I recieved a lot of "story favorites" so I decided to see where this is headed. Thank you.
Castle slowed down once he got off the thruway. The motion prompted Beckett to wake up and take in the scenery around her. His place wasn't too far from there and she rather enjoyed the scenery en route. The houses were very beautiful, and … big.
"Did you sleep well?" He decided while she was sleeping to try and break their silence with a question that wouldn't get him pinched, or shot.
"I didn't know that there were palm trees here."
Hmm not exactly an answer to his question, but he decided that he'll take it. Thoughts were swirling around in his head now that they were getting close. Should he be nervous? No, not because of the people chasing them, no, nervous that he is finally alone with Beckett. Not that any continuation from the night before would happen with the death ray stares he received every time he caught her looking at him. He wasn't "trying" to catch her; he just wanted to sneak a few peeks at her too.
As they pulled into the driveway, Beckett had to remember that she was mad at Castle. His beach house was gorgeous; it took everything within her not to compliment him on his place. Ugh, he's gorgeous too, and sexy, and funny, and witty and everything she's ever wanted, except for at this moment. So why does her stomach drop while the two of them are getting their bags.
Castle looked down at Kate to make sure she was out of the way when he was closing the trunk. He found her looking at him, even if it was supposed to be a glance, it lingered long enough for him to detect the same eyes he was receiving from the night before. He quickly folded his coat over his arm and moved it over his hardening response.
Beckett waited while Castle withdrew a hide-a-key from the most obvious fake rock in the world. "I hope you don't have anything too nice in there, you might as well leave your house unlocked."
"Well not everyone is a detective Kate" he snapped back.
"Hurry up, I don't want anyone to know that there are people staying here".
He opened the door and held it for Beckett. He always enjoyed inviting women here and seeing their awed expressions at one of his favorite prized possessions. His beach house wasn't just a place to woo women, it held priceless family moments and unforgettable summers with Alexis.
Seeing Kate's eyes widen as she looked over the place did something different. He wished he could impress her all the time. Wishful thinking. If he had one thing to commit to for the rest of his life, it would be to impress her and make her happy.
"It's not much, but it's home", he tried to sound cliché even though it was "much". He smiled at her, trying to convey that he still loved her at the same time.
He decided to play with fire; he placed his hand on the small of her back trying to indicate, 'hey-let's move out of the doorway'. He expected a glare, maybe a hit… not for Beckett to turn to him and pour everything she was feeling into one of the most meaningful hugs he'd ever received.
It felt good to rest her head alongside his chest. He was warm. He was warm like last night in the booth. His hand practically melted her shirt. He finally placed his arms around her and she felt safe. Richard Castle, making her feel safe, she smirked a little on the inside. She was afraid of what she might do, not afraid, she knew what she wanted to do, but not right now.
"I couldn't really sleep in the car, can I just nap here," Beckett indicated towards the largest, most comfy looking sofa she'd ever seen.
Before she could even turn around to receive his response, he had pulled blankets from somewhere. "Of course, there are bed's too you know."
She smiled at him, it was the most genuine smile he had gotten in a while, "This is fine, thanks".
Kate was woken by the sound of someone fumbling through the door and making their way through the center hall. She reached for her gun and quietly crept around the corner of the room.
"POLICE, DON'T MOVE," she shouted loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
"AHHH," Castle dropped the bag of groceries that he was carrying and threw his hands up in the air.
She knew that scream anywhere. "Castle?" She wasn't looking at Castle, she was looking at a man with the thickest handlebar mustache she had ever seen. He was wearing a cowboy hat, quite well actually, and a pair of boots. "Ummm, Castle", taking him in she found herself laughing, "you look ridiculous".
"Incognito, detective, my incognito skills are unsurpassable." He returned her laugh, he loved her laugh.
Shaking her head, she put her gun away and bent over to help pick up the groceries. They both reached for the bag of plums, ("oops the plums are all yours Beckett"), then they both reached for the eggs ("Woops my bad Castle"), then they both reached for bread…
They both looked up to apologize, but this time they reached for each other. Standing up, Castle wrapped both of his arms around her waist and brought her to him while Beckett quickly claimed both sides of neck with her hands.
She quickly pulled away, "sorry", she said.
Baffled at what she was sorry for, Castle raised his eyebrow. "Oww". She had pulled his mustache off.
Her lips were back to him before he could finish is drawn out "owwwchh".
Castle reached around Beckett and grabbed her with two hands where her legs met her ass. She responded by wrapping her legs around his waist. He carried her to the dining table right next to them and settled in between her legs. Kate pushed her tongue into his mouth and he gently took it with his own. She marveled at his ability to feel gentle while it was clear they were both ravishing one another.
Her hands dropped and began to pull out his button up from the top of his jeans. As she finished with the button to his jeans, they heard, "DING DONG, DING DONG".
WTF, who is here, Castle could kill them. Disentangling themselves, Kate let out a huge sigh, dropped her head and gave the cutest little laugh. She bent over and started picking up the groceries again while Castle went to answer the door.
"Hi-de-he neighbor", Greg said. Great Castle though, Greg from next door. "I heard a little commotion and thought, Rick's back! Just picked up a 6 pack and thought we'd catch up", he pushed his way into the house and toward to kitchen and the bottle opener. "Oh, hi," he glanced back at Castle, "you didn't say you had company Rick".
"I didn't even get a chance to say hi or invite you in either", Castle said under his breath.
Kate already decided she hated this Greg character. She was about to have Castle, about to make love to him, she was about to feel him fuck her.
"Hi, Claire, nice to meet you", Beckett introduced herself with the first name that came to mind.
Beckett decided to take a beer and settle in.
Fucking Greg...