Roses Chapter 2

It was requested by a few of you for a second chapter that was a little on the smutty side so here it is! Thanks to CrimeGirlMariah2000 and purplangel for their desire for another chapter full of the sex.

"Kate," he was trying to pull away, but his head couldn't pivot with her fingers clutching his hair. She let out a disapproving moan as he tried to pull away again and her lips chased after his receding ones refusing to lose contact.

"Kate, let me just—open the door!" He was mumbling as he tried to kiss her back and talk while she clung to him and demanded contact and friction. His left hand was fiddling with the clasp of her dress, trying to get to the zipper, while his other hand was failing to put the key in the lock to the loft.

Kate growled, a low, feral thing, that gurgled from the back of her throat and vibrated against Rick's teeth while she grabbed the keys out of Castle's hand.

"Don't worry, Castle," she hummed against his lips as she quickly slipped the key into the lock and popped open the door, "I've got it."

A come-hither smile played across her face as she dragged him by the lapels of his jacket into the foyer. They both kicked off shoes and jackets as they continued to grope and fumble their way into the bedroom, leaving a disheveled trail of sexual desire in their wake and her roses perched precariously on the end of the couch. As the back of Castle's knees hit the bedside Kate gently pushed him to sit in front of her, pulling away and out of his grasp. His hair was in complete disarray, and as she backed a few paces from his reach his bruised lips pulled into a slight frown.

"Kaaate," he made to stand but she held up a finger making him pause mid-action, "come back."

Kate shook her head biting her lip, watching as his eyes caught her teeth's movement. Very slowly she brought her hand to the back of her dress and tugged the zipper painstakingly slowly down the length of its teeth. Kate's heart quickened as she watched his eyes dilate at her action, the smooth velvet of the dress starting to peel away from her skin as the zipper pulled apart. With a final shrug the mixture of cream and deep green fabric pooled on the floor and she stood before him in purple panties, contrasting with her naked torso; nipples already pebbled from the attention they had received in the car ride back to the loft. She watched his gaze flit down her body, warmth continuing to build between her legs, as he unconsciously licked his lips. Kate took a step out of the fabric and brought her hands to rest on Rick's knees, leaning forward to dust her lips against his cheek until she stopped at his ear.

"This is for taking me out to dinner," she whispered salaciously, nibbling at his lobe. Bringing her left hand up, she trailed her nails against his inner thigh and felt his body shiver in response. A satisfied chuckle hummed in her throat at his involuntary reaction to just her touch. She loved that she could do this to him; make his body quiver with wanton appetite.

"This is for the flowers," she cooed again as she licked the inner shell of his ear and brought her hand up to palm him through the pants he still had yet to rid himself of. She smiled as his body shook on contact and she heard the sharp intake of breath as she began to work him through his dress slacks. She moved her lips down his jugular to his collar bone as she busied herself with his pants' clasps and he let out a hissing sigh of pleasure as she finally undid them and slid his slacks down to the floor.

"And this," she whispered against his skin as she lowered herself onto her knees, taking time to run her tongue around his navel and to place a kiss against the hair just below his belly button, "is for making me come in the car with just—your—fingers." She punctuated each word with a kiss to his shaft reveling in the way her ministrations caused his breath to stutter and his hips to slightly jerk.

She smiled and looked up at him through her long lashes, taking time to memorize his face in its throws of pure ecstasy. His mouth was slightly open, eyes closed, and his stomach quivered as she continued to pump him, her tongue now swirling against his tip. Kate appreciated his control as she slid her mouth around his penis, playing her tongue across it as she began to suckle him. The very few other men she had given oral sex to had jerked too much, or grabbed her hair, it had made her feel like they were just fucking her face. But, with Castle, she loved watching his face contort and his breath catch as she licked and sucked him. She loved knowing that she could make him moan and mewl as she pushed him to the back of her throat and nuzzled her nose against the fine hairs at the end of his shaft. There was a dominion and a trust that was intoxicating and it made her feel empowered to know that she could bring him as much pleasure as he supplied her.

"Kaa—aate," her name came out as a strangled whisper and she pulled away from him with a small pop. He was breathing quickly and he pulled her from her knees to lean against him at the edge of the bed.

Their kiss was dominating. He pulled at the nape of her neck and brought her along on top of him as they moved up the California king, moans escaping from both their mouths as she ground her hips against his hardened flesh. He flipped them, causing her hair to fan against the pillows and his hand to wander from her neck to her breast while the other propped him up from her body.

Kate's body was on fire as he began to touch her. She gripped Castle's bicep and the back of his head as he twirled his tongue around her nipple, bring it to his mouth to nibble and suck on. He knew how to play her body, how to make her moan and beg for sweet release, and as his lips wandered to the scarred flesh between her breasts, her breath caught as he placed a delicate kiss to the marred skin. It was an odd sensation whenever he kissed her sniper scar. She couldn't feel his lips in the center of the area, but she could feel the heat from his skin permeate the old wound. She remembered how the bullet burned her flesh as it pierced her body, but this heat, the heat of his love for her, caused juxtaposition to the memories that curled her toes.

And then he was gone.

The loss of his body heat and pressure caused her eyes to startle open. He had left her panting on the bed, and now he was. . .getting something from the study?

"Castle, what the hell are you doing?" Her voice was breathy and fringed with annoyance. She could hear him fumbling around at his desk before reappearing at the bedroom door with one of his hands behind his back.

"I have one last thing to give you tonight." She cocked an eyebrow and her eyes wandered toward his engorged erection. Her lips pursed with slight annoyance and a heated blush stained Castle's face as he followed her eyes and looked down at himself.

"No, no, not that!" He stumbled forward into the room and paused at the end of the bed. Kate let out a huff and moved forward on her knees to sit impatiently in the middle of the bed while he tried to explain why he had just left her hot and bothered.

Gently, Castle brought his hand forward and presented Kate with one last rose. The petals were a deep lavender, and as he handed it to her Kate moved closer to the end of the bed so she could reach his lips while on her knees. She held the rose between them, cradled between her breasts as she languidly kissed him. Their tongues stroking and lips nibbling as they slowly broke apart, foreheads together in romantic contemplation, smiles adorning their faces.

"What does it mean, Castle?" Kate asked as she brought the flower to her nose to inhale its beautiful scent. He palmed the side of her face and she leaned into his hand as he answered.

"Lavender roses mean enchantment, and you enchant me, Kate. You've brought a magic into my life that I had given up on, and I never want to lose you." His words were raspy as his fingers toyed with one of the outer petals of the flower. He had put so much thought into this, into their entire night, and Kate felt an overwhelming sense of pride and love as she watched him open up before her. He was her overly romantic man, and she wouldn't want it any other way.

Bringing her lips up to his jaw she nuzzled into his cheek and brought her arms around his neck, her bare chest pressed against his as she held him to her. This was the intimate gesture she craved, but she pushed her hope of a proposal aside to just be in the moment with her writer.

"I love you, too, Rick." Her words seemed to reinvigorate him, and he latched himself to her pulse point, sucking and licking to the beat of her fluttering heart.

He pushed her back onto the bed (her rose placed delicately on the nightstand) and spread her legs with his knee, splaying his hand down her stomach before wriggling his fingers to play against her bundle of nerves under her panties. His lips were savage against her skin and his fingers dipped and teased against her folds making her body bow to his relentless assault on her senses. She could feel the coiling in her belly, the heat building to its ultimate crescendo, but she didn't want to climax with his hands again, she wanted him inside her, pulsing with ecstasy.

Biting the top of his ear to get his attention, Kate sputtered, "I don't want your fingers this time, Castle." She used her hand to grab him gently causing his hips to buck. "I want you." He smiled and slid her panties off of her body with his moist fingers leaving a trail of herself along the inside of her thigh. He realigned his pelvis to her opening and rubbed his member against her cleft to coat himself with her juices, basking in the noises that tripped from Kate's mouth.

"You're so wet, Kate." He moaned into her neck as she wrapped her arms up and between his to grab his shoulders while under neither him.

Her mouth fell open, and a low moan escaped her as he gradually sheathed himself between her legs, filling her and causing her inner muscles to clench around him. His hips slowly gyrated, letting her body adjust to his girth, one hand holding down her hip while the other propped him over her body giving her a pillar of muscle to latch onto. Kate clung to him, eyes open and trained to their joined hips. This feeling was intoxicating, and she really really just wanted him to start moving.

"Caa-stle," she released and his dark blue eyes steadied on her hazel as she lay panting beneath him.

"Yes, Katherine?" Her full name tipped off his tongue and it caused another shiver to tingle through her body as he accompanied her name with his first thrust. The sensation caught her off-guard and a smirk played across his face, she kissed it off.

"Move, Rick," she stated as she dipped her hips back into the mattress only to bring them forward again, constricting his cock with an internal squeeze.

He chuckled at her impatience and brought his face back down to her breasts. Rolling a hardened nipple between his teeth, he finally began to continuously thrust into her pulsing heat. The contrasting pain from his bite and pleasure from his incessant pumping caused a keening noise to break through Kate's lips. She loved this, she loved him, and as she met him thrust for thrust she could feel herself getting closer and closer to her fulfillment.

His hand was no longer gripping her hip, but had migrated to her clit to add more stimulation to their coupling. Her nails dug into his shoulder as she felt herself come undone. White heat shot through her body causing her knees to bend and her abdominals to contract. Her mouth fell open on a silent scream and her eyes found his in her throw of climactic fruition.

He wasn't far behind, a few more thrusts into her over-sensitized body, and he spilled himself into her core, blathering her name like a holy mantra into the air between them. He stayed inside her as he turned them on their side, holding her quivering body to his and peppering kisses to her forehead. He closed his eyes and she took her time to play with the hair on his forehead, feeling him start to go limp inside her. He was hers, and this simple knowledge brought a stunning smile to her face which she buried into his chest. A simple realization dawned on her as she began to fall into the void of sleep, thoroughly satisfied and wrapped in Castle's arms. If he had proposed after giving her the lavender rose, she would have accepted.

And with this small epiphany, Kate Beckett fell asleep with dreams of a brighter future with Richard Castle.

Author's note: Aaaaa, I've never done smut before, how do I even! BAH! Okay, well, this is the last prompt I had, so if you readers want something else/new leave me a prompt and I'll write it up when I'm having trouble with A New Connection. To the two who wanted a second chapter I hope I have done your request justice.

Let me know if you liked it, or review with a prompt. I don't care which, I just like to hear from you people.

Love always,

Liz