Disclaimer: I do not own Castle
Chapter 9
"What was that?" Kate asked, her ministrations on him stopping all at once
His hands froze on her hips "Kate, I think your parents are home early"
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed as she shifted off of him. Kate was quickly adjusting her clothes and running her hand through her hair to look normal. He hastily put his t-shirt back on.
"I'm so sorry" she said while getting up from the couch "but you have to get out of here, quick, through the back door"
She guided him to the back door real quietly, and before letting him go, she kissed his lips and said "I'm truly sorry, I'll make it up to you I promise."
"Why can't we just pretend I'm a friend who came over to see you?"
"That won't work, my mom sees right through my lies. You have to leave Alex, I'm sorry"
"It's not your fault, but you owe me, for leaving me this way"
She knew what he meant. She really did owe him. She knew just how aroused he was, she had felt the entirety of it against her thighs while they had made out on the couch.
"I will make it up to you" she promised again with so much sincerity in her eyes.
He nodded and walked out. And all she could do was watch him walk away, he pulled the hood of his jacket over his head and walked on to the end of the block where his car was parked. His frame showing how disappointed he was. She felt horrible for throwing him out the way she did.
She heard the front door open. "Kate, we're home" her mother said out loud
She walked in to find her mom taking off her coat to hang in the coat closet
"Hey, what are you doing home so early?"
"I wasn't feeling too well, so I asked your dad to drive us home"
"Are you alright? Where's dad?"
"He's coming in, I'm just really tired, I'm going to go to bed Katie, goodnight."
"Goodnight mom" she said and watched her mom walk upstairs.
Jim Beckett walked in and locked the door behind him
"Katie, what are you still doing up?"
"It's only 10 pm dad"
"Well, that's late enough. Since you're awake, do you mind making me a sandwich?"
Kate nodded and walked into the kitchen.
Jim Beckett sat down on the couch and switched on the television. But there was something he sat on that poked against his jeans. He quickly reached behind o find a keychain shaped like a book with a pair of keys on it. The keys looked small, like something for a locker door. He thought for a moment that it could be Kate's but he knew Kate's locker key, it always hung from a keychain shaped like a heart. Maddie had gifted it to her and they both had similar ones.
He kept it on the table in front of him, and wondered for a moment if maybe Kate changed it. But then another thought occurred to him, and he wondered if maybe Kate had friends over while they were out and if any of them left their keys here by mistake. He was just about to call out to Kate to ask, but was interrupted with the buzzing sound of a ringing phone.
It was Kate's phone on the table, just next to where he placed the keys. He almost did a double take when he saw the image blinking up from the screen. That face. Where had he seen it before? And then it hit him.
He saw a car pass by when he was getting out of his car in the driveway and he remembers stealing a glance in at the driver because he loved that car model. The picture of the man's face blinking up from Kate's phone looked exactly like that man driving the car.
But who was he? Jim's eyes gazed to the phone once more to see what name showed with his picture, but before he could catch a glimpse, Kate placed his sandwich on the table and quickly took her phone in hand.
She glanced at it for a moment and then said "dad, I think I'm going to go to bed now. I'll see you tomorrow, good night" she kissed his cheek and moved to go to her room.
"Katie, wait, are those your locker keys?"
"What?" she looked at him, confused, but then followed his line of sight to the pair of keys lying on the table. And she shivered for a moment. She thought quick and said "oh yea, how did I forget them there?" she asked no one in particular, picked it up and ran up to her room.
After she was within the confines of her room, she leaned back against her door and sighed. She quickly pulled up her phone that was continuously buzzing in her pocket and finally answered his call while walking to her bed.
"Yes, I'm here, I'm here" she said.
"Kate! My keys. My locker keys! I can't find them, could you check if I left them there? But I don't remember removing them from my pocket, I have no idea where they are"
"Alex, relax, they're with me"
"You had your hand in my back pocket and I didn't even realize it?"
She laughed. "No silly, I think it fell out of your pocket sometime during our little activity on my couch. Trust me, you'll know when I get my hands on you."
"I hope so. Okay so you have the keys then."
"Yes and it would have gotten me into huge trouble had I not thought fast enough when my dad spotted it"
"Your dad found my keys?"
"He asked me if they were mine, I said yea"
"Good. Please don't forget to get them to college tomorrow. I won't have access to any of my books or files if I can't open my locker"
"Okay, I will" she laughed.
"Alright, I got to get some sleep now Kate, I'll see you tomorrow"
Kate found it weird that he was already ending the conversation. Didn't he want to talk some more?
"Yea, I'll see you tomorrow, goodnight" she said softly and hesitantly. And before she knew it, he ended the call. It surprised her. After everything they had done tonight, after their little loss of control on her couch, she predicted he'd have more to say. She wondered just how upset he was that they were cut short cause her parents came home early. Upset enough to be angry with her and not want to talk?
She frowned and kept her phone aside. She hated that they were interrupted tonight. She had been so sure that they were going to take a nice step forward in their relationship at least, if not go the whole way. She closed her eyes and tried to forget the fact that he had just plainly ignored a conversation about that, and she tried to focus on the memory of him. Mostly of his lips and his hands on her and how hungry he'd been for her.
she had been willing to give him anything he asked for at that moment, hell, the moment she felt his hand tugging her t-shirt, she reached to take it off for him, but that sound of the car pulling in had brought both of them out of their giddy haze, had ruined a perfect night.
She sighed. Maybe next time. Next time she'll make it up to him; she'll show him just how bad she wants him. And just before she gave into sleep, she sent him a text
"I had fun today, I hope you did too, even if we were forced to stop abruptly, you made me feel good, and I hope I did the same for you. Goodnight."
When she woke in the morning and checked her phone, the first thing she saw was a message from him in reply to her text last night.
"Hey, I just showered. Was thinking about you. ;) And yes, I did have fun too. But next time, how's about we meet up at my place instead? We could help each other feel good without being stopped in between.
P.S. - so what are you wearing right now?"
She giggled as she read that last line. He had sent this text last night, just 10 minutes after she had texted him. She couldn't wait to see him today. Mostly, she couldn't wait to maybe steal a moment alone with him.
