Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Castle. This story is entirely nonprofit and just for fun.


Rick is frustrated. He is on a book tour for three weeks and therefore missing the date of their one year anniversary, since Kate had shown up at his doorstep all soaked from the rain, wanting nothing but him.

Rick had tried to argue with Gina and Paula about the booktour, but they told him he was obliged by his contract to do this and had even gone as far as threatening him with bodily harm if he didn't show up at the airport for his flight to Houston, Texas.

Now he was sitting in his hotel room, on their anniversary, thinking of Kate and missing her, since he hadn't seen her in two weeks. Hadn't made love to her in two weeks, hadn't been able to touch her, kiss her.

He has a hard time concentration on the readings and signings he is supposed to do during this tour. The readings being harder than the signings. For the readings he has to actually concentrate on what he is reading and when he reads the words in his books, all he is reminden of her. He wrote the books about her, for her. The books are her.

Glancing at his phone longingly, he wishes, that he could call her, but she was undercover on a case and his priority was her safety, not wanting to bust her cover because he was desperate to hear her voice and tell her how much he loves her.

He tries to distract himself with a book. The new Patterson. He couldn't believe that he was desperate enough to read a Patterson, when there were so many books from authors, who he wasn't in a playful rivalery about ‚who is the king of the macabre' in.

Turning over the first page, he chuckles, as he remembers that Kate always reads a Patterson, when she is angry with him. That's how he can mostly tell when he has done something wrong. She curls up on the couch, reaching for a book. When it's not one of his, he's mostly in trouble.

He wants her to move in with him. She spends almost all the time at his place anyway. Why pay rent for an appartment that wasn't even used. And Alexis was looking for a place of her own, now, that she was off to college soon. He would have to ask Kate to move in with him soon. He wanted her at the loft with him always. Never to leave again. He wanted to wake up with her curled into his arms every morning, wanted to fall asleep, snuggled up with her under the covers after a passionate evening of lovemaking. He wanted everything with her. She was IT for him.

Suddenly his phone started ringing, bringing him out of his thoughts of Kate. Scrambling over to get his phone off of the nightstand he had put it before, he couldn't supress the smile spreading over his face, when he saw the picture of his caller on the screen of his phone.

His heart leaping excitedly, as he swipes his thumb unlocks the screen so he can answer the call. It's her. She is calling him. He can't contain his excitment as he brings the the phone to his ear „Hi!" he breathes, happy to finally be able to hear her voice.

He hears chuckling down the line and a breathy „Hi!" in return. „Castle, I facetimed you, this is a video call, and I'd really love to see your face instead of your ear!" she giggled.

Hastily bringing the phone away from his ear, he looked at the screen, gasping at what he saw, the phone sliding out of his fingers, tumbling onto the bed, his mouth wide in shock.

There on the screen he could see a sexily smiling Kate, the phone situated in front of her, so he could see right onto the damp spot of her panties between her legs. „Kate!" he gasped „What...? Oh god!" noticing her hand was inside the red silk, her fingers moving in slow circles around her clit.

„Rick, I miss you!" she whispered „I love you!" picking the phone and bringing it closer to her face, so she could look at him more closely. „I can't wait for you to come home. My fingers don't feel the same."

All Rick could do was stare at her, not able to form coherent thoughts, seeing the love and desire in her eyes. Love and desire for him. She wanted him – badly.

Slowly coming out of his stupor, he realized that he had been very quiet, since he had picked up his phone, normally being a very active participant in their conversations and lovemaking.

„Kate, I love you too and this is one hell of a phone call already!" he chuckled „Let me see you, love!" he added in a shaky whisper. He could see Kate shuffling with the phone, putting it into the previous position again, elicting a gasp from him, when he sees that the panties are gone now.

He gulps and unconciously licks his hips, wishing he was there with her, able to dive and taste her, feel her all around him. His hand finds its way to the button and zipper of his pants, easily sliding his manhood free, his hand closing around it, pumping up and down. He is painfully hard already.

Putting the phone on his nightstand, he turns it a little, so Kate is able to see him as well. She gasps as she can look at how hard he is already and plunges her fingers into herself, pushing as deep as she can, so that her whole fingers are inside.

He knows the motions her fingers are making inside of her, as he had done them to her a hundred times already. Knowing exactly what she feels like, how tight she always is, the little quivers of her walls around his fingers or manhood as she gets closer and closer to orgasm.

He hears her gasp, can see her eyes closing at the combined pleasure of touching herself and having him watch her doing so. He hears his name on her lips, as her hips buck into her hand, looking for more friction, wishing it to be him between her legs. He notices her chest rising and falling rapidly as she rushes closer to the edge.

He doesn't notice his own hand speeding up on his manhood, pumping up and down rapidly, bringing him closer and closer to release as well. He licks his lips, and then bites them as he can see her whole body suddering, trembling, sweat rolling down her neck, leaving a glistening path down her chest until coming to a halt between her breasts, her nipples standing to attention.

His hips rock into his hand, helping create the friction he needs, as he suddenly feels his seeds shooting out of him, little droplets scattering around his chest, stomach and the bedsheets beneath him. He moans her name as he lets go, his mind blank other than the beautiful woman he can see watching him, as he opens his eyes again, looking at his phone.

They share a smile, both of their eyes filled with love and adoration for the other one. They know without words, that their bond is strong and that they are meant to be with each other. Their chemistry with each other is like no other they have ever experienced.

„Kate! Wow. Best. Anniversary. Gift. Ever! I love you so much!" he chokes out, still a little breathless. His heart is pounding against his chest, goosebumps forming on his skin as he is filled with a warm feeling that he only associates with her.

Kate chuckles also still a little breathless „Well, I thought if you can't be here with me and I can't be there with you, this was the next best thing until we can celebrate in person!" she winks at him.

„God, woman, one of these days, you'll be the death of me, I just know it. You are far too sexy for your own good!" he tells her matter of factly. They share a laugh over this, both knowing that he will show her exatly how sexy he thinks she is once he is back home.

She knows it's a good thing she asked for the first week off, for when he's back. But this she won't tell him until he really is back with her and has her panting with arousal underneath him.

„Go to sleep now big boy, I know you have full day tomorrow, yoou need your rest!" she tenderly lets him know, a smile playing around her lips, whishing she could kiss him goodnight.

„Ok, love. I can't wait to see you for real next week!" he replied sleepily, bringing the phone away from his ear, moving his thumb to hang up, when he hears it.

„Hey, Rick!" he brings the phone back to his ear slowly, listening if there was more. „I love you, too!" he heard her whisper as the phone went silent and his eyes drifted closed as he fell asleep with a smile on his face.


I really hope you liked the story. This was written for a prompt over at the Beckett/Castle Kink Meme at livejournal.

The prompt was: "Watching the other masturbating through Facetime is always not a good way to get off the sexual frustration..."

Please review? Pretty please?!