I Learned to Love You by tamyalways

Translated from Spanish by ebfiddler

translator note: This is not a stand alone story, but Chapter 29 of a much longer fic. Most of the story is T rated and can be found with T-rated fics. A T-rated version of this chapter has already been posted with the regular story. I suggest reading the rest of the story to supply the context for this chapter.

(AU. Castle and Beckett are both homicide detectives. When Castle becomes dangerously ill, he must figure out his real priorities. What happens when Beckett finds out that SHE is at the top of his bucket list? The clock is ticking, and love is in the air. Translation of Te aprendí a amar by Tamyalways with author's permission.)

Author note: Well, the key moment has come and I am very happy about it. I wanted to thank you all who have been reading from the beginning and are still not tired of the story ... this chapter is dedicated to all of you who write me comments here as well as those who do it on twitter. You really do make me very happy. And especially today, I want to dedicate this chapter to Guiguita, I believe it's her birthday. Enjoy!

I also want to thank my beta/collaborator because she had such a hand in this chapter, and just for everything …

The characters are not mine ...

Idea from Lizcecilia6CECIFILLION

Content warning: Contains M-rated material. Last chance to turn back and read the T-rated version instead.


Chapter 29

KATE'S POV

I felt his lips on mine, timidly at first, delicately, with adoration. In every one of his gestures toward me, he behaved the same way, as if he were afraid to hurt me or didn't completely believe that I was really there. And I had thought that such men had disappeared from the face of the earth. It seemed like the men I'd dated had always been somewhat rude, almost gross—but he, despite being one of the strongest people I knew, behaved with great delicacy and extreme care. I felt comfortable and serene in his arms. I couldn't believe that this was happening to me. If you had told me a few months ago that Castle …

But that was not the Castle I now knew. That had been a facade, a mask that this Rick wore in public. This one I liked, the real one. For this one, my heart leapt with joy whenever he was near.

Was I in love? I didn't know if I could call it that—or was this no more than compassion, friendship, sexual tension? The knowledge that he was so in love with me that his highest goals in life centered around me, had made me see him as I saw him now. I didn't know the answer, but I wasn't going to keep questioning myself now; I just wanted to enjoy the moment.

I chose to take the initiative. It was our first time, and although we both felt the same desire, I wanted it to be unforgettable for him. I was going to seduce him, claim my territory, and then let him do whatever he wanted. I sat on his lap and slowly descended toward his lips, which attracted me like a magnet. I devoured his mouth with kisses and heard him sigh. Our tongues danced together in an endless waltz, our bodies responded as the temperature rose, and I began to get rid of the barriers that impeded us.

His strong, warm hands were on my back, moving eagerly, and slowly they unzipped my dress all the way. Then his hand was on my bare skin, tracing unexplored paths. I still had my eyes closed, but then I felt my nipples stiffen with excitement. I looked at Rick and felt a little self-conscious, but his penetrating and serious look showed me how significant this moment was for him.

Slowly he lifted my dress over my head, leaving me in only a small red thong. His eyes, brilliantly bright despite the prevailing darkness, told me this would be one of the most special moments of my life.

"Kate, you're so beautiful." He regarded my bare breasts, making me blush under the intense scrutiny of his bright blue eyes.

"I want to see you, Rick." I attempted to remove the cap. At first he tried to stop me with his hand. "Rick, please, don't you trust me?" I asked trying again.

"Always, as you know. With my life if necessary," he responded, fixing his eyes on mine.

"Then let me," I said, removing the cap tenderly and resuming my kisses.

Gradually I removed his shirt, revealing his strong naked torso. He had lost muscle tone and he was much thinner. The past few weeks had been very bad. He barely ate, and it showed. But despite all that he was handsome. I had never before looked at him in this way, and Rick really was handsome.

I ran my hands over his naked torso and then his back, gathering him to me. I needed that contact, and so did he, for we both gave sighs of pleasure.

We started kissing again, each of us determined to give everything, each intent upon pleasing the other in every possible way. The constant motion of his hands over my body ignited my skin with passion, creating electricity wherever his hands passed.

Despite my initial reservations, I began to feel at ease, wishing for more at every moment, and with a quick motion I reached to attack his pants. I masterfully undid the button with two fingers and lowered the zipper. I could feel his excitement, and despite my bashfulness, I realized that I wanted to see all of him.

I knelt on the blanket and got rid of his pants, then attacked his underpants relentlessly, freeing his erection. I raised my head and our eyes met.

"Disappointed?" he asked fearfully.

"Not at all," I said, and attacked his member with my mouth. He tasted like the best of delicacies. I was never very partial to oral sex, but at that moment, I was enjoying it. Another symptom that the feeling growing inside me was not simply compassion, but an affinity of feeling, perhaps even love. My tongue played with him and I could hear his breathing quicken as he moaned with pleasure again and again.

"Kate, stop, please ..." he whispered between one growl and another.

"Don't you like it?" I asked, abandoning this method of torture for a second.

"Too much ... it will end in nothing if you don't—"

I did stop for a moment, and looked in his eyes. I saw so much desire in them, and could only imagine what mine looked like, because never before had I felt so eager to have sex with someone.

He took up the work when I left off, and slowly removed his hand only to replace it with his tongue, which completely cleaned off my moisture, only to re-moisten it with his mouth. I could see what route he intended and could only breathe heavily in anticipation. He traced the path from my center to my entrance with a breathtaking sweep. I grabbed the blanket hard in order not to cry out. His hands caressed my buttocks, lifting them to increase the contact. Now I understood him: if he didn't stop, I would reach the pinnacle at any time. I was so close that when his tongue entered me, I shattered without warning. It was so much pleasure, it was like a huge explosion inside me, and his tongue, which remained in position, could feel my convulsions. Gently he withdrew and brought his lips to mine, where I received him with rapid breathing.

"Rick, God! How did you hide this gift so long?" I gasped between kisses.

"And you, Miss Beckett? I didn't know that you had such talents either."

We both laughed after sharing these astounding revelations. There was nothing better in the world than compatibility in a partner. I always missed having the ability to laugh and talk with Josh. Yes, we went to bed together, and it wasn't bad. But laughing, or talking, or even sharing our thoughts, never even occurred to us. I was somewhat timid about such things, but doing so with Rick was like talking to a colleague, a lifelong friend. So many times he had seen me at a low point, and we'd share one secret or another during long hours on a stake-out. He wasn't just the guy who drove me crazy, but he was also the friend you could tell anything to. This affinity of feeling in married life was even better. To say whatever you wanted without fear of screwing up or losing face ... that was incomparable to anything I had known before.

When I decided to restart the game, he stopped me and stood up, doing nothing to hide his nudity, nor did I. At that moment I felt completely comfortable with him. He held out his hand and I gave him mine. He helped me up, we gathered up the blanket and our clothing, and retraced our steps back to the house. The pool lights were on and the water called to us enticingly. The sand annoyed us, slithering around in uncomfortable places on our bodies, and I gave him a shove into the water. He gave a shriek, and I joined him, tossing my dress onto the nearest hammock.

The water was startlingly cold, but with the sweltering heat of the day and our bodies still fired by passion, it didn't bother me. It gave me pleasure to see him naked in the liquid element. We closed the distance between us and kissed, then our hands explored, helping to light one another's fires. I realized that he was ready for a new game. I wrapped my legs around his waist in a firm embrace. He looked at me and stopped kissing me.

"Kate, I have no protection here," he informed me in all solemnity.

"Who said you needed it?" I replied, with unceasing smile. I was there because I wanted to be, because I had the desire to be there, not out of pity, not because he was dying. I was there because I wanted to fulfill all his dreams, each and every one of them. Who knew what would be? I knew the chemo had left his swimmers very weak ... but who knows?

"No, I can't make you do that—" I didn't let him continue with his misgivings. I kissed him like there was no tomorrow, as if with that kiss I could tell him I was ready for anything. I did not want to try to give a name to my feelings, I didn't know whether to call it pity, compassion, love, passion, friendship or sorrow …

After a few more moments during which our tongues danced together, I helped guide little Ricky along the right path. Once he was inside me, I felt him sigh and moan. He began moving in a very leisurely way. The water assisted our motions, and it was all very relaxing. My body desired more of him, and his movements produce a special tingle inside me. He never stopped looking at me. His eyes told me just how special this was for him.

I wasn't going to last long, but neither would he. He increased his motions, and after a grunt I squeezed hard on his buttocks and stopped the movement ... right there, I felt him spill inside me. He began to move just a little more, stimulating my second climax.

My contractions reanimated him, and he began to move again immediately, which resulted in another climax even more intense than the previous one, which swept me away entirely. I felt the thrill of electricity down to my toes, and he did the same, as my tremors drove him again to reach the maximum pleasure. It was a rare achievement, full of groans, sighs, and the occasional cry.

"God Kate! What was that?" he gasped, still breathing rapidly.

"I don't even know!" I replied, laughing even as I struggled to draw in a deep breath.

"I've never—" It seemed like he was trying to explain, but I didn't let him ... I just pulled him to my lips and kissed him intensely. It was something magical. I don't know if it was the water, the situation, our excitement ... but it was a fabulous experience.

When we recovered, we got out of the water, a bit wrinkled now.

"Come on, you'll catch cold," I said as I covered him with a towel that was left out there from the afternoon.

"I'm anything but cold now. I need to rest though ... my legs are shaking," he said as he dried me off a little.

I sat in the hammock and he sat beside me. He looked at me from the corners of his eyes. My nipples were still pebbled from the feeling of the water and the gentle breeze that moved along the beach. He passed the towel around my back and hugged me with it.

It was such a special feeling, this affinity, this moment of tenderness, those blue eyes that looked brilliant in the dark with reflection from the water. That moment will stay in my memory forever. Because I had never felt so good and so special for someone. I could almost say I had never felt so loved by anyone.

Without words, we understood that this embrace had made this a real marriage. I could say now with certainty that I had married the right man.

He kissed me very gently, just a gentle touch, but it became more intense by the moment. I could never have enough of him. When we stopped for breath, he stood up and led me by the hand into our room, and there between caresses, by the dim light of a candle just inside the door, he dried me off, then lifted me up into the air and deposited me on the waiting bed. He lay down beside me, and I saw his tired eyes.

"Rick, I'm fine, let's sleep ... come on ... it's late."

"Please, Kate, no, not now, I don't care if I die tonight ... as long as I can have you one more time," his voice was low, and I didn't know if it was to give more intimacy to the moment, or if it signified just how tired he was.

"But you're exhausted. Let's rest. In a little while, if you feel like doing it again …" I said supporting myself on my hand in order to see him better. "I don't want you to exhaust yourself."

"Please ..." he insisted. And I didn't want to refuse. This was his to ask, and if he needed me, I was happy to oblige.

I let his lips follow his hands over my body and I instantly felt ready again. He awoke the passion again and again with his lips. They were so soft, knew so well which path to take, and in a few seconds I had forgotten his weariness and anything else except for the way my hair stood on end from his ministrations.

We indulged in a deep kiss, so much so that I didn't even realize that Rick had turned us so that I lay beneath him. I began to feel his lips moving down my body, first his jaw descending down my neck to find my pulse point, beating strongly with the passion he stirred in me, to arrive at my chest, where he gave my breasts the necessary attention to make me cry out with pleasure. I needed him so much that I could not help but beg ...

"Rick, please ... I need you."

Rick raised his head, focusing on my face, and I saw a smile of pleasure, pride and true happiness on his face. He continued down my body, making me sigh over the wonderful sensations he created with his mouth, his tongue, his lips, his teeth. He was driving me completely crazy. I kept moving beneath him, already at the point of orgasm, and he hadn't even touched me in the place I needed most.

He played his tongue over my navel, as his fingers passed lightly over my lower lips, collecting the moisture there. He brought his fingers to his mouth.

"You're wet again, my love ..."

"I need you, Rick."

"Your wish is my command," he said as he sat back, and I settled over him.

The first touch of our intimate centers had us both sighing. I let myself fall gently onto his erection, penetrating me to the bottom in one stroke drawing a loud groan from both of us. We stayed like that until I started to move, slowly at first and then faster and faster, driven by the need for release and my body's anticipation. Suddenly I felt Rick's hand on my waist slowing down my movements.

"Slowly Kate, let it last a little longer. I'm really enjoying the view," he said smiling at me, and I returned his smile timidly.

We began to move again and I felt Rick change the angle of his movements, allowing for deeper penetration, making me moan with pleasure. We started to move in unison, as if we were one body, each thrust more and more rapid, until I felt my body tense up, I felt his hand on my center while at the same time his mouth bit gently on my earlobe, and then I arrived again at the critical peak.

"Oh my God, Rick!" I shouted as the tension released, and the pleasure ran through every pore of my being.

This time Rick gave me no respite. He continued pumping hard and fast, extending my climax past boundaries I never thought I could attain. My body ignited with pleasure, trembled from his touch and strong thrusts, until he too reached his culmination, sending us both over the edge again.

Castle finished above me, collapsing after the grand effort. I stroked his back slowly as he caught his breath. Gradually he showed signs of recovery. I felt his lips on my neck. He propped himself up on his elbow and gazed at me adoringly.

"That was amazing," he said kissing me, and why deny it? Because undoubtedly for me it had also been a great night. A great night sexually, but also in terms of my feelings, because I could not deny it. I loved him. I was in love with him.

TO BE CONTINUED…


Sorry if there are any mistakes, but there was little time to correct. Thank you again. Let me tell you that now I have all the time in the world to focus on the story. I'll be giving some thought to the finale that I have mind. I know I said I was going to take a break after this, but my resolution has failed me already, and I'm already thinking of new stories. I want to ask a question, what is your opinion (for the next story I have in mind)—which of Beckett's exes do you like the least? Don't get too excited, it's not because I'm going to break up Caskett, but it's important for the story…

Thank you all and have a good week, see you on Friday XXOO

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translator: For the rest of the story, see I Learned to Love You by tamyalways, under T rated fics.