Chapter 13

"They're from my class, and they were talking about you"

Kate turned to look at him.

"Okay I know this breaks every rule in the book, but I couldn't take it sitting down. They were talking about how you'd be best as a super model or a porn star, and the whole teacher look doesn't suit you"

"And so you got into a fight?"

"I stood up to them, told them they had no right to judge you that way, and you make quiet a respectable professor. One of the best we've had so far. 90% of my class would vouch for that."

Kate sat up and crossed her arms in front of her. He sat up too.

"Of course, I said it differently, it turned into an argument, one thing led to another and voila, Rick Castle's got a scar"

Kate looked at him "This is bad" she said

"I know" he said. "I'm sorry"

But even before she could say anything to him, she leaned in quickly and grasped his lips with hers, kissing him passionately, leaving him speechless

"That's for defending me"

And then she poked hard at his shoulder

"Oww! What was that for?!"

"That's for feeling you needed to"

"What?!"

"Rick can't you see what's happening?! You're beginning to care too much!"

"I know"

"This is not how it's supposed to go" she whined and then buried her face into the pillow she grabbed from behind her and groaned into it.

"Why are you so frustrated?" he asked.

"Because, I'm beginning to care too much too"

He was silent. She looked up at him.

"Your bandage can't magically move into place Rick"

"I should have known you couldn't resist" he half smiled.

They sat in silence for a while.

"Rick, we can't do this"

He suddenly realized what she was insinuating. And he didn't want this arrangement top end. If anything he'd want it to become more, but that was nowhere near happening as long as she was his professor.

"What?! No! Of course we can!" he argued.

"How!?" she almost yelled.

"We've got to stop putting our hearts into it"

"I don't think that's voluntary" she argued

"It's got to be just sex!" and saying that, he locked his lips to her neck again. She tried fighting him, tried pushing him away, but he was strong, and his lips had the ability to make her weak, and she just wanted to give in, because her body loved him, and it loved what he could make her feel .

"Just sex Kate, just us fucking around, sleeping with each other for pleasure and nothing else..."

He kissed with more passion.

And so she gave in… maybe they could try… try not feeling.

Maybe.

"Just you and me having a little fun, dealing with our obvious sexual attraction" he whispered at her skin

They laid back down, drowning in a sea of pleasure and lust, trying hard to keep it just that, lust, pure desire. Both pretending that their hearts weren't interfering.

Kate woke up the next morning to find him fast asleep, wrapped around her. She slowly shifted out of his hold and got up. She walked into her washroom, had a quick wash and then went on into the kitchen to make herself some coffee

And as she sat at her kitchen island, she couldn't stop her mind from wandering there again. To the place where she's so badly trying to understand just what they'd gotten themselves into. It was clear to her now, the two of them had fallen in love, even though they hardly knew anything about each other, it was no longer just sex. They were trying hard to believe it, rather to make it true, but deep down they both knew, they were way past that.

Now there was a connection. The way they kissed, the way they touched, the way he worshipped her skin and she did his, how he held her and how they cuddled, and how there was more than just sexual pleasure now, there was affection in their sex.

There was something building with every moment they spent together and it was toxic for their lives. Falling in love, this way, it could lead to so many complications, so many problems with their social lives. There was absolutely no way it could work, and absolutely no way she could fall out of love with him, and in no way did either of them want to end this, arrangement, whatever they had going on.

So what then?

She placed her coffee mug down. She didn't want to think. Right enough, as if he could sense her unrest, she felt him standing behind her. And then his lips were pressed against her temple

"Come back to bed, I want to fuck you once more before I leave"

She smiled "I'll be right there."

She thought in her head, how she wished he'd allow himself to just use the words to describe what he was actually doing with her, what they were actually doing every time they disguised the act as 'just sex'.

They were actually 'making love'.