Kate keeps finding his eyes as he kisses her, coming back time and again to stare at him as he watches her, the two of them tied up together.
She seeks him out, feeds from the frantic electricity that flows between them and smiles, kissing him until his lungs scream for oxygen. She gasps and fists her fingers in his hair and breathes the most enticing word he has ever heard, her voice a melody, a promise, a siren song.
"Bedroom."
Yes, the bedroom, where he can lay her out and worship her body, where he can peel her out of that dress and trace every inch of the sweetest smelling, sinfully soft skin. He kisses her and turns them, his grunt his only sound of agreement, desperate to get them where he can commit the entirety of her and them together to his memory.
They stumble as one, with hushed instruction and her mumbled words spilling out in a hot rush against his lips. Her demands stain his mouth and he doesn't even try to take in his surroundings. He's in her apartment for the first time and, fuck it, he'll be nosy later.
Right now is nothing but her and the warmth of her body.
She's like silk against the rough ache of his skin, his heart. She's soft and fluid and of all the outcomes he expected tonight this one didn't even flitter on his radar. It's like a dream and Castle casts the world aside and allows himself to get lost in it. In her.
He fists both hands in the shoulder length tangle of her hair and drags his thumbs over her cheeks just to hear the moan of pleasure that emanates from her. She likes that, so he does it again. He swoops in and kisses her mouth lazily, getting to know each parting lip and the soft movement of her tongue as if he has all the time in the world.
And she lets him.
She lets him have his way and careens into the soft, slow, sensual kiss, enthralled as it swells from within until it's bubbling up and spilling over the both of them. Warm and full of emotions they see and feel and trade back and forth but never speak of.
Not yet.
It builds and grows and crackles between them until Kate's pushing on him and grunting his name and Castle's eyes are opening in shock. She's hungry and wild and the wave of her hair falls across one eye, her lips lifting in an almost sinister - but devastatingly erotic - half smile.
Her hands land on his chest, a low rumbling sound driven out of her as she pushes him back, coiling around him as they go, no space between their entwined bodies. She wants movement and progression and touching. So much touching.
Her hands dip and cup and cradle him through the thin material of his pants and he remembers to move his fucking feet. He grips her waist for support when he loses his balance again and twirls her into him, his hands sliding down her back, over her ass and skimming the tops of her thighs.
Castle cannot touch enough of her, taste enough. He pushes a leg between hers so they can walk without distancing themselves and she shivers straight up and into his arms, kissing his neck, nipping at the underside of his jaw.
As one, they storm through the kitchen, avoiding the table only to use it to their advantage as Castle presses Kate against the wooden surface, gets a hand behind her knee, lifts her leg to curl it at his thigh and gasps at the tension in her muscles. She's a lithe ripple of pent up energy that he wants to help expel. She's the dynamic surge of adrenalin through his system and the driving force behind every swell and rush of blood that leaves him light headed. His body an arid desert aching for the succulent, wet, fevered relief only she can provide.
He brings her to the tips of her toes, forces her up high for his kiss and keeps her there, frantically feeding from the satin caress of her sultry mouth. She pouts when he withdraws and kisses her full lower lip, sucks the succulent skin into his own mouth and savors the way she shivers. His thumbs circle low on her hip bones and Castle slides her whole body backward with his, surging to follow until she's pressed into the cool metal door of her fridge.
Their palms collide above her head and he holds her there, feasting on the curve of her smile, kissing her until he all but loses his mind in the back and forth stroking of his tongue in her mouth. Their bodies rock lewdly, mimicking the slow building pressure of their kiss, the languid back and forth, in and out driving them both up and up and ever closer to insanity.
She soothes the ache like no one else and he still has no fucking clue how she does that. Even as she drives him higher, makes his skin flush and tighten and burn with the need to be inside her, she soothes him.
She is extraordinary. There is no other word for it. Damaged, broken and magnificent.
Beautiful, like simmering liquid brought to the boil, she bubbles up, dripping into all the gaps between them, the empty places that he tries to ignore suddenly full to the brim.
And he loves her.
Nose to nose, Castle gets lost in the honesty of her gaze, the raw tumble of emotion and truth that spills from her in silence. He pants frantic breath across her lips and slides the fingers of one hand down her arm, caressing the crease of her elbow and the soft supple curl of her wrist as she grips him. He reads her quietly with each shuddering breath and the seductive dance of her breasts pressing into his chest. He touches her face, fingering the line of her jaw and the column of her throat out to her shoulder.
He trails a light hand to the swell of her breast, letting her breath's frantic rhythm push the flesh back and forth into his palm, his fingertips barely having to move to find her nipples. Castle watches as each sweep of connection makes her breathe faster, sharper, the darkening of her skin through the deep vee of her dress making him salivate.
He wants to kiss the line of sweat sweetened flesh as he draws the dress down her arms and watches it pool on the ground at their feet.
With bitten restraint Castle moves on, stroking her thigh. He watches the lift of her lashes, loses himself in the depths of her eyes and Kate comes for him, seeking him out under the heavy shadow of lust that engulfs them. She lets the truth bleed from her eyes, distracting him suddenly with quick and focused fingers, flicking out over his ribs and down his arms and oh, Kate Beckett, stripping him out of his clothes, she laughs and pulls him nearer.
It's a sweet sound, the way she laughs like sugar over his tongue, and he yearns to feel it reverberating against his own skin. It makes it worth it, somehow, that they can find laughter in the intensity, that she can pull him into her and demand more and this, whatever this is, is going to wreck him for anyone else. He can feel that as surely as he can feel his own heart beating away in his chest.
His jacket's gone and so are her shoes and she drops down enough that she has to stretch back up to kiss him.
And she does, without a second thought, wanting him as much as he wants her, unbuttoning his shirt as she does. It crackles against his skin, shock and amazement chasing delighted tingles down his spine and clenching low in his gut. She wants him too.
Kate's fingers drift down his arm, coasting over skin, learning the contours of his body and humming quietly into his mouth as she does.
Kate - god, he loves her name - not just Beckett, the woman who came at him in the bathroom, but Kate - softer, sweeter -gets to know him better. She acts as if almost unaware of her own movements, yet she's so determined in them, as if they were pre-planned. Pre-destined.
Kate kisses him and nibbles at his jaw, mouthing the bone and mapping a path across his throat before touching the tip of her tongue to his pulse. Kate breathes him in and hums as though she finds him delicious, hums as if she cannot get enough and Castle can feel the thin hold he had on his control unravel.
"Bedroom?" He reminds her and her eyes dart to his, hazy with lust.
The shirt goes the way of the jacket and shoes and her hands are already at his belt, threading it free of his pants when Castle backs himself into a wall. She snickers and pops his button, reaching for his zipper, her eyes wandering his face with malicious intent.
"Mmhmm." Kate sucks the lobe of his ear into her mouth, and fuck fuck fuck the rock hard press of arousal between them springs free as she unzips him, "Good idea." She breathes out, hot air chasing over wet skin, making him shiver.
Kate squirms against him and his blood surges, desperate desire pounding through him so forcefully his very body feels like one great big, erratically beating heart.
Castle feels himself shake, feels the thunder of reaction zipping over his skin, the smell and sight, taste and sound of her spinning around him wildly, his senses in over drive. He kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants, following her through the open doorway of her bedroom.
Castle feels his body come to life under her touch and his hardening flesh beats for freedom against the constriction of her palm as she wraps it around him, uses it to lead him and goad him and guide him where she wants him. Kate runs a hand down the length of him, coasts her fingers and tightens her grip before pushing him back on bed with a smile. He goes, falling easily, with eyes that refuse to leave the feline mysticism of her body in motion.
Castle finds his elbows and raises himself up, bare save for the tented erection confined in his boxers and for the longest seconds Kate stands in the doorway watching him. His hands trace over her sheets and he wants to call her name and demand that she join him but a sound from her - under her breath - silences him.
When their eyes meet what Castle sees there sends a spark of something new and frenzied through his blood. Heated delirium under his skin.
Her gaze lands on his hand, still stroking the sheet, flicks out over his body so that his hair stands on end and finally finally surges back up to his face as she takes her own lip into her mouth.
She wears a look that demands attention and refuses denial, a look that screams, fuck no, Richard Castle, you are not beckoning me into my own bed.
Kate reaches behind her and his hand freezes, no longer able to maintain the movement as he stares at her hungrily. He hears the rasp of teeth and the drag and pull of metal. He watches the slow fall of blue at her shoulders like a waterfall of color over her pearlescent skin. The dress comes off and Castle rises from the bed, no longer content to be passive when she stands before him naked.
His hands wrap around her waist and he kisses her stomach, breathes her name and pulls her into him. Castle shifts back and brings Kate with him, his hands opening and engulfing her, caressing and worshiping all at once. Kate sighs and she kneels on the bed before him, her thighs flush with his and the weight of her body falling into his lap with practiced ease, as if they've done this a thousand times before.
She flips her hair over one shoulder and wraps her arms around his neck, threading her fingers through his hair and kissing him deeply.
Kate rocks back and forth, the heated wet glide of her dousing him in flames, setting light to his control. She surges back and forth, undulating as she dances in the smoldering ashes of his resolve, kissing him again, a soft curve of amusement playing over her lips.
She reaches behind him, with another kiss, another slow slide of her warm, welcoming heat over his thighs, and draws her arms back only to push a foil wrapped packet into the palm of his hand.
Kate goes easily as he rolls her under him, brushing flames across his stomach with the heat of her palms, her legs falling wide apart and her fingers slipping in between to tug on the silk at his hips. Her eyes flutter closed and shudder open again, his name a soundless plea that she mouths.
A beautiful and silent invitation.