Disclaimer: I don't own, write for, or produce Castle.
A/N: This story picks up at the end of the infamous scene in the hotel room in 3x22 To Love and Die in LA but it's my own take on how the story could have continued. Further proof that I don't have anything to do with Castle. All mistakes are my own and further comments will be at the end. Enjoy.
Kate Beckett silently closed the door to her room for the second time that night, her thoughts and emotions a tangled maelstrom in her head. Castle had been so sweet and no one, not even Beckett, could deny that there was chemistry between herself and the writer who had gradually become her best friend. She had been so close to just closing the distance between them right there on that couch in a hotel suite in LA, but she hadn't. She had chickened out and fled to her room. The first time she closed the door she could do nothing but lean back against the bright cherry red door and wonder what had just happened. She knew now that she loved Castle and she was certain he had feelings for her as well. She just didn't know how deeply those feelings ran. She had been ready to take the plunge once before and had been burned when he had walked away from her for the summer with his ex-wife. Was that what she was afraid of: rejection? No, she had seen the look in his eyes. He had wanted to kiss her just as badly as she had wanted to kiss him. So what was the problem? Why had she run?
When Kate realized she didn't have an adequate answer to that question it dawned on her that she didn't need to run from him any longer. She was ready. It was clear that Castle wanted to be more than friends and this was her opportunity. All she had to do was open that door and go back out to him. It wouldn't even require an explanation she was sure. All she had to do was go back to Castle and he would welcome her with open arms. And so that's what she did, she opened that door to go back to the man she loved… Only to find that he wasn't there. Beckett looked up from the couch where she had expected to find him waiting just in time to see his bedroom door click shut behind him.
Once again Kate Beckett's courage failed her. It was one thing to walk back into the emotionally charged room and join the man on the couch, but it was something else entirely to walk across that same room to knock on his door. The moment for action had passed and to follow him now would require talking and explanations. Words were one thing that Kate knew without a doubt weren't her weapon of choice. Castle was the wordsmith, not her. She spoke through actions and so she resigned herself to wait for another opportunity to show him how she felt in a way that she was much more well-versed in. When Kate shut her door the second time, she had no idea just how soon that opportunity would arrive.
Beckett worked to shove her swirling emotions back into that box deep within herself so that she could relax enough to go to sleep. After all, she still had to find the man who had killed Royce, and in order to do that she needed rest. Try as she might though, she couldn't keep thoughts of Castle out of her head that night. She found herself imagining what would have happened had she opened that door and found her partner still sitting on the couch where she had left him.
She would have walked across the room to him to claim her spot next to him on the sofa. Reaching out with a hand she could have slid her warm palm against his cheek to cup his face while he stared at her with a mixture awe and confusion and hope. It would have taken such little effort to pull his face towards hers where their lips would meet in a kiss that wasn't tinged with the fear and desperation of their undercover kiss several months before. Passion would ignite between the two and clothes would fly. They may not even make it to a bed before becoming consumed by that passion and joining together for the first time.
Images of their slick, naked bodies grinding and thrusting against one another in an age old dance flooded the forefront of Kate's mind and she was filled with a growing sense of arousal. Warmth spread from her core through her body to the very tips of her fingers and toes and she knew that if she were to check, she'd find herself wet, her labia engorged with heated blood, and her clit standing at attention sensitive to every touch.
There was no way she would be able to relax enough to sleep without finding release and with Castle several closed doors away she didn't see the harm in providing the relief for herself that she had hoped to get from him that night.
Kate pulled her loose purple top off over her head where it was tossed in a bundle at the foot of the bed, followed quickly by her bra. She slid a hand up her side, lightly tickling her sensitive skin until she could cup her right breast in her hand. She molded the flesh in her hand, rolling and pinching her nipple until it came to attention in a hardened peak her left hand soon joining in and giving the same attention to her other breast. Beckett continued to tease herself with one hand while she moved the other slowly down her body until it came into contact with the elastic of her tight fitting black yoga pants. Slipping her fingertips under the waistband she released a breath she didn't even realize she had been holding.
Both hands now engaged to shuck off her pants and simple bikini panties in one sure movement, baring her wet core to the cooler air of the hotel room. Kate teased around her entrance with her index finger, dragging some of the moisture found there up her slit to her clit. Repeating the move she circled her clit with one finger, not quite touching yet. When she could take it no longer Beckett pushed one finger as deep as she could into her warm, wet heat, her breath hissing through her teeth at the sensation.
A second finger joined the first and she couldn't help but compare the size of two of her slender fingers to a single one of Castle's. It quickly became him in her mind with his fingers buried deep within her sopping folds, thrusting quickly in and out. "Oh Castle" she sighed, her breath coming in gasps now punctuated by the occasional low moan deep in her throat.
Rick Castle watched the woman of his dreams walk away from him again. For just a moment, as he stared into her expressive hazel eyes, he thought that she was going to lean forward and kiss him, but then Kate stood and ran back to the relative safety of her own room.
He should have known better, Castle berated himself. He knew that the situation with Kate was complicated and he knew her better than to think that she would give in to his charms that easily no matter how emotionally charged the situation became. Kate Beckett was a challenging, intriguing woman but he was determined to find a way to break through her defenses. He just had to find the key to getting into Kate Beckett's heart first.
With these thoughts in mind Castle stood and made his way back to his own room. He shut the door and leaned back against it, releasing a sigh. He had been so sure that he had got through to her for a moment, looking back at the moment.
No, enough. Kate Beckett had been running circles around him for nearly three years and it was time to confront her about what had just happened; about what had been happening between them for years. There was something there, he knew it. He just had to get Kate to admit it too.
With one more deep, fortifying breath Castle opened his door and walked back across the living area to Kate's doorway. He paused with his hand raised to knock when he heard a gasp coming from the other side of the door. Was something wrong? Was she hurt or crying? Should he just go in?
"Castle…" he heard in a low breath voice that undeniably belonged to his partner.
The man in question lowered his hand and moved closer to the door trying to figure out what was happening on the other side of the cherry lacquered wood, not sure what he was supposed to do. It sounded like… but no, it couldn't be. Castle's eyes widened in shock and arousal as he realized the noises coming from the other side of the door were those of a woman masturbating, and that woman had to be one Kate Beckett.
"Oh, Castle" he heard again and jumped away from the door as if it had scalded him, thinking he had been caught but when Beckett didn't come storming out to shoot him he approached once again. A moment later he realized that she had no idea he was there. On the contrary, she was imagining him while she was getting herself off!
Castle felt his member jump to attention in his fitted dress pants. As much as he wanted to he couldn't open the door for fear of being killed, or worse, castrated but he wasn't strong enough to just walk away either. Instead, he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his now fully hardened cock out through the slit in his boxers. Rubbing his thumb over the engorged head he spread the small bead of moisture that had collected there before wrapping his hand in a loose fist around his hot flesh and began pumping up and down. Spurred on ever faster by the sounds of the woman on the other side of the door in the throes of passion.
Kate thrust a third finger into her body riding her hand with a desperation she hadn't felt for a very long time. "Oh yes, Rick, right there." She groaned as she curled her fingers within her body and pressed her thumb hard against her clit.
With one final strangled cry, Beckett felt the waves of her climax washing over her, her back arched tight as a hunters bow. She felt as if she had broken into a million tiny pieces as she rode out her orgasm, her fingers slowing, trying to prolong her pleasure for as long as she could until she collapsed back onto the mattress breathing heavily.
When her breathing slowed she became aware of the grunts drifting towards her ears from across the room that she couldn't hear before due to the sounds escaping her own mouth. Standing up on shaky legs, Beckett walked curiously towards the door to the rest of the suite.
She gasped in shock when she heard the familiar deep voice on the other side of the bright red door. "Kate!"
She reached for the handle and depressed it without thinking, throwing the door open to reveal the site of Richard Castle standing outside her door with his hand wrapped tightly around his shaft, pumping frantically, his eyes closed as he cried out her name again.
"Castle?!"
A/N cont: So what do you all think? Is it going alright so far? I promise not to leave you all hanging for long. I know where the next chapter is going and it should be up in a day or two. After that though I'm asking for your help. I want to continue this story and dig farther into their relationship after LA. I have some ideas for some fun once they're back in New York. No, not necessarily the smutty kind of fun, although I'm sure some of that can be worked in. Anyways, I'm interested in what you guys would like to see in this story out of these characters. I love getting your input and it really helps me develop ideas for future chapters, so basically, the more ideas I get from you guys, the longer I can keep this story going before I run out of things to write. Please, let me know what you think. Thanks all!
