For the impending birthday girl again! im spoiling her now :P but she deserves it for without her...where would i be?
and to 4evercaskett for the chapter name, for singing to me (and the rest)
She walks past the observation room and squeaks as a hand emerges, long fingers wrap around her upper arm and pull her in.
Heels clicking along the floor in a manic skip as she moves fast to keep up with momentum of the pull.
There is a loud clunk as the door is slammed shut and locked behind her, his hand releasing her as he spins her into the room.
"What the hell? she asks her eyes wide, turning to face him "Have you lost your mind? Someone's going to see us."
But he can't respond, couldn't care less as he walks towards her, stalks, his face serious, his eyes dark as he backs her into the desk.
He growls against her neck, his hands tight at her waist.
"You have got to stop dressing like this for work." His hands start to roam her body and drag at her outfit, pulling against her pants and reaching under her jacket, his path hindered by buttons.
Too many buttons, everywhere is buttons.
Her breath catches as his hands search her, separated by the cloth between their skin. He drags his palms flat across her, fingers prodding and tugging, moving into the indentations of her pants and up to the pleating of her jacket, trying to find a way underneath.
He gets frustrated, rips his hands away from her clothes before he can rip them from her body, he wants to shred them with his bare teeth.
He leans into the desk. Planting his hands either side of her body with a loud thump, pressing her into the wood as he kisses her neck. Lips whispering a path from ear to chin, shivers of goose-bumps raise under the sweeping of his tongue.
He moves to her mouth, nipping roughly at the skin at the side of her lips before forcing her up on to the desk, hands spanning her hips, digging into the narrow grooves of her pelvis.
He plants her on the desk, pushing aside folders and books, spilling pots of pens, before pulling her legs around his waist, he's kissing at her mouth again, eager and demanding, dragging her lips to his as he leans in, brushing against her roughly until she is arching forwards, her mouth opening, warm and ripe under his as he delves inside.
He feels her lifting up to press her mouth harder against his, he pulls back hearing her whimper as she catches at his shirt. He breaks her hold, pushing her hands away, his own run forcefully up her legs, groping, squeezing as she moans, before he slams his hands either side of her body, flat on the desk.
He looks at her and smiles before taking her completely by surprise.
God how she loves when he does that.
He shoves hard and drives the desk into the wall.
Her head flies back with the momentum, back to crash hard into the observation mirror, she scrunches her eyes to prepare for impact, but instead her head is met with the warmth of his hand as he catches her and cups the back of it, but not before they hit the wall with a resounding thud and mirror behind them vibrates loudly.
His hand is tender at the back of her head, his eyes soft, just for a second, before he fists his fingers through her loose hair and uses it to pull her towards him.
Her face lights up with desire, she smiles a dark, secretive, smile as she watches the effect she has on him, knows he can see the effect he has on her, she feels proud of the blood that floods her cheeks, the desire that wets and readies her body for his.
She takes pleasure in the fact he isn't gentle, just demanding and focused as he claims her mouth for a kiss, but not before he runs his tongue across the side of her face, licking and sucking a path to her lips.
"Like what?" she asks quickly, before he can cover her mouth again, her hands reach around him, pushing his jacket off.
"All…sexy" he answers as he tries again to undo the buttons at her neck.
"I am showing almost no skin." she replies leaning back on the desk, away from him, her head just touches the glass window behind her. "You said no skin…see." she points down her body "No skin."
He looks her up and down, following the path of her hand his eyes getting steadily darker and more intense as he does.
"But this…" he leans towards her slowly "…means I have to use my imagination." He manages to undo the top button of her jacket at last "…and I have a really good imagination."
"Oh you have an excellent imagination" she said titling backwards to give him better access to the next button of her jacket.
She closes her eyes as he starts to remove her jacket button by button, tiny little pearl buttons through eyelet holes on the soft silk of her black jacket, once he has a rhythm he popped, twisted and pushed the buttons rapidly until he was sliding the jacket down her arms.
He slips a hand around her back, pulling the shirt up, his hand gliding against soft skin, as he crowds into her on the desk, her leg trapped between his as he presses against her.
He raises his hand above him for balance and hit's the two-way intercom, startling them both as the voices of the Detectives in the middle of an interrogation flood the room.
"….partners getting angry, you better start talking Larry!"
Their heads snap to the mirror, staring as Ryan and Esposito speak to their suspect.
She looks up watching as the lust that had been burning bright and fierce behind his eyes starts to melt away, he lifts his hand from the intercom and the room is flooded with silence, broken only by the sound of their heavy breathing.
He drops his head to rest in the shallow groove of her neck, letting out a heavy sigh as he resigns himself to getting his body under control, feeling her legs creep around his calf and grip him tight. He lifts his head, eyes wide.
Staring straight at her, he watches her pupils dilate, heavy lids lift slowly to catch his gaze and her hands lifting slower still, fingers snaking up his chest to slip under the collar of his shirt, she tugs on the material, a smile lighting up her face as she grips hard to his head, turning his face in her hands, pulling his ear to her mouth as she speaks
"Swear it….?"
"I cant do that." he whispers back harshly, a teasing smile appearing, crinkling his eyes and the corners of his mouth.
"Swear it Castle," she moans his name into his ear as she lifts up on to the desk, "swear not to make me scream," her eyes locked with his, as he shakes his head, she's kicking her shoes off to kneel up on the desk, "swear if I'm loud…" she reaches forwards and grabs at his shirt, bringing him towards her "You'll kiss me and drown out the noise…" she pulls him off balance and he tipped forward pounding his fist on the back of the interrogation mirror.
"We need to be inconspicuous…"
He lifts his head, grabbing her face, his palm slipping into her hair and she forgot the rest of her sentence.
"Oh that's so hot," he falls on her again, his mouth closing over hers, his tongue moving in a long, steady, sweep against the roof of her mouth, he tastes the heat of her arousal and pulls back, luxuriating in the pleasure and pride he feels as she leans forward, chasing his kiss as he moves away.
Their hands brush against each other as they fight to unbutton her shirt, then they work together, partners in everything, even the removal of her top, until it is wide open and pushed back from her shoulders.
His mouth still busy with hers, moves then, skimming her ear, he runs his tongue, rolls it, reaching the spot on her neck that drives her insane, she sighs as he pulls it between his teeth biting down with just the right amount of pressure, he moves lower, over her collarbone and feels as she wiggled against him, her fingers working on his buttons now.
He begins twisting away from her fingers and settles over her bra, sucking through the material and making her moan loudly thumping on the mirror.
She hisses pulling her hand back, she should take her own advice, inconspicuous, subtle.
"Say more words." he moans against her, sucking wetly through the soft material under his mouth.
"Ww…what?" She couldn't quite…words…she felt his teeth close over her sensitive skin, grazing against the cup of her bra and the nipple that rose, begging for his attention.
"Say something else, you're so sexy when you're smart," he lifts up and looks at her, catching her face in his hands as he kisses her, moaning his demands into her mouth, before pulling back, blocking her arm as she makes to smack him,
"…yes, yes that means you're always hot, but when you show it…" he falls onto her again before she has a chance to respond.
"Speak," he begs his mouth drifting to the other cup of her bra, his finger hot and insistent against her stomach now, little lighters of flame bursting from the tip of each finger as he slips them under the waist band of her pants, tugging at the high waist, slipping the button free. He pauses…waiting.
She moans begging for her brain to swim through the fog of desire and catch up to her, she blurted out the first word that came to mind.
"Ooohhhh…incorrigible."
He kisses down her chest, catching at the middle of her bra, pulling it back with his teeth and letting it snap back against her skin.
She gasps, clutching at his hair.
"Cogitate"
He licks lower, across her flat stomach, unbuttoning as he moves over her.
"Concupiscent."
"Did you just…seriously?" He lifts her up against him, one hand taking her weight, squeezing her waist, as the other moves, pulling her pants down her hips, under her ass, bouncing her lightly as he drops her back onto the desk.
His breath catches as he takes in the sight of her, shirt hanging loose, bra exposed, bare skin, all the way down to the…he inhaled deeply.
"Kate are you…are those?" he reaches down and runs his hand along the outside of her leg, barely distinguishing between the silk of the sheer, black, stockings and the silk of her warm, smooth, skin.
She sits across the desk, black bra wet from his lips, black silk stockings glistening in the harsh neon light of the police department, but it was the other scrap of black silk that held his fixed attention now.
Her eyes register the change in him, she takes a deep breath in preparation, she knows that look, the deviant look of pleasure that washes across his face as his fingers slip under the edge of the thong, she wouldn't normally have worn it to work, now she is so glad she did.
His fingers graze against her, thumb sliding over the pliant flesh beneath his hand as he locks eyes with her and smiles, she tips back on the desk, her hand resting on the mirror, pushing against him as he starts moving.
He lifts her leg high, hooking it up and over his shoulder, he pulls the other one, tight, around his waist thinking, as he pulls her close and presses his fingers deep inside her, it was a very good thing she does yoga.
She is pliant and fluid under his hands, she is also extremely flexible. He wants to twist her body, spin her around his, he wants to…
"Stop," she moans.
He looks down at her confused, his fingers stilling as she moaned again.
"Stop thinking it," she breathes out loudly "and do it."
He sheds his clothes staring at her intently as he does, his eyes roaming her body, lost in the image of her, one that will be seared into his memory, naked thighs and pink cheeked, hair tumbled, he raises himself above her, watching as her mouth lifts and a small, but gloriously inviting, smile welcomes him into her arms, he kisses her lips, their actions mimicking the coming movements of their bodies, meeting, parting, brought together again, his tongue and hers entangled.
He pulls back, staring down, eyes locked with hers as he shifts her hips, spreads her beneath him, masterful and caring, tracing lightly the skin he had dreamed of.
He presses against her, slides in, finds warmth and moans as she parts her body for him.
The tension of their dance, their years of almosts and what-ifs fell away replaced by the steady beat of two lost in each other.
She wraps her arms around his neck, her legs around his, pulling him deeply inside and every thing stops...for an eternity they lay, stand, touch, as one...one beat...one pulse...one connection, it stretches between them.
The desk forgotten, the mirror and the Detectives beyond, the interrogation, everything forgotten.
Until the beat becomes too loud, the pulse becomes too intense and the connection refuses to be denied, he pulls out and pushes back into her, slow, fast, it doesn't matter, the friction is there, as it always has been, and in minutes they are moaning.
The firmness of his body hitting at her, deeply pressing against parts of her body she hadn't been aware you were supposed to feel until he grazes at them, brushes them, contracts against them and she is sobbing, begging him to stop, not stop, move slow, go fast, and whilst she lies beneath, a victim to the whims of her bodies tingling nerves, he moves above, no control over the movements of his, animalistic and as old as time.
He moves, slides inside, through walls, smooth and tight, that kiss and hug and contract around him, soft, pulsating, dripping skin that pulls him in, sucks him deeper, demands he fall into her completely and, when he can't resist merging his fingers with her, into the place the rest of him enters, that dark and heavenly place, she freezes.
Every muscle strains against him, holds tight, grips him for a moment and he hears her call his name.
Loudly!
He knows the end is coming, everything stops as she freezes...muscles held tight...and then she falls, everything contracting over and over and over again, clamping against him, releasing, over and over she moans his name.
It falls from her lips a hundred times, a million, he loves it, he doesn't care, he moves, his end coming faster than he wants, until suddenly he is pouring into her.
Warm bursts of love and devotion and she is still moaning his name, the force of his explosion sending further ripples through her and she is still pulling everything that is in him into her body. Every contraction of joyous muscle drags at him.
His juices, his love, his very soul all pour through the joining of their bodies and into her, until he collapses against her, hot puffs of air escaping her as she fights for breath beneath him.
He lifts up to pull away but she holds him firm, wants the touch, the deep huffing of air against sweaty skin, cooling fast and damp against each other, and then, as she holds onto his still throbbing and tender body, he leans forward and kisses her.
His eyes drifting to her hand, where it rests over the intercom button.
