I made Castle and Beckett do WHAT now?!

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She was avoiding him. They both knew it and they both knew it was ridiculous but she's unwilling to relinquish, as usual. They'd won the silly little competition, by miles, even though they hadn't spoken a word for over half an hour. Relying on body language alone they'd continued to rotate compressions and rescue breaths. Taking over wordlessly, soundlessly spare a few grunts, from each other until the instructor had called for their attention again. While the instructor praised them and reiterated why it was so important to communicate with other first aiders and promote good team work, Beckett inched closer to the door basically making the entire speech redundant.

They hadn't spoken since her eyes had revealed certain truths to him without her permission.

She'd refused to meet his eyes again.

The class had broken up and scattered for lunch, most people scurrying off to a small diner at the end of the block for burgers, fries and an assortment of other quick and easy meals. Castle had tried to get Beckett's attention but she'd refused to acknowledge him, slipping away almost instantly and disappearing towards the bathrooms.

"We need to talk," Castle almost growled in her ear, crowding her from behind as she surveyed the choices in a vending machine in the hall just outside their classroom. Beckett's eyes fell closed and she drew a slow breath as Castle's hands came to rest on her shoulders, squeezing gently.

"Ok," Beckett nodded, opening her eyes again. "Not in the hallway." She said and ducked under Castle's arm as she turned and headed back towards the classroom. She didn't need to look to know Castle was following her, she could feel his eyes on her back as they moved. Kate's eyes scanned the room quickly, finding only three people inside, huddled together reading through a workbook. She walked purposefully across the room and slipped into a small store room off one side of the classroom, stepping aside to let Castle into the room before closing and locking the door.

She still wouldn't meet his eyes.

Beckett crossed the room, releasing a sigh as she squeezed her eyes closed, fists balling at her sides. Castle remained just inside the door and Beckett stood with her back to him, he gave her as much space as he could without letting her think she could get away without resolving this.

It didn't have to be a big deal but he did need to know.

He didn't need to know how she felt, he'd seen that for himself, what he needed was to know why she was still denying it when it was so obviously mutual. Beckett drew another deep breath and the world seemed to stop as she began to turn towards him. Castle expected anger or embarrassment or a stone cold glare when she finally turned to face him but he got none of those things.

He can see it, she is absolutely certain, he sees it the second her resolve breaks and the walls she's built crash down. She knows he fully realises and understands, in that second, that she didn't build those walls to hurt him or keep him out, but simply to protect herself not realising what it would later mean. She sees an extra flash of something that might be happiness or joy (or love?) in his eyes the moment she lets him in. In the space between two heartbeats she gives up fighting herself and in a single swift movement and with long strides she's turned, crossed the room and grabbed him by the shoulders.

By the time the next heartbeat thuds in her chest their lips are crashing together, her arms tightening around his neck and his banding around her waist, pulling each other impossibly close.

"Yes," She breathes the word into his mouth. "Yes, I've thought about us having sex."

"I figured," Castle chuckles, his hands working their way under her shirt, splaying across the bare skin of her lower back.

"Shut up, Castle, and kiss me again." She said rising up on her toes and pressing her mouth to his. Their second kiss is longer, slower, gentler and more tender; tongues seeking permission to taste and explore, claiming and learning at the same time.

All the air left Castle's lungs in a rush when Beckett surged forward suddenly and pushed her body hard against his, forcing his back against the wall beside the door. He slid his hands down over the toned muscles of her ass, fingers digging into the backs of her thighs, and spun them to the left, forcing a knee between her thighs as he returned her now fevered kiss and reversed their positions.

Beckett gasped and rolled her hips against Castle's thigh at the friction the movement created. The fingers of her left hand were twisted in Castle's hair, her right wrapped around his body, palm flat against his back. Castle grinned as he squeezed her ass before moving his hand away, pressing his palms flat into the wall either side of Beckett's head, trapping her in the space and breaking their kiss.

He studied her face, lips moist and swollen, eyes hooded and pupils blown with lust. He lowered himself towards her slowly, brushing his lips over hers; once, twice, three times. Beckett's lips parted and she whimpered softly, the hand in his hair pulling him closer, their tongues meeting in open air before their lips made firm contact again.

Castle dropped one hand to Beckett's waist, the other tangling in the loosely knotted hair at the back of her head, tugging lightly to coax her to tilt her head and deepen the kiss.

"This is wrong." She whispered against his mouth, her teeth scraping lightly over his bottom lip as they broke apart for air.

"Mm, so wrong," He agreed kissing a torturously slow line along her jaw.

"We should stop." Beckett gasped, her eyes squeezing tightly closed as his hand slid across her abdomen, deft fingers flicking the button open on her jeans to allow himself more room before he disappeared below the waistband. He stroked her through her panties before his fingers slipped under the damp cotton and into the slick heat of her.

She gasped again when his middle finger brushed over her clit. Castle circled the sensitive bud of nerves gradually increasing the speed and pressure. He closed his mouth over hers to muffle a cry when he slipped two fingers inside her, curling forward and almost instantly finding that spot that drove her crazy; talented fingers working her into a veritable frenzy as if he was inside her every day. His thumb replaced the work his fingers had been doing until tiny colourless fireworks sparked at the corner of Beckett's vision and she began whimpering into his mouth.

"Still think we should stop?" Castle asked applying more pressure before moving his hand slowly away. Beckett hummed disapproval and pressed her hips forward, trapping his hand against his thigh and riding it with short, jerking thrusts. Castle kissed along her jaw again, teeth scraping lightly, and took her earlobe gently between his teeth.

"Don't stop," Beckett whispered breathlessly. "God, Castle," She gasped when he curled his fingers inside her again. "Don't, don't you dare stop." Her threat losing any and all power as she let out a keening groan, sucking in short sharp breaths as she felt her orgasm building, unaware of anything but the firm, swift pressure of his fingers inside her and his thumb against her clit, his other hand kneading her breast, and the hot press of his mouth, so close to the edge and so ready to fall if he'd just…

Her given name and Castle's breathless command in her ear finally broke her apart. "Kate, come for me." She pressed her face into the juncture of his neck to stifle another cry, teeth sinking into the flesh as he worked her through her orgasm, drawing out her pleasure and bringing her down slowly. She gasped and hummed in the back of her throat when Castle slowly removed his fingers.

"Rick," She whispered finding his lips again. She reached between them and unbuttoned his pants with surprising dexterity considering the tremors still running through her muscles. Castle tugged her jeans downward with both hands, forcing them towards the ground, thankful she'd chosen not to wear skinny jeans as the material fell and puddled at her feet. Beckett had pulled Castle's zipper down, rearranging the fabric of his boxers to free his growing erection before wrapping her slender fingers around the width of him.

"Kate," Castle said pulling back from her mouth just enough to meet her eyes. She studied his face, smiling and reflecting all his emotion back to him. There was a single question written into every feature of his face.

Are you sure?

"I don't mean to alarm you," Castle whispered, his breath hot on her lips. "But that dummy is watching us." He said, his eyes flicking across to a CPR dummy and back to Beckett. Beckett laughed, squeezing him gently and delighting in his reaction to her and thankful for Castle giving her one final out despite what they'd already done. She didn't know where the line was anymore because he was letting her draw it.

"Let him watch," Beckett said pulling his head back to hers with a hand on each side of his head. "You should be happy, Castle, I thought you would be, to have a witness."

"Do I need one?" He asked holding her shoulders steady and studying her eyes, frowning slightly.

"No," Beckett smiled, pulling her bottom lip in behind her teeth and shaking her head. "I don't want you to go around bragging about this or shouting from rooftops but I won't deny this, I won't deny us, not anymore."

"Tell me," Castle said, pressing her against the wall with his chest. "Tell me what you want," He said kissing her deeply and sliding one hand down her bare thigh. Beckett broke her mouth away from Castle's, kissing a line along his jaw to his ear.

"I want to feel you inside me," She breathed before moving back to his mouth, kissing him deeply again. It was the final assurance he needed. He bent his knees slightly and hooked her thighs, lifting her enough that she was able to wrap her legs around his waist, her arms draped over his shoulders, their lips never separating. Castle held Beckett's weight with one arm, her back pressed against the wall, and reached between them to pull her now soaked underwear aside.

He entered her in one hard stroke, all but crushing her against the wall as he stretched her and filled her completely. Their lips finally came apart as his name tumbled from her lips again mixed up in another gasp. He stroked shallowly through her second orgasm amazed that she could come simply from the sensation of him entering her. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and crossed her ankles behind him, drawing him deeper.

"Faster," She whispered against his lips and he complied pressing her hard against the wall with long, deep strokes. He slid his hands down her body and lifted her slightly higher. His pubic bone now brushed against her clit with each stroke. "Come with me." She breathed pressing her head back against the solid surface behind her. "Rick, please,"

Castle felt Beckett's inner muscles start to contract around him. After two more strokes his name fell from her lips again as she came hard pulling him along with her.

The universe expanded and contracted again in an instant. There was no sound but the rush of blood. No sensation but that of each other where they were joined.

Nothing but this, only this, only them.

They slowly regained their senses, tangled together and breathing hard for a few minutes, Beckett held in place by nothing but the weight of Castle's body pressing her against the wall. When Castle was sure Beckett could stand on her own again he moved back slightly and let her slide back to the floor. She drew a quick breath when he slid out of her. He readjusted himself and redid his pants with one hand, the other arm still wrapped around her as she tucked herself under his chin and pressed her ear to his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it beat in sync with her own rapid pulse.

Beckett let her eyes close as Castle wrapped his other arm around her his hands joined at the small of her back.

"You ok?" Castle asked…


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