So, both my parents stayed with me for Australia Day/my birthday. I cannot even begin to tell you how awkward it was trying to write this with them in residence. Anyway...
...I did? Eventually.
With a lot of prodding.
And a LOT of help from the ever amazing sianita95 who entertains, encourages and leads me on the righteous (?) path of smut. I'm operating under a whole new set of prompts now, it seems. I'm not sorry. :)
Ever thankful to anyone and everyone who reviews, favourites and follows for basically giving me the impression that I am doing at least something right.
This chapter is M and, as previously, feel free to skip it or stop reading at the break if you'd rather not ... go there. For everyone else, those people as wayward as me, I hope it was worth the wait!
"You're wet," Castle said his voice wavering slightly and Beckett's eyebrows shot to her hairline.
"Very astute, Captain Obvious. Why do you sound so surprised?" She asked.
"You're naked," Castle observed, blinking quickly.
"Have you ever thought of becoming a detective?" Beckett asked, rolling her eyes before turning away from Castle. "I'm in a swimming pool, Castle, what were you expecting?" She said pushing off the wall of the private pool in which she was currently crouching, her head and shoulders visible above the surface, and gliding through the water.
"I," Castle stopped and cleared his throat. "I wasn't expecting you to be naked."
"I'm not naked," She challenged as she turned back to face him from the far end of the pool, her back resting against the edge and Castle's breath was stolen again by the sheer beauty of the scene. The infinity edged pool gave way to a sweeping view of the city spread out beyond their hotel, beyond another floor to ceiling wall of one way glass, but the dazzling lights hardly registered in his brain, eclipsed totally as he took in the sight that was the magnificence of Kate.
Uninhibited, or close to it, she watched him with an intent gaze, her expression unguarded and open, almost daring him to act, enticing him to come to her and test the waters of this new relationship they'd forged. She was simply stunning, mind blowing, as the cool blue water rippled around her.
She was completely free of makeup and her fair skin was smooth and even across her whole body. He wondered whether a few days in the Las Vegas sun would darken it any, maybe add a few new freckles to the collection he was fast becoming addicted to mapping. Provided they made it outside long enough. Her hair fell in rivers of loose curls past her shoulders, the ends several shades darker floating on the surface of the water. The glow from the pool lit the depths of her eyes and gave the autumn coloured orbs the look of impermeable sparkling jewels.
"Wh-what?" He asked suddenly, registering that she'd spoken.
"I said I'm not naked." She said again, laughing when he frowned and his eyes travelled the length of her body, obscured slightly below the surface of the water. "I'm topless, there's a difference."
"Right," Castle nodded dumbly, clearing his throat as his eyes dropped lower than her face again for a moment before snapping back to her eyes. "Your eyes are extraordinary." He said and Beckett had the good grace to smile self-consciously and blush a little. "They look like gems, I'm not sure I've seen them quite like this before."
"And?" Beckett asked.
"It makes me wonder what's being hidden underneath." Castle said as he stepped up to the edge of the pool, looking down at the rippling water as Beckett swam back towards him.
"Break the surface, Castle." Beckett said in a deviously low tone.
"Do you mean the water?" Castle asked looking back towards her as she stopped a few feet from the edge where he was standing, not sure whether to trust the invitation in her tone as fact or imagination. The newness of their relationship still too surreal sometimes.
"Maybe," Beckett grinned, her lip disappearing behind her teeth. "Why don't you come here and find out?" She said standing to her full height in the waist deep water. Castle's eyes went wide and he blinked quickly before stepping off the side of the pool, pin dropping into the water. Beckett laughed as a wash of water swelled up her stomach.
Castle took a wide step forward, closing the distance between them, and wrapping his arms around Beckett. He pulled the detective firmly against his chest but pulled back slightly before his mouth crashed against hers.
"What?" Beckett asked, grinning broadly and shaking her head slightly.
"Just, taking a moment." Castle shrugged.
"What for?"
"To look at you, appreciate you."
"Still worried you're dreaming?" Beckett giggled.
"No," Castle shook his head. "Maybe," He frowned slightly. "No," He said again. "This is way too good to be a dream."
"Come on, Castle," Beckett said rolling her eyes, tracing her fingers across the ridge of his collarbone.
"No, it's true," He said, jumping to the defensive immediately but pausing long enough to steal a chased kiss. "There's no way even I could make this up, it's beyond my wildest dreams, beyond every expectation."
"So you're just going to stand there while we're both half naked and look at me? You're not even going to kiss me properly?"
"Oh, you want me to kiss you," Castle said, earning an eyeroll. "On the lips?"
"That would be a good place to start, yes." Beckett smiled, nodding and stretching onto her toes as Castle leant forward to catch her mouth in a tender kiss. He kissed a line along her jaw, laving the skin just behind her ear before painting a line of kisses down the side of her neck.
"How am I doing so far?" Castle asked, his lips pressed to Beckett's collarbone.
"No complaints," Beckett managed, her voice lost on a sharp inhale as Castle gripped her rear end and pulled their lower halves flush together. He felt a shiver run through her body as his mouth continued a burning path along her collarbone, pausing briefly at the hollow of her throat before he curved forward and his mouth trailed lower down her chest.
She arched her spine, pushing herself more firmly against his mouth. "You like that?" Castle said and Beckett could feel him grin against her skin.
"God Castle," She said sliding her fingers into the hair at the back of his head and lifting his mouth back to hers. "No more talking," She said before pressing her lips to his, threading her arms around his neck and pulling his body flush to hers again, her feet almost clearing the floor of the pool as Castle held her weight against him and she held her shoulder's level with his with the strength in her arms. A small part of her subconscious was aware they were moving through the water slowly, their kiss never breaking.
All rational thought ceased as they lost themselves in the kiss. Their tongues met in open air briefly before lips were sealed together firmly. Beckett pulled Castle's bottom lip between her teeth and bit gently before soothing the marks with a flick of her tongue. His arms tightened around her pulling her higher again, her feet no longer touching the floor, but she hardly noticed.
There was nothing but this. Lips and tongues exploring, learning, tasting and claiming, rolling together in the most welcome of invasions as they drifted. Hot skin pressed together hands holding bodies close as if all life depended on it.
Beckett startled slightly, a jolt running through her whole body when her hip bumped against the solid end of the pool, her body slipping down his until her feet made contact with the floor again. Her lips broke away from Castle's for the first time in - she didn't know how long and she turned her head slightly, her cheek resting against Castle's shoulder as he sank his teeth into the juncture of her shoulder.
"Nice view," Castle mumbled against her skin and Beckett smiled, pulling her bottom lip in behind her teeth as her eyes slipped closed. Castle gripped her hips more firmly and turned her entire body to face the window a few inches from the end of the pool, her eyes opening but struggling to focus. Without breaking full body contact he moved to stand behind her, his body fitting around hers and his hands splaying across her stomach.
"Castle," Beckett, a breathy moan tumbling out as one of his hands slid up her damp skin to cup her breast and the other inched lower. Beckett pressed her back against his chest, acutely aware of his arousal hot and heavy against her lower back, her head lulled to one side on his shoulder as his mouth continued to assault her senses.
"Tell me what you want," Castle breathed, his tongue tracing the shell of her ear. She rolled her head on her shoulders so she was face to face with him again, a devious grin breaking across her face.
"I think we should make some waves," She said pulling his bottom lip between her teeth again, unable to pass up the opportunity to tease him a little.
"Waves, huh?" Castle said, his grin matching hers.
"Uh huh," She nodded slowly. "I think you should dive right in," She said her grin widening as his eyes did so. "Deep, Mister Castle,"
"Deep," Castle echoed, swallowing audibly.
.
.
"So very, very deep." Beckett nodded again, her projected composure wavering as Castle's fingers slipped below the red, barely there bikini bottoms and through the slick heat of her need. A growl vibrated through his chest and his lips crashed against hers again.
"I want you to make me forget my own name, Castle." Beckett said, her eyes closing again as she arched into his touch.
Never one to deny Beckett anything Castle pushed his board shorts down enough to free himself of the fabric and, still holding Beckett firmly with a hand across her stomach, moved the bottom of her bikini aside. He pressed into her in a single long stroke and they both groaned loudly, the sound echoing back off the window in front of them.
Beckett's feet slipped slightly as she rocked her hips, trying to match Castle's pace. She reached out, across the gap between the pools edge and the window and braced herself against the glass, the other hand gripping the edge of the pool as she bent slightly forward.
Castle's hands remained at her hips, holding her with almost bruising pressure as they drifted higher together. Beckett grinned wickedly, biting hard on her bottom lip to stifle an inappropriately timed giggle as the sound of the water rushing over the end of the pool registered in the part of her brain still connected to reality. The steady lapping interrupted by a torrential pour of water which matched the pace of their movements.
They were definitely making waves, as requested. As for depth...she sucked in a quick breath as her thoughts trailed off. One of Castle's hands slipped across the flat plane of her stomach, banding firmly around her waist and holding the lower half of her body steady as he stood slightly straighter, his other hand sliding up her spine and tangling in the hair at the back of her skull. He pulled firmly, guiding Beckett to arch her back, leaning over her back to lay kisses on the skin between her shoulder blades.
"Rick," Beckett gasped, white lights beginning to dot her vision, blending with the lights of the city through the window as Castle's hand moved down the front of her bikini again, his talented fingers moving with exactly the right combination of pressure and speed.
"Let go, baby." Castle whispered, his voice low and gravelly, his voice tickling across her ear. Beckett was inwardly impressed with the amount of control he exuded given their current situation. His thrusts were becoming less measured and more sloppy though, and she knew there was no small amount of effort involved in order to get the words out.
The small, still coherent voice in her head vanished an instant later as she gave over completely to the sensations assaulting her body. A string of garbled, half formed words, moans and gasps tripped from both their mouths before Beckett cried out, her entire body seizing up for a moment before giving way to rolling shudders that ran to the depths of her bones.
Castle stayed with her as long as he was able, bringing her most of the way through the shattering orgasm before falling over the edge with her as aftershocks zipped through her muscles.
When Beckett came back to herself she was cradled bonelessly in Castle's arms, her back pressed firmly against his chest and his arms banded around her middle, her head resting against the juncture of his neck and shoulder, supporting her weight in the calming water of the pool.
Beckett remained silent, her eyes closing as she drew a deep breath and adjusted her head against Castle's shoulder slightly, pressing her forehead against the side of his neck and smiling when his lips ghosted across the crown of her head.
"Hey," Beckett said on a contented sigh, opening her eyes again.
"Hey yourself," Castle said, squeezing her slightly a frown covering his face when Beckett giggled. "Something funny?" He asked.
"I wonder what housekeeping will make of that," She said lifting her head to look up at him before looking back towards the window in front of them, gesturing towards a very obvious handprint smudged against the glass.
"That's so cool," Castle said. "Just like in Titanic," He said enthusiastically and Beckett rolled her eyes.
"Castle, that was," Beckett stopped and shook her head, chewing on the corner of her lip as a blush coloured her cheeks.
"Oh, I know," Castle said, waggling his eyebrows, his eyes and tone dripping egocentric self-assurance and manly pride. "I am totally claiming that as a multiple org,"
"I beg your pardon," Beckett said indignantly, cutting him off before he could finish. "That was not more than one. It was definitely only one, just a very intense one. The most intense, if you must know."
"Down there, maybe," Castle conceded with a shrug. "Number two is much higher." He said his eyes running over the mussed tangles of her slightly damp hair. "Hairgasm," He clarified, lifting one hand to push a stray lock of sweaty hair back off her forehead. Beckett rolled her eyes again but couldn't hide her smile as she turned back towards the window, focusing on the reflection of herself in the glass.
Beckett moved slightly away from Castle's broad chest, turning in the circle of his arms as she dipped below the surface of the water, the weight of the water flattening out the evidence of their aquatic activity.
"Don't worry, Stud," She said stretching up to press a kiss to Castle's lips at the look of complete disappointment on his face. "I'll let you mess it up again later." She said with a wink, huffing a small laugh when Castle's eyes almost popped out of his head.
"Is that a promise?" He asked against her lips and Beckett smiled, nodding once.
"And if I do ever forget my own name, I know where to come."
"Oh, poor choice of words," Castle smiled.
"You seem to know it very well," She said, shivering slightly as she recalled him chanting her name into her skin. "You seem to know it very well and I'm sure you'll be able to remind me."
"Always," Castle said, his eyes twinkling as he lowered his mouth to hers again.
Wayward ain't a bad way to be. This is a no judgement zone. ;)
A special shoutout to Lydian Stone for inspiring the opening lines of this chapter (without actually ever meaning to) and giving me a place to start – and because I simply couldn't help myself! If you haven't read her stuff (particularly Bated Breath) I highly recommend that you do. Good clean entertainment that never goes where it shouldn't and always says exactly what it should.
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