Dedicated to the flawless Emily, penname ekc293, tumblr battlewhispers. Go read her stories. Now. You won't regret it. (She's amazing!)
"Son of a bitch!" Castle exclaims as he pushes away from his desk to rub his eyes. "Damn writing deadlines. Stupid job, why did I ever get into this profession? Deadlines, no sleep, caffeine…"
He returns to the laptop, the anger fueling him. It's just writing. He can do this. He's Richard Castle after all, best seller author, kickass boyfriend –
Kate walks in, carrying a cup of coffee and a plate of cookies, wearing only one of his shirts. His eyes drift from her face down the curve of her body, spending forever on the length of her legs. "So how goes it?"
He sighs. "Terribly." As she approaches to put down the food and mug, he grips her hips, pulls her closer. "You sure we can't procrastinate a bit, go get the bed crumpled? You know, I don't really need to write." His hand moves down, dancing at the hem of the shirt, fingertips brushing the soft skin of her thigh. "I've got a lot of money saved up."
She pulls away, swatting his hand. "Write, Castle. How many pages do you have left?"
He pouts, turning back to the keyboard. "Three to write, twenty left to edit." He grabs the cup of coffee and drinks.
"You better write quickly, Castle." Her words are laced with urgency, and when he looks at her, she arches her eyebrow at him before unfastening one button. "Otherwise…" Her fingers deftly undo another button, and he's staring at them, willing them to continue, desperate to see more of her. "Write." His eyes flicker up to hers. "Now."
He turns back to the keyboard, following the command. He needs to get this chapter done as quickly as possible. Fingers flying, he misses as the fabric of the shirt falls to the floor and the door of his bedroom closes.
As he's finishing the seventh page of editing, he sneaks a look backwards towards his bedroom. Seeing the shirt on the floor, he swallows a groan and forces the words to come faster. His prose is beautiful, the sex hot and tangible, the words defying definition. Without a doubt, this is some of his best writing ever, and all he can think about is the woman waiting for him in his bed.
Saving the document, he closes his laptop, before he leaps from his chair. "Alright! It's time to get sexed up!"
The bedroom door opens and an arm emerges, pulling him in by the front of his shirt. "Finally!"
It closes with a loud thump.