A/N: Well, this escalated quickly. Had to get it out of my head and I meant for it to be shorter and completely different but, yeah. Sorry :P I hope everyone likes it! Let me know? :') Muah3
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine. This is both a good thing and a bad thing.
He pulled her body close to him, wrapping her up in his arms, her back to his chest. The music flowed freely from the stereo, light and sweet and made the mood just right. When was the last time they had a night to themselves like this? A night without friends, without family, without dinner at Remy's. A night where they didn't come home tired and exhausted and fall asleep in each others arms before anything could happen. It's been at least a week and she relished the feel of his fingers on her neck, sweeping her hair to one side so he could press damp, open mouthed kisses on her throat. Her hand found it's way to his head, her fingers sliding through freshly cleaned locks, holding him there as she sighed, a slight smile on her lips.
Slowly, she turned in his arms, her fingers running down the side of his clean cut jaw. The expression on his face reminded her of a time not so long ago, when just being this close to him was unheard of; not unless they were undercover on a case. Of course she knew he wanted her, that much had always been obvious. And as the years went on, day after day, it was clear that at some point his feelings had morphed into something more. She trailed light kisses up his cheek, kissed his closed eyes, his other cheek, his lips, thought of their first night together. It was hard to say that she regretted waiting so long. What if the timing wasn't right? And everything they'd been through had brought them together, hadn't it? Sometimes it felt like this was inevitable, like they'd been floating towards each other the whole time. It was crazy to think of her home life without him, it felt so empty. This was her life now.
He was looking at her intently, that same expression on his face and she stared back, drinking it all in, the way his eyebrows knit together so slightly you almost missed it. The way he scanned her face with so much love, as though he was committing this moment to memory, looking at her like she was the only woman that existed; that had ever existed. The way his lips hung just slightly open, his breath coming out softly and swimming on her skin.
Leaning forward, she kissed him, slow and hot at first but working towards something much more salacious. She felt his fingers in her hair, tangling in her curls, and she moaned as his other hand slid over her ass, her thigh. Her hands were on his neck, she could feel his heart beating fast in his chest and suddenly she was scooped up, pressed into a table somewhere. When he released her mouth, went for her neck, she tilted her head back, a hand behind her to stabilize her on his desk - his office then - her other hand wrapped in the front of his light cotton t shirt, pulling him impossibly close as she wrapped a leg around him.
"Castle," his name just a whisper on her lips, and she forgot what she wanted to say the moment she said it, unsure if she'd had anything to say to begin with.
He was kissing her again and she struggled with him for a moment but only to pull her shirt up over her head, and then she stuck her fingers in his hair, brought his lips back. His hands roamed her body and she couldn't help all the noises she was letting out. She knew he liked it anyway, could tell how much he was enjoying it by the way his breathing changed, by the way his hands got more aggressive. There was a reason everyone at the precinct called their back and forth banter foreplay. It was part of who they were as a couple, clearly a part of every aspect of their lives.
When he laid her down on the bed roughly, she pulled him down by his shirt, attacking his mouth and letting her hand travel south. She teased him by stopping at his belt buckle and he groaned as she unzipped his jeans. He pulled his mouth from hers and kissed down her neck, her chest and stomach, ultimately stopping to unbutton her jeans, pull them off.
She'd always been a sexual person, loved nearly every second with her partners but no one'd ever loved her like he did. Emotionally and physically, and maybe that's why she had out of body experiences, why the voice she heard moaning and groaning and begging sounded different to her ears. Why it sometimes took her several minutes after they were finished to stop shaking. She knew he took pride in that, he was so smug when she'd first told him, their second night together.
She lie there, Castle snuggled up to her side, still half on top of her trembling body, and smiled. The music drifted in from the living room, and she recognized it, her favorite song. When she heard a light snore she snorted, tried to pull her body out from under him.
"Mm-mm, where do you think you're going?" He murmured, startling her, his face still smashed into her collarbone.
"I was gonna go finish dinner.." She trailed off as his hand slid it's way up her stomach, her ribs, and cupped her breast. Suddenly he pulled himself up over her, tugged her bottom lip with his teeth. "Castle, the lettuce is probably brown, the wine's getting warm," she said, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably with a smile on her lips. He kissed her, slow and sweet, just a hint of his warm tongue on hers.
"Fiiiine," he pretended to be hurt. She pecked his lips and then he rolled off of her and she climbed out of bed, jumping when he slapped her bare ass. Seconds later she tied her robe around her, sealing it with knot at her waist, and made her way to the living room, turning the stereo up louder since it was a song she knew he hated.
Unaware that he was close behind her until she heard his footsteps, she yelped and ran towards the kitchen, laughing when he caught her and squirming when he tickled her hips. Finally he let her go and when she caught her breath she began preparations for their dinner, laughing when he changed the song.