fractured lives.
Castle/Beckett
P1/?
"Was it even worth it anymore?"
FIRST CHAPTERS WILL ALWAYS BE SMALL, IN CASE THERE ISN'T A GREAT RESPONSE - WILL BE DELETED.
He was furious. She was livid.
He looked at her through dark eyes; the sharp angle of her jaw opening and closing in hard stuttered gasps as his lips infected colour into her cheeks, his teeth nipping the barrier of her heart down.
Kate's hands were relentless combing through his dark and spiking it to points, the sharp edges attacking her heart and sending a barely contained tremor through her spine. She moved her mouth over his until her breath mixed with his, stealing from him. Kate pushed her tongue out of her mouth and attacked his lips obscenely, Rick in turn opened his mouth and sucked her tongue harshly into his mouth. Her fingernails trailed down his neck and left exquisite marks along his shoulders in retaliation for stealing her breath.
He didn't wince. He didn't groan. He would not give her the satisfaction.
Rick's eyes rolled backwards as he reached for one of her hands and plastered it against the solid brick wall. The skin of her hand breaking into tiny little cuts, sluices of blood trickled down the back of her hand leaving patterns in it's wake.
She moaned in desperation unable to contain the broken noise by biting her lip and turning it white, his other hand migrated up from it's iron clad grip on her waist and pushed itself home against her shoulder at the same time his leg slid slowly between her own parted ones.
Rick's eyes slammed shut when he felt Kate's hand that wasn't being constricted, maliciously plotting his demise; cupping him through his pants, fingers scratching at the dark fabric. Leaning down and nipping the junction between his neck and collarbone, teeth scraping harshly.
"K-Kate ah..." He rasped.
She moaned, smiling into his neck when his hips undulated against hers. No. Stop it. She's mad.
Then all he could feel was her hand tight around him, squeezing mercilessly in retaliation for the bruises she knew that were already forming. Sweeping her hair back and behind her ear Rick leaned his forehead against hers, his breath shaky and ragged. Kate's thumb slid over his tip at the same time his mouth opened - but not a word or a sound escaped his wet lips.
A dirty power-craving grin contorted her features because she knew she would win, she always won in the end. Rick leaned into her neck, his back bowing when he scraped his 5 O'Clock shadow across her cheek and sliding his hand diagonally from her shoulder and across her collarbones, scraping the skin above her heaving breasts wih his blunt fingernails. When he reached her breasts he immediately went to her right one; flicking it twice before pinching it hard. Kate sucked in a parched breath, her eyes clasped closed as she traced his jaw with her teeth and swiped her tongue across the offensive marks apologising for the angry red lines.
Why was she apologizing? This was all his fault in the first place.
He's the reason they are falling apart.
Her hand in his pants jerks as his lips replaced his hand on her chest and the previous one gave her other nipple supple attention.
She has reached breaking point. "Rick- fuck... me. Now." Her voice breaking half-way through the sentence. She did not just do that. He had no control over her.
His hand joined hers as she let go of him regretfully, starting to unbuckle his pants one handed because her other hand was still trapped beneath his. She bit her claws into the creamy skin of his hand to get him to let her go. He obliged, his own flying to the back of her head and knotting his fingers in the long, dark mess and pulling harshly.
"...Protection?" He rasped.
