Author's Note: I wasn't planning on writing more of Castle and Beckett's first night but Beckett had different ideas about that. More smut and still no plot. This is for mobazan27—consider this a reward and thanks for your patience.
Accidentally in Love
An Interlude, continued
Kate startled awake, disoriented and at first a little panicked at the realization that she wasn't alone in her bed before she realized, oh right, this wasn't her bed. She was in Castle's bed and it was Castle sleeping beside her. She relaxed, settling back into the mattress.
She wasn't used to sharing a bed with someone. She couldn't remember the last time she had actually slept in the same bed with a man—had it been when she was in Kiev, with Pawel? It might have been. She'd had some wild nights in college early on and a few one night stands when she'd been in the academy and during her early days on the force, when she'd just wanted release, a relief from the tension of her days, but none of them had ever involved sharing a bed once the physical stuff was over. And the same went with Adam, her last pseudo-relationship, where they had shared a bed for sex but nothing more.
For one thing, she didn't trust many people enough to sleep beside them. Tonight, she'd drifted off before she'd realized it but it hardly mattered because she did trust Castle.
She couldn't see a clock but she guessed that she had only slept for an hour or two. And now, in spite of her tiredness, she was awake again, not quite used to this sensation of sharing a bed, of feeling the length of another body against hers. Not because it was uncomfortable—far from it—it just felt… foreign.
Castle was sleeping soundly. She could hear the steady sound of his deep breaths, feel the warm puffs of air stirring strands of her hair. It was amazing, really, this overwhelming sense of being sheltered and cozy and so very warm. She tended to run cold but Castle was radiating heat like a furnace. Sharing a bed with him was going to be delightful in winter.
Wait, what? Winter? It was April. Why—and how—was she already leaping ahead to winter in her thoughts, as if it was a foregone conclusion that she and Castle would still be sleeping together in the winter? That she and Castle would still be together more than six months from now, when she'd never had a relationship that lasted that long.
There was no guarantee of that; she was afraid to hope for that. Still thought, maybe even expected, in some corner of her mind, that this couldn't last, was too good to last forever.
She pushed aside the pinch of desolation she felt at just the thought. No, no, she couldn't think about that. She wouldn't think about that.
All she had was now, this moment, and she would enjoy this while it lasted.
On the thought, she stirred, shifting by careful increments, to allow her to turn enough so she could see him. It was late and dark in his room but of course, in Manhattan, even at night, it was never completely pitch-black and enough light from street lamps filtered in through the window shades and it helped that she and Castle were lying curled up together, close enough in proximity to allow her to survey him in his sleep.
His features were slack and relaxed and she allowed herself a tiny smile as she noticed that some tufts of hair were standing up on end while a few others had flopped down over his forehead. Her heart turned into a soft, melting thing in her chest. He was just so… cute like this, looked boyish and young.
Her gaze focused on his mouth and the warmth in her chest changed, desire stirring to life inside her because, oh, now she knew what his mouth tasted like, felt like, the incredible things his mouth could do to her.
Her eyes slid lower to what she could see of his chest. No, he was definitely not a boy. He wasn't overly muscled but she didn't tend to like that anyway. His chest and pectoral muscles were just toned enough, a broad, solid wall of comfort, and as she already knew, his stomach was flat and firm, felt just perfect when it was pressing down over her.
What had she thought, that she should take advantage of this moment? Mm, okay, she could definitely do that.
She reached out her hand first just to rest it on his chest, feel the solid strength of him, the rhythmic thump of his heart. But her hand didn't stay still for long, the defined planes of his chest, his smooth, hot skin, calling to her, as she let her hand wander, doing her best to keep her touches light. She swept her hands across the breadth of his shoulders, appreciating how strong he was. She let her hands drift lower, traced the muscles of his pectorals with the tip of her finger, circled around the flat male nipples, and then brushed over them, once, twice.
He released a small sigh and stirred a little and she momentarily paused but he didn't wake, only slept on.
Her hand explored further as she carefully slid the covers further down to reveal more of his body for her, ahem, delectation. Did she see something she liked—oh yes, very much so. She wasn't sure she'd ever seen anything she liked quite as much as this…
Her fingers traced light caressing patterns over his chest, mapping every sexy inch of his strong chest, and down his stomach, delighting in the way his body reacted to her touch, even in sleep. The muscles of his stomach tensed a little in automatic reaction and more importantly, another part of his body was definitely waking up. She let her hand drift further down so she could stroke and pet the hardening length of him. He gave a small hum of pleasure in the back of his throat, his head stirring on the pillow, and glancing up, she saw the faint smile curving his lips as if he was having a pleasant dream.
That was nice but she did rather want him to be awake. She shifted closer and let her mouth join the fun, dropping light kisses across his chest, pausing to flick her tongue delicately against his flat nipple. And all the while, she kept her eyes on his face, watched as he shifted his head a little side to side, as if fighting the urge to wake up, and then his eyes fluttered open, blinking sleepily, before his gaze lowered to meet hers as she went on kissing his chest.
His eyes flared wide with surprise and pleasure, his body instantly leaping to hard, throbbing life beneath her hand. "Kate," he choked out.
She smirked up at him. "Hi, Sleeping Beauty."
A ragged laugh escaped his throat. "Oh god, Kate."
She returned to kissing his skin, swirled her tongue around his nipple, making his entire body jerk, and then she proceeded to kiss and lick her way down his stomach, tasting the slight saltiness of his skin. Her hand wasn't idle either, tracing the hot, hard length of him with her fingers before wrapping fully around him. His hips jerked and he moaned quietly. She stroked him lightly at first, and then with more firmness, as his hips stirred restlessly on the bed.
Teasingly, she hovered over his arousal for a moment, knowing he could feel the puff of her breath against him.
"Kate, you don't have to—"
She cut off his words by taking him into her mouth and he groaned, his head falling back, his hands fisting in the sheets. She made a humming sound in the back of her throat, knowing he would be able to feel the vibration of it, and he cried out. Mm, she liked this, liked being able to do this to him, liked asserting her own power over his body.
Besides, she was a detective, after all. She should detect, investigate what he liked, how to pleasure him.
She drew back, releasing him from her mouth, and instead resorted to touching her tongue delicately to his tip. He made an incoherent noise. She attended to the length of him with brief licks before giving him a longer lick, applying more pressure with her tongue. He made a sound that could only be described as a growl.
His hips were twitching, moving restlessly on the bed, not that he could—or appeared to be trying to—go far. "Kate… oh god oohhh please…" he gasped.
Since he asked nicely… She took him fully into her mouth again, licking and sucking. God, it was so hot to be able to do this to him. She could feel the molten heat pooling low in her stomach, the wet ache building between her thighs.
He was gasping for breath and she felt him tug gently on her hair, choking out her name, in an unspoken signal that she didn't have to, ahem, finish this.
She normally wouldn't have but with him—maybe because he didn't expect it, certainly wasn't insisting on it—she wanted to. She pressed her tongue against him and then sucked again and then he let go and came in a hot rush.
He fell back on the bed, panting, his expression a little dazed and a lot sated, and she crawled back up until she was once more lying beside him, watching him with a dangerous, almost painful warmth building in her chest. Because this, being able to do this to him, watching him in this moment of bliss and know that it was because of her, was so precious, meant so much more to her than just the satisfaction of physical desire, in a way that she'd never felt before.
(Oh crap, she was so doomed.)
"Oh my god, Kate…" he gasped, his hand grasping hers and bringing it to his lips to kiss her palm in an amazingly tender gesture considering the circumstances. "I'm the one who had no idea."
"Just returning the favor," she smiled.
He returned the smile, his eyes flaring and then becoming heavy-lidded with sensual intent. "Oh but now it's your turn," he promised, his voice low and husky and she felt a small shiver go through her in reaction. She had absolutely no doubt of that.
He reached for her, sliding his hand behind her neck, to bring her in to kiss her, deep and thorough, his tongue sweeping into her mouth. He must be able to taste himself in her mouth and why that thought did it for her, she didn't know but it did, fresh heat spilling through her veins.
She moaned into his mouth because god, he was such a good kisser, and he responded by deepening the kiss yet further, rolling to press her into the mattress, sliding his thigh between hers, providing some pressure where she wanted it. Not enough but it was something.
He moved on, sliding his lips down her chin and her neck, nuzzling her throat with soft damp kisses.
His hands weren't idle, one of his hands sliding up her side to cup her breast, shaping it, squeezing it, and she gasped, arching into him. He shifted lower, his mouth nipping along the thin skin over her collarbone and then soothing the spots with his tongue and she tangled her fingers in his hair to encourage him to move further down. And he listened, thank goodness.
He closed his mouth over her nipple and she could swear she felt the sensation shooting through her entire body. He let his teeth graze the taut nipple and she cried out. Oh oh oh god…
She was so focused on the devastating workings of his mouth on her breast that she was a little startled to feel his hand sliding between her thighs and then she groaned at the first touch of him where she wanted, needed, him to be. She shifted her hips, arching in a desperate attempt to get closer to him, and he gave her what she wanted, sliding one finger into her. Oh god yes…
She could swear her eyes rolled back in her head as she panted for breath, her hips rolling, and then things dissolved into a heated, urgent blur. He had moved on to minister to her other breast, licking and sucking, and he slid a second finger into her and she cried out, her hips jerking, her body straining. He sucked hard on her nipple as he curled his fingers inside her, managing to press against the center of her, and that did it, the coiling tension snapping and sending her flying into bliss.
She collapsed back onto the mattress, limp and breathless, as he gently slid his hand from between her thighs and moved to drop an undemanding, feather-light kiss on the corner of her lips.
"That was incredible, Kate," he breathed.
"Mm," she mumbled, not quite able to muster the brain power to respond.
She felt utterly relaxed as she curled into him, fitting her body against the length of his, as he slid his arms around her. She was, for once, quite happy to let the world turn without her, and let her mind drift, pretending that the warm cocoon of his bed made up the boundaries of the world.
She felt safe with Castle, she thought fuzzily, safe and sheltered and cared for in a way she hadn't felt in years. Even in her current state of blissed-out lethargy, she didn't expect it to last forever but she would enjoy it for now, let it replenish her reservoir of strength.
For now, she was with Castle and she didn't want anything else.
~The End~
(For real, this time.)
A/N 2: Thank you, as always, to all readers and reviewers.
