Continuation of Chapter One: Word
Recap: It's Christmas morning. Beckett wants to "get Biblical," but Castle wants to write. She is frustrated.
"I promise you, we will get frisky, and it will be amazing, ok?"
She brightened.
"Just as soon as I've finished this chapter."
Beckett slumped back down onto the bed in disappointment. This was not how she'd pictured spending her first Christmas morning with Castle.
"Ok, nearly done," he said a few minutes later. "Just got to proof-read."
Beckett sighed in exasperation, wondering how long that was going to take.
Castle smirked to himself. Little did she know that hours of balancing a young child on his knee while writing had made him an expert at one-handed typing.
While one hand edited, the other gently rested on her shoulder.
Becket narrowed her eyebrows and looked down when she felt his hand moe to her breasts.
She looked back at him. He was the picture of innocence and concentration, appearing completely engrossed hin his work while his hand was getting tantalisingly lower.
She sat up so he could reach his destination – which he did.
She came apart under his skilled fingers in record time, and when she writhed in pleasure, moaning his name, he couldn't save the document fast enough before stashing the laptop on his bedside table and granting her Christmas Wish three times before noon.
