After the finale I needed to write about their beginning. I don't want to think about last night until September, which I'll be glued to the TV waiting for. Right now I want the sexual tension and hotness of what could have happened somewhere in season 3. This AU goes off kilter during "Lucky Stiff". If you need to vent leave me a review, I'll answer! This is probably just a two shot. Look for my entry into the Castle Hiatus Ficathon in the next few days! Please review Follows and faves are great, but it can't get better without your words!
He kept telling himself this was not a date. He paced while he waited in the confines of her living room. This undercover op is aimed at catching a notorious drug dealer, but all he could think about is that they were going to a club and he was about to see a side of Beckett he had never seen before. His imagination was getting the best of him, until he looked up and saw her.
When she steed out of her bedroom in that tiny excuse for a dress his reaction stunNed her. The oxygen in the room had dissipated. Castle's clear blue eyes had turned dark and stormy as he openly devoured her with his eyes. His fingers stretched and curled at his side, as he tried to stifle the instinctive need to touch her, feel her skin ripple with need under his hand. A hot lustful feeling surged low in her stomach as she watched him take her in. She opened her mouth to chastise him, but the words got caught in her throat, because as much as she denied it to others, Kate Beckett loved the affect she has on him.
She slinked by him, her eyes roamed hungrily over his body as she walked to the door. The air between them crackled with delicious sexual tension.
"You coming, Castle?" Her voice is warm and velvety, betraying her, as she looked over her shoulder at him.
Castle took her coat off the hook by the door, he held it for her to slip into. His knuckles skimmed over the bare skin of her exposed shoulder, causing her flesh to pucker under his fingers. He watched as a chill visibly coursed though her body, and she stills, closes her eyes, and dropped her head forward, tried to control her treacherous body. He wanted nothing more than to move her hair to the side and feast on the warm, supple, skin at the base of her neck. It's taking everything in him not to push her up against the door and mold his body warmly against her. It's taking everything in her not to let him.
The ride to the loft is full of tension. It started when he opened the door to let her into the car. The dress slid dangerously high up her thigh as she maneuvered in. He couldn't take his eyes off of the flawless skin. She looked at him through fluttering lashes and gave him a shy smile, she knows he's had a good look and was enjoying his reaction. All the way to the loft she smiled as she repeatedly caught him glaring at her legs. When she caught him sneaking a glimpse at her cleavage, the warmth that had spread through her midsection, erupt throughout her body. An unquenched ache scoured through her making her tremble with need. She drew in her bottom lip with her teeth. From the corner of her eye she watched him react and a small groan escaped him. Her eyes immediately lifted to his and she saw everything.
Holding the keys temptingly before her, he babbled about the power of his Ferrari. She snatched the keys away from him in an instant, and left him staring after her. The chance to drive his Ferrari only fueled into her exotic desires tonight. It's invigorating to have so much power under her and only it succeeded in revving her up even more. She forced her eyes on the road the entire time, because watching him would have been extremely dangerous. He wore a red shirt with one more button open than usual, and damn if it wasn't doing it for her, more than she'd like to admit.
The club's packed with wall to wall bodies and she started dancing as soon as she got in the door. Bodies slithered against them, but it'a her body that he's acutely aware of. He placed his hands on her just to stay connected to her as she walks through the club.
Heading towards the bar his body collided softly against her, and the feel of her body brushing against him sends raw needs coursing through his veins. For a moment he closed his eyes. Her body swayed to the rhythm against him and he's drunk on the steamy contact. The press of his obvious arousal against the small of her back caused her to instinctively step against him. Her head swung back against his shoulder as she pressed against him harder. His fingers splayed across her stomach holding her tightly against him leave burning trails of desire that has them both dizzy. She hears him say her name on a breath and she felt it to the tips of her toes.
Her arms swing to the beat of the music over her head as she turned to face him. Her body swayed to the thumping beat. They rocked against each other in a dance of passion and lust. He snaked his hands around the curve of her waist, molding her against him. Kate's breath swirls against his neck as she nuzzled her nose against the shell of his ear, "Castle, we'll be continuing this later, but for right now, get us some drinks and keep your eyes peeled for Oz, okay?" Castle tried to hold his composure as Beckett's hair whispered across his face. The smell of cherries played havoc with his senses.
"Okay." He whispered to himself as she started to moves across the dance floor. He can't help but stare after Beckett's short skirt as she danced away. She stops and gives him a heart stopping look, but he suspects that she's as turned on as he is.
He watched her flirt from the bar. She's good and it doesn't take her long to get close to the suspect. Who in their right mind would suspect a cop in that outfit? Castle felt the bile rise as he watched Oz undress her with his eyes. Watches as he touched her. He put the drink down before he shattered the glass. When Oz's hand moved towards her knee Castle moved towards his table. Then in a blink of an eye it was over. The body guard laid on the floor clutching his crotch in debilitating pain, and Oz was face planted against the table. There was something extremely hot about her handcuffing a Oz in that outfit, especially when she finally threw back the drink before we left.
At the precinct Oz spilled everything they needed to know. Big time dealer squeaked like a chicken when confronted with Federal jail time. It took no time to process him and start his paper work. Castle couldn't keep his eyes off her, he wanted to get her alone. Oz was no match for her especially when she and Castle had some pressing unfinished business to take care of.
Just a small reminder to all our wonderful fandom. We may not agree on last nights episode, but please do not attack the writers, actors and crew. They are doing their jobs, and that job has given us all tons of pleasure. Whether you agree or not, no one has a right to be cruel, name call, or attack another person. Andrew Marlowe own our wonderful show, we don't and we don't get to tell him what to do, or how to do it. I'm not going to quit until the wheels fall off! So, though I cried and didn't like last nights show..."In Marlowe, In Stana, In Nathan, in the rest of the cast of Castle, I Trust!"