10/16/12 Caskett I [Undone]

"Castle," she whispers breathless from their overwhelming fervor.

"Kate," he responds absentmindedly still kissing her. He had her pinned against the alley wall. The rough bricks were pulling at the fabric of her new work coat – she didn't care. They were on an assignment, recon more or less. They were checking the first warehouse for McClaughnahan and his crew. They had all night to check the assorted warehouses Ryan and Esposito had documented earlier in the day. The goods were never at the first place they looked anyway.

Getting out of the car had been their first step of good intentions. Castle couldn't contain himself. They both rounded the hood of the police cruiser, picking up their stride as they went. The tension peaked when Beckett's fingers grazed the back of Castle's hand. The reaction was instantaneous and carnal. He grabbed her waist like he needed her touch to breathe. He covered her mouth with his as he pulled her abruptly to him.

Her hands were hesitant for only a moment when she finally gripped his lapel, crinkling the fabric.

Castle pushed her against the alley wall then, trying to find purchase enough to allow her body to consume him. For once, she let him pin her down. However, her conscience called her back.

"We need to search the…oh God, Castle." He kissed her neck sending the fire straight down to her thighs. She didn't want to stop – they hadn't seen each other in a few days and the tension had been building ever since Castle left for his five-day book tour. Alternatively, she was consumed with her most recent case, the McClaughnahan one. She and Castle hadn't had time to talk other than about the case (always conferring about the possibilities, she'd come to rely on him as a sounding board). Their drive in the cruiser was the first time they were even able to touch since the week before. Castle jumped into the passenger seat as soon as he got back in town and heard from Beckett.

Now, they couldn't stop. Her hands began to rove under his shirt, unable to keep from touching his warm inviting skin. Castle's body was still locking her into place against the wall, his hands gripping her neck as if she had wanted to get away from his touch, away from his body against hers, away from the heat rising between them showing in the cold air of their breath suddenly clouding their space.

Her knees were beginning to give way from the effort of holding back. She dug her nails into the skin of his back needing to feel more of him and exasperated with knowing that she could not. Not yet at least.

"I missed you," he said smiling through the kiss and finally finding his ability to breathe again.

"I see that." Her grin widened. It's not like she enjoyed getting distracted on the job. In fact, it was absolutely unacceptable to her…on any normal day. Tonight, she wanted to find any excuse to take him home with her. She pulled on his hair to return his lips to hers. He willingly obliged. Her knee curved up rubbing against Castle's proving her insatiable desire. You aren't getting away from me tonight, Castle. His groan was needy and insistent. His tongue swept over her bottom lip and dove into her mouth, twisting and curling around hers. Her involuntary moan echoed.

"Have you guys found anything?" Esposito asked over the radio. It was time to get back to work. Castle and Beckett released their lip-lock momentarily as the shame washed over them. You're on duty, Kate. Keep your pants on. Christ. She was angry with herself but her desire for the man pressed against her was greater. She looked up, eyes pleading and wanting. Castle released her, resting his hands safely against the wall instead. He was still entrapping her. Every inch of their bodies, that were able, were touching.

"Come on guys, break it up." A security guard finishing his rounds chimed in from down the alleyway. When he was sure they were breaking their embrace, he turned the other way walking back towards the front of the warehouse.

Beckett's cheeks flushed. She smiled briefly, surprised at her breach of character. She was always with the bad boy but never getting into trouble. She was a cop after all and more was expected of her. She touched her bottom lip still feeling the tingle of Castle's kiss.

"Detective," Castle stepped away nonchalantly, gesturing widely with his hand for Beckett to step away from the wall, finishing his flourish with a bow from the waist.

She cleared her throat and ran a hand through her hair. No sense in looking guilty when they met up with Ryan and Esposito.

"Zip up, Castle. You're undone." She smirked.

Castle's eyes widened and he flustered around like a nervous schoolboy. He most certainly was undone by the woman in front of him.

"Made ya' look," she chuckled quietly.

"Why Miss Beckett, I expected better from you." Castle was off his game at the moment, his retorts were weak and he knew it – a feat that could only be accomplished by the same woman he had just come undone for.

She stepped closer suddenly, closing the distance between them. The cold air constricted his lungs, or was that her? Their lips were only a hairsbreadth apart and oh, how he wanted to close the distance.

"Is this better?" She reached forward grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck and running her fingers slowly along his hairline. Instead of insistent, she was slow and meticulous with her movements. Her fingers drifted casually down the side of his neck, further down the side of his chest, down his rib cage and finally pausing at his belt line. She never ceased eye contact. His eyes shut resisting the urge to take her in the alley then and there.

He cleared his throat. "Yeah, that's better."

"Good." She turned on her heal, straightening her jacket along the way. Back to business.

You have certainly undone me, Kate.