God help me on this one. Seriously… the virgin in me came out and was screaming in horror at the stuff I was thinking up. Let's hope you all appreciate it!
Normally, Castle would have been excited. Normally, he would have been totally on-board. But, normally, they would have been doing this in either his or her apartment – not some underground club. And, normally, there wouldn't be a very big chance of the owners of said club finding them out and murdering them slowly and torturously.
So he could be excused for being a little reluctant on this one.
"Look, it's not a big deal. We get in, we sneak into the office, we get the files and we get out." Beckett explained as they approached the unassuming door in the wall of the alley.
"It's not that part I'm worried about." Castle explained. "Kate, you saw the bodies. If they catch you…"
"I'll be fine, Castle." She tugged him to her and kissed him. "We'll be fine."
Castle reached up to his chest to feel the hidden microphone, only to remember that it wasn't there. The operation hadn't exactly been run by the captain beforehand, and they couldn't risk using equipment that she'd find out about. Ryan and Esposito were running down another lead in the case, keeping the captain informed and distracted as to what he and Beckett were up to that evening. If all went well, they'd have the information they needed. If all didn't go well… at least they wouldn't be alive for Gates to yell at them.
Beckett knocked two times, paused, and then knocked twice more. The door swung open, and a bouncer that was more mountain than man stared at them suspiciously. Beckett put on her sultriest pout, while Castle tried to look calm and in control.
"It's good to know when you're beaten." Beckett recited.
The bouncer turned and silently led them down the narrow steps and into a dark, dungeon-style hallway. Doors on either side of the corridor were marked with numbers. The walls were soundproof, but they could easily guess what was going on inside. The club was on the exclusive side, and it wouldn't do for patrons to be interrupted by the couple next door.
A woman clad in black leather appeared, leading them down the hallway and towards a door at the end.
"This will be your room." She explained. "I assume you paid in full?"
Castle nodded. "We assumed it was the only way to ensure our membership."
"It's the preferred method, yes." The woman nodded. "This room is yours for the night. If there's anything that you need, there's a button on the wall. At the end of the hall, turn left and you'll find the bathrooms." She unlocked the door and opened it for them to enter. "Have fun." She winked.
The minute the door was closed, Beckett reached up and yanked Castle down to her. After making out for a moment, she turned to whisper in his ear while he kissed up and down her neck. "According to our source, the office is next to the bathrooms." She felt Castle nod against her neck. "I think we should wait about a half an hour, and then…"
"Why are we even faking this right now?" Castle asked.
"Cameras." Beckett whispered. Castle's eyes flicked upwards. Sure enough, there was a tiny camera mounted in the corner of the wall, right underneath the ceiling.
"Shit." He muttered. "Wait – won't they get suspicious when we don't…"
When Beckett didn't reply, he pulled back. His eyes searched her face. "We have to." Beckett whispered. "They'll know, otherwise."
Castle glanced around the room at the various 'toys' offered. He glanced at the ornate bed. "I am not touching you with those." He inclined his head towards some of the more violent offerings.
"Good. Now I won't have to kill you." Beckett quipped, her voice low. "But we'll have to use something… after all, that's supposedly why we're here…"
She marched over to the stuff and began to look around. Castle came over as well, standing behind her and resting his hands on her hips. After a moment, Beckett made her decision. She snatched up some black and red ties.
"Use these." She instructed.
Castle glanced at the objects in her hand, and then her. "Is there any chance you could swipe this video? Because I want proof that you willingly let me…"
"Just. Use. Them." Beckett ground out through clenched teeth.
Case or no case, Castle was not going to let this opportunity go to waste. He took the ties from her hand. He selected one and carefully tied it around her eyes. Beckett sucked in a breath, but said nothing.
Once, while doing research for a Derrick Storm novel, he'd researched BDSM. (In his book, he had a BDSM shop be a cover for arms dealers.) One thing that was stressed was that in any healthy dom/sub relationship, there had to be a high level of trust. And while Beckett was happy to take the lead on such things (in fact, she was even willing to use her police cuffs), letting someone else be in control was an entirely different matter. He would have to tread carefully.
Gently, he led her over to the bed. Beckett crawled backwards onto it, her senses on high alert. Castle placed a hand on her chest and gently pressed downwards. Beckett lay down on her back, trying to stay limp. Castle then tied each of her arms to the bedposts, testing the ties to make sure that they were secure, but not too tight.
"You okay?" He asked in a low voice.
Beckett nodded slightly. She didn't trust her voice at the moment.
There was the sound of rustling, and Beckett felt him begin to unbutton her outfit. She'd chosen it specifically so that it would be easy to take off. The thrill that ran through her was surprising, but pleasing. She trusted Castle, and not just to take care of her; she trusted him to make this very, very good. Although, she kind of wished that she could see in order to confirm her suspicion that he had a huge grin on his face.
Castle contemplated his next move. He supposed that the people who may or may not be watching them would want a big show, with safe words and dirty talk, but Beckett was in a vulnerable position right now. He slowly peeled back the sides of her dress, then ran his hands over her skin. Goosebumps appeared in his wake. Bending down, he kissed her right between her breasts. Beckett's back arched slightly. Slowly, he continued to work his way downward, spending so much time on each patch of skin that Beckett was certain he'd never finish. She tugged at the restraints, but he'd done a damn fine job. They didn't budge. The need to move, to touch him and regain control, was driving her almost as crazy as what he was doing to her body.
He finally reached her upper thighs. Glancing up, he was pleased to see that her entire body was flushed in the way that he knew signaled her arousal. He couldn't help the grin that spread over his face. Bending down, he ran his tongue along her entrance, tasting her juices. Beckett trembled, trying not to buck her hips. Taking this for the encouragement that it was, Castle worked on her clit for a good minute, completely ignoring her passage for the time being. He knew that if she had her hands free, Beckett would be yanking his head up to kiss him, angling for penetration. He decided to deny her that for just a little bit longer.
By the time a few more minutes had passed, Beckett was going insane. She bucked her hips violently, trying to communicate. If she spoke, she couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't use his name and screw it all up, so she stayed silent. She felt Castle smile against her skin.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you wanted something." He teased. His voice was gravelly and dark with desire.
"You know… fuck…" Beckett's sentence trailed off into an expletive.
Castle took that as her breaking point and finally curled his tongue into her, sealing his mouth against her. Beckett let off a string of curses that would have made any sailor blush. He struggled to keep from smiling and continued in his work.
Beckett's panting built upon itself until she finally came with a long, loud moan. It rose and varied in pitch until it finally died down, trailing away into a whine of loss as Castle moved away from her.
He released each hand, massaging the wrist before letting go. Beckett sat up, removing her blindfold. He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off as she rose up on her knees, kissing him fervently. He let her control the kiss, holding her tightly while her hands desperately ran over his body.
"Thank you." She whispered. Their eyes met and they smiled.
Castle remembered where they were. He cleared his throat. "Do you, uh…" He trailed off, unsure of how to finish and hoping that she got his meaning.
Beckett's eyes flashed with realization. "I'm going to go to the bathroom." She said, her voice at a normal level. She leaned in, palming his rather prominent erection. "And I promise I'll take care of this at home." She said, smiling wickedly before hopping off the bed and exiting the room.
Two hours later, the files examined and the mission a success, she made good on her promise.
For all of you BBC fans, there is a reference to "Sherlock" in there. Catch it if you can! And if this seemed slightly sappy, sorry about that; while doing my research I was struck by what a big part trust played in it, and it seemed like something Beckett would have a hard time with, so… yeah.