Prompt from Clarkson124 here on fanfiction: Beckett and Castle make the bed. (This turned out more as a 'they attempt to make the bed' though).
"Rick, can you pass me that pillow?" she calls, hearing his footsteps as we walks back into the master bedroom.
"Are you really making the bed, Kate?" he asks.
She fights the urge to turn and look at him, knowing that he's either wearing nothing for just a pair of boxers or a robe or something like that, that will make her want to jump him all over again.
And she can't do that. They're already on day three of their honeymoon and they haven't left the room once.
"Yes, Rick," she answers, a little more venom seeping into her voice than she had originally planned. When she hears him scoff in response, she quickly turns to look him in the eyes, hands flying to her hips. "We need to do more than have sex, Castle," she manages to say, despite the fact that she's already regretting turning to face him.
She was right. He's wearing nothing but his robe. He's cleanly shaven now—that's why she had been in the bedroom alone in the first place, because she told him she had to shave. His hair is still slightly wet from the shower they had taken together. His robe was tied loosely, leaving his broad chest practically bare for her eyes to ogle. The knot, holding the separate sides of the robe together, was tied low on his abdomen, the material barely covering...
"See something you like, Kate?" his voice breaks her thoughts. Her eyes snap up to his, a blush coming across her cheeks. "And this is why we've stayed in this room having sex since we got here," he teases.
She rolls her eyes. "I remember you being a willing participate, and initiator," she teases back, reaching down to grab the pillow herself, since he never did hand it to her.
She feels his eyes on her behind as she leans over to place it on what was her side of the bed, even though she had only laid on it once or twice after...
No, Kate, she admonishes herself. She can't let her mind go there...again.
But then he's standing behind her, right behind her. And he robe in thin and short and his is barely covering-
"Rick," she tries, using the same voice she uses when he's misbehaving at the precinct, but her argument falls of deaf ears.
She stands back up, pressing her back to his chest in the process. She can feel all of him against her, and her breathing is already quickening and this proves he's wrong. This is why they've stayed in this room going at it like bunnies for the past three days.
"So, Kate? Why do we have to go out?" he asks, whispering to her, his voice hot against the shell of her ear, sending shivers down her spine and making ehr knees go weak.
"Be...Because if that's what we wanted to do we could of stay-" Her sentence is cut off by a gasp as his fingers begin working at the knot of her robe and his lips are hot against her pulse point.
Yeah, there's no way they're leaving now.
But she can at least try to fight this, right?
"Rick, can we please make the bed and do something? We can finish this later," she tries, but the breathy tone of her voice makes her argument lose all viability.
"We can do something," he tells her suggestively, whispering against the sensitive skin of her neck.
"Something else, Castle," she manages to spit out, the use of his last name making her wonder why she's been using his first name all this time. Must be a married thing, she decides.
Besides, she's a Castle now, too. Well, a Beckett-Castle, but that's just a minor detail.
And this is totally not helping her case about leaving the room and going out to do something touristy.
"Like what, Kate?" he asks, and suddenly his voice is less low and husky and he sounds genuinely curious.
And, oh God, now he has her all hot and bothered and he's just standing behind her like he didn't just try to seduce her. So she takes a moment to gather herself, takes a few deep breaths before turning in his arms to meet his eyes. The blue orbs she had fallen in love with long ago, longer than even he knows, are fills with love and it takes her breath away.
"What do you want to do, Kate? This is your honeymoon. I want you to have fun, outside of the bedroom," he waggles his eyebrows as he finishes, playful as always. But the beginning of his question was dead serious.
"First of all, it's our honeymoon, Rick. So, if I want to do something that you don't want to do, you can say no, okay?" she tells him.
He nods. "What do you want to do, Kate?"
She smiles up at him. "I want to go see the elephants," she tells him honestly, letting her eyes lock on his.
"Than we'll go see the elephants, as soon as we make the bed," he tells her, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her lips, his hands cupping her cheeks as hers thread into the short hair at his nape.
When they separate, he rests his forehead against hers, smiling down at her. She smiles back—smirks, really.
"What?" he asks, knowing her too well, recognizing the glint shining in her eyes.
She pulls him down for another kiss, letting her tongue battle with his in a dance so familiar yet seemingly so new at the same time.
"The elephants will still be there later, right?" she asks, knowing he'll catch her meaning. When it comes to sex, he always does.
He nods slowly, as if confused.
"Then maybe we don't have to go out...right now?" she suggests, letting her hands in his hair bring his face a little closer to hers again. He captures her lip in a long, slow kiss.
"But you already made the bed," he teases, motioning towards it with his head.
She raises her eyebrows playfully, suggestively. "We could use something other than the bed."
In an instant, he has her pinned against the wall.
