Taken from an anonymous prompt on Tumblr: Pregnant Beckett can't keep her hands off Rick, not that he's complaining. (includes some mild M-rated content)
She couldn't help it. She really couldn't.
Kate's first trimester had been brutal. One day after the next of nausea and irritability, of being exhausted by mid-afternoon. At dinnertime, she was either ravenous or couldn't stomach a single bite, and most nights she was down for the count before most senior citizens had gone to bed. She was living on the assurances of her obstetrician that most women experienced some relief during the second trimester, that her energy would most likely surge and she'd have a feeling of well-being that had eluded her during those first few months of pregnancy.
When her thirteenth week rolled around, the transformation was positively magical, and if she hadn't been experiencing it first-hand, she wouldn't have believed it. Suddenly, her energy was boundless, and her body felt aglow. Her skin and hair looked fabulous and healthy, her bust line becoming more buxom by the day. Her belly had only started to become ever-so-slightly rounded, and she could still fit into her regular clothes. But perhaps the most noticeable shift was the surge in her libido.
It began early one Saturday morning, when she awoke and rolled over to take in the sight of her slumbering husband, bare from the waist up and his hair adorably askew as he snored softly. She felt a sudden, overwhelming rush of tenderness for him; Castle had been so unbelievably good to her during those first weeks, waiting on her hand and foot. His accommodation of her knew no bounds, and he would drop everything to get her what she needed, whether it was some saltine crackers to nibble on, or a waste can to vomit into.
But this morning? This morning she felt divine, and it only took seconds for her affection to morph into desire. She couldn't help it…she was consumed only with thoughts of how desperately she wanted him.
As she nuzzled into his naked chest, his arms moved to wrap around her, the gesture automatic even in his sleep, but her suggestive actions were rousing him quickly. Unwilling to wait, her hands firmly stroked his length, that part of his anatomy awakening faster than its owner, and when he finally stirred and realized what she was up to, his eyes flew open, squinting painfully against the bright morning sunlight that filled the room.
"Mmmmph. Kate? What are you doing?"
"What does it feel like I'm doing? C'mon Castle. Get with the program. I need you. Now."
His smile belied any annoyance at being woken by his horny wife, and he helped her to nudge his boxers down while he rolled her beneath him. He slipped a hand between her legs only to discover that she was so hot and wet, so ready for him already, and he groaned at the sensation.
"God damn, Beckett. Not that I mind at all, but what's gotten into you this morning?"
"I want my husband, that's all. So why don't you zip it and show me how much you want your wife?"
"Happily," he replied, sealing his mouth to hers, and when he slid into her that morning, both of them gasping at the overwhelming pleasure this act gave them, he thought, I could get used to this.
And get used to it, he did. That morning was only the beginning of months of seduction by his insatiable wife.
There was the time in the kitchen, when she hopped up on the counter and wrapped her legs around his waist, pleading with him to please, please fuck her, right there and then.
Then there was the time in the locker room at the precinct. He walked out that day, surprised and mildly scandalized by the things she did to him in the small shower stall she had dragged him into, by the things she had asked him to do to her. How she had braced her arms against the tile and wiggled her ass at him, begging him to please just take her right now. So he did and my god, it had been amazing and naughty and unforgettable.
Oh, how he loved his pregnant wife.
There were the times in the back of her cruiser. Or that once in a deserted corner of the library at that benefit they attended, or the secluded spot in the park where they enjoyed a picnic (and so much more). She even dragged him into an empty, darkened exam room at the hospital when they were touring with other expectant parents.
She shocked him speechless more than a few times with her unquenchable appetite for him, not that he was complaining. They had always enjoyed a great sex life, but it was like her pregnancy had flipped the switch from fantastic to phenomenal.
He was fairly certain every horizontal surface at the loft had been christened by now (and most of the vertical ones as well). And then there were all the times she came to him as he sat at his desk, tapping away at his laptop and weaving the tale of Nikki and Rook's newest adventure (which had become positively G-rated in comparison to his exploits with his wife). She would drop to her knees and take him in her mouth, sucking slowly and making him see stars as his fingers clenched in her hair and he groaned oh my God Kate
They had to adjust as her belly grew, but it never slowed them down, never got in their way. She was so sensitive, so responsive to his touch, the pregnancy hormones heightening her awareness and making everything that much more pleasurable. She couldn't get enough of him, and he was only too happy to satisfy her every desire.
She was in her thirty-ninth week when they had indulged in a gloriously intense round of love-making, his front plastered to her back, her generous belly making this one of their favorite positions now. Both of them rolled to their backs afterward, panting and sweating and smiling, and he took her hand in his, squeezing his love and satisfaction into her skin, finally speaking when their breathing had slowed.
"Please don't take this the wrong way Beckett, but I'll miss it when you're not pregnant anymore."
She barked out a laugh at that, because she knew exactly what he meant. There was no implication that their sex life had in any way been inadequate before; both of them had enjoyed the drastically increased libido that accompanied her pregnancy.
Turning her head to him, she found that he was already staring at her, and his expression could only be described as besotted. "I know. It's been fun, hasn't it?"
"Fun is an gross understatement. And sorry to be the one to break this to you, but it's also the last time we'll have an uninterrupted sex life for God knows how long."
She groaned at that, her eyes closing momentarily against the reality of his words. "Don't remind me. Life will never be the same, will it?"
He smiled softly at her then, reaching his hand out to span her stretched belly, their little one nudging at the soft pressure of his palm.
"No, it'll never be the same, but believe me when I say you won't mind."
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