A/N: Sorry this is late. I had work today.
Wanton Wednesday
She was doing that thing again... that thing that drove him absolutely crazy in lust...
Wanton.
That thing where she brings the pinkish of her flesh in between the pearly whites of her teeth, dragging it back and forth, laving it with her tongue, moistening it...
Like he'd like to do.
He'd love to taste the wine she tips into her mouth, licking away the stray red droplets absently as she talked across the table to Lanie. He wanted to partake in the sweet tastes of it, mixed with an even sweeter, more savory Kate.
He wanted to stand her up, or push himself between her legs in the chair, lean over her and remove that glass from her hand. Hear the clink and scratch it made when he set it down and pushed it away from her.
The red liquid would swirl around in the round glass, licking at the sides as he licked his own lips, eyes on her. And then, he would lean over her, smooth his hands up her thighs, play with the hem of that blouse she's wearing, tease at the warm skin underneath.
Pressing her back into the chair, making her crane her neck, he'd slip his hands into her hair. Her soft caramel chocolate tendrils. Feeding the perfect waves between his fingers, cupping her ears and caressing her cheeks with his thumbs.
Castle loved her cheekbones, the way they dipped under his fingers, the softness, and warmth of her skin under the palms of his hands. Radiating through his entire body and bringing him to life. He loved the birthmark under her eye, kissed it often as he coasted his finger along the one on her cheek.
His fingers would draw in the story of her life, through her skin. The dips, the marks the heat, the way her face would twitch in response. Cheeks flushing, lips smiling, eyes narrowing or widening in pleasure, awe at the feel of him.
Then there was the sounds she made.
Her laugh... that one Ha! that sent a jolt of wonder and joy through his heart. He wanted to hear her laugh, allher laughs, even the ones that were meant to sound annoyed and failed. Her embarrassed laugh. The laugh she had for Lanie, the one he heard now as the M.E leaned over the table making suggestive eye waggles as she no doubt talked about him, or Espo.
The laugh that Kate could not deny. It would bubble up out of her even as she tried to hold it in. And when she let it go, it was that much more breathtaking. Like the one when they're in bed.
Taken by surprise, or just so thoroughly stated and amused by him.
And when she sighed... it was like heaven. That feather light gust of air followed by a beautiful pitch in surrender, in pleasure and bliss. That keen as he pushed into her, slid within in wet waiting walls. Drawing whimpers and moans from her desirable mouth. Her kissable, devourable lips.
And it didn't matter if it was a sound in exasperation, frustration, as long as he was the one who made it happen.
He wanted to be the one to coax everything possible out of her. To have any sort of affect he could on her. Because it was him... all him.. and she was so...new and different with him... he almost felt proud..
He was proud.
Not so much in himself. But in them. Together.
The lengths they went through to get here and now..
Maybe not here because here was not in her apartment, or his loft... alone... where he could touch her anywhere he wanted, kiss her hard and fast, soft and slow, even and measured. Feel the rise and fall of her chest against his, heavy breaths against his face as he dipped his hand into her pants and...
But they were at a dinner with Ryan and Jenny, Espo and Lanie...
And he wondered, as Jenny gave him a look across the table as he engaged the boys in an animated conversation about the difference between laser tag and paintball, that this was a date..a triple date. That maybe they all knew, and included them on coupley things.
Even though Lanie and Espo were not a couple...they were something.
Not much more than him and Kate. And he hoped they would get there again someday. Because what they were, was amazing. And everyone should get a chance to feel that.
That flutter and heat that rose in him when she looked at him. Like she was doing now, and he had to keep up his charade, keep his hands moving as he talked to the boys, his eyes slanted to the corners so he could watch her watch him.
And oh god.
That look, as she did that thing with her mouth. With both of them together, it didn't take a sex genius to discern the meaning behind it.
Castle dropped his hands into his lap, scooting closer to the table as her foot finds his ankle. She was as much in want as he was, and they way she hid it, even though it seemed to seep right through her skin. His own brand of pheromones floating through the air, radiating off her body in heat.
It was electric, the way she could do that. She did it even before they were a them. An Us.
And at this point, feeling the tip of her heel ride up his pant leg slowly, her face completely the opposite, Castle had not a freaking clue how he had held back his impulses.
But he didn't though did he?
He may not have unleashed his desires on her, but he certainly lived them out. Relieved the tension of the day alone in his room, or the shower... in his writing of Nikki Heat.
In her sexy encounters with Jameson Rook.
But now.
It was fiction come to life.
Kate was more than his creation. More than he could have ever imagined. The character he concocted in his head may have been based off of Kate Beckett. But the woman he saw now, the woman he enjoyed in both familiar and new ways, was so much more enticing and exciting.
Castle shifted again in his chair. Now experiencing the other thing he loved so much about her.
Her touch.
Somehow... she knew exactly how to touch him. Where and when, the pressure, even when there wasn't. It was the anticipation, almost as good as the real thing.
And oh god did he want the real thing.
He wanted her hands all over him. Nails clawing up his chest, digging into the muscles of his back as he sent her over. Clutching to him, driving him in deeper, sliding against him, on him in the most delicious of frictions.
She was so rough, at times...bordering on painful, her eyes dark and devious, wicked.
But then... she could be quite the opposite. Nimble fingers light, tender and loving. Sex with Kate, wasn't just rampant, hard, fast and sinful. It was often times slow, unhurried, a long drawn out dance of two bodies in motion.
He knew her.
And he knew, looking over at her now, that she was infinite, intellectual, otherworldly.. abstract, eternal, and absolute.
Richard Castle could not write enough books, nor find the right words to describe her...because she was all of those things... and more... she was truly and undeniably, Extraordinary.
Kate cleared her throat, the teasing warmth of her foot vanishing from his ankle as she stood from her chair. Her eyes were calm, and yet dark, incredibly blunt in what it was she wanted from him.
She excused herself from the table, after making a comment about the drinks, and possibly thinking they could all go just one more round, and he nodded, as everyone else agreed. When she left, he too stood from their table, asking each of them what they'd like, it was on him.
And with their requests tucked into his mind, Castle tried to walk as calmly as he could towards the open bar of the restaurant.
"What are you thinking in that brain of yours?" Kate asked, pushing her hands through his hair at the nape of his neck. He had found himself at the bar, casually looking around until she sidled up to him, her hot breath at his ear.
She certainly knew how to get a rise out of him.
"Writing a romance novel." He said, turning around, and pulling her into him as he stood from the bar.
"Oh really?" She asked, her voice dripping into that soft, dangerous tone he only heard in the bedroom.
He nodded his head, leading her out of the main room and into a corridor. But he wasn't sure where to take them.
The ding of an elevator made the decision for him, and her lip fell between her teeth, eyes alight with mischief as she pulled him towards it, tugging him in roughly before the doors closed, and the collide into each other on the opposite wall.
"Yes really," He finally said, leaning away from her, his own eyes dangerous with lust as he backed himself into the emergency break, and pulled it. "I was thinking." He started towards her, watched the way her ankle came up to rub against her calf, hands out behind her as she held the rail. " of all the things I wanted to do..." He kissed her neck, her head already leaning to one side, inviting, and wanton.
She hummed, her fingers feeding into his hair, her gasps falling so freely from her mouth when he groped her inner thigh, pushing into her and she gasped again, feeling how much he wanted her already.
He always wanted her.
Proved it to her by sucking at her pulse, nipping his way to her jaw before muffling her moans with his mouth, slipping his tongue along hers, tasting the wine he craved before, craved her and everything she had to offer.
"To you... with you." He murmured into her skin, lips vibrating over the flushed, overheated flesh of her shoulder.
Her fingers tightened in his hair, her whole upper body flush with his, her heart beating wildly against his chest, her fingers pulsating against his scalp as his hands kneaded at her breasts, caressed her ribs, and then gripped at her ass, pushing her further into him.
They stood, in the middle of the elevator, panting breaths, so hot it was sure to fog up the tight enclosure. All he could hear was her want, her need for him, the fire rushing through his veins, pumping in his heart and sending it further south.
Castle was losing his mind, losing the ability to take in oxygen. Breathing heavily into her mouth, touching her everywhere possible, eliciting every sound imaginable from her until she stumbled back into the wall.
The impact made her laugh. That heavenly sound kissing at his lips as her head fell back, chest heavy under her disheveled blouse.
"I was playing them out in my head." He said when he caught his breath, stepping into her once more.
Kate looked up into his eyes, the mirth now replaced by desire, and started for the zipper of his suit pants. "Well." She said, pulling the zipper slowly, one tooth at a time, and slipping her hand inside.
His mouth fell open, eyes closing briefly as she wrapped her hand around him. And when he opened them, he could see that she had been doing the same thing across the table, hidden in her tame conversations with Lanie and Jenny.
With her other hand, she dropped her skirt, a long flowy black one, pooling at her feet in dark shadow, mixing with the smokey steam of her eyes. She pulled him towards her, his hands sliding her underwear aside, "Lets bring them to life." She murmured against his lips before he slid into her waiting heat.
