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2. lanie

"Why are all your clothes still on?" Castle grunts as he tries to slide a hand into the back pocket of Beckett's jeans, only to be met with the obstructive, solid weight of her cell phone against his fingers. He plucks it out, tossing it onto his bedside table, right next to his and then tugs her further onto his lap, leaving his computer half open and utterly forgotten next to them on the bed.

She grins against his mouth at his impatience, everything still so new, so acute, so –

"Beckett," he whines against her, sliding a palm up the back of her shirt, making her arch.

Her hands slip into his hair, fingers spreading through the strands there. "Did you miss me or something?" she breathes into his mouth, grinning as he nods against her lips, kissing her soundly.

"I had to do work while you were gone."

She leans back to pull off her shirt, giving him a look. "Castle I was gone for like four hours."

"Too long," he mouths into her skin, lips skirting along her collarbone as she sighs. She's not about to admit it, but she kind of missed him too, was maybe thinking about this the entire time she was away from him.

As he kisses his way down her chest, fiddling with the clasp of her bra, her eyes catch sight of his laptop screen, still lit up and on and oh he was definitely writing while she was gone and it's been so long since Heat Rises came out…She subtly shifts on his lap, giving him more access to her but also moves herself just close enough to reach the computer, letting her fingers push at his laptop screen softly, tilting it back just far enough so she can see what he's been working on. He never lets her peek at his manuscripts, instead mercilessly torturing her with cries of "spoilers!" and elaborate scenarios he would never actually write. He's distracted though, fingers playing at her body instead of his well worn keys and so she lets her hips roll into him as she starts skimming her eyes down the word document still lighting his screen.

It's immediately clear he was in the middle of writing one of his infamous sex scenes between Nikki and Rook and suddenly his frantic state makes a little bit more sense (though he's been like this since that night she showed up on his doorstep, soaking wet and reaching for him). Her eyes devour his prose as he devours her body, a little rough around the edges, but not enough to distract from what he was just imagining them doing, them, Nikki and Rook, she can't tell anymore, and as she gets more absorbed with the way Rook's hands are sliding up Nikki's thighs, the way Nikki is opening for him (in her squad car? Really Castle?), she forgets where she is, that their author is under her and then –

snap

the laptop lid abruptly closes as the trail of saliva down her throat cools rapidly and Castle is looking at her like he's just caught her with her hand in the cookie jar. Oops.

She just stares at him, all wide eyed innocence as he shakes his head at her, clicking his tongue reproachfully. "You know how I feel about you reading that stuff before I'm finished with it," he lets out darkly, making her shiver. She can't tell if he's actually mad or just putting it on for her, so she just kind of pushes her chest out a little bit, making her half undressed state work for her, feeling his hips tense between her legs as he tries not to look down.

"Sorry," she whispers breathily, letting both of her hands cup his cheeks, eyes boring into his as she scoots forward again until they are completely flush.

"I don't think you are."

The quirk of her lips is barely contained as she tries to keep a hold on her control here. Her hips roll tightly against his again, and she's cheating, she knows, but she just can't help herself.

A low groan rumbles up from his chest at the friction she's creating, his fingers pressing into her sides now, almost wrapping around her middle completely.

"Forgive me?" Her teeth tug at his bottom lip and then she sucks it into her mouth, holding eye contact with him as she works him over.

He presses a firm kiss to her lips then, moving along her jaw to her ear as she keeps moving, has her breathless for whatever he's about to ground out against her ear lobe.

"Only if you'll let me touch you in your squad car," he says, pausing to feel her sharp intake of breath at the request, the way she arches her stomach against him as his words slide through her. "For research, of course." Her hips twist hard, because of his tone, his words, because he definitely knows where she just went off to for the last four hours even though she didn't say a word about it and he didn't push her by asking.

She rips him away from her ear with a hand on the back of his head, crushes her mouth to his as she starts sliding his shirt over his head. It's off and gone and then she's sucking her way down the tendons in his neck when his phone starts vibrating against his bedside table, skittering across the wood as a desperate moan rumbles up and out of his throat.

He reaches for it blindly for a moment, she knows he has to answer, in case of an emergency with his kid, but she's not stopping until he pulls her off.

"Yeah?" he says impatiently into the phone, voice sounding like sandpaper as he uses his free hand to hold her head to his neck, encouraging her mouth –

And then he freezes.

"Castle, what – " she starts to say, raising her face to look at his wide eyes and then he's releasing her head and shoving the phone at her, her phone and oh shit. He answered her phone, he took her phone out of her pocket and put it on his nightstand with his and then he answered it.

"Who is it?" she mouths, wrapping her fingers around it, loathe to look at the screen.

"It's Lanie, girl you better talk to me right now!" comes yelling weakly from the phone in her fist, making her groan and drop her forehead against his naked shoulder. She slides the phone to her ear, feeling Castle rest a palm against her back.

"Hi?" she says, trying not to sound completely caught. She's a grown woman, she can be…doing whatever she wants with whoever she wants. Right?

"Katherine Beckett, why is that man answering your phone right now?"

"That man?" Castle scoffs above her, she's so close to his ear he can hear their entire conversation, but then so can Lanie, who immediately squeals on the other side of the line.

"Oh my god you are not helping," she swears at Castle before raising her head and sitting back on his thighs a little bit more.

"Put it on speakerphone so I can hear her ream you out." He looks so giddy she wants to smack him –

"Can you two stop flirting and tell me what is going on!"

"We're not – "

"Girl. It's nine o'clock at night and he is close enough to you to hear our conversation, I sincerely hope you are doing more than just flirting."

Castle snatches the phone from her then, pressing it to his ear as Beckett lunges for it, only succeeding at pressing her chest against his which makes him leer and then he's talking to Lanie like this is the most normal thing in the world.

"Kate's a little busy right now, can she call you back later?"

Beckett can hear the other woman laughing over the line, low and throaty and happy, and she's actually a little bit relieved that this isn't a conversation she's going to have to broach now. Lanie's not going to leave her alone until she spills everything, and she's kind of in dire need of a good girls night anyway.

"Tell your girl she better call me first thing tomorrow."

Beckett's eyebrows go sky high at your girl as he just grins at her, letting his fingers roam up and down her thighs.

"You got it Lanie."

"Have fun! Be safe!" Lanie shouts into the phone before Castle thumbs it off, setting it back down and then leveling the pink cheeked woman on his lap with an amused quirk of his eyebrow.

"Be safe?" Beckett groans, covering her face with her hands until Castle wraps his fingers around her wrists and tugs her closer again.

"She's a doctor, she has to say things like that."

"She's going to tell everyone."

Castle pulls a soft kiss from her lips and then settles his head back against the headboard, watching her. "Would it be a bad thing if she did?"

"No, I just – " Beckett squirms on his lap a little and then shrugs. "I guess I like having you all to myself."

"Oh do you?" He pulls her to his mouth by the sides of her head, softer than before, slower as he grins against her lips at her admission.

"Stop gloating and finish undressing me already."

"Really give Lanie something to talk about?"

"Stop talking about Lanie when your hands are on me." She lifts up a little bit, shifts, ditches her pants. "Unless you want to call her back? You two would be cute together." She can't contain her mocking grin as his eyes widen comically at the thought.

"No no no," he rushes out, pulling her to him again. "Only you. Just you."

She shivers a little bit at his sureness. "Good."

"Good."

"Castle?"

"Yeah?"

She tugs at his thigh. "Pants."

(ps - let's just all pretend that Lanie actually has a shred of self restraint and does not in fact immediately go out and tell everyone that castle and beckett are together because that would totally ruin my story kthanx.)