oh my imagination is a dangerous place to be playing at the moment! And my muse is a tease!
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The kiss was dirty and intense and hot. She felt the heat it created marching through her veins as she struggled to breathe around him, but with each shuddering breath she took he just invaded more.
Her legs felt unsteady and as she tried to find her balance she realised he had stepped into her, his leg between hers holding her up against the wall.
She needed purchase, a tether, something to cling to. Her fingers tightened on the pocket of his jacket but it wasn't enough and she pulled desperately to reach out, wanting to hold on to him.
As she wrenched her hands away she heard the fabric tear, felt him laugh against her mouth and ignored it all. She grabbed the front of his shirt in her hands, scrunching her fingers tightly, fisting the material and pinching his skin underneath.
She was struggling to hold on because the want and the need and the desire were raging through her and becoming too much. She pushed against his chest, testing him, not breaking the kiss as she did, and with the momentum of the push and the stumble of his feet she drove him back into the opposite wall.
As they crashed into the wall the kiss broke.
The elevator creaked and groaned at the force of their collision, the settling noises drowning out their harsh breathing for a few seconds, before they resumed their bodily duel.
But it wasn't enough!
She wrapped herself around him as close as she could get, and it still wasn't enough. She gave herself over to the feeling forgetting where she was, she couldn't have told him if he asked. She wouldn't have known the day or the month or the year, and in a minute she planned to forget her own name, if she could just get closer.
She reached up and started unbuttoning his shirt, fingers looping the holes as she worked quickly. She pulled it free from his waist and reached to undo another button when he caught her lip in a swirl of his tongue. She staggered back breathing hard looking at him, her fingers still holding fast to the material.
She watched him, her eyes deep and dark pools of yearning, as she lifted her hand to his neck where she had freed the skin from the constraints of the shirt and made to skim her fingers along it.
But his hands reached out and stilled hers.
"No touching Kate" he said his eyes dark and dangerous.
"Whh…." she was waging an internal war, battling the inner voice that was telling her she had lost her mind and ignoring the urge to regain her self-control. She didn't want to be in control, she just wanted to be, to exist, with him.
"What happened to Beckett?"
Her voice was dark and inviting, teasing gone as breathlessness overwhelmed her.
"This felt more like a Kate moment" he said smiling softly at her.
He leaned back watching her.
God! He would happily spend eternity watching her when she looked like that. There was a streak of red across each cheek and her hair was messy and tumbled from his hands raking through it, her eyes were dark, the lids heavy from desire. She looked luscious and wanton. Her chest heaving as her breath came in rasping gasps.
"Nu-uhh," she took another deep shuddering breath "definitely Beckett!" she was trying to pull her hands free so she could throw herself back into that kiss.
He was annoyingly in control, and she wanted him burning like she was.
But he held her hands tightly in one of his, freeing the other to brush the hair from her eyes, his thumb tracing the line of her eyebrow.
"You said no touching" she growled petulantly.
"Mmmhhh" he said grinning "but that rule only applies to you!"
She closed her eyes very slowly and took a deep breath
"That is not going to be possible Castle."
"Oh!" the raging beast in his chest was awake again, purring and proud to know his touch made her act like this, made her voice crack and her resolve buckle.
"It will just have to be" he said running his finger along her cheek and down the side of her neck
"Why? she asked not really wanting the answer.
He stopped the trailing of his fingertips and instead tipped her head using his hand, guiding her gently so she would look up. She glanced around remembering where she was and caught sight of a blinking light.
"We might have an audience" he said pointing to the camera in the corner of the elevator.
She looked at the blinking light for an eternity, before she turned to him smiling.
"Do you really think I care?"
…...
There was a loud bang.
"Esposito!"
He jumped in his seat, sitting up, and turned towards the noise.
"What the hell was that?" Gates stepped out of her office, slamming the door, as the alarm ended.
"Elevators broken down again Captain"
"Again?"
"Yeah, Steve from maintenance is on it."
"Anyone in there?"
"Yeah" he took a quick breath "Beckett and Castle"
Gates eyes narrowed.
"On their way down to the M.E" he said rapidly, covering for them
"Keep me updated Esposito!" and she pointed towards the elevator "Lets get our Detective out of there ASAP we still have work to do."
She stormed back into her office as Ryan eyed Esposito.
"Hard core!" he said in admiration for his partners lying. Gates scared the crap out of him. They bumped fists and looked at the elevator doors.
"Hope he knows what he's doing!" Ryan said nodding
Esposito smirked "Bro does he ever?"
Ryan laughed.
"She's gonna kill him." Esposito said in anticipation, it was gonna be good.
"Her! Wait til Lanie finds out she missed it." Ryan replied.
Esposito picked up his cell
"On it!"
….
"What do you mean trapped? Trapped how?" Lanie yelled down the phone.
A lab tech stood watching her until she rounded on him and ushered (poked and shoved) him from the room. She shut the door and listened to the explanation tapping her foot.
"He did what?" Her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open.
"Oh that boy has lost his mind."
She hung up a few minutes later, a smile wide across her face.
…..
"What?" he said staring at her in shock
"I said do you really think I care if we have an audience?"
At the shock of her comment he had dropped her hands and, using the freedom, she had resumed her earlier task of removing his shirt.
She pushed his jacket off of his arms so that it fell to the floor.
"Kate!" he said trying to still her again.
But she was a woman possessed and her fingers worked fast. Soon he stood before her his shirt unbuttoned completely and hanging open.
"KATE!" he said loudly catching her hands "you are not allowed to regret us Kate. I wont let you."
She stopped dead at his words, looking into his eyes.
"What?" she felt pained and confused, what did he mean she would regret them, surely being here, doing this, proved how invested she was. How could she possibly regret them?
"You are not allowed to regret anything we do and if we do this here…" he pointed to the camera "…with people you work with possibly watching," he took a deep juddering breath, trying to maintain his own self control "you will hate me for letting you and worse than that you will hate yourself."
She shook her head trying to deny it but he could see the words hitting home. Her hand held onto his shirt still, but she was calmer, her eyes less crazed. He felt her fingers un-clench and she stood with her palms flat against him.
"You think you wont," he said quietly "but you will wonder the minute you leave if there was a tape or if someone was watching."
She let out a long deep sigh.
"The first time someone looks at you oddly you're going to wonder if they saw us."
He was right, damn him, why was he always right.
"And if there was a tape and it got out and everyone saw, you would probably lose your job, you would hate me and you would regret us."
He reached forward and held her face gently in his hands, lifting her chin slightly, making her meet his eyes.
"You are not allowed to regret us. Ever, Kate, do you understand?"
She nodded. Then she blew out a long hot breath, directly into his face, which did nothing to help him, and then she smiled.
"I went a bit crazy didn't I!" she said stepping back eyeing him suspiciously, not entirely sure how he had made her do that.
He laughed.
"Little bit." He started to do up his shirt watching her, convincing himself that she understood that he wanted her as much, if not more, than she wanted him, but still worrying she thought he had rejected her.
She looked back at him, catching the look, and put her hand to his face briefly.
"Hey, I get it, I do" she smiled at him "I'm…" she waved her hand down her body "normal again" she laughed.
"Cant say I'm happy about that." he smiled at her though negating the comment.
She laughed with him but abruptly stopped, her mouth dropping open and her eyes full of panic.
"Oh god!" She said as sanity reared its ugly head and she remembered exactly where she was.
"Castle you just pulled the emergency stop, this whole building is gonna know we are trapped in here."
"Its ok" he said watching her, "Steve's on it."
She did a double-take before she gaped at him confused.
"Castle who the hell is Steve?"