I most definitely should not be starting another story, but I got this idea in my head and figured, what the hell? This is set sometime after The Limey, but before Headhunters.
Not mine, I just like to borrow with out actually asking.
She didn't hear it at first, too wrapped up in scrubbing the grime of the day from her skin. Just as she moved to shampoo her hair she was shook out of her daze when the knocking grew louder, turning from sharp raps of the knuckle to pounding. Confused, she stepped out from under the spray, shutting the shower off and wrapping herself in a towel. Glancing at the clock she saw it was nearing midnight.
"Coming." She shouted, starting to get annoyed as the knocking persisted. Who the hell thought it was okay to come pounding on her door at 12 in the morning? What kind of inconsiderate moron-
"Castle?" She asked hesitantly after opening the door to him standing there glowering at her. His eyes darkened briefly when he noticed her clothes, or lack thereof, but then the angry expression was back.
"4 years Kate. Does that mean nothing to you?"
All she could do was blink back at him, her brain apparently having taken the night off.
He growled. Actually growled. Wow, he was pissed. She supposed that was better than the passive jackass that had been strutting around the precinct lately, but she was way too tired to fight with him right now.
Stepping back to let him in, he was barely over the threshold before he crashed his lips to hers in a furious kiss.
She grunted in surprise, taking a second to respond, but when she realized what was going on she surrendered to the feel of his hot mouth attached to hers. Soon he was pushing his tongue past her lips and exploring the roof of her mouth with his tongue, his teeth coming down to bite down on her bottom lip. Hard.
"What the fuck, Castle?" But in lieu of an answer he just lowered his lips to her neck, sucking and biting before soothing the skin with the lick of his tongue, and, oh, she was going to be wearing turtlenecks to the precinct for the next week, at least. But she couldn't bring herself to pull away from the magic he was working on her skin. Taking him by the lapels of his dress shirt she dragged his mouth back up to hers, slowing the kiss down. He let her set the pace, but his hands still worked furiously on her skin, touching everywhere and leaving blazing trails over every inch of skin he touched. He pulled away briefly to tug on her towel, watching with darkened eyes as it fell to her living room floor. She could feel his erection pressed against her where they were fused together at the hips. Slowly, afraid that at any moment he would pull away and realize where he was and that he was making out with the women he supposedly hated, she led him towards her bedroom, shutting the door softly before pushing him on the bed and straddling him. And oh, they should really talk, she had so many questions and there was so much hurt between them. Later, they would talk later. This first.
She woke to the warmth of the sun beating down on her skin, her hair illuminated by the light creeping in through the window. The events of last night slowly came back to her and she smiled, rolling over to wake him properly, but she was met with cool sheets. And, huh, his clothes were gone. If it weren't for the fact that she was naked and all her limbs were pleasantly sore, she would've thought she had dreamt all of it up, it wouldn't be the first time.
She threw on a baggy t-shirt and made her way to the kitchen, thinking maybe he was out there making her breakfast, but he was no where to be found. His shoes were gone, too. No note, no anything. As she sunk down onto one of the stools she had this sinking feeling that this was another thing they would never talk about.
She wasn't wrong.
Thoughts? I will hopefully have a new chapter posted soon.