffle us with her tongue. :P
Disclaimer: We claim ownership of nothing except our mounting freaking excitement as season 5 draws ever closer.
When you feel my heat.
Castle inhales deeply, his face still scrunching into the pillow beneath his head as he slowly wakes up. The crisp and freshly laundered white sheets smell too good to leave and he rolls, so glad that he called ahead and got the housekeeper to come and air the place out.
His head lands on the pillow next to him and another inhaled breath fills his nose with a different scent, air and cotton and moonlight bathed skin, soft and sweet, glowing under his fingertips and he grins, breathing deeply again.
Then he startles, hacking a cough and breathing heavily when he inhales a large nostril full of her hair. Batting it away he sits up and stares at her hoping she didn't...
But of course she sees.
She never misses the stupid things he does.
Manages to love him inspite of it.
And that's why she's here, at his house in the Hamptons, that's why she agreed when he suggested it, why she wore an indecently short lilac summer dress and let him drive.
Because she loves him.
That might also be why her hand was curled around his leg for the entire journey, sliding along the curve of his thigh and teasing like Beckett but smiling like Kate. And loving him like nothing else.
Nothing he has ever known before, and he sighs, rolling in close to her body as she turns back to meet him, until they settle somewhere in the middle.
She's laying in his bed, her eyes narrowed into comically thin slits and her lips twitching, "Well that was a romantic greeting." She states sarcastically rolling her eyes and grabbing a fistful of her hair, tucking it out of his way, safely under her head.
But she smiles, a sigh pushing past her lips, which she lathes her tongue over, quick, like a habit, but she doesn't miss the way his eyes dart, darker pools of sapphire as she slips her tongue back into her mouth and bites down on her lip.
She can't shake the grin, nor the bliss that has wrapped itself like silk around her bones, settling in for what Kate hopes is a very long time, and she has to look away. Only for a moment as she tugs the sheets up under her arms, tight across her breasts and one leg slung completely free of any constraints.
Long and tan already, she's a beautiful contrast to the brilliant white sheets. Floating on a bed of pearl. Castle feels his breath catch, slides closer, his hand gliding into her hidden hair and drawing it out, spreading it across the pillow before he lays himself over her.
"You look like an angel..." He breathes, with a cheesy grin before moving towards her mouth.
Kate puffs and makes a disgusted noise, yup far too cheesy, but she smirks, her fingers snagging his and pulling them up her side. "That's...better?" She scrunches in on herself, liking it, hating it, and he did say romantic getaway so she probably should just try and go with it...but...
He laughs, his leg sliding between hers watching her head fall softly to one side, and he has to touch her, as if to soak it into his own skin.
Castle hums, pressing his hand through the sheet, feeling that familiar dip in her side, the tremble of her body so willing beneath his hand, and smooths further, around to her abdomen all the while seeing it all play out across her face, not caring because she's in his bed.
A fantasy come to life.
And she's been in his bed before, Kate, asleep and not. Eating drinking, sprawled over him, milking his body in fast hurried strokes as she rose and fell, and spread beneath him as he languidly lathed her skin from head to toe.
And he's been in hers.
Fallen out of it when she shoved him, squashed her when he rolled over her and stole her phone to stop the incessant beeping, fisted his hands in her pillows when her mouth closed around him, lips and teeth and tongue making him groan and beg, her smiling face twisted back to stare at him before they collapsed into her sheets.
But this bed...it's new to them. They fell into it as a couple, a pair...partners.
And for some reason he can't quite explain, being here, with her in the Hamptons, feels like reliving chances they missed.
Like starting fresh.
A new bed a new beginning?
And Castle, pulling aside the sheet, twists his fingers around her thigh, drawing it up to rest at his waist so he can settle between her legs.
He has quite a few fantasies that need to play out here...not just nestled in the hot haven of her legs and not just involving his fingers sliding over moist skin that makes her groan and arch up from the bed.
Kate tosses the sheet aside completely, naked, lithe and ready, as her limber body shivers from memory. She can feel the ache, delicious and she fixes him with a look, one she knows he'll understand. Just one small lift of her eyebrow, the darkening of her eyes to pools of emerald gold.
Once so dark and forbidding, now she lays it all bare before him, inviting him into their shadowed depths. The cavern made darker still but the force of her desire and it's where her demons hide. He wants to chase them away, has for as long as they've known each other.
But he's close enough to see now, as he inches nearer, lips parting in anticipation, the light that shines incandescent, blazing right through.
And she has him.
Oh she certainly has him, trapped in the heat of her gaze.
A low growl escapes his lips, and Kate hums, her fingers curling around his neck. She rocks her hips into his, nudging him to move, to bring him closer and it works, of course it does.
Castle lets his thumb slide over her skin, burning under his hand the closer he gets to her naked lips, and he wants to dart down and press a kiss to the wet line below. But he doesn't, instead he finds his knees and pulls her hips higher, until her backside is resting on his thighs and her legs are locking behind him.
She swallows back a sudden surge of raw desire, saliva and heat and aching openness flooding her mouth, her fingers twining together behind his neck so she can pull herself into his waiting arms.
With her clinging to him, willingly wrapping around him and her eyes pleading, begging for more, she leaves him with no choice but to take control.
His hand dips between them, grasping, tightening around his own erection, and he watches her eyes falter, dropping from his to slip between them, watching as the roll of her own hips and his upward thrust bring them into contact.
A fleeting brush and she moans, the tip of him teasing past her outer lips and they repeat the movement, her head snapping up, eyes finding his as this surge connects them fully. Castle slides his hand away, no longer needing the guidance into her waiting body as she eases down around him and thuds securely into his lap.
Kate lets out a stuttering sigh, it catches it's way through her entire chest, tripping over every feeling and desire, every waking cell that is suddenly and deliciously aware of him. She watches the way his eyes close shut and the corners of his lips lift like he's about to smile, but he never does, not yet.
His thighs are protesting already, she can feel the muscle tensing under the cheeks of her ass and maybe she should just fall back into the bed, or flip him over and draw it out a little while, but the sharp angle brings him into contact with every tight and electric nerve.
The feeling too perfect to shy away from.
And he's solid and thick as she squeezes him, her hips lifting and sliding. Kate sucks in a deep breath, flexing around him in quick sharp releases until she's sure, she can feel every burning inch of him inside her.
One hand drops from his neck, feeling his palms graze her sides, wrapping around her bare legs and gripping her waist to anchor her to him.
The bones of his pelvis feel warm and soft beneath her hips as she undulates, uses her heels to bring herself closer, sliding her chest against his.
Kate waits for the hitch in his breath that comes every time her breasts, the pert buds reaching for him, drag across his own tense muscles. Feeling his chest twitch under her fingers as she playfully teases his nipples.
Her nails are harsh and sharp over the tender red skin, his fingers digging into the valley of her hips, thumb pressing just shy of her belly button.
It dips between them, delving past the raw and rippling evidence of her need for him and he presses down hard and firm until she gasps, jerks and rolls just as he thrusts up and their mouths collide.
Opening against his wet lips, Kate realises he's been biting down, holding himself rigid against the feel of her silken walls as she encased him. It sets alight fireworks of pleasure in her chest, bright brilliant colours that burst and ripple up and out every time she finds something new that she loves.
The way she affects him like this. She loves it so very much.
Her mouth closes over the tender line of his lower lip, the same way he soothes her tenderly when she's been worrying, teeth marks chased away by heated strokes of liquid devotion.
He does more than that for her and she relishes being able to return his deep unadulterated love with a simple touch of her own.
All because of the position and the feel of her around him, the location and the look in her eyes. He's holding himself back because it means so much, and Kate all but comes apart at the thought.
She brings his bottom lip into her mouth, sucking and nipping at the swollen flesh. Hearing the growl barely make it through him, she muffles it with her tongue, swallowing his lust with yet another sweep and silencing him with a fervent press of her hand at his neck, drawing him that much closer.
Clinging to him tight in desperation, rocking up and surrendering herself to his touch as she conquers his mouth, and then he does it again and again clearly not bothered about the quiver through his legs as he slides inside her deeply. His knees burn across the sheets when he pulls out of her stiffly, made worthwhile by the long slow heavenly invasion.
She's a living fantasy in his arms, wrapping herself around him and he wants to feel her shudder and give in as the first of many orgasms takes her over.
Because he has plans for this weekend, places he wants to take her to dinner. Somewhere together, somewhere romantic where they could do fluffy and ridiculous coupley things.
Where he can stroll somewhere with her, holding tight to her hand as the moonlight tangles with her skin and he gets lost in the glow, the feel of their love.
He squeezes and pulls her tighter, dropping his head away from her mouth, lips dancing across her chest, and yes all the romance is appealing. But this feeling of newness again, it's so fast and overwhelming, creating memories with Kate in places he loves...
Like the pool and he has the boat and the deck, she tenses against him and he growls, her breath leaving her in high pitched pants...
The beach and the shower...anywhere with her.
Kate slides her fingers through his hair, one hand at his jaw to pull him up to face her, She moans as she sinks down over him again, her eyes flicking from his his lips as she quivers, back up to his eyes as she stares into him, deeply, before she smiles, "Let's start with the bed." She smirks, as if she's reading his mind.
And then Castle smiles right back as he remembers she can do exactly that.
Their lips brush and she heaves out a panting gasp as he moves again, and he agrees, "Let's start with the bed."