Don't call me Sir
"It keeps getting harder, harder, harder to keep me away
I want to taste the sweat that's runnin' off of your body
Get the sheets all wet, I wanna make you feel naughty."
Let's Make It Baby – Bon Jovi
This one-shot is a shout out to Emily who has an unhealthy obsession about Caskett going at it on Gates' desk. Don't ask me why, this is beyond me! But as she kept bugging me about it, I finally couldn't stop thinking about how it could happen.
In case you still have doubts : this story is pure smut. And just to be clear, it's happening in a world without secrets, angst or hurt. No precise timeline.
This is for you Em, I hope it lives up to your expectations ! Much love.
This day has been pure torture. Since when was it so hard being around Castle all day? He has always had a bad habit of invading her personal space. Why is today different?
Hard. Yeah. That's the right word. Her thoughts quickly drift to Castle... and to how hard she could actually make him.
Oh, yeah...
Jesus, Kate. Keep it together!
Not that she can blame herself for this. It was his fault. Why did he have to wear that tight blue shirt ? The one that highlighted the deep blue of his eyes? Oh, those eyes. She loves it when they sparkle every time he smiles at her.
But she'd rather have them filled with pure lust and desire, aimed straight at her. Last time it happened they were in the elevator. Alone. She thought she was going to ravish him right there and then. She remembers, very vividly, wishing he would pin her against the wall, demanding and wild. She wanted nothing more than to feel the full length of him pressed against her...
"Penny for your thoughts, Detective?"
She's startled and her face becomes inevitably flushed. He must hear the strong beat of her heart against her chest. She's sure he knows what she was dreaming about.
"I, uh, just... the case. You know, thinking everything over."
"Really, now?" She wants to erase that smirk of his face -by kissing it roughly, that is. "You seemed pretty engrossed in it."
Could she actually go more red?
He slowly approaches her so that his mouth is at her ear and his breath is hot on her skin.
Is he trying to kill me?
"In my opinion, Kate," Oh, god, he just had to say her name like that. "You were thinking about something very, very inappropriate."
Her breathing is far too ragged. Her nails dig into the hard surface. Her knuckles turn white and, and she feels her fingers cramp from the pressure but it's still not enough to assure her that she won't rip his clothes off.
He is so close. Why isn't he touching her already?
The clearing of a throat snaps them out of their moment. She shouldn't be surprised; that's a recurrent pattern for them. "Detective, any leads on the case?"
"Uuuuh... Sorry, what?"
"The case, Beckett!"
Why is Gates talking to her about the case? Can't she see she just wants to jump on Castle and have hot mind-blowing sex?
She can't think of anything beyond her need to wrap herself around her partner; the reality of the precinct is the last thing on her mind.
Lucky for her, the glare Gates throws at them is as good as a cold shower for Castle.
"We were just talking about it actually. We thought a little brainstorming could help, you know."
"Oh, I know what brainstorming is, Mr Castle, and I'm pretty sure it doesn't involve two partners nearly straddling each other."
Castle's breath is caught in his throat and he abruptly starts coughing.
Although it might be to hide his embarrassment.
And if Beckett has finally regained her senses, she's clearly too terrified to move.
When they find a semblance of composure their words tumble forth as they both speak at the same time.
"We were just being efficient."
"We kinda get caught up in a theory."
They look at each other, eyes wide, before blushing again.
Gates eyes them suspiciously. If Castle wasn't so damn annoying, she would have so much fun teasing them. She knows they make a good team -not that she'd admit it- but she's not used to their unconventional partnership.
They barely see a mischievous glint in her eyes before she speaks. "Right. Well, it's getting late, we won't find anything now. You're the last ones here, go home. That's what I'm doing. And I'm sure you two want to practice a little more of that brainstorming outside the precinct... or whatever is it you're storming."
In the twinkling of an eye, she's gone and they're both alone, mouths agape. Kate would be ashamed if she still wasn't so damn turned on. He's still so close to her, she can smell his scent -she's sure that's what arousal smells like- and it makes her dizzy. When she turns to face him, he's grinning widely. As usual they get lost in each other but this time he is the one to break the silence.
"Do you know what I want to do right now?"
Please, yes... His voice only makes her want him even more. She wonders what he would sound like when he's moaning her name...
"We should sneak into Gates' office! She forgot to lock it up when she left!"
Wait, what? That's not what she wants him to do!
Before she can even respond or stop him, he's hurrying into Gates' office, like a kid at Christmas. And why is he still so damn cute? Something must be wrong with her.
"Castle! Get out of here!" For some reason, she's whispering. It's stupid since they're alone, but Gates' office is not somewhere she wants to get caught.
She finds him inspecting every corner of the room. She stays at the door, waiting for him to come to his senses.
"Kate! You don't want to know what she's hiding in there? Oh, I'm sure we'll find something kinky. Do you remember that case with Mistress Venom? Oooh, I'm sure Gates would be good at that." He screws up his face. "Wait, I don't want that image in my head."
"Castle, stop being ridiculous and just get out."
He suddenly stops his search and turns towards her. "Oh my god!"
"What? What did you find?"
"So now you're curious too..." Uh, she quickly averts her gaze. "If you must know, I just realized that Detective Beckett is afraid of being caught in Captain Gates' office."
"What?" Her voice may be a little too high to be credible. "That's ridiculous! It's just that whatever is in here is none of our business."
"Says the woman who wanted to know what I found out."
"Uh..."
His face breaks with a wicked grin. Again. "Or... Maybe you're afraid of being alone in a closed room with me..."
"Come on Castle, stop being ridiculous, we're alone all the time."
He moves towards her. Slowly. Predatory.
"Yeah but not here, when it's dark and when you've spent half the afternoon thinking about... this."
She gulps. What is happening?
He takes one more step before closing the door behind her.
How does he even know..? Damn, he hasn't done anything yet and she's already hot for him.
She can't answer. She can't stop looking at him.
He doesn't break the contact either when his hands hit the door behind her on each side of her head.
Shit, she's trapped.
This was supposed to be a one-shot but since it got quite long, I think it'll have 3 chapters. Don't worry, they're almost ready so they should be up soon!
Many thanks to Mojor for beta-ing this for me and having amazing ideas!