A/N: Please be advised: The rating has been raised to M due to explicit sexual content. Viewer discretion is advised.
She feels nothing but warmth, protection, and tender security as he leans down and presses his lips to hers slowly. She takes note of the quiver in her throat as she returns his kiss of this feeling as she snakes her arms around his neck and isn't surprised that she's not pulling herself up to him, but pulling him down to her. She wants more of this feeling, the solid mass of his chest gently crushing her with just the right amount of weight.
As his tongue rolls over hers while his hand that's not tangled in her hair is squeezing the surgical scar on her side, she doesn't fight him, has no desire to put up any fight, and isn't even sure she'd win the fight if she did. She's always put up that fight. She always made it a point never to find herself in this position, sometimes with words, most often with forceful action. But with him, if anything, she's pulling more of it out of him.
One arm is around his side and pushing down against his back, while her other hand is in his hair, making sure his lips don't separate too far apart from hers when he breathes. Her legs, one of them trapped by having his hooked around it, are wanting to wrap around him and keep him here, right here. She's loving being in this situation so much, she doesn't bother exploring the nag in the back of her mind, asking her why.
It's a habit that she's quickly falling into, but is mindful she'll have to break, being feeling something for him that she's never felt before and going after it, not knowing what it is even if it's a good thing. But right now, she leaves that for later because he just rolled his hips just an inch, making her body rock.
His lips pushes hers off to the side as he cuts a path down her jaw line, his hot breath making her skin tingle with excitement. His mouth stops when he finds a spot on her neck that makes her recoil away because of the sudden jolt of euphoria, and once he finds it, she knows he's going to stay there by the sound of him letting out a too-pleased-with-himself chuckle.
Her heavy breathing becomes audible with the second pass his lips make at the spot on her neck where she is sure he can take her heartrate. Her leg, once viced by his, frees itself and quickly hooks around his as she claws at his back. His hand on her side is pressing against her, massaging her surgical scar more and more his the motions of his lips gets harder and quicker.
Her stomach is coiling tighter and tighter with every second that passes, and with every tease his teeth make against her racing pulse as his thumb pushes up under her bra. His thumb tugs at her bra, making her very acutely aware of just how constraining she's feeling still having it on. She mewls her body up to him, using as much freedom as he's giving her. Her hand finds its way back to his hair, grabbing him and pushing his lips lower into her neck, finding the base of her shoulder as his hand slips between her and the mattress.
She feels herself let out a long breath once she feels her bra slacken. Still revering the skin on her shoulder, not wasting time and just slipping his hand underneath to forcefully massage her breast, her dry heaving suddenly makes her miss his lips on her. They feel cold without him on them. She puts a hand against his jaw and tugs him back to her, feeling him press her down into her pillow with his lips, sending a quick jolt of electricity through her nerves.
Both of them realizing that her bra is still being a nuisance, she unweaves her arms out from around him, a blanket of his body heat enveloping her once she has her arms under him, wanting to keep them there, even after he quickly tugs the straps to her bra down her arms and onto the floor. She puts her hands against his chest as his lips continue to win in the onslaught they're making against hers. Feeling his muscles strain as he supports himself above her, she feels as if she just can't wait, but wants to, convinced it will make it that much better. Her body is giving into her desire for him before her mind realizes it made the decision.
Reaching down, with slightly erratic fingers, she undoes his belt and the button to his jeans. She's mewling frantic underneath him, the sensual motions of their lips moving with more passion, fervent, and wanting. She pushes down awkwardly once she feels his jeans slacken, feeling her hips jump once he leans down to kick the rest of them off, making every muscle in her body flex tightly.
His hand goes from her breast down her stomach and grabs the hem of her yoga pants, his knuckles brushing down the curve of her ass as he peels them off. She quickly moves her hands from clawing their way up his back again to the last of her clothing to help him speed the process, all the while their lips not parting. Once at the point where neither of them can reach without separating, they both simply kick at each other's legs in frustration until they feel the last of their clothing to the floor.
And once that happens, she throws her legs around him, pressing him down into her with fervent impatience. Once he slams into her, a force he wasn't prepared to take with her, and with a result she wasn't ready to handle, she feels her center coil even tighter, making her legs squeeze his waist tighter, her nails dig into his hardened shoulders, and her teeth fight back the need to bite down on his lip. With the sound of a small whimper ring in his ears, he reaches down and puts a hand on her inside thigh, pulling it up his waist as he buries himself even deeper inside her already soaked and quivering folds.
Her breath catches at his slow action, swallowing his. And again when he repeats the motion, this time with just a bit more force, kissing her in sync with the motion. With a few more tugs, a rhythm is set, slow, as gentle as their impatience and need for each other will allow them, and more intimate than she's ever been with anyone else. She's never felt this incessant need to kiss someone, to touch or be touched by someone.
It would be alarming it if wasn't so all-consuming. It would make her back away if she's ever felt it before, but she hasn't. She's never had the chance to ever prepare herself for this feeling because no one has ever made her. But with him, it's like he's catching her off guard, outflanking her usual defenses, if not, bypassing them all together, slipping right under her radar and reeking his havoc.
He pushes her legs open just a little more with each slow thrust into her, and at this angle, is something that's quickly eroding the last bits of control she has over herself. The way he's moving, the way he's pulling and nipping at her with his lips on hers, the way his bicep is bulging right underneath her arm as he supports himself over her, all of it seems to convolute against her at once. It all unweaves in a slow wave over her, quaking through her muscles as she shakes against him.
He has to stop, the feeling of her quivering around him making his already slippery control over things stumble. She forces him to stop at just the right time, her nails digging into his shoulders just hard enough to be just at the threshold to be considered painful. He lets her mouth go right as the second shockwave seems to quake over her, pulling loose a hard moan from her, as she racks her head back into her pillow and pressing her front hard up against his chest.
With that, the slippery control he had slips.
He captures her moan with his mouth, feeling her voice against his lips as she gladly accepts him and continues to push inside her, his hand reaching up to cup her breast again. She lets out a groan as she rolls her body to the side, flipping them over. If it wasn't for her body still reverberating with the feeling of the intensity of her orgasm, she'd miss the warmth and pressure she was getting from being under him.
She plasters her hands on his pecs, having to push herself off his addictive lips, flipping her hair behind her as she leans up above him. He has to tighten his stomach at the sight to keep from ending it. The dark look in her eyes is telling him she's not done. She looks down to him, pressing down against him as she slowly rolls her hips over him, still panting. Dear god, she's beautiful.
He starts to sit up, wanting desperately to kiss her, but she puts a hand on his chest, stopping him with an evil grin as she slowly rocks her hips against him, tightening her folds around him as she does. Her teeth gleam through her evil smirk as she sees his eyes struggle to keep themselves open. She repeats the motion, rotating her hips against him while tightening herself against him as she lifts him then presses down, relaxing her muscles, which gives her the response she wanted.
His eyes flutter closed and he falls back against the bed, the veins in his neck flexing as he fights to hold it all in. She giggles menacingly as she leans down and presses her lips to his jaw, her giggle turning into breathy laughter as his head rolls over on the pillow. She reaches up and runs her fingers into his hair, pulling his eyes back to hers. He looks back up to her to find her smiling softly, lovingly, conveying as much kindness and meaning as he can soak in.
He loves her too damn much. He reaches up and cups her jawline, his thumb caressing her cheekbone as she nods her head into his soft touch, keeping it there with her hand over his. Her eyes drift shut as she leans down and presses her lips to his again, the familiar wave of warmth rolling over her as he kisses her with his hand pulling her against him. She runs her hand that was keeping him from taking his away down his arm and taking a hold of his shoulder as she continues to move around him.
His hand goes up her thigh that's framing him, around the curve of her ass and up the dip of her spine. And she's quickly getting more and more restless, both of them wanting more and more of each other, quicker than they can give it. When he pushes up into her, it's her small whimper that makes him roll her over again, a welcomed gesture judging by the way her legs hooked back around his. He stops kissing her as he quickens the pace, driving in and out of her, each thrust met with her mouthing him silent encouragement.
He leans back just enough to look into her eyes, seeing her brow arched and eyes wanting. After a few thrusts, her head starts to shake, her mouth saying 'don't stop', but her voice not able to say them. Her lungs won't let go of her breath as it builds inside of her again. He continues and he rests his forehead down against hers, her hand framing his jaw with her arm going across his shoulders.
Her folds are soaked as he continues to thrust into her, her motions not letting him stop even as his muscles burn. He leans back again, straining to look her in the eye. Once he does, she knows and just shakes her head once before pulling him back down and kissing him hard. With a few staggered pushes, he releases inside her already soaked folds, everything tightening around him as they ride out the intense shock of their joint orgasm together.
They both shudder as their bodies flex against each other, the aftermaths still taking its toll on them. Her lungs finally let her breath go in a long, sated, moan as her limbs go limp underneath him, her arm going dead across his shoulders and her hand that was on his jaw falling to the bed. She feels a smile tug the edges of her mouth apart as she puckers the slight distance needed to kiss him lightly.
He slips out of her, sending one last bolt through her, and rolls off of her with a thud, his body slamming down enough to make the mattress jump, causing her to laugh as she lays sated next to him, both panting heavily. She lifts her heavy arm and puts a hand on her forehead, trying to stop the spinning room, silently laughing. "Castle…" She pants, "that was amazing."
He breathes out a chuckle and smiles, trying to catch his breath, unable to speak.
She rolls her head over to look at him, seeing him smiling up at the ceiling with his eyes closed. She pushes over on her side, to the protest of her sated, sex-addled muscles, leans against her arm and puts a hand on his bicep. "So?" She asks, breath still a bit heavy. "Worth the wait?"
"That depends." He says, opening his eyes and looking over to her with a hazy smile. "What planet are we on?"
She feels herself tighten with laughter as she falls down to him, her body naturally forming into the side of him, smiling against his chest. She scoots herself closer to him, draping her leg over his and pulling on his side with her arm across his stomach. It's just a few seconds after that that she can feel his arm go across her back, curling her into him while his fingers pet her skin.
"Rick." She starts, lifting up after a minute of enjoying the comfort of his warmth, seeing him still smiling happily to himself with a hand behind his head. He looks up to her, still petting her shoulder softly with his fingers. She moves to lay next to him with her arm bracing her head, looking down to him with a soft smile, her fingers walking along the curve of his bicep. "Are we really doing this?"
He raises a surprised brow, "You ask me that after we have sex as mind-blowing as that?"
She laughs softly and traces the outline of his tricep, "Yeah, it was pretty incredible."
"Yes, you were." He growls as he lets his eyes drift shut again.
"No, I mean…" She trails off, looking down at the invisible pattern she's drawing on his muscle, feeling his soft eyes open to gaze wonderingly at her, "that we're dating?" She asks, trying and failing to hide the nervousness behind her question.
He sits up on his arms and looks to her with a soft smile, "Why, Detective Beckett, are you asking me out?" He jokes, making her face split in a smile again. "And here I was trying to keep things professional."
"Castle, we're lying in bed naked." She says on a laugh.
"I still have socks on." He says, wiggling his toes from underneath the thin sheet covering their lower halves. "Kate," He starts, changing the tone between them as he rolls onto his side to face her, "I've wanted more out of us for longer than I'm even aware of."
She smirks, her eyes flicking downward. "What, and that wasn't enough?" She says, jokingly.
He pauses, "No." He answers seriously, catching her attention at his lack of hesitancy.
Her eyes find his again, shining with the same soft certainty she saw last night when he told her he was done waiting. She doesn't will it to happen, but a smile is fighting its way onto her face. "Well, I guess we can…" She starts, walking her fingers up his arm and across his shoulder, "do all those things that, uh…" She continues, her nail going up his chin, "couples normally do then, huh?"
"Mmm, I know what you mean." He moans as he leans forward and kisses her, "Tandem bike."
A/N: Viewership dropped slightly with last chapter. Don't know if it's the timing, or if I just suck. Let me know in the reviews either way. I'm not entirely sure about the content of this chapter. I would say I tried to be as tasteful as possible, but it's not up to me to assign value to something of my own creation. That's up to you. Let me know in a review if you hated it, (but if you do, try not to be anonymous.) :)