Disclaimer: No I don't own Castle. Shock!
A/N: Modest references to events back in Chapter 8 of 'In Reverse', not really necessary to read that, this should all hang together reasonable well without the backstory being strictly necessary. (Though if you haven't read 'In Reverse' you totally should...)
A/N: This chapter was long and hard to write, so long I've split it up; the second part should be late today or tomorrow. Seriously, long and hard has a place in this story, but in the narrative prose, not in the writing of it...
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Rick's Loft: 1pm, Sunday
Rick had finally taken a seat on the sofa, bored and lonely; he was nursing a scotch on the rocks, it was afternoon but he wasn't in any sort of rush, just relaxing, waiting as instructed.
Kate and he had enjoyed a slow breakfast, though it had been accompanied by a certain tension; each of them snatching hands away from the other when accidental contact was made. The flash of raw heat Rick felt at just the accidental brush of her fingers was almost too much, he was left constantly shifting in his seat.
He'd been sent home alone, told that Kate had to go meet her friend, that she'd bring her around later, with some take out and they could all catch up back at the loft; that had been two hours ago. He'd dressed up a little, not sure what Kate expected of him; dress pants, simple blue button down shirt, no shoes or socks though. Rick had tried to write, to find some distraction in his characters; but all he accomplished was some steamy sex scenes, unpublishably so, between Nikki and Rook. Some of those scene dangerously close to the events of the last couple of days, and he really considered it dangerous to put them down on paper; if Kate ever found out, she'd kill him.
There was a knock, a firm rat-a-tat-tat at his door; he laughed quietly to himself as he crossed the entryway: an ominous wrapping at his chamber door. Rick knew it was Kate, who else could it be? He also knew she had no key, not any more: and despite everything he wasn't ready for her to have one, to let her back in so completely, to be absolutely defenseless. The sex had been fabulous, but it always and been; it always had been with Meredith too, but he'd taken her key back many, many years ago.
Rick opened the door, and looked at Kate, standing there in a black tench coat, hair newly pulled back into a braid, and a little heavier, smokier make up on. He was a little surprised when she stuck out her hand, "Mr Castle? Nikki. Nice to meet you,"
"Nikki?"
"Yes Mr Castle. Detective Beckett sends her apologies, she won't be able to make it, she has some personal things to take care of."
Rick was stood staring, not entirely sure what was going on, he had some guesses, but guesses had got him into trouble before; best to be certain.
'Nikki' held out a folded pieces of paper to him, "She asked me to give you this... So, you gonna invite a girl in Mr Castle?"
"Sure Nikki, come on in." He couldn't keep the smile out of his voice, taking the note as she entered the loft.
She walked past him then, a series of sharp click-clack noises echoing as she crossed the floor. That really caught his attention, his eyes draw of the black, patent leather stiletto boots, they reached almost to her knees; the trench coat nearly reached her knees from above. Between them: skin. This felt different, it wasn't like when he saw her knees when she was naked, nor when she was wearing a dress; this didn't feel simple or even sexy. Just seeing the skin on the of the back of her knees felt intensely erotic, that was how wound up he was, he already felt like he was about to explode.
Rick looked down then, reading the note quickly: "No matter what she says, she's not trying to trick you or trap you into trouble. You'll understand later. Enjoy! Love you so much, Kate". He froze, she'd said she loved him, but it was written here, the first time she had ever, even from their past, put the words into writing. Indelible, something he could keep, locked up in his safe forever.
Nikki had crossed the den to his stereo, pulling out a CD and sliding it into the sound system, leaving it unplayed, before turning to face him again, "Got a drink for a business girl Mister Castle?"
"Scotch?"
"Sure Mr Castle. Rocks please. The ice cubes can be so soothing don't you think?"
Rick didn't think soothing was necessarily the word he'd use to describe the thought of ice currently, but he fetched her a substantial glass, loaded with ice cubes and scotch, "So Nikki? How do you know Detective Beckett?"
Rick crossed the room placing the drink down on the coffee table at her behest and retook his seat on the sofa, as she answered, "I met her when she first came back to the NYPD, she was assigned to Vice. You knew that right? Ended up getting tangled up in some cases she was working, we got to know each other a little."
After Rick had settled Nikki finally undid the belt of the trench coast, allowing to fall open. Rick jerked upright where he was seated, eyes popping open. She was wearing a bright red, tight silk shirt, tied at her midriff with only a couple of buttons done above that, clearly she wasn't wearing a bra, he could see her nipples puckered against the fabric, and much of her cleavage was bared by the open buttons at her throat. The skirt, if it could be called that was riding low on her hips, and stretched a total of perhaps nine inches lower; it barely counted as a skirt, more like a wide belt. She shrugged out of the coat, pushing out her chest as she dropped it behind her and kicked it way.
Nikki stretched her arms out behind her, arching her back with a small hum; her shirt had appeared tight before, but now appeared painted on, "Like what you see Mr Castle?"
"Nikki... Did Detective Beckett know you were dressed like that? Send you to tempt me?"
She walked over and stood between him and the coffee table, hand on her hips, head tilted questioningly, "Tempt you? Why would she do that?" Then she smiled, turned toward the table as bent to retrieved the scotch he had brought for her. Bent over at the waist, pointeingher ass right at him; an ass covered by a mere minutia of a skirt that had barely covered her cheeks while standing, and it now rode up. Unless he was mistaken, she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath it.
"Mister Castle?"
Rick jerked his head upward to meet her eyes, she'd stood back up and turned around; he hadn't even noticed, mind elsewhere.
"Because she's a minx, that's why."
Nikki let out an exaggerated gasp and placed a hand against her chest, "And she told me you were a gentleman!" He did notice she hadn't removed her hand, she was now stroking the skin between her breasts slowly, eyes locked on him while she continued. Slowly her hand dropped, undoing the remaining two buttons holding the shirt together, now only the knot at her midriff keeping her covered.
"What else did she tell you Nikki?"
She took a sip of the scotch, licking her lips extravagantly afterward, before continuing, "That she really likes you. A lot Mr Castle. That you were nice, a gentleman, wouldn't take advantage. Good stuff. She said I could relax around you, let go, be myself. That true?"
"Kate would never steer you wrong Nikki, relax, enjoy, have a good time."
Nikki held out her glass toward him, clearly anticipating he would reciprocate, "To a very, very good time Mr Castle!" The she turned, set her glass backdown on the coffee table and reached for a remote, hesitating for split second before picking it up, "This the one for the stereo?"
Rick smirked for just a split second before nodding, Kate already knew it was; but Nikki shouldn't have gotten it right, the difficulty of the actor's craft! To remain in character continually, she had struggled already; might he interesting to see if he could push her out just a few more times.
Rick leaned back against the back of the sofa, spreading his arms wide along the back and stretching his legs out; the game was on.
Nikki pressed a few buttons on the remote and as music started to flow into the room she tossed the remote onto the sofa beside him and began to move. "You like watching Detective Beckett dance? I bet she likes it when you watch. I like it and we only just met."
The music built but he did not recognized the song, slow ballad; then Nikki began to dance. As if what she did could be called dancing, Rick really didn't think so; it was sex, plain and simple. There was far more hip movement, twitches to either side, rolls forward and back, than he would have expected from such a slow song. Nikki twirled, slid her hands along her thighs, higher when her back was to him. The spinning and twisting way accompanied the grid whipping from side to side; such a different look than he was intimately familiar with from such brunette hair. She paced a little in front of him, strutted really in those boots; gradually spending more and more time right before of him, just out of reach. As the song wound down, Nikki was standing in front of him, hands grasping her shirt near her collar, pulling it wide, but showing nothing more than smooth skin and her scar.
There was a light sheen of sweat on Nikki's forehead now, and where her shirt showed the space between her breast; her breathing ever so slightly elevated, pushing her chest in and out, stretching the shirt just a little more again. She held her hand out to him, "You wanna dance with me Mr Castle?"
Rick reached out his hand for her, and she tugged him uprights and close no her, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck before beginning to move slowly to the music. Gradually she moved closer, tightening her arms, inching in; Rick in turn put his arms around her waist, pulling her tighter and tighter until there was no separation at all. He could feel the knot of her shirt pressed into his stomach, and the mounds of her chest firmly pushed into him. They moved slowly together in sync, rolling against each other.
The song switched over then, a faster tempo, more of a beating than rolling rhythm; driving Nikki to wiggle against him, escaping his arms and turning around to grind against him. She lifted her arms high, behind her to hold his head as an anchor point; everything too much too soon, after the frustration of that morning Rick felt himself harden almost immediately, knew Nikki could feel every inch of him and she ground her ass back against him over and over. Rick place his hands on her hips, holding her centered against him as she continued to writhe to the music, pushing back, sliding herself up and down, bending and dipping; never breaking contact.
As that song wound down Nikki turned to him, "You dance well Mr Castle, but I think we can do even better," then she backed him up and pushed him firmly down onto the sofa, nudging his knees apart to step between his legs.
"Nikki? What are you doing?"
She was swaying in place still, rolling her hips just slightly, eyes partly closed and the ghost of a smile on her face, "I'm gonna dance on you. All over you." She leaned over him then, her hands stretching out to reach the back of the sofa, whispering again, "All over!"
Rick was distracted, her shirt had gapped open as she leaned into him, flashing him an enticing view, bare breasts, rosy taught and puckered nipples just begging for attention. Nikki pushed herself upright then, "Your detective ever give you a lap dance Mr Castle?"
He simply shook his head.
She grinned so wide, so beautifully wide there was no mistaking who stood before him; then turned her back and lowered herself slowly onto him. Dropping her head back onto his shoulder, pressed into him, from her back against his chest to her ass firmly rubbing his crotch through his pants.
"You can touch if you want." It was almost breathless in the way she said it, not the confidence of Nikki that had been shown so far, but a hopeful yearning from somewhere else.
Rick placed his hands, fingers barely touching, at her waist; holding her as delicately as he would a butterfly. Then she began to move again, in time to the music as always; rolling her hips agains him in circles, arching her back to change the pressure only to drop backdown again to press all against the length of his body. Time was a blur to Rick, nothing much else mattered to him but the sensual motion of her body against his; at some point she reach her arms above them to capture his head once again, turning she placed a simple kiss against his neck before gasping an flinching away, her whole pattern of rhythmic undulation temporarily thrown off.
"It's ok Nikki, you can kiss me; Detective Beckett would never be jealous of you."
"You think?"
"I know."
She turned her head again, a firmer kiss to him neck this time, and a light hum to accompany it; then dropped her hand to cover his as they held her lightly, interlinking their fingers. Rick wasn't sure how much more he could take, her rolling, circling hips pushing into him over and over; memories of times before where that pushing was accompanied by more, of that morning when more was cut off abruptly. Nikki the curled her legs up in the air, stiletto booted feet held high, spread them into a wide V, and brought them down on the outside of his, pulling them together to provide a firm seat for her. With her legs now spread wide Rick felt her drop one of their combined hands down to her thigh, stroking herself with his hand; slowly moving higher and higher, until he expected to feel the hair between her legs, but instead found moisture, and nothing but buttery soft, smooth skin.
Rick couldn't help but gasp out, "You're bare! You shaved!"
Nikki shook her head even as she pressed his hand firmly against her, spreading his fingers wide to show the full breadth of her new nakedness, "Not shaved Mr Castle, Brazilian. Fresh just for you, your detective told me you'd like it." With that she pushed one of his fingers into her folds, showing him just how wet she was, she was soaked. Rick took over controlled his own hand then, lowering his other to join the first; between her spread legs, caressing skin that had never been so exposed to him before, and pushing fingers into her, pulling them out, stroking her all over. Nikki's hips were still drawing circles on him, but faster and tighter ones now, and he encouraged her with small tight circles drawn around her clit with one hand and the entrance she appeared to want filled with the other.
Rick felt her hand slip behind her then, reaching for his zipper, the buckle of his belt almost frantically pulling apart his pants; pushing them down as much only the little allowed by their position. Nikki lifted her hips then, into the air, pulling his pants and boxers down as far as she could given the slightly awkward position. Rick seeing the opportunity presented couldn't help himself, couldn't imagine why he'd want to; he pushed two fingers deep inside her while those hips where raised to the sky; he felt her body shudder, as gasped "Rick!" the only sound released before she dropped back onto him.
Nikki was trying to speak, her voice breaking, "Mr Castle! This is for you! Not me! Please!" but Rick was impressed anyway, he doubted he could do more than whine or whimper at this point, no blood was flowing to his brain, every cell, every part of him now focused of his rock hard cock pressed into the back of Nikki's skirt.
Rick watched her shift her hands one to bunch up her skirt, until it really did resemble nothing more than a belt, the other to pull his hands away from her, grab him and bring him unerringly to her entrance then simply impale herself on him. There was no other way to put it, no hesitation, not slow descent to give her time to accommodate his girth; just lined him up and sank down onto him. He had been partially hard all day after the morning escapade, incredibly hard since Nikki's first dance; he'd felt like everything was on fire during her lap dance and now, now everything was too bright, too hot. Rick let out a roar, a primal scream as soon as he felt her heat surround him.
Rick stopped moving, everything just froze up, he couldn't think, didn't even remember to breath; he knew Nikki was feeling the same intensity, she had ceased any movement and her inner muscles weren't squeezing but were locked about him in the tightest of grips, like they'd been waiting all day and never wanted to let go.
Breathlessly, trying to maintain the ruse, for her, "Nikki? No condom?"
"IUD." She had turned she'd face into his neck again, giving the most gentle of pecks. "Better?"
Without waiting for a response, Rock felt Nikki resume her earlier rhythm, slow circular movements, no longer grinding on him, but grinding him into her; the arching of her back now change if the angle of penetration, he could feel how when resting against him he slipped in and out, and she her back was arched the tip of his cock ground against her internal walls. He slipped one hand lower, pressing his palm against her skin and spreading his fingers in an almost Vulcan greeting, to split apart around where he penetrated into her. Pressing the his hand hard down onto her, that bare skin he longed to see rather than just feel; he could feel, through her flesh, the movement of himself within her. He maintained the pressured wanting to feel everything from every angle possible; his breathing was coming hard now, unavoidably breathless with sensation.
Rick slid his other hand to the knot of her shirt, untying it as spreading the garment wide open; turning this head slightly he watched her naked breasts heave, swaying as she rolled and circled with her entire body now, shifting and pushing out as she arched her back over and over again. His hand caressed higher, until he had one sweat kissed breast cupped in the palm of his hand; nipple resting on his life line.
Thought was becoming difficult, only sensation remained; and a need to have her closer, he pulled her tighter, pressing his hand between her legs even firmer, he could feel wetness oozing between his fingers, her clit below the palm of his hand, much like the rock hard nipple was pressed onto the palm of his other hand. Just the the music changed yet again, a deeper, bass laden, pounding beat. The change seemed to drive Nikki wild, no longer a lap dance with him within her; now it was frantic sex, not rolling but thrusting, not simple thrusting but pounding. Rick felt fuzzy headed, as if his entire day was being compressed into these few moments; to much pressure leaving his with little opportunity to avoid an explosion that was sure to come.
A gasping noise managed to penetrate the ring in his ears, "Close?"
Rock couldn't talk could barely recognize words, he could do nothing more than give an extra little squeeze.
"Come. In me. Come. In me. In me. Come." The voice was chanting now, it was too much, everything was too much. Rick closed his eyes, I'd don't matter, everything was going white, he should see darkness; but instead saw intense white behind his closed lids. The fire in him grew, every nerve ending tingling, burning; the two pressure points pressed against his hands almost scotching now. The intensity of feeling in his cock, where it was wrapped within a wet, soaking furnace was the last thing he felt; if he didn't become larger, the is was simply mirage of sensation, of his whole self being concentrated at the point where he connected with Kate. The final moment was almost exquisitely painful, so far behind simple pleasure that it was unexplainable to him; the sound emanating from his mouth pure animal noises, he had no control at all as he emptied himself into her.
Then it was over, not completely, the sensations continued but the intensity became comprehendible; he heard the cries of her voice and then the shuddering of her body as she reacted to him. The shudders continued, but he felt them less and less as the darkness closed in, where he had seen bright light behind his closed eye, now he saw blackness around the edges of his vision with eyes open. His last thought as everything faded away to black was simple: Love you Kate.
