So….Yeah. My first attempt at an M rated story. I think it's on the mild end of being an M story. Anway, be kind! Would appreciate feedback. This is totally unbetaed (I should go over it again before posting, but I wanted to get it out there for a few people - Kara! hahaha) Set after 3XK.
Dedicated to the ladies of Robotorgo. (If that doesn't sound like a dirty calendar in the making, I don't know what does.)
Castle closed and locked all the windows to the loft after the squad car had dropped him off at his home, triple checked that Alexis was sleeping soundly in her bed, and even went to peek inside Martha's room. They were asleep exactly where they were supposed to be, and the thought made him breathe a little easier.
There were four text messages on his iPhone from Gina; but he wasn't ready to talk yet. At least, not ready to talk to her. Every nerve in his body was still on edge from the experience, the words of the triple killer burned into his memory forever. He poured himself a drink in his study, wondering, as he looked out the window, if that son of a bitch was looking back at him.
He almost dropped his glass when he heard a soft knock at the door, and grabbed his phone to call Beckett at the first sign of trouble. He tiptoed from his office to the door, moving slowly to see who was standing outside. Castle let out a sigh of relief when he saw Beckett, and opened up the door. "Hi."
"Wine?" She asked, holding up the bottle with a small smile. "Someone very wise told me it's always good to decompress, and nothing decompresses like wine."
"How'd you know I'd still be awake?" He asked.
"Johnson gave me a call after they dropped you off. I figured with all the windows in this place it'd take you a while to check all of them, and I'll guess you've probably checked on Alexis at least three times, too."
"Right on the money." He said, leading her into his study.
"You don't deserve to be alone right now, either. So, I'm here as long as you need me. We can talk, you can fill me in on this new boyfriend Alexis has, or we can just sit here and drink this wine until you fall asleep." Beckett's nerves were still a little on edge, too, after the incident in the hotel room. She'd left Josh a message that she was pulling late duty doing paperwork, but he was on call for the weekend, anyway. A part of her didn't want to be alone quite yet, either.
Neither of them brought up their current relationship parters, though, as Castle poured two glasses of wine. "It was her boyfriend." He said. At Beckett's look of confusion, he elaborated. "The secret admirer I was telling you about. I was so afraid it was our triple killer, but it was actually Ashley."
"That's good." She said. "When you told me about it, I was skeptical, too. Part of me wanted to send a squad car down, but that probably would have scared her boyfriend even more than you scared him with that gun."
He chuckled. "Not my finest moment. Did she tell you about that?"
"She did."
They sat in silence for a few moments, before Castle tipped back the rest of his glass. "Does this feeling go away?"
She finished her glass, holding it out so he could refill hers after his own. "Tonight? Absolutely not. I could sugarcoat, lie, but you'd know better." Now it was her turn to reach for his hand and grasp it in her own. "A part of you already knows that. You won't be the same. You'll learn from it. You reassess what's important, who's important."
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Two hours and two bottles of wine later, Castle and Beckett were sitting next to each other on the floor, leaning against his desk and laughing. About what? Castle wasn't even sure anymore. What he was sure of was the fact that for this little time, he wasn't afraid. A little tipsy, sure, with the combination of wine and Kate's presence fogging his consciousness.
"You doing all right, Castle?" Kate asked, waving a hand in front of his face.
"Yeah." He looked over at her. "Maybe it's time to try to sleep. We've had quite a bit of wine." He said as he gestured to the empty bottles.
"It's a good thing you can just decide to have the day off tomorrow." She said dryly. "Ryan, Esposito, and I have a date with some paperwork tomorrow. Captain Montgomery said we could come in in the afternoon, so I'm taking advantage of that."
"I think I'm going to keep Alexis home tomorrow. Maybe we'll go to the museum."
She smiled again, trying to situate herself to stand up after he did. "I think I might need a hand. Been sitting down here too long."
He stretched out a hand to pull her from the ground, and then used both to steady he when he pulled a little too hard. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the already impossibly closeness between their bodies, maybe it was all of that combined with the fact Castle had almost died earlier that night, but the energy in the room teemed with electricity.
The distance between them closed in a searing kiss, tongues dueling as they tried to devour the other. At the moment, this wasn't about romance. Emotional walls had been broken down that night, but the time to deal with that wasn't right now. This was about needing; needing to connect to another person on the most basic level, needing, for at least one night, to know that someone else had the same problems that you did.
Kate didn't know who started kissing who, but she did know that a part of her was screaming that this was wrong. Josh was probably saving a life right now, and here she was, not caring about the lack of oxygen in her system and trying to unbutton the shirt that Castle was wearing.
Castle had thought about locking lips with Beckett from their very first meeting three years ago. Back then, he envisioned a random hookup, and right now, he envisioned anything but that. However, his body had other ideas and his arms were moving to pull her shirt up and over her head. Their lips parted to only allow clothes to be taken off, and another moment where they stared into each others eyes again, connecting over their experiences of the night.
It was as if talking was going to break the spell over the two as Castle led her through the other door of his study to the bedroom, but it was here that he got his first real chance to look at Kate Beckett. She'd changed her clothes since the hotel, and right now she was in a simple white cotton bra and blue jeans. A part of her look vulnerable, but at the same time, she was the strongest person Castle knew.
She made short work of his own blue jeans, and he in turn flipped her over so he could pull hers off as well. His lips sought out her neck, tracing light kisses down her collarbone, and then down her body as he savored her taste. Josh was the last thing on her mind as his mouth closed around one nipple, and his hand teased the other. There was a line of fire in her body from where Castle had touched, and she had a hard time remembering the last time she felt like this.
He loved feeling her hands play with his hair, and didn't ignore her when she started to tug up on his hair. They stared at each other again before Castle leaned in for a slower kiss, taking his time to explore her mouth. She was completely naked in front of him, and he had more questions about her than ever. Kate Beckett would never cease to be a mystery; she would always leave him wanting to know more.
She had her time to play with him, letting her hands roam his body and her lips following suit. She found a sweet spot on his shoulders that she payed extra attention to, enjoying the gasps of pleasure that slipped out of his mouth. They fit; more than she ever thought they would, and the feeling was incredible. It was an unspoken rule that they'd be using some kind of birth control; Beckett was relieved when Castle seemed to be on the same page as she was.
Castle kissed both cheeks and her forehead before finally capturing her lips again, slowly sliding into her body as he did so. He could feel Beckett bite his lip in response, and he tightened his arms around her. Time seemed to stop as they moved in synch with one another, hands and hearts reaching out, touching, and exploring.
For one moment in time, two people could forget, and just be. They would have to deal with another set of challenges and the consequences of their actions tomorrow, but that was a day away and right now, consequences didn't matter. For one night, life didn't exist outside of a certain two story loft in the middle of New York City.
So, there it is! Hope you liked it.
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