There is an alternate version of this chapter which is being posted separately, I changed my mind in regards to the direction of where it was going at the last minute...but it's there to read if you wana :D
Chapter Twenty.
She's gonna climb all over me.
His mouth closes over hers and the zip slides low, his hand grazing against the warmth and quivering skin just below her stomach as he reaches to press aside her underwear just as he imagined doing earlier...
Only...only it's all for show and instead of sliding his hands inside her shorts, he catches her eye, sees her understanding, resignation that yeah they are about to cross another line and get a hell of a lot closer.
But not actually as close as they want to be.
Kate leans into him again, firm weight in his hands and at his shoulders as she peers past him eyes on the suspect, before sliding her lips over Castle's again. A shallow moan breaks from her and he swallows it fast, not wanting to give it up to some perverted criminal lowlife watching from the shadows.
All the wonderful parts of her in his arms, all the secrets of them together...he will never share, refuses to in fact, but he still needs more.
His fingers slide past the denim and instead of delving in, meeting cotton or silk Castle finds himself imagining his fingers dancing through molten velvet.
Wet heat.
Best fucking book title ever.
And he cups her through the material, not as thick as it makes out because as he stirs against her, Castle can still feel every intimate line and dip, every crevice and groove of her body, the heat pooling directly above his hand.
Warm and...wet.
His fingers still in shock, frozen when he finds her so ready and exposed like this and he forces himself to pull back, not from the lips he's teasing with his fingertips through the barely there denim, but from the ones he's kissing.
He sucks her bottom lip as he retreats, a farewell for the moment as he waits for her eyes, for her accusation or denial.
But before their lips are fully separated Kate's chasing the kiss, her hips gyrating in slow circles and she presses down hard against his hand. Any closer...with nothing between them and she would be forcing his fingers to part her quivering lips and delve deeply inside, into the dark wet fire that would shiver all round his invading digits.
"Don't...don't stop." She pleads, as if he could, and he growls directly into her mouth. His hips rock and he lifts her just a little more, thuds her backwards into the wall and no doubt bruises her. But with a thick swirl of his fingers, pressing tight to the seam until she gasps, he promises to every vibrating cell in her body, he'll make it up to her.
Make it worthwhile.
Make it real.
Later when it's just them alone in the swirling heat of his bedroom and he can properly take his time over this, not worry about being watched...not that he is, but he should...their first time means more than this.
"Never." He states fiercely, eyes on hers, seeing into her even though her lids are fused shut. Castle reads the pink tinge to her cheeks and the line of her lips as they part so very closely to his and she wets them with her tongue before breathing across the glistening trail.
She's panting against him.
It's beautifully sensual, sexy and Castle has never seen anything quite like it, the way she gives in but gives back, and he wants more of it. Everything she offers up.
Somewhere in private where she doesn't have to bite her lip, force down moans and keep her eyes over his shoulder for danger, somewhere she can scream out...god he wants to hear her scream.
His hand at her waist holds Kate in place and Castle braces a knee against the wall, lets her weight fall a little into the thick muscle of his thigh, pressing his hand ever closer through her thin stupid shorts and...
"Oh..." Her teeth bite down on the leather of his jacket and she cries into shiny black material as he presses his fingers back a little, his movement spreading her hips and opening her up to his invasion before he steps into her, closer...impossibly there is still space between them and he wants it gone.
She thrills at it
She starts to moan, a deep rumble of surprise and joy that shocks Castle just...just a bit because - he pulls back, watches the flint sparks of orgasmic bliss behind her pupils- they were acting, putting on a show and this...this is so much more than that.
They come together, bodily, hard and firm and he pushes...
Up and...
Their eyes lock in sudden shock, her mouth opening, lips parting on a heavy breath and surely...
"Beck...Kate...are you not...wearing...?" He can't complete the sentence, doesn't need an answer he's already far too aware of the truth.
Biting down hard on her exposed lip she shakes her head, lost in the feeling of his hand and his smell and him just...there and...
"Shit." He breathes against her neck in apology, his hand sliding away because it's not fair, to him or her, but mostly her, exposed and vulnerable and him taking advantage in the...
"Shhh..." Her hand slides around his neck, dragging his mouth back to hers and with every millimeter that separates them disappearing as she pulls him close, Kate focuses on his lips, his soft sweet devilish lips... "No...just..."
His eyes open wide and he looks devastated that she's telling him no and no no no not no like that, she squeezes her eyes together quick and sharp before she looks at him again, pleading with her wide open heart for him to realise she means no don't stop because god...please don't stop.
And she thrusts her body forwards, down hard into his hand, her chest bumping his, her mouth opening and her tongue...Sliding over his lips, a deep and breathy sigh invading his mouth before she takes its place and kisses him hard.
The muscles in her legs, the whole of her body, clamp tight around him because no, no stopping and he feels so good, so right and warm and he catches on, finally understands that it's ok.
More than ok...better...the best...well not yet but...soon.
Castle tugs her hair, pulls her face back from his so he can kiss her neck, lips forceful over her skin now, confident and holding her in place so he can trace whatever path he chooses over her body.
Kate clings to his shoulder, her eyes closing as emotion and feeling take control, overwhelming and intense, her hand drifts through his hair so she can tug him away or hold on tight, but she does neither, can't bring herself to force him away, can't quite centre herself enough to hold on.
Instead Kate finds her hand caressing his head, sliding past his ear and down the back of his skull, her thumb grazing his jaw and her long slender fingers finding home in the tight muscle of his neck. Hard and firm and soft under her fingers and she falls forwards.
Because as she moves, so does he and he's so much better at the touch and tease than she is right now, incoherent and captive to the rhythm that beats between them.
"Fuck..." She moans, directly into his ear, and she can't help herself when her lips close over the lobe and she sucks him in time with the pulse of his fingers against her. She's not sure if he's doing it on purpose but the pretense is enough, just his hand resting almost frozen between her legs now, is enough.
Him holding her is enough. But then he speaks.
"Oh we will..." He groans, and yeah he smirks just a bit when his words, so honest and true and filthy cause her to clench around him in response.
In anticipation.
Because this...this is...
There is no going back from this.
It's inevitable where they will end up, tonight or tomorrow or the next day...hopefully all three, and maybe it always has been but now...
"Oh..."
But he's moving again and his thumb is sliding just above the pressure of his fingers. Intent on his face as he focuses on her, don't hold back...
She said that.
And Kate clings, drowning in surprise and delight, terror and jubilation, as he takes her at her word, weighed down with desire and bursting with pleasure, gasping when he presses through the cloth once, twice, three times and stops...circles and does it all again.
And it's...it's everything and it's Castle, and Kate searches his face when she opens her eyes, leaning away from the warmth of his chest and the blistering heat of his mouth, wanting to lose herself in pools of the blue waiting for her.
Only they aren't there, that gentle blue and soft, almost angelic...
Well not really because it's still Castle. But she wants the deep swirl of misty blue, ready and waiting for her to fall into.
Because she will fall...soon.
But it's not there, and what she finds instead is so much more intoxicating.
That tender edge to his eyes when he looks at her is gone, washed away by his dark almost demonic desire to have her, his need for her so evident in the unshakable way he stares at her.
Watching the pleasure he gives her roll across her body, surrounding her, bathing her just as she desperately aches to bathe him. The weeping evidence of her enjoyment dripping into his waiting hands or wrapping around him hotly in a vice like glove of lust and want, surrendering as he drives into her, capturing him and making him hers.
Kate can see every lingering fantasy, past and present, even the ones bursting to life as he touches her, and each one ripples across his face with urgency before he forces it aside and delves back into the here and now...into her.
She can see his, and she levels him with an open wide and staring gaze, letting him see a few of her wants and desires as they are ignited by the spark of his own.
Partners in everything, even this...this storytelling.
Lost in the fiction of each other until they can make it a reality.
And Kate's blinking rapidly, she must be because one moment he is holding himself away, watching her reactions, taking in what she likes and how she moans, and the next his lips are resting over hers, not quite touching.
Hot air dancing between them.
And Kate, desperately clinging on to what little control she has left over her body, tries to remember that it's for show and that Logan is a few feet away and they are supposed to be trapping him, distracting him.
And surely this is a distraction.
But for who?
Because their eyes are open and staring, lashes tangling with each beat and he waits, just a second, just a pause against the quiver of her skin before he lines her lip with his tongue and teases his way inside.
Castle rolls, and tenses, mouth pressing, lips soft and firm against each other and when she shivers his fingers freeze no longer dragging liquid fire from her body.
Her hands claw through his hair, tugging and sliding, caressing and demented in equal measure, everything a balance, but the scales are tipping and Kate feels herself twisting ever closer to falling over the edge.
And he stops...
Dropping down, Kate shudders, eyes closing, panting his name just once into his mouth before she loses herself in him completely. He doesn't even have to move anymore, she's too far gone. But every time she thinks exactly that, Castle pushes her further, overflowing with the remnants of his touch and his mouth moving under hers.
Nothing like she ever imagined it would be.
Who could picture this in a million years? And it's so much more than she ever expected. So much touching when they have existed on none, their lips moving and moulding, colliding when they have always been reliant on the verbal battle not the physical onslaught.
And their eyes...
They communicate the most and it's the one thing that will never change between them, no matter how close they get, no matter how tight and hard and perfect...that positive charge when their eyes lock, it will never fade.
Castle watches, like he always does, observes the shake and the shudder, absorbs the tension that rolls from her in waves, his eyes refuse to tear themselves away from her as she drags them towards the edge of something new.
So far beyond everything they were before.
And she kisses him like her life depends on it, because now and oh so suddenly, in new and shiningly vivid ways it truly does. Castle holds the key to her pleasure and her heart all within his wonderful, evil, hands and she kisses him...like she's wanted to for as long as she can remember.
Kate breathes through him, fire in her body, flames licking everywhere they touch and she sets him alight with every contraction of her muscles.
Every touch another flame.
Lips sliding together she feels the approaching rush of dizzying energy, it pulls her back from him, sends her reeling into his chest again and again and she rides the steady rhythm. But he's ready so...ready and when she loses her way, lost in the stumbling ecstasy and the frenetic charge, he's there.
Her...
"Castle..." She gasps, louder than she means to.
Her partner.
And when her eyes open, misty and unfocused, it takes her a second to realise she's staring directly into the face of their suspect, leering and snide as he raises his gun, a sharp metallic click drowning out her near ecstatic panting breaths before he presses the weapon into the back of Castle's skull.
"See...I knew you looked familiar." He shakes his head at her, and she can feel Castle jump, shock and the electric pang of fear snap sharply through him and Kate squeezes where her fingers rest, trying to reassure him.
Which is ridiculous because there is a gun pressed against the back of his...
Her eyes meet Logan's with unmasked anger, feral hatred, and she will rip him limb from limb if he so much as...
Logan laughs, "Yeah, you should be mad, but not at me, at your own stupidity... but we can talk about that after your partner pulls his hand outta your pants...Detective."