Give a little love – Mostar Driving Club
Lady Luck has found you, nothing can go wrong.
Katherine Beckett wouldn't consider herself a lucky individual if asked. Sure, there are worse things that could have happened during her life – there is always something worse.
Her life has been no picnic in the park. The picnic so ruined and torn it is indistinguishable from its drag through the mud, its fling through the dirt and roll down a hill, dropped off the cliff at the bottom, left to sink down into the ocean. If only it were just ants crawling in the food and not an onslaught of events, one after the other. But it all seems redundant in this moment.
In this moment, lying beside his sleeping form, her fingers are tracing over the arm he's got draped across his stomach, down to his fingers then back up to his shoulder, up his neck and along the line of his jaw. It blows her away that this man is beside her, the sheets of her bed twisted around his limbs, twisted around hers, covering their naked forms as they both lie settled deep in the mattress of her bed, the light of the early morning settling around them, opening her up to a brand new day, a new life filled with unspoken promises of opportunities.
Then just as her trail leads her back to his fingers, darting over them and between them he slips his fingers between hers, catching them in his own. Then he's shifting beside her, turning to wrap his arms around her, kissing the skin of her shoulder as he drags her closer, the only part of her he can reach with his mouth as she strains against him, not quite willing to be clenched against his chest.
"Relax," he says softly, kissing her again, darting his tongue out. When she stops shifting against him, he slides his lips up her neck, finding her pulse and stroking it with his tongue. "I can hear you thinking," he mutters, finally sliding his lips up to meet her own as he speaks against her mouth, unwilling to part with for the sake of clarity, urging her to understand as he teases her lips with his tongue.
"It's fine Castle. I'm fine," she assures, shifting against him so she has the upper hand, leaning over him, forcing him onto his back so she can meet the eagerness of his tongue with her own. She really is fine. She almost considers herself lucky, just for this moment.