Temptation Tuesday

Kate sat at her desk, a cup of coffee in one hand, tapping her pen on her lip with the other. The tap tap tap of the pen along her lips did nothing to distract her, nor the sounds of the bullpen, or Ryan and Esposito chatting animatedly in the break room.

She was too focused on him.

The way he smelled, the rise and fall of his chest while he breathed... Even his fingers as he tapped away at his phone. Looking at him now, her body fighting against her mind to keep it secret, all she could think about was the way his skin smelled under her nose. Her chin resting on his chest, breathing him in, feeling him inhale beneath her, and blow the sweet hot air across her face.

Kate could feel it all over, in the phantom touch of his lips, pressed into her neck, her mouth, locked in the seal of his kisses.

She knew what his hands felt like as they danced across her naked back. The pads of his fingers mapping out every inch of her flesh, writing his own stories into the dips and curves of muscles, bones, etching the words into her skin like a love story.

Sophia was wrong...

They didn't lose the longing. In fact it manifested. It was proof enough now, as she sat here.. knowing exactly what it felt like to have him touch her. To feel him under her own hands. To let herself be with him completely.

Rise and fall with him, be guided and loved by him.

She knew what if felt like to feel alive again.

It was torture, having to sit here, knowing exactly what is was like. Feeling that resin of lust, need and love seeping through her pores, and not be able to reach out and do something about it.

If he was thinking the same thing, he gave no indication. But he always surprised her that way. Harbored it like she did, and then completely overtake her the minute they stepped in the door. Or even after, or in the middle of the hallway... going up the stairs, leaning on the pillar in the dining room... Anywhere she was, when he decided to pounce on her.

And now she watched him more observantly. Searching for a tell over the elephants, the lines of their backs in the foreground, and him the expanse of their horizon.

Castle's face was calm, relaxed even, as he sat in his chair, one leg crossed over the other. He was making dinner reservations, every now and then his hand would reach out blindly for his own cup of coffee. And her eyes fell to his mouth, how he puckered it before the rim rested on his bottom lip, and then the liquid tipped in flowing over his tongue, filling his mouth.

She could taste it on her tongue, mixed with his own unique taste, and she resisted the urge to lick her own lips. Moan when his tongue darted out to catch the coffee threatening to dribble into his growing stubble.

Mmm stubble.

Sexy.

So sexy and she couldn't do anything about it.

And she didn't think they'd make their reservation. Not because of the fire rekindling in the pit of her stomach, that raw, have to have it, have him, ache between her legs.

But they were waiting on ballistics. Knowing full well they had their killer, but of course evidence had to be the loudest logical voice.

She wanted to shuck the logic and put more pleasurable use to her time. And she sighed, the frustrated air tickling her lips, head falling into her hand as she continued to stare at his jaw.

He should have shaved.

She can still feel the rough hairs against her palm. A tingling in her fingers from when she caressed his face this morning. Soft slow kisses over a bristling rough surface. She'd give anything to be able to feel it again, tangible and...

"Coffee's cold." She suddenly said, pushing her chair back, startling him as she stood up.

But he caught the mischievousness twitching at the corner of her mouth, trying to break free and wreak havoc on his mind, rush the blood further south and making the ache he'd been hiding that much more unbearable.

Castle reached out, and curled his fingers over hers and her still very hot cup of coffee. It was a staredown. One he knew he wasn't going to win.

Her lip was dragged into her mouth by her teeth, and he thought she was about to give in... and maybe she was, as she walked around her desk, hand still on the mug, trapped beneath his, and leaned in, whispering, purring into his ear like the sex kitten she was, and he nearly died right there.

"I need you." She said, the plump flesh of her lips brushing the shell of his ear, and a shiver ran through him on contact, straight down, down until he almost banged into her, jumping out of his chair.

She smirked, a slight shake of her head as she pushed him down. Forcing his back into the chair as his feet slid on the floor.

Kate wanted him to wait.

Be discreet...and then she left him, an extra tempting sway of her hips.

Thing was...

He didn't know where she was going, and when she disappeared around the corner, he also didn't know who long he should wait, where to find her. After a minute.. or less. More? he wasn't entirely sure, Castle stood up from his chair, pushing his hands down his thighs as he looked around, trying to calm himself.

"Where's Beckett?" He asked passing Ryan and Espo as they sat back down at their desks with coffee.

"I think she said she needed to photocopy something. Or get new pens..." Ryan looked at Espo.

Who shrugged. "I thought it was a roll of paper towels? Spilt coffee on herself, or the desk..." He said, shaking his head and turning towards his computer. "Seemed distracted."

"Yeah..." Ryan agreed. "I think she's getting really antsy about closing this case."

Or something.

Castle wanted to say, but kept his mouth shut. Instead he hid his smirk behind his hand, disguised it by pushing it into his hair.

Discrete his ass...

She was all hot and bothered, and rambled nonsensical things to cover it up... He knew that, because he did it himself...She was right, she didn't know how to do this and it was adorable.

"I'm... going to..." He pointed off in a random direction. "Go, see if she needs help."

They both nodded to him, "Relax her would you man?" Espo asked and Castle turned around.

"She gets impatient... and..." Ryan trailed off as if she was about to show up behind Castle at any moment.

"Snippy?" Castle asked, this time a huge grin spread across his face as the Irishman looked down. "I'll be sure to..." He tried not to clear his throat. "Take her mind of it." He then said before rounding the corner.

The hallway was deserted, and he just stood there for a moment, as if trying to hear her, or see her with ex ray vision, through the few doors that were closed.. And he didn't have to look too far, as he finally took a few steps, hearing a door open behind him, and a hand reach out and yank him into a very confined space.

She was so close, pressed up against his chest, her hands finding his face, smoothing over his stubble before going ,down, down as her hot breaths gusted shallow and heavy on his face.

"Take me." She said in the darkness of the supply closet.

He clicked on the light, pulling the chain down as it brushed his face, the sound almost like a click of a safety. But he knew, by the look in her eyes, so raw and freeing, that he was far from safe.

She was a loaded gun.

Castle gulped, clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides. Skin prickling with his need to touch her. He pressed her back, her heels almost tripping over a stray box on the floor, but she caught herself on the shelf beside her, eyes still locked on him, a bit of surprise flashing in them before she let her back rest against the far wall.

She had made herself the target. Opening herself up for whatever he had in store for her. It excited her, seeing what he came up with, new ways to push her over. And despite how much she pouted, denied it.

Kate especially loved it. When he teased.

Which is exactly what he was doing. Moving so slowly to her, coasting his hand up her thigh, groping the inside, squeezing at the muscles, flitting over the heat waiting for him beyond the thin fabric of her black work pants.

She tried to buck into him, but his other hand held her at her waist, thumb caressing up her side as the other coasted along her right breast, fingers teasing the outer curve through the material.

Her eyes narrowed, mouth falling open as she tried once again to move into him, his touch and just... feelthe entirety of his hands all over her.

But he was taking his time.. time that she knew they didn't have. And soon became annoyed, growling at him as he stepped into her, mouth hovering over hers as his hand finally came to her face. He cupped her ear, fingers digging softly in the falling tendrils of her hair.

Maybe she wanted quick before...but feeling him now, seeing the tenderness floating in the wake of his intense desire, Kate melted.

"Where do you want me to take you?" He asked, his voice dipping low, dangerous, as he moved farther into her, his pelvis connecting with hers.

She found herself at a loss for words. So swept up in the proximity, hearing her heart pulsing in her ears, feel it beating against her chest, against his as his own met hers beat for beat.

It didn't matter where. As long as it was with him.

"I don't care." She rasped before surging forward, and taking him.

She knew, she could never take everything he had. That he would always have more to give her.

And she was kissing him now, slow languid opened mouthed kisses, a rhythm of their lips colliding over and over in an unhurried, melodic dance. It made her forget the world, just for a fleeting delicious moment.

That is.. until he accidentally nipped at Kate's lips, biting down and causing her to take in a sharp breath. He stumbled into her, almost crushing her before bracing his hands on either side of her head.

"Shit." He yelped.

"What?" She panted back, breasts heaving against his chest.

"I heard something...I think someone is coming."

"Should be me." She mumbled. And then bit her lip when he gave her a look. "Or you..." She added, trailing off before fixing her blouse, his hand having snuck underneath, palmed at her burning flesh.

"Shh." Castle said, pressing a finger to her lips when she sighed loudly.

She glared at him, but did as she was told, straining her ears to listen. And then a sharp panic shot through her chest, footsteps, and the voices of Ryan and Esposito.

"Quick!" Castle whispered throwing himself off of her. "Climb me." He said

Kate stood up straighter, brushing at her pants. "Climb up you?"

"Yes!" He said as if it wasn't the most absurd request, as if she hadn't done that very thing in the kitchen last night, and had their way with each other against the fridge. He tilted his head to one side, and huffed. "Not like That."

Kate shook her head, rolling her eyes and stepped towards him, the chain whacking her in the eye. "What am I doing?"

"Let me lift you... you know... so it looks like I'm helping you get something on a shelf or something."

"You know." She said, even as she gave in, him bending down and cupping his hands so she could step onto them.. "This is starting to get annoying," and rose up, head banging on a box above her head. Pens spilled out and scattered all over the floor.

"Yea well." He said, cringing as he lifted her higher, "It's this... or explaining to the boys why mom and dad are making out in a supply closet."

"I'm going to ignore that comment..." She said, looking down at him. "And you forgot groping."

He grinned back at her, sliding his hand up her inner thigh, "I wasn't finished yet."

"Finish what?" The boys asked when they swung the door open.

The light from the hall poured in, and both squinted as they looked at each other and then back at Ryan and Esposito who were staring expectantly, and maybe just a little suspicious.

Castle cleared his throat. "Telling her she must not give into temptations." He waggled his eyebrows at her.

Kate narrowed her eyes, tongue sticking between her teeth as her eyes flicked to the bulge in his pants, hidden by her as she reached for a box. "I think it was you." She said, hand brushing at the front of his jeans on the way down, clutching her prize as he nearly dropped her. "Who was giving in, wanting to steal office supplies."

"Tisk tisk." Espo said, turning around as Ryan gave Castle a disapproving shake of his head.

Kate smirked, stepping down and sliding against him when the boys walked away, mumbling the trouble Castle would be in if Gates caught him. Castle just pouted at her, walking out of the supply closet, and then turning back around.

"You coming Beckett?" He asked, watching as she kicked a stray pen back into the closet before shutting the door.

She looked up at him, an exasperated sigh parting her lips, "Obviously Not."