So, for any of my fellow East Coast-ers that are preparing for Hurricane Irene, I feel your pain. I am so nervous about this damn storm that it's not even funny! Sigh. Anyway, here is the next installment of Rodeo, hopefully it will get all of you through the storm and the aftermath :)

Disclaimer: Castle and all of its character belong to Andrew W. Marlowe and ABC.

Play list for this chapter:

"Harder To Breathe" by Maroon 5

"Sex Therapy" by Robin Thicke

"Kiwi" by Maroon 5

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The week that led up to the first round of the finals in Las Vegas was a blur of phone calls, interviews with bull riders, and arranging information for the article for Kate. She hadn't really even had time to see Rick during the day light hours, but they had fallen into an easy rhythm once the sun set.

They would meet up in the kitchen when their stomachs began to rumble, they'd cook dinner together, tuck Alexis into bed after they all finished eating, do the dishes and then fall into bed together, falling asleep before their heads even hit the pillow.

'Absence makes the heart grow fonder', that was what Kate was using to rationalize the feelings that were coursing through her at a hundred miles an hour while they waited in line for security at the airport. Rick pulled the belt from his belt loops and placed it into the plastic bucket along with his shoes and the contents of his pockets.

She felt a flush of heat sweep up her face, and a similar heat pooling between her legs. They moved through security, walking slowly through the metal detectors and grabbing all of their belongings again. Rick shot her a sexy wink as he placed his hat on his head, the black felt Stetson obscuring her view of his fiery blue eyes. The only response that Kate could muster was to shake her head disapprovingly at him, a small smile playing on her lips.

She led the way down the corridor towards their gate, making sure to sway her hips seductively as she walked. She could almost feel his eyes on her as she moved. Kate liked the feminine power that came over her when she was able to turn Rick on so easily.

They reached their gate and took seats in the uncomfortable seats, choosing the two seats farthest in the corner. Ryan and Esposito had agreed that they would meet Rick and Kate in Las Vegas, and Alexis would meet them with Rick's mother the day before the first run.

Rick pulled out his phone and was scrolling through old emails and games when he felt Kate's fingers skate over the inside of his thigh. He let a low moan escape his throat when she brushed the heel of her hand over the crotch of his jeans.

"Kate," He sighed in response to her continued ministrations to his groin. She watched as his jeans began to tighten and his body began to respond to her touch. She leaned over and took his ear between her teeth, placing his carry on bag in his lap to obscure anyone from seeing her hand. Her tongue flicked over the shell of his ear and she let out a breathy sigh against his skin. "What are you doing?" He moaned when he found his voice again.

"I need you, Rick." She replied, biting his neck roughly. "I've been thinking about how much I want you since we left the ranch this morning. It's been so tough all week, seeing you and being so close to you without being able to do this." She emphasized the last word by giving him a squeeze through his jeans. Rick moaned and bucked into her hand. "When we get on the plane and are allowed to walk around, I'm going to get up and go to the bathroom. Wait a few minutes and then follow me." With that she broke all contact with him completely and went back to reading.

"You're a tease, woman." Rick sighed, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths to try to calm himself. They waited in silence until the attendant finally announced over the intercom that they would be boarding.

Rick practically ran through the line and found their seats near the back of first class. Kate sat next to him, lacing her hand with his and smirked at the concentrated look on his face. She allowed her fingers to trail patterns over the palm of his hand, sending tingles from his hand to his groin.

She glanced down at the hardness that was poking at the zipper of his jeans and felt herself starting to warm again. The pilot came onto the PA system and announced that they were ready to take off, and Kate smiled. There wasn't much longer until she'd have him.

The plane continued its vertical ascent until it reached cruising altitude and leveled out. The captain came over the PA once again and informed them that they were now allowed to freely move about the cabin, and Kate got up almost immediately and headed towards the bathroom. Rick watched the 'occupied' sign light up and the stared at his watch, waiting for the right moment to follow her.

He waited five minutes and then unbuckled, heading for the bathroom. Rick knocked on the door lightly, whispering her name through the metal door. She opened it, reached out, and drug him into the bathroom by his shirt collar.

Shutting the door behind them, she slammed his body against the wall, grinding her hips powerfully against his. Rick couldn't suppress the sultry groan that she pulled from him when she shoved her hand into his pants and ran her thumb over his engorged tip.

"God, you're so hard for me already, Rick." She spoke directly into his ear, deciding that the 'straight forward and seductive' lingo was best for their situation. "All I could think about when we were waiting in that line was how much I wanted to feel you inside of me right at that moment. Prove me wrong, Ricky. Blow all of my fantasies out of the water." She said, sinking her teeth into the soft flesh of his shoulder. Rick wound his arms around her and spun them so that her back was against the small sink. He trusted his hips forward and ground his hips into her, the teeth on their zippers scraping against each other.

"God, I've missed the feel of your body, Kate." He murmured, stripping her shirt over her head and trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses across her shoulder. His tongue flicked over the salty skin over her pulse point, feeling her erratic heart beat.

She moaned, his Stetson falling to the small counter top as she buried her fingers into his soft hair. His mouth moved to the hollow at the base of her throat, his lips, tongue, and teeth teasing the skin there. She pulled his head back and unbuttoned his shirt frantically, pushing it off his shoulders onto the ground. Her hands roamed the planes of his chest, and moved down his stomach to toy with the light peppering of hair just below his belly button.

When she looked back into his eyes, the normal blue color was gone and had been replaced with the black of his pupils that were blown wide with desire. They both seemed to pause a moment, staring into one another's eyes, before their lips met in a passionate kiss that rivaled anything they'd ever felt. Rick's tongue flitted across her bottom lip and she opened to him immediately. They battled for dominance, their tongues and lips colliding heatedly.

Rick reached down and lifted Kate so that she was sitting on the small counter in the bathroom, one leg wrapped around his waist and the other foot planted against the wall. She slid her hand between them and undid the button and zipper on both of their jeans, pushing them to the floor. Kate ran her hands up the back of Rick's thighs, her nails scraping over the inside of his thigh. His hips bucked forward, their heat brushing against each other and drawing moans from both of them.

Kate closed her hands around his hardness and began pumping her fingers up and down his length slowly, squeezing him lightly. He dropped his forehead to her shoulder, his breath coming in short gasps, and his hand fisting in her hair. He moaned loudly when her fingers brushed over his tip again. He clamped his mouth around her ear, his teeth scraping over the sensitive flesh.

"I need you. Now." He snarled, plunging his fingers inside her wetness and curling them upward. Kate muffled a scream into his chest, her teeth closing on his skin. His hand pumped in and out of her quickly, bringing her to the brink and just as she began to clench around his fingers he withdrew them, causing her to whimper against his sweat slicked skin. Rick brought his hand to his mouth and swiped his tongue over his fingers, tasting the tang of her on him and watched Kate's eyes darken.

Kate wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, anchored her hands around his neck and slid down the length of him. Rick moaned as he nails dug into the flesh of his shoulders, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Their breath came as short, quick pants when Rick found a steady rhythm and rocked his hips into hers, thrusting quickly and deeply. The coil within him began to tighten when he felt Kate clenching around him. Feral growls tore from his throat when she reached down and began rubbing her clit in circles. He reached a hand up and roughly pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

"I'm gonna, oh," She sighed, her hips thrusting down to meet each of his movements. She kissed him sloppily, their tongues tangling together. When they parted, she leaned back to rest her head on the mirror, her hand still rubbing circles. His thrusts became stuttered and seemingly out of no where their orgasms hit them, causing both of them to cry out.

They stilled for a moment, lazily kissing one another, before slowly parting and cleaning up. Rick stole a shy glance at Kate when she bent over to pick up her pants. Kate looked over at him and shook her head disapprovingly. Rick shrugged his shoulders innocently and got dressed. Kate placed a kiss on his lips, and his hands settled on her hips, his thumbs brushing teasing circles over her hip bones.

All to soon she pulled away and dug around in her jeans pocket, exclaiming 'aha' and producing a piece of paper. She pressed it into the palm of his hand, kissed his temple and walked out of the restroom.

Rick sighed loudly and took a moment to collect his thoughts, finish dressing and plop his hat on his head before he looked at the paper. He barked out a laugh at the crude drawing of an airplane and her elegant script on the crumpled paper.

'Welcome to the Mile High Club, Mister Castle. 3'

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