I've decided to develop some of the stories I wrote for the Alphabet. Young is the most intriguing to me so I'll be working on this one for a while. It's mainly AU so don't worry if you don't find some of the usual characters of the fiction. Angst and drama will be also part of the story. So enjoy the reading and please review if you like it.
Thanks Gregg for your useful suggestion.
A/N: I do not own Castle. It belongs to ABC. The new characters are mine though.
SPARRING PARTNERS
Every time she swept into the room Midge found it hard to breathe normally. Her body was so perfect it sent his senses into overdrive. Her eyes shone with a determination he had never seen before, not even once in all the years he had spent training rookies. Her long well proportioned limbs spoke of beauty and grace but at the same time told of strength and danger. How could such a stunning looking girl be so dangerous? Where did all her strength come from? He had to keep really focused on sparring with her because she had also proved to be a quick learner. No other woman he had trained was like her. She simply was not any other woman. And every time he had to raise his level of attention because he knew that she was going for real.
"Hey baby!" he greeted her knowing this would set her on fire.
"Midge." she replied holding his gaze daring him not to push the game any further.
"So, little girl, come to bite some more dust today?"
"Don't." she warned him. "there's not going to be any more dust for me."
"Uh uh, game on kitty. Let's see how good a student you've become."
She stepped on the mattress and held her stance, her bare feet planted wide apart. She was studying him, eyes fixed on his.
"I'm sensing some strong vibes in the air kitten. Bet you're craving to feel my body on yours again." he teased. He knew his technique had always been winning with the other girls. A couple of weeks and he had managed to have them pinned on his bed. But she was different, he knew that damn well. Two months and she still would slip from under his strong hold just like that. Even when he had her at his mercy she would resist. His face inches from hers, dangerously close. His body reacting to her proximity in a way that had him step into a long cold shower afterward.
Her first blow hit him in the chest and he felt his breath sucked from his lungs.
Focus you damn fool he said to himself. He took a deep breath and gave her a challenging smile.
I'll take that grin off your face she thought as she moved rapidly sidewards fists clenched ready to strike again.
He was quick though and turned raising his right foot to kick her right in the stomach. She parried the blow with her hand and felt the sharp pain in each one of her phalanges.
She stiffened. Never lower your guard she recited to herself.
"That hurt?" He mocked seeing her in pain.
The fire in her eyes was all the answer he got from her. She jumped backwards bouncing on her feet to regain her stance. She paused then never diverting her gaze from his eyes she rapidly moved her right foot sidewards to catch his left ankle. He was taken aback and found himself flat on the mattress. She was faster then lightning and pinned him down pressing her body on his. She felt his arousal and looked at him bewildered.
How could he? She thought. How dare he? He was actually enjoying himself a lot, having his ass kicked like that? By her?
"Dammit Midge!" she yelled pulling away.
"What Kay? He said honestly "don't you realize just how stunning you are? All flushed with anger, your body sparkling with sweat, your nipples as hard as rocks?"
She lowered her eyes on her breasts and flushed even more.
"No man, I swear to God, Kay, could resist seeing you like this."
"Stop it!"
"Why?" He added looking up at her, taking in every single inch of her amazingly arousing body, her chest still heaving with effort. "What the hell are you afraid of? To feel how desirable you are? Don't fool yourself, you're smarter than that Kay Beckett!"
"We're done here!" she snapped leaving him on the ground.
= o =
Kay stepped into the hottest shower of her life and tried to wash away the uncomfortable sensation running through her veins. He was her training officer, for Christ's sake! The way too common say "friends with benefits" didn't apply to her, least of all referred to a colleague or even worse than that to a superior in rank. She would never mess up with her career, nor with her heart. Midge was a "one night stand" kind of guy and she'd heard all sorts of stories concerning him. The origin of his nickname... what a stupid tradition in the first place. And from what she had felt when she was pinning him... Then the giggling of the other girls in the locker room as soon as his name came to their lips...
She had been determined from the very first day not to be another notch on his bedstead. End of story.
As she rubbed herself dry with her towel she couldn't help but think about the incredibly blue eyes that had set her on fire a few nights before. Was that the reason why she was so snappy with Midge? The reason why she couldn't stand another man desire her the way her unknown lover had? The hot water and the memory of those blissful moments made her body itch from head to toe and as she closed her eyes she softly ran her hand on her breasts then lower on her belly until she reached the brown curls between her thighs and moaned. She dreamed of his fingers caressing her, gently yet quickly moving on her, into her, like she had seen him do on his writing pad and a deeper, sexier moan escaped her lips and she simply shattered.
= o =
"A penny for your thoughts!" Donnelly exclaimed seeing how pensive Beckett looked tonight. "Something's bothering you all right Kay..."
"Sorry Don'. It's just..."
Just he wasn't there. She said to herself looking at the booth in the far end of the room. Instead of him a young couple was sitting at the same spot tonight hardly pretending they weren't making out in the packed bar. The guy had his hands all over his date and she shivered remembering how she had felt when his eyes had roamed wildly on her body. She sighed and brought the glass to her lips, the ice water chilling her instantly.
"You know them?" Donnelly inquired.
"No."
"So what Kay? What's wrong? We're partners now... you know? We're supposed to share things... help build up confidence in each other and stuff." he told her in that typical Irish accent of his.
She looked at him and felt so helpless. How could she tell her partner that all she had been able to think of lately was a man she had seen just once, right over there, four nights before? Sure enough she wasn't going to make a fool of herself.
Focus on her partnership she should do that. Have his back like every damn good partner would do, that was it. She would stick to that and stop fantasizing over a guy she'd probably never meet again. Her brain was desperately trying to gain control over her emotions. But her heart simply refused to let go of those moments of pure, magic bliss. She let out a deep sigh again, eyes fixed on the void.
"That bad uh, lass?"
"Shit!" she exclaimed startled back to reality.
"Come on Cinderella, time to start our night shift. Guess your Prince Charming's not showing up tonight..."
C&B
Rick grabbed his glass and took another shot of whiskey. He looked at his watch and sighed. She would not come, not tonight. He stared miserably at the seat which had been hers that night. It was empty. And the air was empty too, without the sound of her incredible laughter so unmistakably unique. His eyes searched the Old Haunt for a sign, any hint that would lead him to the incredible creature who had haunted his dreams for the past week. He found none.
He stared at the white sheet of paper in his notepad. It missed her too. He seemed unable to write a single line without his new found muse. You must be crazy man, he confessed to himself. Come on pull yourself together and move on. Just move on.
But how could he? When every time he walked into this temple everything reminded him of her? When every night he felt so helplessly alone? If the sparkles he had seen in her eyes has set him on a fire that was turning him to ashes?
He drank up, closed his writing pad and left.
Sure enough another night of hell was awaiting him.
= o =
Rick tossed and turned in his bed unable to sleep, covered in sweat in the heat of yet another awfully hot New York summer.
The lights outside pierced the blinds and cast their flickering shadows on the walls in front of him.
He finally got up and looked at his image in the mirror. "Man you do look like crap!" he spat.
He walked into the small kitchen of his suburban flat and opened the fridge. He grabbed a cold beer then moved to the living room which was also his study and sank on the couch.
He was starting to hate nights. Painful and never ending they witnessed his mourning the loss of a woman that hadn't even been his.
Would he lose his sanity for her? And what was her name?
A/N: thanks to all the readers who have put Young and the other Alphabet shots on their alert or favorite. Your opinion on this would be appreciated.
