Too Close

(I swear the title has nothing to do with the song 'Too Close' by Next, I was NOT listening to that song whilst writing this...I don't even own that song...honest)

Round late season three, Josh still in the picture (I know, right?), no smut yet but next chapter...

Chapter 1

He was too close, way too close. Kate could feel his hard chest meet hers with every deep breath he inhaled, and then felt the glorious rush of air caress her face as he exhaled. She was trapped. He had her pinned, her back was forced against the grimy wall where one of his hands were pressed to either side of her head. Even if it had not been for the physical barriers his muscular body imposed, what with the captivating twinkle in his piercing blue eyes and the intoxicating temptation of the aroma that screamed him, she still couldn't have pried herself away from Castle.

Somewhere, deep in the back of her whirring mind there was a tiny part of her brain screaming at her to see some sense and flee, Come on, walk away. One foot first, then the other. Nothing, he had her entranced, had her completely under his spell.

She knew he was speaking, she knew because she could see his lips moving, but she found herself incapable of processing a word he was saying. Obsessed instead by the movement of his perfect lips, the way they parted, the way his tongue moved behind them and the flash of his dazzling white teeth when he smiled. She was bombarded with memories of those lips pressed to hers, all those months ago, and the moment when that kiss had changed from strategic diversion to passionate and very real, in no way an act. The way her lips had parted under his soft assault, the way he tasted on her tongue, the way he had taken her bottom lip between his.

Rick knew it was a huge mistake, knew Beckett could drop him hard on his ass in a split second. But there was always that part of him that without fail, whenever faced with such a perfect opportunity, simply couldn't resist. He couldn't help but test just how much he could provoke a person, test their boundaries, not knowing just how far he could go, how much he get away with. Often such...experiments ended with him on his backside in a puddle. And she was always his favourite person to push.

This childish streak was the very reason he now stood in this dirty alleyway, with Beckett backed up against the wall. It was the reason he had her trapped against him, with his hands pressed to the wall on either side of her head. It was the reason he was breathing soft, teasing seductions to his detective, and the reason he was waiting for that moment when suddenly he would be on his ass wondering how he got there.

"After such a stressful case it's important not to be alone," his voice was a low whisper, a caress, "You should be with a friend, you know, do something life affirming." He grinned down at her. Nothing? He thought to himself, surprised, knowing full well that this should have induced at the very least an eye-roll and a hip and shoulder out of her way. Very well then, he thought, accepting her lack of visible physical reaction as an unspoken challenge.

Unable to resist, he ducked his head even lower so their faces were mere inches apart. With his lips so close to her ear, he slowly breathed out, tickling the sensitive skin on her neck. His soft words, spoken into her hair certainly evoked a reaction from her, but not the one he was expecting.

So close. Suddenly those lips which had so fascinated her were mere inches from her face. She felt his warm breath whisper through her hair. Felt the tiny goose bumps spring up along her arms and shoulders. Felt the tightening in her stomach. Felt the lump form in her throat. God, so close. He was everywhere, his breath, his scent, it was all around her. The only thing she knew in that moment was him.

She felt hair in her fist before she realised her hand had even moved. Felt lips against her neck before she realised she was pressing his head to her. Felt his firm body forced against her before she realised her other hand had grasped the lapels of his jacket, forcing him into her. She heard a startled gasp from her partner before she lost herself entirely in the feel of his mouth on her skin.

All consuming. His response was practically instantaneous. His teeth grazed her skin. She moaned. His tongue darted out, tasting her. She arched her chest into him. His exploring fingers found the bare skin of her stomach under her shirt. She ground her hips against his.

She had never wanted something as bad as she wanted him right then. Years of teasing, years of innuendos, years of tension had brought them to this moment, and she wanted all of it, all of him.

She groaned as his lips found her jaw and travelled towards her mouth.

And then... ah shit, Josh.

And suddenly she was gone. Castle stared, shocked at the empty place against the wall she had inhabited seconds before. Swinging his head around he saw her disappear from the alley and into the bustling street of New York.

So, there that is. I know it's a short chapter and I do have a bit more written, however I blush even thinking about posting it (I wrote it whilst listening to my playlist titled 'Baby Makin Trax'...you can probably figure the rest)! Next chapter would explain the 'M' rating (in case you guys were disappointed that so far there has been no smut). If you guys like this and want more I may be convinced to suck it up and post more (lol suck it up...yeah I'm tired). So let me know, and come say hi on Tumblr... it's pretty much an entirely Castle blog and if you are here I'm guessing you like Castle!

Also I don't really like Authors Notes so you probably won't be seeing many more, I'm just a tad nervous about this one and wanted to chat and get a bit of feedback before posting more!

Thanks!