Here is the last chapter of Young. Back to romance. Thanks for the amazing response to this story and for adding this to your favs and for reviewing. I really had fun writing this, even when it meant going through angst and drama. So, enjoy and let me know your opinion. Feedback is what keeps us going and improving.
A/N: I do not own Castle nor these characters.
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So they were surrounded once again by Crime Scene investigators and technicians canvasing his apartment and paramedics from 911 called to take care of the assailant. And yes, once again he had gone through the ritual of being questioned. A thing he might really get used to. As he looked at the scene in front of him Richard thought that under different circumstances what was happening would be great for one of his stories. Too bad the story was set in his own apartment where he had almost been killed and Beckett almost...
He felt a lump in his throat and swallowed hard to push away the images that were ravaging his mind... Kate's desperate look as she tried to resist... half naked... so exposed and helpless... those bloody filthy hands all over her body... what if he hadn't reached for the gun? What if he had shot her instead?
As he struggled to overcome the pangs of his guilty conscience he realized that maybe his mother had been right, absolutely right. What was he thinking when he had decided to ask one question too many in that night club? Was it really worth risking his own life? And did somebody have to die because of his stubbornness?
"You okay?" she asked approaching him.
"Yeah." he replied but she knew it was a lie.
"How about you?"
"I guess I'll survive with a few bruises on my neck. And a scarf..." she replied giving him a smile.
How could she smile at him? He didn't dare look at her. He was ashamed of himself for what he'd done. Beckett 's neck would bare the marks of this new assault for quite a while but most of all because of him her life had been endangered again.
"God, I'm such a fool. How can you ever forgive me this time?"
"Hey" - she said gently striking his cheek sensing the tears welling up in his eyes - "You've saved my life. You're a good shot, you know that, don't you?" she continued in the attempt of lighting up his mood. His lips slightly turned up. "Please, don't feel guilty." she whispered cupping his face and holding his gaze. He blinked and she caught a tear falling from his eyelids.
"There's no need for us to stay here. We can leave and let them carry on with their work" - she stated nodding at the experts around them - "and I'm dying to get a hot shower..."
"Did you really have to say that?"
"Uh, you're a real bundle of nerves. You need a hot shower too. Come on grab some clothes, we'll stay at my place tonight."
C&B
It was late but even in the dim light flickering from the lamp on the night stand she could make out the contours of his wounds.
"You're healing" she said looking at his back where scars were turning to a lighter shade of red.
She paused and he held his breath desperately needing to feel the soft brush of her fingers on him.
As days went by and nights dragged on they had become so close that sleeping in each other's arms was the anchor that held them firmly into a reality both of them were too scared to face alone. Fate had made their paths cross and tragedy had sealed them together. Forever.
She had tried not to think about him, telling herself she was a fool because of her constantly wanting to see him again after that night. Was it possible to fall in love with someone by simply melting into his eyes like that? Was it even possible to be able to forget the fire that burned in those deep blue eyes, for her? The fire which had burned inside of her too turning nights into a living hell of desire, moans and self-given pleasure? He was there now... so close, so warm and his warmth was intoxicating and she wanted to drown in it.
He waited knowing it was her move to make. He was willing to take whatever destiny had decided for him since that night at the Old Haunt. She had been with him all the time, his mind full of her, his heart unable to set to a normal pace. The look on her face when she had turned him round in that alley was something he would never forget and no matter how hard she'd cried, how swollen her eyes had been the light he'd seen deep down her eyes had brought him back to life.
He felt the soft touch of fingertips on his shoulder blades and stiffened. He didn't dare to move nor breathe as he waited for the next caress. When her hands ran along his back and her lips brushed the nape of his neck a low groan escaped his lips and his hands gripped the sheet below. He wanted to turn around and look at her, hold her tight, kiss her so desperately his heart missed a beat. But he stood still his senses flying high as he let her bring him to a place he'd never been before just by touching him.
She stopped and he waited in anticipation. He heard the ruffle of fabric behind him then he felt her bare breasts on his skin as she circled his body with her arms placing her hands on his chest.
He shivered under her touch his skin reacting wildly to the warmth radiating from her body.
"Kate..." he whispered releasing the sheet and moving his hands on hers. Their fingers intertwined and he pulled them to his lips and gently kissed them leaving a long wet trail of fire as he started to move his mouth along her arms.
"Make love to me..." she heard herself whisper in his ear. God she'd never felt such an intense desire before. Her whole body pulsed to be with him, to be one with his, to consume itself in his fire.
He turned around and found his suspended desire in her sparkling eyes. He softly kissed her and both felt electrified as their lips met for the first time. She closed her eyes, slightly opened her mouth and her tongue touched his. Both sighed in unison at the new found intimacy. It was sweet and slow at first as both tasted and discovered each other. Then the kiss deepened and their moans filled the room as their tongues dueled for dominance, their minds drifted away from the horrors they had seen and their bodies fused in one all-consuming burning flame.
He let his hands travel on her shoulders moving south toward the gentle curves of her breasts and she shivered as he grazed the already too sensitive skin around her nipples, teasing them, leaving her suspended with anticipation.
"Rick... please..." she begged unable to stand his sweet torture any more.
B&C
"Castle!"
His magic erotic bubble shattered in a million pieces as he opened his eyes and came back to reality. Yet he found her face so closed to his, her scent enveloping him.
"What are you doing?" she asked even if she knew, damn well, what he was doing to her. She had never been kissed like that and she had regretted stopping him the moment the words had come out of her mouth. Still mesmerized by the memory of their kiss she longed for his lips to be back on hers.
She didn't flinch and he didn't move.
"Feeling you?" he replied hesitatingly. Was he actually kissing and groping his partner senseless? On her couch? How had they managed to set the glasses on the coffee table? God he couldn't remember a thing, only the sweet taste of her lips. "Do you want me to...?" he dared ask. It was her move to make.
She never let him finish his sentence and placed her hand firmly on his pressing it to her breast.
"No." she urged. His face was transfigured as if he had been miles away, in another place, in another time yet with her. "Whatever you were daydreaming about it must have been..."
"Beautiful Kate... you were absolutely totally beautiful." he said earnestly.
"I want you to tell me your story Rick but this time let's start from the end." she said pulling him off the couch.
He nodded and let her lead him wordlessly to her bedroom.
He smiled.
No matter how perfect in my fantasy - he said to himself - no character will ever compare to the real you.
A/N: How did you like the twist in the end? Let me know. Thanks for reading.
