N/A: Be aware, this chapter is partly M Rated as indicated.
'Come to me
In the night hours
I will wait for you
And I can't sleep
'Cause thoughts devour
Thoughts of you consume'
x
Kate Beckett sat on the floor between the couch and the coffee table, shoulders hunched over the surveillance photos, and her notes on what Esposito and Ryan had found, a mug of steaming coffee in the middle of it all. It was probably around 10:30pm when she heard the knock on her door. Confused, she pushed herself up and straightened her NYPD grey top where it had ridden high above her hip, thankfully it was long enough to cover most of her ass - barely. She thought perhaps it was room service, but she was quite sure she hadn't asked for anything - not since an hour ago when she'd ordered dinner up. She peered through the peephole, and felt herself tense up at the sight of who was standing there. Was he checking up on her? He was unbelievable.
She jerked the door open, making sure he would get the message just by looking at her face. "Castle. What are you doing here? How did you know where I was staying? Are you spying on me?" She narrowed her eyes at him as he stood there, mouth gaping like a fish, and a takeout bag dangling from his fingers. Okay, perhaps she had misjudged his motive - still.
He walked past her as though he owned the place, leaving her gaping and staring at the empty hallway. She let out a huff, and slammed the door closed. Turning to him, she crossed her arm over her chest, waited for him to elaborate.
Looking right into her eyes, he frowned and shook his head. "What, no! I just figured I'd bring you dinner, best-" The sentence fell short as he started walking around, his eyes most likely taking stock of the scattered notes, the murder board she had fixed to a window. When he turned back to her, his eyes were of an icy hard blue. He let out a sharp puff of hair that might have been a bitter laugh of disbelief, and licked his lips. "Wait. Is that- You said we'd do this together," he said darkly, a finger pointing to the mess on the floor. He set the bag down next to the mess of notes on the coffee table, and walked back toward her, slowly, looking at her from under low and stiff brows - like a beast stalking to catch his prey.
For some reason, she surprised herself in taking a step back, her back hitting the door before she knew it. She squared her shoulders, brushing off the warning swirling in her guts. So what, he was angry, he had no reason to be. She wasn't a child, she didn't need to be kept out of trouble. She stared at him with defying eyes of her own, saw his jaw tense in response - probably realizing that she wouldn't feel intimidated. She could feel her treacherous body react alright, but it had nothing to do with anything he was aiming for.
"Yeah, well. I lied. Kinda," she said, her short quickening breaths making it sound less provoking than she was going for. He was standing so close that his scent seemed to be all over her. She tried to swallow past the heavy lump clogging her throat as the muscles of her abdomen tensed and contracted, her nerves flaring as arousal zipped through her wickedly. Fisting her hands, and forcing her nails into her palms was the only way she found to control herself.
"I can't believe you," he almost spat, his own breathing erratic, though she couldn't tell if it was from anger or something else. She searched his darkening eyes as they bore into hers, and shook her head in an attempt to clear her thoughts, see through the blur of arousal.
He looked like she'd just murdered someone, it was ridiculous, and she was clearly not in the mood to fight - though, she could entertain the idea of them sparring on a gym mat. "Oh come on, Castle. I was going over my notes, you don't need to make a big deal out of it," she stated as she tried to bypass him - get away from him - but he took a step aside to keep her there; between the door, and his chest.
"Yes, I do! Is this what you do? If we're gonna do this, I have to be able to trust you, and you have to trust me. You lied to me, this is not okay," he scolded her like she was a child, and she had had enough.
She took an irritated intake of breath, her eyes momentarily rolling to the ceiling, and let it out firmly - tried to stay cool, because one of them had to. She had no idea what that was about, didn't get why he was so fired up, he didn't seem to go much by the book himself, but his anger and anguish was genuine, and hot.
His eyes were intent on her, never letting her advert her own gaze (he hadn't looked down at her even once), and she wondered if he was aware of how close they were; his heaving chest almost brushing her breasts. It didn't seem like he would let it go soon enough, so she went for the only option she knew would allow him to let it all out in a way that they would both enjoy, and benefit from. She didn't mind that he was angry at her, couldn't care less about what he thought, but right now, she'd rather feel that anger more deeply.
She let a sly smile stretch across her lips as she closed the already small distance between them. Pushing herself up on her tiptoes, she laid a lithe hand on his chest, her mouth travelling to his ear. He sucked in a breath, and tensed, telling her just how much she was affecting him. "Yeah? What are you gonna do about it…" she mouthed distinctly, her lips brushing his ear. "Detective," she dragged out more forcefully, as he swallowed roughly, his face bobbing so slightly with it. She lowered back down to the soles of her feet and looked at him from lowered lashes, almost laughed out loud at the look on his face as he finally took in her outfit - or lack thereof; Hungry, pitch black eyes travelling languidly down her bare legs, and back up just as slowly. She shivered hard under his perusal, her heart pounding, and pounding.
She knew what she was doing, didn't even try to hide it. And he responded - fast. What she hadn't anticipated was how fast she responded to him. She knew better than hooking up with cops, they would never work outside of this. But, she would be going home soon, and they would never see each other again - both of them knew what this would be. Besides, they had an insane amount of chemistry; he was hot, and clearly not indifferent to her either, it would be a real shame to waste that.
He reached out a hand, and curled it around her right hip, fingers fisting hard around the fabric of her top, the coolness of his fingers against her thin skin startled her - a gasp escaping her. His eyes dropped to her parted lips as he brought his face closer, close enough for their noses to touch gently, mouths hovering as they breathed into each other's mouth. Tension sizzled and crackled between them in bright sparks that she felt snaking through her nerve endings, forcing her to squeeze her thighs to keep it together. Her face felt so warm, she thought she was about to explode.
"This is wrong," he sighed into her mouth as his hips backed her further into the door, the firm contact forcing her lips wider, her eyes falling closed due to the stimulation overload.
She swallowed hard. "I agree," she croaked past her tight throat, her chest heaving with each labored breath. She opened her eyes and glanced down as he angled his face to smear his lips behind her ear, his tongue drawing random patterns against her skin. She let her head fall back against the door with a thud, her legs giving out under herself at his ministration.
"You wanna stop?" He mumbled against her skin, and bit hard, making her whole body jump and bang against the wooden door as she yelped and shoved her hands into his short hair, gripping and holding on tight to it.
"Fuck, no," she let out as his mouth went back up to hover above her lips. The hand at her hip abandoned the gray cotton to span her waist - his hand so wide that it covered half her back. Tired of taking it slow, she let go of his head to reach for his belt buckle, going for the zipper with quick fingers. Castle let out a deep groan that vibrated low in her belly, and restrained both her hands, fingers circling her slim wrists. He slammed them down against the door on both sides, and she squirmed. What was he doing?
"Hell no. We're doing it, my way, Beckett," he said hotly against her mouth as he pushed a leg between her thighs, high and forcefully enough to slam against her centre, her whole body jostling up with it, and she couldn't repress the moan that wanted out.
Right, she hadn't listened to him, and he wanted to reclaim control. Fine, she'd let him play, and then she'd show him.
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He stopped wasting time and took her mouth; there was no grace, no delicacy to it. It was ruthless, and rough; lips sucking, teeth clashing, tongues probing. Her blood sang at the punishing pace, as she grinded herself down on him shamelessly, the thin cotton of her panties shifting against the rough jeans and drawing a hiss out of her. He let one of her hands go so he could skim his own up the lines of her abs. Her own hand automatically flew to his face, nails scratching the harsh stubble as they worked at each other's mouths. She mewled into his mouth the moment his hand came around her breast, his thumb slowly circling her nipple. She bucked hard into him in response as he began pinching her nipple. The man fucking knew what he was doing.
Castle let her mouth go to latch onto the line of her jaw, biting hard enough to leave a mark. She grunted, angled her face and curled her fingers around his ear hard to encourage him to move lower. She must have given enough of an indication because he started nipping down the line of her throat, tongued the hollow place below her collarbone. He needed to stop playing around, she couldn't take any more of this, and she let it known.
"Fucking touch me Castle, or leave it to me," she spat pulling on the hand that he was still holding down in emphasis.
She felt him laugh into her skin - that bastard - and suck hard until she moaned. He raised his head, his mouth into a sheepish smile, and eyes so dark she wondered where the blue had gone to. "You in a rush, Beckett?" She narrowed her eyes at him, but if anything, his smile grew wider. He was enjoying seeing her squirm under him.
He let her hand go, and curled his own around the bottom of her top, lifted it above her head in a swift move and threw it across the room - leaving her in nothing but her panties. He looked into her eyes for a brief moment, as if making sure she was still on board, though she was not sure what he was looking for exactly. She arched a sharp eyebrow at him, and that seemed to make him snap out of it. Next thing she knew, he had her whole right breast into his mouth, sucking as she was gasping for air with her head thrown back. Her hands found their way back into his hair, anchoring herself there while his tongue swirled around her nipple and he sucked greedily, leaving her no choice but to shout his name. He abandoned her breast with a moist pop at her cry, looking entirely too smug.
He finally pulled his own top over his head and threw it away, her eyes instantly descending to his defined abs and muscular chest. Her hands moved to span each side of his broad chest, licking her lips - if she could just taste...He must have sensed what she wanted to do judging by the way he slammed her back into the door - and what was it with that caveman shoving? His gaze bored into her, so hot and deep that she struggled to catch her breath or advert her eyes. The distraction worked - she hadn't noticed his fingers migrating south until he pressed her panties hard against her folds, tearing an immediate moan out of her. Even with her head thrown back and her eyes closed, she could feel his gaze on her - watching closely as she writhed. He pushed the cotton aside, and ran a light finger around her, purposely avoiding the place where she wanted him most. She keened uncontrollably as the pressure climbed, and climbed so excruciatingly slowly that her breath caught around a strangled noise. He responded by sliding two fingers into her entry, smearing the wetness that pooled there and dripped down her thighs around his fingers to drive up to her clit, drawing tight circles and alternating between circling her clit, and drawing shallow paths to her entry. She let her whole weight collapse on his hand as her legs turned to jelly, her mouth so dry she couldn't even cry out. He cupped her sex more fully, and crushed his chest against her to hold her up. "Kate," he croaked, visibly well affected himself.
Without any warning, he thrust two fingers in, and lifted her further up against the door so sharply that she slumped forward against his shoulder and bit the skin there to muffle her scream. His fingers worked her centre mercilessly, bottoming in and out so fast that a loud squelch filled the room, the oddly errotic sound bringing her closer to the razor-sharp edge. He pressed his thumb against her bundle of nerves with the right amount of pressure while he kept plunging his fingers deep into her, back and forth.
The moment he ducked his head to suck a nipple inside his warm mouth - she soared. She immediately froze, and tensed as tiny stars burst behind her eyelids. He helped her ride the waves, pumping slowly between her legs even when she closed her thighs hard around his hand, until she fell against the door with a groan, her muscles turning liquid one by one. Beckett opened her eyes to see him sucking his fingers clean, and almost came right there - untouched.
He looked at her with wide eyes, his pupils dilated as she arched herself onto her tiptoe,s and stained his lips with a dirty twist of her lips, tongue poking through the barrier of his teeth to taste herself on him, and purring low in her throat as she did. He let her explore his mouth, a hand cradling the back of her head as his fingers crept up through her hair.
She pushed him away, their lips separating with a wet sound. She saw him move his hands to his jeans, and slapped them away with a disapproving click of her tongue. As much as she wanted him to take her hard against the door, it'd have to wait for later. She needed more, needed him deep enough to split her apart, and it wouldn't happen as long as they were vertical.
She dropped her panties on the floor without further ceremonies, and headed for the bedroom without a second look back.
He was floored.
He watched in a total daze as she skittered away from him naked, and disappeared into what he was guessing was the bedroom. The last few minutes had flown by in a blur, his brain only now registering what had just happened. Although his tight jeans didn't need any additional reminders, if anything, it made it worse. He hadn't seen that coming. He had wanted it since he had laid eyes on her - there was no point in denying it, and by the looks of it, she had, too. Still, it had come from nowhere, and she'd turned the tables so fast, it had blinded him.
She was incredible; a raging fire under a supple, and pliant body. She took, and showed what she wanted without shame, had guided him through it with the desperate grips of her fingers, and throaty cries, and he was certain he already was drugged on her. He thought he'd been the one in control, but even tied down, she had him by the balls - figuratively, though, literally, too, he hoped.
The first thing he saw when he walked into the room was her sitting against the headboard, a hand between her legs, and he groaned; a guttural sound that came from deep inside at the sight. Mine.
His brain tripped over itself as arousal flared bright in his groin, his cock straining hard against the front of his jeans. She smiled; a sly, naughty thing that showed just how much she was enjoying this.
Swearing under his breath, he jerked his jeans and briefs down his legs and stepped out, his sockets going with them. He noticed she'd stopped touching herself the minute he'd started taking his jeans off, and he arched an eyebrow at her. He saw her swallow, the long and soft line of her throat bobbing with the effort as her eyes froze on his shaft.
He let out a light snort, weirdly proud of rendering her speechless - and so still. He climbed on the bed, and crawled to her slowly, only stopping once he had two hands braced against the wall behind her. He caught a whiff of the sweet scent of cherries, and dropped his nose into her soft golden hair, let the sweet smell wash over him. He startled hard when he felt the tip of her tongue stroke a line between his pectorals, her low hum reverberating low in his belly. Oh, she had to stop that.
He moved backward, just enough to press his knees into the soft mattress at the level of her own knees. She watched with a light frown as he grabbed her hips firmly, pulled her forward sharply, and pushed her knees apart so they circled him. He smiled as she gasped, her head now down on the cushion. She lifted herself on her elbows and scowled at him. "What're you doing, Castle?"
He shrugged innocently, and lied down on his stomach, looked at her from between her raised knees. He let the strong scent of her arousal guide him to the source, his nose hovering her centre and blowing air over the moist lips. He heard her swear a very low Fuck, and buried his nose in that soft place between her leg and her outer lips, nipping softly. He felt her leg shift as she raised a foot, a stream of moans flowing out of her. "Castle, later," she slurred through her teeth it seemed.
But he didn't think she sounded like she really wanted to put this off, so he plunged right in and feasted like a starved man. And perhaps he was, had been starving - until she'd come into the picture. He proceeded carefully, and slowly at first; light probes of his tongue here, and there to try to find the spots that made her eyes roll right back into her head, and to let himself enjoy the taste of her - her scent shooting bright flares down his own arousal, and oh- he could do that all night, over and over again. He shot a few glances up, her chest curved into a perfect arch that made him groan and burrow deeper into her as she whined like a cat. Quickly, he added a finger to the mix, the digit thrusting in and out as he tongued her clit, and sucked it between his lips. He let her high-pitched keens, and gripping hands tell him what, and how she liked it - his lips and tongue merciless in their task.
He felt the tight walls of her sex pulse around his digit, and sucked harder on her clit as she violently clamped down around him and cried out with her legs clamping hard around his head. He hummed into her as she came back to herself, and jerked his head up to look at her as she breathed heavily. She was staring at the ceiling, her mouth in a rounded 'o', her hair tousled wildly around her face, and he'd never seen such a mesmerizing sight.
"Well, fuck me, you're good," she let out around a laboured breath, brushing the hair from her face with a blow through her lips.
He barked out a laugh, couldn't help it. He had no idea how she could look so adorable after that, but she did and he really wanted to kiss her for it. Though, she sat up and pushed him on his back with a speed that knocked the air out of him. She climbed him, her taut ass pressed up on his thighs and his balls resting just against her bald mound. He pushed himself onto his elbows and blinked - she sure was a woman full of surprises.
She smiled triumphantly at him as she grabbed him firmly, and started a slow up and down trip on his shaft. He hissed and fell back against the mattress, his hands in fists around the fabric of the bed cover. "I think you've had enough fun. My turn," she said as she kept up the slow glide of her fingers, his abs tightening hard. He didn't want her hands, what was she doing, she needed to scoot forward so he could- something wet clamped hard against the head of his cock, and all thoughts left him - mind going blank. "Kaaaate, Kate, no," he dragged out as she snaked her wicked tongue around him and bobbed down, her hand stroking his base. She was gonna kill him.
"What, Castle, afraid of a little bit of foreplay?" She asked with that sultry voice of her, soft like velvet, and so throaty that he almost came right then. A hand tickled his balls as she dove back down, and hummed - the sound zipping through him like a blade. He groaned, dark and deep, refrained himself from going for her head. "Beckett, Kate, please. Inside."
She let his shaft go with a wet pop that made him groan, "Okay, fine. But, you're no fun," she said, sullen, and squatted forward on his lap, he felt something familiar encase his shaft, and when the fuck had she grabbed a condom. He stopped thinking the moment she started to run herself over his cock back and forth - and no, Beckett…!
She kept teasing herself, oblivious of his warnings. So, that seemed to be a habit - overlooking warnings. He was about to beg her to do something when he felt the tight, wet grip of her pussy as she sunk excrutiatingly slow. He raised himself back on his elbows, absolutely had, needed to see this as she braced herself on his chest and started twisting, and swirling her hips around. He moaned, long, and deep as she picked up the pace, driving herself up and down his shaft openly, and overtly - their skin slapping harshly as they met. The room was quickly flooded with matching moans, and grunts, and he did his best to drive his hips up to meet her, as she keened hard. He wanted to touch her, do something, but couldn't possibly. Well, that could change.
He drove his hips up more vigorously, watched her throw her head back and used that moment to sit up and propelled them forward. She let out a yelp of surprise, quickly followed by a shriek as he hovered over her, her legs now tightly curled around his waist, and this time he was the one driving hard into her, controlling the pace. "Fuck, Castle. What the hell."
He drove into her full speed, his own body arching above her as his resolve tightened. His breath hitched, and he slowed down right when he could feel she was about to fall, the glide of his shaft inside her measured, and too slow for either of them to come. "You're a fucking dead man," she muttered through gritted teeth, her chest heaving more profoundly. He looked up at her, noticed how her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead, her nostrils flaring with the effort of finding release.
He let himself sway forward, his cock burrowing deeper as he did, and pressed a slow kiss under her eye. "Trust me, Beckett. Just- trust me." With that, he forced himself down, and deep enough so she could grind her clit against him, and went back out almost entirely, only to slam down in one tight thrust, the muscles of his ass flexing hard. His own self-control slipped as she arched under him, and squirmed uncontrollably, no longer able to hold himself back, he thrust and pistoned hard, and quick. Castle squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his balls tighten, urging her on "Touch yourself, Kate," he gritted out as he opened his eyes to her messily stroking herself as she mewled and thrashed.
She came with a violent, long shout, his name not far behind as her thighs spasmed so hard against him that her lower body levitated from the mattress. He followed her almost immediately as he kept pumping at a steady pace, a deep grunt slipping past his lips as he emptied himself in her. Completely drained, he let himself roll on the side and stared at the ceiling as he focused on returning to a regular breathing pattern.
Castle turned his face to the side to glance at her, his heart flipping in his chest at the sight of Detective Kate Beckett thoroughly satiated and...sleepy. He laughed softly as her eyelids slammed down, her thick dark eyelashes an interesting contrast against the flushed tint of her face. He glanced in the direction of the bedside table where screaming red numbers indicated it was 11:47.
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Castle sighed. He should go back to his place, he guessed, but looking at her now he didn't have it in him to leave her here, naked and alone. He got up from the bed, and found his boxer briefs, jumped back into them. He went looking for the bathroom, and once in, threw the condom in the trash, and grabbed a washcloth from the shelf, played with the taps of the sink to get the water warm enough, and wet the thick piece of cotton. He walked back to her side of the bed, and cautiously stroke the glove between her legs, she moaned something in her sleep, and burrowed her face further into the cover. He smiled fondly at the sight - because how could he not- and pulled the covers from under her, eased her under the thin sheet as delicately as he could, covering her whole form.
Thoroughly worn out himself, he threw the glove on the nightstand, and slid slowly under the covers next to her, though at a reasonable distance. They might have had sex, they both were aware of what it meant - or rather, didn't mean. He was, but it didn't stop his stupid heart from skipping a beat, a terrible sense of longing - that he didn't want- already settling heavily in his chest.
He could survive sex with Kate Beckett, could very well handle her. What he wasn't so sure of was of how good he would be at keeping it casual. He didn't need anyone, and yet, each time he looked at her - he couldn't tear his gaze away, couldn't let her go.
Woah, people! I didn't expect such a feedback, it's amazing. I'm really happy you guys love it, it's super fun to write. I can now say that it should be 5 chapters long, and yeah...chapters are kind of lengthy - sorry?
Now...I have never EVER written smut before in my life, so I hope it's not too awkward? Tell me if you want me to cut those or keep them because there's another M rated "scene" next chapter. (oops)
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