The sheets were grey, maybe grey blue, and much softer than her own. She was sure she had never been more comfortable than she was now, wrapped up in these sheets, scrawled across his bed, the feel of his fingers laced with hers. She had been wrapped up in his arms when they fell asleep last night, but at some point she had flipped over. Apparently her body craved his touch however because her hand had found his and latched on to it. And now here they laid, her on her stomach, him on his back, at least four feet of empty bed between them, but still connected. Yeah that's the way it had been since day one. No matter the distance between them, they were never really separate.
She hadn't wanted to open her eyes, but she had a habit of staying up late and getting up early so it made sense. But if she wasn't going to sleep, he wasn't going to sleep either. She had better activities in mind. She let go of his hand, rolled over and almost forgot about her little plan when a searing pain shot up her side. She winced silently, tossing the covers away from herself to examine the offending area.
The bruises covering her ribs and abdomen were purple and blue and quite large. Of course Castle chose that moment to wake up. Under normal circumstances she was sure he would love the idea of her completely naked and uncovered in his bed, but not today. Today she was sure he would be shocked by her discolored skin, and she wasn't wrong.
"Kate, oh my God, what happened?" Yeah, shocked is exactly what he was.
"I chased a ninja onto a roof, Rick. This is what I get." She motioned the length of her body with her hand, but he was in no mood for jokes.
"Seriously, it looks really bad. Why didn't you say anything last night?" He skimmed his hand along her abdomen, but she didn't flinch. It hardly hurt. He was being gentle, and she wanted him to touch her. She had wanted him to touch her for a while now, but fear had always been in her way. Well it wasn't in the way anymore, she reminded herself, grabbing hold of his chin and brushing her lips against his.
"I think we both know how preoccupied I was." She let their breath mingle together before kissing him again.
His hand tightened on her hip, and it took effort not to let on that his grip might hurt a little. She wrapped her fingers around his wrist, moving his hand upwards, and sealing her mouth to his. It was just like she remembered it, but memories couldn't hold a candle to what this lack of inhibition felt like. This was real, and they both knew it.
His lips left her own and her eyes fluttered open to reveal his head dipping, lowering his mouth to her neck. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her and fell back into the pillows. From there it was a frenzy of kisses, touches, whispered encouragement and firm confirmation of absolute bliss.
His hands traveled up and down her sides before finding purchase on her breast. His mouth followed his hands, lightly kissing, just enough to tease but not quite enough to please. He couldn't manage to stay away from her mouth for long though, and they frequently found themselves more intoxicated by their dueling tongues than anything else.
Her body was the first to cave, arching into his, betraying her need for him. She could feel his smile on his lips just as much as she could feel his hand slide down her stomach and between her legs. He let just one finger rest on her overly sensitive center and she hummed into his mouth, clearly enjoying every second of this. He increased the pressure, moving slowly, and she reveled in the slow build. He was good at not rushing things.
His free hand found her breast and his lips found her collarbone and she was sure she would die from sensory overload if he continued this way. But it would be a sweet death, probably the best way to die, so she ran her hands through his hair and let out a satisfied gasp when he slipped two fingers inside her to press him onwards.
His pace was excruciating. Just when she thought she would explode he would back off and let her come down from the high only to ramp her up again. She pulled him back to her mouth for a deep kiss, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth and letting her teeth scrape against it. She whispered his name into the side of his neck as she laid open mouthed kisses all along it and he got the message, sliding himself into her fully. She hugged herself tighter to him, digging her nails into his shoulders as she lost it right then. She could hear him laughing, obviously pleased with his performance thus far.
She let herself fall back into the pillows again, and he openly stared, drinking in every ounce of her. He was awfully still though, so she wiggled her hips and smiled.
"Come on Castle, I know we don't have all day," she teased.
He laughed again and moved slowly, pulling himself almost completely out of her before slamming himself back in and she loved it. They found themselves attached at the mouth again. Something about finally being able to kiss him made her never want to stop, but they had to breathe at some point so he diverted his attention to her neck, marking her in more than one place.
She took this opportunity to run her hands along his back, feeling the muscles ripple with his every movement. He was spurred on by her touch, increasing the speed and she wrapped her legs tightly around him to increase the friction. She dug her teeth into her bottom lip, willing herself to hold on until he was ready, but when his hand found its way to her center again she whimpered in pleasure. She could hear him panting now, obviously on the edge so she let herself go and brought him along with her. Yeah, they were just about perfect together.
He didn't collapse on top of her like he had last night, but this morning had been a little less physically taxing and he was too concerned with her injuries to do anything that might cause more damage. So they laid side by side, completely sated and catching their breaths before Kate rolled over and molded her body to his. Their legs tangled themselves together and his hand grabbed hold of hers and she was sure that it was always meant to be this way. They fit together just right.