"I had such a great time, Castle. Thank you for this." She smiles that wide eyed smile, all teeth and happiness and dare he hope love radiating from her. The whole evening was pleasant. Kate fits in with his family as if she's been a part of it since the beginning.
"Thank you for saving my life. And mothers."
"That's what partners do," she chuckles, the amount of wine she consumed putting her voice at a higher intonation than normal. It's adorable and suits her in a way he'd never expect. "No need to keep thanking me."
The entire dinner they ignored the elephant in the room, their interrupted moment hanging between them with every flick of her eyes and every accidental touch.
She pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth and locks gazes with him from across the couch. Her glass sitting nearly empty in her loose palm and he wonders how she's getting home.
"You know," he starts, his voice low as if they're sharing a secret. "You could stay here tonight. Take the guest room and sleep off all this wine."
"I'm not drunk, Castle. If that's what you're implying." And suddenly it looks like the same moment they shared in a hotel room across the country. The desire for her is still strong, growing into something he no longer can control.
"No. Just want to make sure you're safe."
"I'll catch a cab." She stands then, unwrapping her endless legs from under herself to stretch. She stretches up, not out, and her shirt slowly rides up her stomach; it exposes a flat, pale plane of skin that he wishes he could touch. He wants to run his finger over all of it, swirl it around her belly button and feel her skin meld with his.
She pulls the shirt down before he can go too far in his fantasy.
Kate steps into her heels she tossed behind the couch and he retrieves her coat from the chair in the dining room.
"Do you think you'll be okay without me?" she teases as she turns so he can help her with her coat.
"No, without you I'm hopeless," he replies, pulling her hair from her collar after she puts her arms through the sleeves. When she turns to face him, her eyes have glazed over and her mouth is a rueful smile.
"I'm really glad you're alive."
"Me too." He shoves his hands in his pockets and looks at her shyly, knowing he's blushing.
Kate sighs then, the only time he's ever seen her whole body deflate with it, her shoulders sagging, and her muscles practically giving out.
And then without moving her feet Kate slams her face into his, only her mouth lands on his and the weight from her body keeps her there.
Her eyes are squeezed shut tight and she lets out a long "mmmmm" before she realizes what she's doing and abruptly pushes him away. But because her entire body was leaning into him, pushing him away almost makes her fall over. She catches herself by his shoulders, but when he meets her eyes they're wide with horror.
"I'm so sorry."
He wants to ask what she's sorry for. She can kiss him whenever she'd like, but she's covering her mouth and heading towards the door before he can even fully process what's happened.
"Kate," he calls, but she doesn't respond. He grabs her by the elbow and pulls her to meet his eye before she can reach the door and then her lips are back on his before he can ask her what made her do it.
Her hands are in his hair and she's clinging to him as if he's her only life source. He wraps his arms around her middle, his fingers clawing into her back, itching to touch her soft, pale skin. He groans when her pelvis knocks into his and she does a slow grind against him, her chest meshing with his. He wants to lift her up, have those sinful legs wrap around him and-
She's pulling away. His entire body goes rigid from cold air she leaves in her wake.
"Kate, what are we doing?"
"Something we shouldn't be. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. Goodnight Castle."
Kate continues stalking off towards the door. It takes her while to realize that the reason it won't open is because he's got his hand holding it closed.
She lays her head against the coolness of the door and he crowds behind her. The heat of their bodies mixing together, joining them as one.
"Kate," he whispers, desperate for her to face him. He needs to see she won't regret this, that this won't be something that they just decide to forget about.
When she faces him her eyes are sorrowful, but she kisses him again. And this time it's him who sighs.
He could get use to this. The heat of her mouth, the dancing of their tongues, the singing of their hearts. She's magic, like fireworks and flowers on a rainy day.
Her arms are secure around his neck and so he places his hands under her thighs and lifts her, which aligns, ahem, their parts perfectly. He growls when she arches her back and takes his lip between her teeth, making his knees go weak, and he pushes her harder into the door. His palms are sweaty and his heart, dear God, his heart is beating so quickly it might just give out.
She's killing him, killing him with these too sexy sounds and her soft, full lips, and fuck her body is just everything he needs. She fits against him like they're the last two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
"Cas- Castle we need to sta- stop, mmm." She pulls away to speak, but his lips find her neck and then his tongue peaks out to taste her creamy skin and she's back to moaning. Her butt cheeks are clenching tighter and tighter against his palms and her thighs are quaking. Kate's breathing is getting out of control and with nowhere to run all she can do is give in.
"Do you wanna stop?" he husks, kissing her jaw and squeezing her thighs.
"No!" she squeaks, panting and she rests her head in defeat against the door. "I want you."
She looks him dead in the eye then, her expression serious, but her eyes are filled with desire, raw and wet. "God, I want you," she repeats latching her mouth back to his.
Heat runs from the tops of his head down to his shaft at her words, tripling his longing for her. And wow, he's so in love with her, he never wants this moment to end, wants to have her body aligned with his for the rest of his life.
"Take me to bed, Ca-"
"Hey, Dad I-"
Shit. "Alexis?"
"Putmedown, Castle," Kate practically mumbles, speaking to fast.
"OHMYGOD. I'm sorry!" Alexis yells before slapping a hand over her eyes. "I didn't see anything." She bounds back up the stairs before anyone can speak.
Castle looks at Beckett, whose face is flushed and is still breathing as if she only has one lung.
"Kate I still-"
"I should go. Really this time."
If she leaves now, his heart won't be able to take it. But she kisses him goodnight, a quick peck on his mouth before racing out the door.
He stands stunned for half a second before following her out the loft. She's stepping into the elevator when he stops her, is able to yell through the doors before they close on him.
"This happened, Kate. We won't forget it."
She just looks forlorn when the doors do finally close and he's left standing alone.
Just a little something I was forced to write :P I hope you all enjoyed it nonetheless.
