Richard Castle 10
Some portions of this chapter may not adhere to the "T" rating of this story. Reader discretion is advised.
Castle had ceased speaking after dinner and Kate feared he was rebuilding on his stone wall to keep her out. The problem was that she wasn't really sure how to reach him. Yes, he'd given her some information on his background, but it had been all about his work life, not his home life, his private life. Trying to get him to talk about that was something she was sure he wasn't going to do just yet.
They sat near the fire just watching it burn. But each was sneaking peeks at the other since both of them barely wore anything at all. She got a good look at his upper body and his legs while he couldn't seem to take his eyes off her breasts, willing her top to slip just a little so he could catch a glimpse of her partially bared breast.
Finally Castle couldn't take it anymore. He needed to get away from her so he could shore up his wall. Looking at her exposed skin and her natural beauty was killing him. "We need to get up early so we can make some progress in the morning. We need to study all those papers we found and get moving." In the end he was still a witch hunter and he needed to find those children.
Kate watched him stand up. He left her and went inside the tent. Heart aching, she stared at the fire and wondered what to do next. She'd made some progress but feared she had lost some of her gains.
She began tossing pebbles into the fire and thought about Alexis. She was just too cute and totally precious. She couldn't imagine anyone who would want to cause her harm let alone kill her. She resolved to find out who had killed her and wreak her revenge on them. Kate hadn't really noticed but she had just taken her first step down the same road Castle was traveling.
She added a few good-sized logs so that there would be embers to rekindle a fire early in the morning, maybe before sunrise, so they could have some light, heat, as well as something on which to cook. Then she followed him into the tent.
She found him already on his mattress with his back turned to her. Kate sighed softly. She feared that he was distancing himself from her. 'Not going to work. I'm not giving up that easily,' she told herself. Since the tent was perfect inside, unlike the outside, she chose to sleep on the sleeping bag this time. Still she was restless; her mind wouldn't stop playing scenarios where she didn't reach Castle and they never became a couple. Never got to make love to each other. It had her twisting around, over and over. Finally she turned to face him and found he was lying on his back.
God, but she wanted him. Why couldn't he just surrender to the inevitable? She needed a new approach, one for which he had no defense. 'Those papers!' He was a witch hunter and they were after the missing children. She huffed a breath and resigned herself to not getting any sleep. "Might as well start now." She crawled over to his backpack, reached in, and wasn't surprised that the papers were right on top. She made a mental note to ask him about that pack when she had the time and he was in a good mood.
She soon had everything spread out all over and was using his light stone with a shield to try and keep the light off of him while she went over it all.
How to activate the log was obvious. There were designs to make something that looked a lot like a pouch that was attached to the person that could hide an object. It was impossible for someone to steal it unless you knew how to access the pouch. The interior had a size limitation but it looked like Castle could hide one of his weapons inside it if he chose. Or she could use it to hide her item. They just needed to gather the supplies necessary to create it so they could make more than one.
It occurred to her that if the witch he'd recently killed had this spell then maybe she already had the pouch on her or had the things needed to make one. Maybe she could convince Castle to go back there in the morning. It wasn't really that far of a walk.
A soft whimper got her attention and she looked over at Castle. 'My poor love. Just how many nightmares do you have?' It was breaking her heart. Wanting – no needing – to help him, she hurriedly stuffed all the papers back into his backpack.
Soon she was crawling over to him and arranged herself much like last time: one arm under his neck, one leg draped over his and her head tucked neatly into him allowing her free hand to rest on his forehead. Soon she started murmuring her spell to take his nightmare away. She couldn't resist adding a few words that would allow her to see what he was seeing.
He was just entering their house and Kate could still picture what it looked like from before, but as he walked inside it was evident that the place was a disaster. She found that confusing since the last time she had seen the inside it was perfect. The place even had a number of feminine touches here and there.
It didn't make a lot of sense, however, his eyes, meaning her eyes, were presently glued to a body lying on the floor. He/she rushed over to it and Kate could feel his heart breaking. It was an older woman, about the same age as her mother if not a little older. She was extremely thin. It was the fact that her head had been severed from her body that had his/her attention. Castle was reaching out to touch her, to hold her and yet he pulled his hands back not sure just what to do.
Suddenly he/she was up and running deeper into the house. Kate knew right where he was going, too. He was headed for Alexis's room. Upon opening the door the room looked to be in perfect shape. Still he/she searched it looking for her.
Not finding her in her room, he was out running all over the house looking for her.
Suddenly he/she was outside. Kate was confused since they hadn't actually run to this location so just how had they gotten there?
Then they saw her. Alexis was running for all she was worth through an open field headed for the trees. But they didn't move, didn't do anything. Kate literally willed Castle to run to her and protect her, but he didn't.
Alexis looked frightened out of her mind. The look on her face was crushing Kate's heart. Soon she stumbled and tumbled to the ground. However, she was back on her feet quickly and running as hard as she could once again.
He/she saw her look behind her and scream. It was a sound that had Kate's tears flowing unbeknownst to her. Kate willed her to escape, to reach the trees and somehow evade whoever was after her. Still she knew Alexis had died, but this was a dream, right? Unfortunately her mother had only taught her how to enter another person's dreams, not how to change them.
All she had to do was change the words so she couldn't watch. She didn't have to see her die, but she didn't say the words and she couldn't look away. She already cared deeply for a little girl that was dead. Almost as much as she already cared for Castle.
Alexis was still running hard when suddenly he/she saw it. It was a woman on a stick who swooped in and lifted Alexis up with a steely grip. They heard Alexis scream in utter terror.
It was then that Kate couldn't take it. Knowing Alexis was dead was bad enough; watching her die at the hands of a witch was something she wasn't yet prepared to do. But it did answer a question. It told her why Castle was a witch hunter.
She went back to murmuring to remove his nightmare so he could sleep soundly and not have to watch his little girl die once again. She didn't feel her tears flow down her cheeks nor hear or feel her labored breathing. How losing Alexis had affected Castle was now affecting her, too.
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Kate startled awake and found Castle trying to get out from beneath her. She was still sprawled out on top of him. She sat up quickly and tried to block his path to keep him from escaping the tent.
"You were having a nightmare," she said, knowing that this wasn't likely to go over very well with him. "Let me explain." Except he hadn't actually gone very far. His eyes were open but he wasn't looking her in the eye. His gaze was lower. Perplexed, she looked down and found that sometime during the night her top had come undone and fallen away leaving her breasts bared to his sight. At first she started to scramble to find her top so she could tie it back in place again. Then she had an idea.
Since his eyes were glued to her chest, she took one of his hands, placed it on her left breast, and held it there. "I don't bite, Castle." Was this morning finally going to be the day she had been dreaming of?
But it was too much for Richard; he quickly took his hand away even though his eyes were still glued on her breasts. She really was beautiful and her breasts were as close to perfect as he had ever seen. He shook his head, needing to get back behind his wall. So he started to scramble to get up and out. Desperate to stop him, she took hold of one of his arms. "Castle, will you listen, please?"
'Talk, she wanted to talk? Half-naked with a beautiful body unveiled right in front of him and she wanted to talk?' He just knew he needed to get away. He had to get away.
Kate, however, was faster and had decided that it was now or never. She hadn't meant to be topless right in front of him, but now she was and he wasn't fighting her except to try and get away. She had a new plan.
His backpack was right behind her so she reached in and found what she wanted right on top. It was too big for her and it was heavy in her hand. Still she tried to hand it over to him.
"I'm a witch, Castle." She held his three barreled gun out to him. "I'm a white witch just like my mother was." She saw the total look of shock on his face; it was obvious that the after-effects of his headache had affected his memory.
'Witch!'How was that possible? He had checked her, he knew that he had. She was clean and she was gorgeous! ...And naked. He didn't believe her. It just wasn't possible.
She tried to start to explain and kept holding his weapon out to him. "I've been trying to help you with your headaches and during the night you had a nightmare that I tried to soothe for you and take away."
Kate decided to come clean and if this all shocked him too much... well, maybe that was just what she needed. "I'm truly sorry. So very sorry. Your daughter, Alexis, was a beautiful and precious little girl. I've learned to love her while looking at her through your eyes."
Richard's mind was reeling from this sudden burst of information. How did she know anything about Alexis? He hadn't said a thing about her. He was never going to talk to anyone about her. He was keeping her in his heart and mind where she still lived.
"I love her, Castle. ...Just as much as I love you." She decided to play all her cards. "I would never hurt you. Never. I... I love you." She knew she had to get past all his walls and now was a good time to try.
He was finding it hard to breathe. She was a witch; she knew about Alexis and said that she loved him. But he wasn't worth loving. He was broken, soulless, and had no business being involved with anyone. Let alone a beautiful... WITCH! That realization had him moving faster. He needed to get away and decide what to do with her. She said that she was a witch and all witches needed to be killed. He needed to think!
Kate moved just as fast and wrapped her arms around him. "Please Richard, stay and talk to me," she pleaded. "...I love you and I'm not afraid." The sound of his weapon landing on the ground went unnoticed by both of them.
She risked it: she kissed his cheek soundly and tried to kiss her way to his lips. However, he turned his head to prevent her from reaching his mouth. "Let go, Kate. ...Please." She couldn't be in love with him. He would only hurt her in the end.
"She was lovely. So young and her long orange hair... She loved you very much, you know." Hearing that got him to turn his head to look at her with a shocked look. It gave her the opportunity to do one thing. She kissed him. He wasn't kissing her back but she forged ahead and slipped her tongue into his mouth, searching it passionately. She broke from the kiss only long enough to kiss him several times in rapid succession.
"White witches are good witches," she repeated. "There aren't many of us. Listen to me and remember this: I just want to help you. I want you to let me love you. ...You don't have to love me back." But she hoped he would learn to love her.
Richard didn't really know why but he stopped and just let her hold him. His arms were at his sides and he didn't touch her. It didn't help that he could feel her naked breasts pressed up against his exposed chest. It had been a long time since a naked woman had gotten that close to him.
"You're a witch." His mind was still several steps behind.
"I'm a white witch, not one of the dark witches that you hunt. I don't take children, don't need them. ...Unless you want to give me one?" she teased then kissed him soundly again. This time she got a little something back.
"I'm a healer, like my mother taught me to be," Kate told him yet again. "How's your head? No headache?" If he would recognize that she was a good witch then maybe she would have a chance.
"You were having a nightmare and I tried to help." She searched his eyes and saw that he was still confused. Probably internal fighting. It was time to press her luck or advantage and she kissed him while holding him tight to her.
"Kiss me, I don't bite," she whispered into his mouth before brushing her lips over his. She actually did intend to bite him but only to mark her territory and that could wait until they made love.
She pressed her kiss when she felt his arms around her and actually moaned a little into his mouth. She squeezed her eyes closed and willed him to make love to her. She wanted him so very badly.
Kate broke from the kiss, looked him in the eyes, and drew back a little. Just far enough to pull one of his hands around to the front of her and place his hand on her breast again. "Touch me. ...Kiss me." She kissed him again and felt him kissing her back a little more.
She removed her hand from his and was thrilled that he left his hand on her breast. She reached down and slid her hand over the outside of his shorts, caressing his manhood. He was already semi-erect; she reached inside his shorts to take him in her hand.
She broke from that kiss. "Touch me, please? The amazing, loving man is still in there." She played with the tip of his erection and felt it grow quickly.
He only knew she was driving him insane. He needed to keep her at a distance and yet his body was pressing itself up against her and his cock appeared to have a mind of its own as it hardened in her hand.
"We shouldn't. You don't understand." He was broken and he needed to find and kill the witch that had killed his little girl. Getting vengeance for her was his life. The man he had been was gone.
When she kissed him, he kissed her back and held her tight while his hand actually started moving on her breast. He had a woman's breast in his hand and she was touching his erection.
Then he felt her hand slip down his shaft and she tried to cup his balls before coming back up to the tip. He groaned as his hormones started to take over. He kissed her back passionately and used his tongue to search her mouth.
He pinched her nipple a little hard and she moaned into their kiss. Suddenly her lips were gone and he felt his head being pulled down. He found his face right between her breasts. Even though he knew better, he began sucking her nipple to make it hard. Thrilled, she held his head right there.
Kate was in heaven; he was suckling on her nipple. She squeezed the head of his penis which drew a moan from his mouth as he nibbled on her nipple. She held his head tight to her breast willing him to pay still more attention to her nipple. Make it hard, wish that he would mark her breast as being his. But she needed more so she pushed him till he was on his back looking up at her. She now had a plan and started pulling his shorts down freeing his erection from its confines.
She only had eyes for his erect cock. It was even better looking up close and she encircled his shaft with her hand. She bent down while on her knees to lick and suckle the head before plunging as much of him down her throat as she could.
'OH, GOD!' Richard felt his erection go into her throat as she buried her face against him.
Kate let his erection pop out of her mouth and looked up at him. She realized he was fisting his mattress with his head tilted back. She was smiling, pleased that she was accomplishing something. So she attacked the head of his erection with her tongue. That got a deep moan to escape his lips.
She was still playing with her new toy when suddenly she felt his hands on her head holding her in place. A moment later she felt and tasted him climaxing in her mouth. She swallowed every last drop and worked on keeping him hard. She wasn't done with him just yet.
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Kate was resting her head on his bare chest. She was for now perfectly sated after making love to Castle five times. He had proven that he was an excellent lover and she had every intention of keeping him.
She had ridden his erection till he climaxed inside her. Then she'd ridden his face till she exploded and climaxed all over his face. She was sure she was going to love the combined taste of their making love to each other.
He was awake and she knew it. "You don't have to tell me you love me, Castle," she said quietly. "My loving you is enough for now." She doodled a finger on his chest and teased some of his chest hair.
"A white witch." Richard was still trying to wrap his mind around that part. She was smiling, so relieved that he was talking and not shooting her.
"My mother taught me. We're healers, or at least I am now that my mom's gone. We helped the townspeople that got sick or had some other problem. We did it all without bringing attention to ourselves. Mom went to great extremes to tell me that people wouldn't accept us being witches no matter what we did for them." Watching her being burned by those same townspeople had proven her correct.
"And you've been inside my head." He still didn't like the idea of her knowing or being inside his head.
"At first I was trying to just ease the pain your headaches cause you. Then I tried to soften the hurt from your nightmares. I'm not sorry I did it. You were hurting. ...She was amazing. I wish I could have actually met her." Kate was in deep for a little girl who was no longer alive.
"Alexis was my life. My reason for living. I loved her more than anything." Richard literally cringed since he knew that just talking about her was sure to bring on a severe headache.
"Where's her mother?" Kate had yet to see her and knew nothing about her. The fact that Castle had had a child with another woman didn't affect her. Besides she loved both of them already.
"She left immediately after giving birth to our daughter; I never saw her again. It didn't really matter, she gave my Alexis." He really needed off this subject before it was too late for him.
"We have to get moving, we need to find those children," he informed her abruptly and started to get up.
She looked over at him. "I have a thought about that. Those pieces of paper you found... One of them has a instructions on how to create a pouch that can be attached to you. It's designed to hide something inside it. Sneak a weapon or something else inside of. All you'll feel is skin and you can't see it, either. It blends into your body."
"Sounds like we need to go back to that witch's house and search her more closely." This time he did get up since he had a plan.
Kate sat up with him and did nothing to cover herself. Castle had already seen everything. "I'm going with you. I can help," she insisted calmly. Actually she had no intention of ever leaving his side again.
"White witch," Richard murmured, trying to absorb what she'd told him. To him all witches were evil and he was amazed at how a white witch had managed to reach him. He had made love to a witch! A white witch, but a witch nevertheless.