Hi,
Castle makes up in a rather...ODD position while he and Kate must hope that Detectives Ryan and Esposito can reach him before the dawn.
I've put a high rating because I'm paranoid that it's not really suitable for teenagers but then again knowing my peers they'll read it anyway.
So enjoy and don't kill me.
I don't own Castle or Beckett or this probably would have happened by now.
Castle can feel a weight upon his chest his head is pounding as he struggles to open his eyes. When the world begins to focus he sees the reason for the pressure upon his body. A rather scantily clad woman lays entwined with him.
The fog in his head is painful yet he cannot remember drinking any alcohol, unless his mother has snuck some into his coffee again. But he thinks further and soon realises that the last thing he can remember is being at the park, on his way to a crime scene. Kate had been with him though, surely she wouldn't have let anything bad happen to him, she is his friend after all.
The woman stirs and lets out a soft, incredibly sexy moan and Castle's eyes shoot in her direction, going wide as realisation dawns. The woman is shifts in her sleep, her expression peaceful, she seems happy in his arms. He watches mesmerized by the moment. Long has he yearned to hold her like this.
Her hair falls down over her face so he moves to gently move it but his hand is yanked back, confused he looks upwards to find his wrist cuffed to the headboard. Panic spreads through him at this until he sees the cuffs as being hers. He had scratched her initials into it when she wasn't looking one day.
Woar! Either she likes it kinky, or we are in deep trouble.
He looks down at their entwined bodies, each detail making his heart pound harder. Some say he got lucky while others say he's doomed some simply blow his mind as he tries to memorize the way she fits so perfectly with him.
His shirt is gone, he realises as his companion moves, her touch sending tingles over his bare skin. Electricity soars through him as she snuggles closer, more of her skin making contact with his own. She moves her hand to place it above his heart but begins to stir when the action causes her other hand to be pulled from its position. She wakes at this.
Within seconds Kate Beckett is wide awake and very aware of her close proximity to Rick Castle.
Startled she tries to sit up but finds that the length of rope joining her wrists does so on the other side of the handsome author. Before she can get very far, the rope pulls her back, forcing her to remain in his embrace.
The realisation makes her look at their positions as she picks out the different cuffs and ropes keeping them like this. Her cuffs chain his right wrist to the headboard while his left is attached to the belt loop of his jeans. She frowns.
He wasn't wearing any jeans earlier, I would have noticed. Jeans are hot on him.
She dismisses the thought, annoyed at herself for thinking it. She has denied herself such thoughts. He follows her gaze, testing the strength of the bond to find it unbreakable, by him at least. Then he notices the whole wearing jeans thing.
"I don't remember putting these on, wait I don't remember owning these, I like them though. I haven't worn jeans this style since college. And I guess it's been just as long since you last wore a skirt like that. I like it on you though."
She looks down, fully realising her clothing situation, an awful thought reaches her mind, she tries to put it off, but she can feel the worry beginning to spread through her veins.
"I'm half naked, and you comment on the skirt that someone has put on me. I just don't know what to make of that Castle, I really don't."
"Well, I think this look is good for you, you look so hot in that lace bra. Tell me is this usual attire for you?"
She buries her head into his muscled chest as she refuses to answer, her legs automatically try to shift as she does so, only to meet more restrictions. Testing the bonds, Kate pulls her knee up only to get a reaction from Castle as the length of rope joining her thighs together hits a rather sensitive part. Moving her feet now, she tries to put some distance between his bare feet and hers, she finds that her left foot is cuffed to his right one and her left is bound to his right knee. She looks at the situation she has been put in and once again buries herself in him.
Castle can hear her thinking and knows that were he to interrupt now, he would regret it and so he stays silent, revelling in her touch. It is not long before she speaks again.
"Yes, Castle, This is mine which means that if the briefs match, I'm safe right."
"Ooh, I like this conversation, never thought we'd have one like this though. Actually are you still drugged? This isn't like you?"
"Castle, I can't reach my waist to check, you can."
The realisation hits him and Kate can see the panic on his features, it is soon gone however as he composes his reply.
"Right, I close my eyes and move the waistband, you check and then tell me when to let go and open my eyes again."
I'm impressed Castle, you're trying to be a gentleman."
"For you, Kate, of course"
"Kate?"
"If I call you by your surname now I will be turned on every time someone says it and I know you don't want that. Even I know that would be inappropriate. But if I call you Kate, I won't really get turned on that much more than usual, after all I'm usually already in that state when I use your name. Either that or it's the last thing on my mind. I'm babbling now, aren't I?"
"You have a point there, Rick. I can feel your happiness from here."
She draws out his name as she says it, not bothering to hide her smirk as his jaw drops. Slowly she begins to draw circles across his skin with her finger, letting out a satisfied sigh when he tenses.
"Erm, Kate. We've been kidnapped, stripped, changed and tied together...to a bed, now may not be the time to fufil my dreams."
As he speaks, she walks her fingers up his chest, as much as she can with her bonds, and he struggles to get out the last few words. Just as he thinks she'll back off she speaks.
"Your dreams, Rick? What about mine? Mind you they're going to be really vivid now"
"Ok, once we escape we will talk about this and maybe even date or act some out."
He wiggles his eyebrows at her, his meaning clear.
"Rick?"
"Yes Kate."
"How do we escape?"
"I don't know, you're the cop!"
"You're the writer, use your imagination. I go after criminals not escape from them!"
They stare at one another, both painfully aware that their conversation is moot. They cannot escape without breaking the bonds and they can't manage that.
"We're doomed Kate DOOMED!"
"Castle, calm down, try and be macho will you? Now can you guess where we are?"
"Hotel, a posh one I'd say. So we'll be found eventually by a screaming maid no doubt. Then it'll all hit the fan. Or rather the press."
"Shit"
"My sentiments exactly, I'm no stranger to bad photos of myself but I don't want that for you, especially since nothing has happened, yet."
Yet again she buries herself into him, as he tries to comfort her, in her current clothing state it would be stupid to assume that she doesn't feel vulnerable, especially considering their positions.
"Any chance of the boy's saving us first?"
"Depends on how long we've been gone and what leads they have, but we'll have comments from them for weeks, you know that right?"
"Yeah I know, but rather them than the whole world. We were taken in the morning and it looks like night so they definitely know we're missing, God I hope someone has Alexis"
"Rick, she'll be fine and the boy's wouldn't let her be by herself, you know that. Looks like it'll be the morning before we can get free. Wonder why someone has done all this."
Castle looks around the room, craning his neck to do so. The moonlight makes the room glow casting a magical light over a half eaten meal for two, set out on the table, and random pieces of clothing that scatter the floor. Realisation hits him. Someone set this up for the papers, but what would that gain anyone.
Later, as the hours begin to lighten, the pair lie asleep still in the same position but the restraints obvious to anyone entering. They sleep soundly, still getting over the drugs but so comfortable in one another's arms. With dawn the door bangs open with enough force to wake Castle, him being the fastest to recover from the sedative.
Javier Esposito freezes at the sight before him, his gun still drawn. Behind him his partner, Kevin Ryan, does the same, neither knowing what to do.
"Huh, guys, we need help. Being tied to a beautiful woman isn't everything it's cracked up to be."
The two detectives share a look, the disbelief clear on their faces, Castle decides to push.
"Come on guys, she'll be pissed if she wakes any you're just staring at her. Please just find her some clothes and let us free, I need to pee."
Looking at one another again the two friends realise that making Castle wait is not worth the wrath of their boss so while Ryan breaks the bonds for them Esposito finds a blanket for Kate. Once the two are standing the boys step outside to make some calls, leaving the two alone once more.
"So, Detective, happy to be free?"
"Yeah, it's nice to be able to stand and move." She pauses, biting her lip as if to stop her from speaking further. She moves closer to him, keeping eye contact the whole time before gently kissing him. It's nothing epic or passionate just enough to have him wanting more. Smiling she steps back before continuing her words.
"We'll talk later ok Rick but right now I really need to pee."
With that she walks off, her hips swaying with her confident stride, the blanket on the floor by his feet.
Ok so to be completely honest I have no idea where this came from. I'm not sure if I'll make a fic out of this or continue with some more one shots of awkward situations that the two end up in.
Please review; I don't know what I think of this so it would be really nice to know what you do.
I hope that makes sense. Probably not on the same timeline as Guinevere's Terror unless I somehow make it fit, which I may, depending on what you lot think about it.