When they had finished their drinks, they put on their clothes over their swimsuits before leaving. They delayed the trip a little by looking at the Minstrel's Gallery, which was a banqueting hall, and then returned to their room to get ready for dinner. The first step in that was to take a quick shower to rinse off and exchange a few, quick kisses under the water before they literally had to wrench themselves apart which they were finally able to accomplish.
Looking in the mirror above the desk after he'd dressed in the bedroom, Castle straightened the lapel of his jacket before he looked out the window nearest to him. He could see people coming from the golf course as it was nearly dark, and he checked his watch to see if they were going to run late for their reservation. Just as he was turning to see if his wife was ready, the door to the bathroom opened and she stepped out.
"What? I took too long?" Beckett asked, smiling as Castle's gaze roamed her form a few times.
"Not really," he was able to say as she went to the mirror above the desk then. He went to her as she put on her aquamarine earrings and said, "You look stunning love."
Looking at his reflection, Beckett turned to him and said, "I don't know, I've worn this before," as she smoothed down the bodice of her dress; the same she'd worn on Mother's Day and to their supposed blind date.
"But you brought it with you, so you're aware already that I like it," Castle said. "That's the only dress you have on you isn't it?"
"Are we going to another upscale restaurant?" Beckett asked him.
"I wasn't planning on it," Castle said.
"Great, because you're right, that's the only one I have with me," Beckett replied.
"Then if we decide to go out like we are tonight, you'll just have to wear it again," Castle said with a shrug. He laughed when his wife pushed him slightly and he took her hand asking, "Ready?"
"I am," Beckett replied. Since he had their room key, and they weren't going to be too far from their room, all she took was a shawl in case he wanted to take her outside. As she waited for him to lock the door, she asked, "Have you looked into this place?"
"I did when I was looking at the site for the manor itself. It's contemporary Irish with some classical influences. I took a look at the menu they have there, it seems interesting," Castle told her as they went down the stairs. On the walk to the restaurant, they passed other couples, and when the people would watch them he muttered to his wife, "I think someone here found out who we are."
"More than likely," Beckett said as she didn't get the feeling they were looking at them in any kind of negative way; just out of curiosity. When they stepped inside, she was surprised that the restaurant was only lit by candles, but it made it more romantic as she could see by the number of parties there of only two. She murmured a thank you to her husband when he helped her into her chair at their table by a window, looking out at the river the manor was next to before she took her menu. "I wasn't expecting this," she said after they'd given their drink orders.
"I know, the pictures they have don't show it all at night," Castle commented. "Okay, so how hungry are you?"
"It was better we went swimming, I'm actually starving," Beckett said with a smile. Looking at the list of starters she said, "I'm surprised you didn't want to try the eight course tasting meal."
"I was tempted; they have it on the site," Castle said. He had to pause when the waiter returned with their drinks, and after they'd ordered the first part of their meal told her, "I didn't want to eat so much I was asleep the second I hit the bed."
"Thank you for that," Beckett said, looking at the three middle courses offered. She tried not to bite her lip as she remembered their brief shower together, the way he'd held her and kissed her under the water. She then realized she shouldn't be thinking of that at that second, and she quickly said, "What are you thinking of getting for the middle course?"
"The sorbet," Castle said, having put down his menu to watch her. He was amused as he could easily see what she'd been thinking about, and he said, "Do you still want to try out the tub?"
About to kick him for that; though not hard; Beckett was relieved when the waiter came with their appetizers and took their orders for the middle courses and the main course. Luckily she hadn't been so distracted with her thoughts she hadn't paid attention to that, and ordered the guinea fowl before her husband ordered the Irish beef, surprising her as she hadn't thought he'd looked through the menu that far yet himself. When they were left alone again, she was relieved to delay her answer as they ate before she said, "I would. But I forgot to ask you something about the car, would I be able to drive it at all?" not caring that she was so obviously moving to another subject that quickly.
Smiling at that, Castle replied, "If you know how to drive a stick I can ask, would you want to drive to the castle or maybe from where we'll have lunch to back here?"
"Better we figure that out tomorrow once we know if I can drive too," Beckett said. When he gave her a look that seemed to say she hadn't needed to ask her question really, she said, "Your plans for tomorrow might not take that long."
"Well, I thought wherever we are at Dunmore's Head you'll want to take pictures, and like I mentioned before, we could stop at towns coming back; or even going to," Castle replied as their plates were taken away and the middle course served. "We'll see what happens. Are you enjoying the food?"
"I think that's pretty apparent," Beckett replied. At that they ate in silence for a few minutes before she said, "Do you remember the first time you took a date out to a restaurant like this?"
"It was Le Circe," Castle told her. "Oh, speaking of that, we really should go now we don't have to worry about being seeing, we can sit wherever we want to."
"Next time we're in the city," Beckett told him.
"And yeah, I remember that date, because it was with Meredith," Castle commented. "The food was great, but she was driving me insane because her play she was in had her speaking like Greta Garbo, and Kate? She wasn't that good, she slipped into some accent that was like a mix between Greek and Italian, it was bizarre. But you know, Le Circe isn't as romantic as this."
"I'm surprised you never brought anyone here," Beckett commented as she took a sip of her drink.
"To Ireland? Yeah, I don't know why it never occurred to me to vacation here before that trip six years ago," Castle said, thinking as they were waiting for their main course. "I guess everywhere else caught my attention first, but hey, I haven't been to Spain either."
"That never was one of the places you wanted to visit?" Beckett asked.
"Not really, but I'm kind of glad for that, we get to share it together with the kids when we go," Castle told her.
"That's true," Beckett said with a slight laugh before their dishes were set in front of them.
When he'd taken a few bites of his food and he and his wife had shared bites of each other's dishes, Castle asked, "How's yours?"
"Good, and I'm assuming yours is the same. What do you really want to ask?" Beckett said. She smiled slightly when he paused taking a sip of wine, and she said, "I'm getting pretty close to actually reading your mind," teasing him.
"I think you can," Castle said, taking a quick sip before he set down the glass. "Where is the one place you've always wanted to go to in the world? Tell me and I'll take you there." He was surprised when his wife didn't say anything to that, looking at her glass of ginger ale before she turned her gaze up to him and smiled. "Oh come on, there's no way," he protested.
"You don't know this about my mother, but she used to come here when she was younger, for about six years from age three to nine she would come with her parents," Beckett replied. "When I begged her to tell me about those summer vacations I was… so completely enchanted by what she described that I wanted to see it for myself. But never have been able to until now. And I never said as I didn't to pressure you into bringing me here."
"It's not something I was expecting," Castle said. "And I was almost going to take you to England."
"I'm sure we'll go there too," Beckett said as they tapped glasses suddenly. "We should take Julia to Liverpool."
"Should," Castle said, smiling. "I think we have to, plus I'd like to go myself, see the sites, Penny Lane, Strawberry Fields, Paul's house."
"We'd have to see if we could stay there, I get the feeling Julia would want to explore as much of the city as she can," Beckett replied as she smiled, imagining their daughter's reaction to visiting that city.
"So if we ever go to England; hypothetically speaking of course; where would you want to go?" Castle asked then.
Since Beckett asked the same of Castle once she'd answered his question, the two found themselves occupied all through dessert. They even talked about going to Scotland; Castle wanting to go since he was partially Scottish as was Julia; and as they were finishing they discussed Wales a little before they left the restaurant to go outside.
"That was a pretty good dinner," Castle commented as they were walking along the river, her hand holding onto his upper arm.
"Pretty good, I'm stuffed," Beckett said.
"That's a rich meal for a baby," Castle said, glancing down at her abdomen. "Though I get the feeling it enjoyed the ice creams you got for dessert."
"And the berries and cream I ate of your dessert," Beckett said, shaking her head with a smile as he'd had her try it. "But I think it's still too small to really be aware of anything."
"You're seven weeks now aren't you?" Castle asked, watching her.
"A little over that," Beckett replied with a nod. "Which means next Wednesday I'll be two months," she said with a slight intake of air.
"Is that a problem?" Castle said.
"No, it's more of a shock," Beckett confessed. "Once I'm showing I won't act like this, I promise."
"I don't care," Castle said, shrugging his shoulders. "Want to sit?" he asked as they'd come to a red bench on the path between the manor and the river.
"Let's keep walking," Beckett said as she moved her hand so she could take his. "Since we're talking about the baby, I want to bring up something I've wanted to talk to you about but haven't had the chance with how crazy things were with the wedding."
"Sure," Castle said as he took her closer to the river.
"Were you serious about going to my appointments?" Beckett asked him.
"I went with Meredith," Castle told her. "But the first few she didn't really invite me, I asked."
"And that explains the pleading look you had in your eyes and obviously don't remember," Beckett said. "You can come now if you want, but there's not going to be too much to see."
"I'm not going for that reason," Castle said in slight exasperation. "I'm going because I'm involved too. I mean, granted my work technically stopped after we made love, but I don't really want to just let you raise the baby."
"I know how you are with Alexis, love," Beckett said, touching his arm. "And I can't imagine you wouldn't want to be involved in this baby's life either. It just surprises me."
"Okay, so I can go with you right?" Castle asked to make sure. When she nodded he said, "Great, now, we've had a nice walk," as by then they had turned back to the manor. "And we can sit for a little," he told her as he took her to the bench he'd wanted to sit on earlier.
Beckett didn't say anything, as she didn't mind doing that, and she already had an idea of why he was so adamant about sitting. So it was little surprise to her when Castle suddenly wrapped his arms around her tightly, holding her close as he crushed his lips to hers. She let out a brief moan, and held onto him around his neck as she parted her lips for his searching tongue. She carefully flicked her own against him, and she had to tilt her head suddenly as Castle moved around. It was then she felt his hand on her thigh, over her skirt, but she could still feel the heat from it as it was a little chilly at that moment. Pulling back from his lips, she smiled when he abruptly moved his hand away from her and asked, "You thought I didn't want that?"
"I wasn't sure, but now I am," Castle said simply before he put his hand back on her and began to pull her skirt up a little. With them both watching, he was just about to slip his hand underneath the black fabric, when he jumped as his phone rang once to let him know he had a text. "Crap," he said in obvious frustration.
"We can continue back in the room," Beckett said perturbed too. "Who is it?"
"Alexis, asking if we're going to call," Castle said. "I didn't realize it was ten."
"We should go," Beckett said. She smiled when her husband watched her get up with wide eyes; since her voice was more than a little seductive; and she waited for him to stand before they took each other's hand and went back up to their room. As Castle was busy setting the tablet up for Skype, she looked out the window at what she could see of the view before he got her attention.
"Hey Alexis," Castle said once his daughter was on the screen. "Are we late?"
"No, I was just wondering because Julia wanted to swim for a little in the pool before we eat dinner," the young woman said. "Hey Kate."
"I hope she's behaving while we're gone," Beckett said as she waved to her.
"I'm good Mommy, Daddy," Julia said, appearing at the bottom of the screen. She giggled a little and told them, "Are you?"
"Well, we haven't been arrest-" Castle started to say when Beckett nudged him in the side. "We are," he continued. "So what'd you get up to today?"
"We went out for a picnic," Julia said. "With the other kids 'cause tomorrow they leave."
"That's right, so where did you go?" Beckett asked.
"Where we went before when it was the Fourth of July, that beach," Julia eagerly explained. "Everyone liked it and had fun swimming."
"And you're going to swim in the pool now?" Castle said.
"Yeah, and then Grandpapa said he would help me fly my kite. Alexis will help me too and Gram will watch," Julia answered.
"Sounds like you have your day all set," Beckett commented, leaning against her husband as they were sitting on the bench in front of the bed.
"What about you?" Alexis asked then. "What'd you see today?"
"First we headed to the Cliffs of Moher," Castle said first. "I showed you pictures when I last went. And Kate took a lot of pictures."
"Will we get to see them?" Julia asked hopefully.
"You will, but when we take you to Ireland too we'll go there so you can see," Beckett replied.
"The baby too?" Julia said.
"The baby too," Castle laughed slightly at that. "After that we came to where we are right now, Adare Manor. I don't think we can really describe it," he told them. "So Alexis, take a look at the site if you want to see what it looks like where we are."
"I wanna see, please?" Julia asked her sister.
"After we hang up," Alexis promised.
"Is it a nice place?" Martha asked.
"It's gorgeous," Beckett answered. "I took pictures of the lobby and our room; I'll share them with you too. Once we got settled though we had tea in the library for a late lunch, and then we walked into Adare, the village the manor is by. It's a nice place, some nice stores."
"We got a few things," Castle said, glancing at Julia.
"Thank you," the little girl called.
"Hopefully you'll like them," Beckett replied with a soft laugh. "And after that we then headed back and got dressed for dinner. We ate at the Oakroom Restaurant here at the hotel, it was very nice."
"The food was nice," Castle interjected.
"That too," Beckett agreed. "Then we went outside to walk a little next to the river that runs along the eastern part of the manor before coming back to the room to talk with you."
"Sounds like you had a romantic night," Jim said in the background.
"It was," Castle said with a nod. "And just to let you know, we're staying here another day, so we'll probably call the same time as we might rest a little." He didn't jump when Beckett lightly pinched the side of his arm, since he knew she didn't believe him for a second.
"Oh, we forgot about the pool," Beckett said as she abruptly remembered. "We went swimming today too sweetie, there's an indoor swimming pool here. We went after we came back from the village."
"Did you take pictures?" Julia asked eagerly.
"I didn't take my camera," Beckett said apologetically.
"There's a picture on the site," Castle pointed out. "Okay, we'll let you go so you can swim in our pool sweetheart," he told the little girl. He then said goodnight to his mother, Beckett's father and Alexis before saying, "Night Julia, I love you."
"Love you Daddy, see you tomorrow!" the little girl replied, waving.
"I love you too sweetie, night," Beckett said to her then.
"Night Mommy, love you, hope you have fun!" Julia then cried, waving to her as well.
When the screen went dark Beckett sighed and leaned against her husband saying, "She looks like she's having fun."
"She is, she stopped saying she missed us… I bet you Alexis told her we knew already," Castle commented.
"More than likely," Beckett said with a smile.
"Tired, love?" Castle asked, watching her then.
"No, are you?" Beckett asked in reply as he stood up. She took his hand and slid into his embrace easily, taking his gentle kiss before they parted, walking together into the bathroom.
Rolling up the sleeves of his shirt after he'd gotten the cuffs unbuttoned, Castle walked around the tub until he was facing his wife. "You look like an empress," he commented as she looked at him without moving from where she was leaning against the back of the tub, her arms over the sides.
"Thank you for saying empress," Beckett said. "Aren't you going to join in?" she inquired of him as he started to kneel.
"Join in?" Castle asked slowly as he watched her, paused in mid-kneel.
Sitting up then, Beckett slid her hand along the edge of the tub until she reached him whispering, "Take off your clothes Rick." When he didn't really react in blatant surprise, her arousal suddenly spiked, everything in her body starting to throb as she realized they were likely going to be sharing dominance that night. She sat back against the tub as she watched him unbutton his shirt and before starting on his trousers after pulling his shirt out of it. As he was doing that, her gaze went to her left, where there was a full-length mirror, watching his reflection as she bit her lower lip.
Seeing his wife watching him undress in the mirror was incredibly arousing, and Castle thanked whoever's idea it had been to put that kind of mirror there. He wasn't too surprised when she turned to him when he was done, reaching out and taking a hold of his erection, stroking it a few times as he had to lean his knees against the side of the tub for support lest he fall gracelessly into the water. "Love…" he nearly hissed at her as she gently tugged at him.
"Come into the tub," Beckett said, moving to go to the other side of it as he immediately stepped in. She waited for him to settle back as she'd been sitting before he'd come into the room, and then got on his lap, throwing her arms around him. As she kissed him, she ran her hand over the back of his head, fighting carefully with his tongue before they went into her mouth together. When she had to breathe, she pulled back and cupped his cheeks in her hands, about to kiss him again when he stopped her. "What's wrong?" she asked, a little surprised.
"Turn around, get on your knees," Castle said, not commanding her but requesting.
Beckett knew right away what he wanted to do, so she turned around for him, and pushing her hair back waited for him to take the showerhead attachment in hand before he ran the water over her. She shivered as the first drops slid down her back, and his hand followed them. When he turned off the water, she looked over her shoulder at him and said, "If we go swimming again tomorrow-"
"I'll do the same thing," Castle said simply as he sat up on his knees behind her, starting to rub the shampoo she had brought through her darkened hair. "Unless you have a problem with that?"
Not replying to that, Beckett concentrated on the feel of his fingers over her scalp, and she was so preoccupied she abruptly felt the fingers of his other hand sliding down her mound. "Hmm, so you just wanted to distract me?" she asked, leaning back against him as he moved his hand away from her head.
"I just wanted to have the chance to do this," Castle murmured simply before he began to rinse off her hair. He ran his fingers after the water yet again, and at the ends of them, he ran the very tips of his fingers over her damp skin. Leaning over, he kissed her shoulder, flicking his tongue out to gather the liquid on it before pulling back. "So I don't think you would have a problem with me doing this tomorrow would you?" he whispered as he kissed the shell of her ear.
Looking over her shoulder, Beckett reached back and brushed her fingertips over his lips saying, "You already knew when you asked."
"Of course," Castle commented simply before he finished with her hair after applying conditioner and taking a considerable amount of time running his fingers through her locks again. When he had finished, he helped her turn around to him and getting a washcloth wet and lathered with soap he proceeded to wash her body from head to toe until she stood up in front of him.
During that, Beckett felt as if her senses were heightened, and every touch of his fingers as he washed her abdomen thoroughly seemed to echo inside of her. She was heavily aroused as he ran his fingers with the water to rinse her off, and she ran her fingers through his hair as he pressed his cheek to her stomach. When he'd washed her feet last; kissing the tops of them when he'd finished; she got down on her knees once more, wrapping her arms around him before kissing him hungrily. With him distracted, she managed to get the still soapy washcloth out of his hand and began to rub it over his back.
Jumping slightly away from her, Castle felt another pass of soap over his skin, and he let go of her to allow her to begin to rub his flesh slowly. He was breathing hard as she washed him from the waist up, then he took the washcloth before she could go lower, and tossed it aside. Staring into each other's eyes, they leaned into one another and he kissed her deeply while he cupped her cheeks in his hands. Their lips crushed together and he tilted his head back and forth as she was so eager in his arms. He reached down into the water and gently touched her clit, feeling how swollen it was already. "Should we go?" he asked, waiting for her response.
"I think we're fine where we are," Beckett said with a smile, leaning over and brushing her lips against his. When she had pulled away, she let him help her straddle his lap as she raised herself above him. Kissing him again like before, she lowered herself, breathing in a gasp before their hips met. Going so slowly she felt the shivers of pleasure that snapped through her body and she paused, not sure what he wanted; if it was the same as her. "I want to fuck you Rick," she whispered to him, cupping his face in her hands and looking into his eyes.
"Oh thank god, I wanted to do the same to you," Castle breathed out in relief as he let his hands span the small of her back. He was startled when instead of starting though; she leaned over and whispered into his ear, "You'll have your chance after." Leaning his head back far enough to be able to see her face, he was startled when his wife's expression was serious, and he couldn't stop himself, bringing her to him for a hungry kiss that seemed to last forever. He never knew which of them had started, but soon they were moving together, thrusting roughly right away as they brushed their hands over the backs of each other's heads repeatedly before they were stopping and moving apart enough to catch their breaths.
Beckett, looking at her husband intently, carefully moved against him, making an upward motion with her hips that nearly had her gasping for air again. The motion made her brush her clit against his skin, and she tightened her grip on her husband as he slid his hands then to her waist, watching her. She leaned down to press her lips against the top of his head which made him tilt his head back. She suddenly stopped, her body screaming to her not to do that; which she ignored though not without difficulty; and told him, "How?"
"What?" Castle asked, startled as he hadn't been expecting that at all.
"Which way do you want me to move?" Beckett inquired again. "Like this," she told him, rocking against him. "Or this," she said, breathing a little heavier as she moved her body up and down on him, feeling his erection sliding easily against her sex. "Or this," she nearly whispered as she rolled her hips against him.
Castle, studying her as she'd done that, took her hips and made her roll them, groaning in pleasure before she took up the rhythm she'd had before stopping, and he was hurrying to catch up to her. The difference in the ways their bodies were moving that way led him to feel that in his length, and his reaction to that was quick to manifest itself into a quick burst of what he could only describe as unadulterated electricity. As he took her breasts with her encouragement, he focused everything on what she felt like around him. She was tight, very wet with arousal, and moving; always moving. That last one meant the friction between them was intense as they had easily gotten to fucking again, and he was almost too eager with her breasts. She hissed, and he felt horrible, as he'd discovered the morning before they were beginning to grow tender. So he quickly pulled away and brushed the lightest kisses he possibly could over the mounds, murmuring his apology before she made him stop.
Beckett wondered how he could find the wherewithal to apologize while they were busy making love as roughly as they were with each other by then. But as she tilted his head up to hers, it meant a great deal to her that he hadn't ignored her discomfort since discovering it. She cupped the back of his neck, gently fingering the edge of his hair and feeling him shuddering against her. She wasn't sure why, but the sound of the water against the sides of the tub reached her ears for the first time, and she moved away to look down and watch it moving. She felt her husband's lips against her cheek and she bit her lower lip as she turned to him, feeling at the same time his hands come up on her back to press her close. As they kissed, her attention was further taken by what they were doing to her body together, it was pleasure, in the form of heat from the friction between them, and it was rising in her form, mingling with every other satisfaction she felt, all over her. It was a fire, she was on fire, and as she kissed him back roughly the echoing waves from where they were coupled were making her sweat lightly, making her moan against Castle's mouth, making her move away from him in the middle of their kiss, wanting to see him and not just feel him suddenly.
Following the direction his wife's gaze went, Castle was a little surprised that she was looking straight down between them, wondering what she was seeing. But as he reached down to touch her clit; he was startled when she rushed his hand down the rest of the way to it. Her whispered command to him to play with the swollen nub had him shuddering hard once before he set himself to the task. He flicked his first two fingertips against it, and then used the pads of both fingers to rub in a circle around it slowly before she suddenly leaned back. Looking up to watch her, he was distracted by the way she was moving herself, her hands on his thighs. She was arching her back with her thrusts, and though she was moaning heavily in response to the change in the position what she felt with the way his length was in her, he felt himself becoming even more aroused as she still had her eyes on where they were coupled, where his hand was idly touching her. He tried to put the pleasure roaring through him out of his mind, and went back to fondling the apex of her mound.
Breathing heavily as his fingertips were slowly stroking her, Beckett knew she wasn't going to last for much longer, the shocks of heat shooting through her manifesting into throbbing around his erection almost making her feel oversensitive. Though she didn't want to, she made herself sit up, and she fell a little into Castle, kissing her husband eagerly as he was quick to wrap his arms around her, running them over her skin before she moved away from him, crying out his name repeatedly as she tensed up for a brief moment. Her nails in his shoulders, she could feel her husband following her with his own climax, and with the added sensation of that, she was abruptly thrown into another, barely before the first finished, making her clutch at him so tightly that she was afraid she was going to stop breathing. But somewhere in the back of her mind, she had to wonder if it was such a bad way to suffocate, feeling the rushing of her blood through her, her throbbing sex around him and pure ecstasy coiling all through her for so long she didn't even realize she was crying out to her husband, begging him; though he heard clearly.
Castle was a little startled to hear what his wife was saying, but at the same time it heightened his arousal, even as he had reached the pinnacle of it. He heard her begging him to fuck her to make her come though he had already done that; and apparently twice; and he nearly followed her to a second peak before he was slowly coming down. Beckett had already done so; slumped against him breathing heavily as he stroked her still wet hair. "Okay?" he asked when he felt stronger.
"Yeah, you?" Beckett asked, finally able to raise her head to look at him. She didn't let him answer, instead kissed him deeply, both of them letting that linger. As they were frantically tilting their heads back and forth, she was startled to feel the faint stirrings of arousal in her already, but put it out of her mind as they took a few breaths of air before he was suddenly laughing. "What?" she asked her husband, startled at that and how that felt with him still inside her, shaking as he was.
"You were begging me you know," Castle told her. When she looked at him in confusion he said, "You don't know what you said?" At her slight shake of her head he couldn't help grin saying, "Wow, you should have heard yourself love." He then reached up and rubbed his thumb over her swollen lower lip and told her, "You have sweet lips, but a very, very naughty tongue."
It was Beckett's turn to smile as she said mockingly, "Naughty? A little juvenile to describe it as that."
"I wasn't the one begging me to fuck their pussy so-" Castle started to say before she covered his mouth. "What, you don't like saying that?"
"I didn't want to hear you say it," Beckett said. She couldn't help laugh when he looked confused at that and told him, "Not when we're like this. Next time you are fucking me, feel free to sound like porn."
"Doesn't work with you Kate," Castle said as he leaned against the back of the tub then, running his hands up and down her sides. He studied her and said, "Yeah, you can be rough, but not that far."
Sighing, Beckett replied, "We should get out, my skin is getting wrinkled."
"Mine isn't, and it's soaked," Castle joked. At her look he helped her off him with a slight wince and followed her out, trying to hurry to get a towel first which he just managed to do. Turning to her, he carefully started drying her off, starting at her abdomen as she smirked a little at him.
"I knew you were going to do that," Beckett teased him after he'd pressed his lips above their baby a few times. She was surprised when he didn't respond to that, looking serious as he worked his way over her body with the towel very carefully and deliberately until he was finally at her feet. She grabbed another towel and began to dry her hair, saying, "I would have done that for you," as her husband was drying himself off.
"It's alright," Castle said quickly before wrapping the towel around his waist. "Better you get dried off…"
"And what is causing this exactly Mr. Castle?" Beckett asked him as she went to him since he was having a hard time closing the towel around himself.
"Well, you were an investigator, I'm sure you could figure it out," he replied simply. He felt a rush of love for her when she looked at him with a raised eyebrow before she forced him to let go of the towel. Watching her regarding his; what felt like; sudden erection, Castle couldn't wait anymore, and he picked her up as well as a towel before carrying her out to the desk.
"Castle the bed-" Beckett started to say before he was tossing the towel on it and then placing her on top of that. She looked up at him before he was suddenly crushing her lips with his own. She forgot her protest against making love there, since he'd thought to bring the towel along, and she instead spread her legs as he placed his hands on her knees. Fighting with his tongue in her mouth, she wrapped her arms around his neck and stroked it a few times before it felt like he was abruptly pulling away from him. "You-" she started to say.
Kissing her to cut her off, Castle made it gentle and a little quick before he went back to what he'd ended the previous kiss for. Brushing his lips over her breasts gently, he was relieved when a soft moan escaped her mouth and lingered there doing that repeatedly a few times, until he realized that his wife was moving a little on the desktop. Pulling back to watch her, he saw that Beckett had her legs crossed tightly and he moved to spread them apart. "So what exactly is the meaning of this Ms. Beckett," he teased her.
Pressing her lips together as she was struggling not to smile but at the same time was still feeling arousal course through her form from his touch, Beckett said, "You need to find that out, now."
The firm tone of her voice on the word now spurred Castle into action, and he got on his knees, bringing her all the way to the edge of the desk for better access. He could see very well how much she had become aroused, and was relieved that they were both even in that. He had planned to pleasure her to orgasm, but something changed, and instead he went to her clit, lapping a little at it with the very tip of his tongue a few times before pulling it away. He proceeded to lick and everywhere he could, soon having the direction of his wife to help him along. When he felt he had done enough, he got up and standing, leaned over so he could brace himself with one hand against the wall next to the mirror since he was a little too tall. He slammed into her, nearly knocking her back against the wall, luckily having his free hand to hold her in place before that happened.
"Oh! Oh Rick… please fuck me, I want to feel you… yes, fucking me!" Beckett cried out in complete joy as he was getting deep inside of her. She had to angle her hips a little strangely to compensate for his height compared to the desk, but it made him move inside her at an angle, and the results of that were making the friction rough and feel different. She was moving with him, holding onto him as she had her arms reaching up over his shoulders to have a little leverage. She was feeling her clit being smashed between them as he came down into her, and that feeling of being on fire was filling her, making her cry out and rake her nails over his skin. For some reason, things were a lot more intense than their time in the tub, and she couldn't say why exactly why, but decided, as he leaned down to kiss her, that it didn't really matter. All that did was that he was deep and almost harsh within her, and she only wanted more.
Trying not to scratch at the wall with his nails, Castle kept his eyes on his wife, drinking in the sight of her moving so readily with him. He then noticed the way she was trying to move her hips and could tell that she was trying to get him further inside of her. He shuddered in pleasure as he thought of how that would feel, and he leaned down enough to murmur against her lips, "Wrap your legs around me my love, tight."
Breathing roughly, Beckett did as he asked and a short cry slipped out into the space between them; what little there was between them; and she arched her back so they were soon kissing before she murmured, "I can feel you, Rick… your cock is… is so deep." She looked at him, seeing the flare of desire in his eyes though she thought that couldn't be possible, but it gave her a sense of satisfaction though since she usually held back using anything too rough in her language. She ran her hands over the back of his neck since she could reach it, caressing him slowly, carefully there as he jerked harder against her. She worked to match that rhythm and somehow managed to do it. She took her husband's kiss eagerly, working with his tongue to get inside her mouth before she pushed back against him. They were soon fighting with that, and she let him think he was winning before she fought back and there was no resolution as to who had control when they were moving apart from one another to breathe. She looked at him, stroking his cheek, and when he started to kiss her palm she shivered, her legs tightening around him and bringing him further in her.
Watching Beckett's reaction to that, the way her head tilted back and exposed her neck to him was the one that stood out most to him, and he was quick to lean down, kissing at her skin. He paused when he reached her pulse, and nibbled on it before he proceeded to suck, feeling her nails scratching at him in response, her heartbeat racing under his lips. He pulled back before he could make another bruise and brushing his lips against hers, wasn't too surprised when they were quickly embroiled in another kiss at her instigation. His head was literally spinning, as she was suddenly beating out their rhythm against him; her heels digging into his ass. Feeling that, it was swift to mingle with the pleasure she provided enveloping his erection in her deeply, along with her holding onto him, switching between scratching him, and also digging her fingers into his skin as well. The small bursts of electricity were rushing in him, from head to toe, making him wonder how he was still able to stand everything she was giving him. He suddenly wanted to push her over the edge, and he moved to her lips so his were brushing against hers. He was able to talk and he murmured something into her ear, not too surprised when she tensed up for a brief second in response.
Nibbling on her lower lip, Beckett looked at her husband with wide eyes before she said, "You… want me to…" But when she looked into his eyes, she saw he was serious, but also looking at her intently with some adoration in there as well. "Yes… yes, I want you again! Just… make me come now love, I'm going to come!" His response to that was to hold her hips, angling them in just the right way, and suddenly he was ramming into her and simultaneously hitting her clit exactly to get her to lose it. Her ecstasy was harsh but satisfying, making her cry out and almost scream her husband's name repeatedly before she heard her name on his lips. And when she heard him telling her how good she felt in very exact wording, she felt as if her skin was on fire more than it already did. She stroked his back and the back of his head, holding him tightly to her when they began to slow down, though he was the last of them to stop, moving rapidly twice before abruptly ceasing his movements. "Can you move?" she managed to ask as the room was filled with the sound of the night along with their heavy breathing.
"Give me a minute," Castle said, leaning against her. Finally when he felt he was ready, he pulled away from her and then helped her down, taking the towel to try and toss it towards the bathroom before he joined her on the bed. "I love you Kate," he said, cupping her cheek before they lay down.
Kissing his thumb that was rubbing against her lower lip, Beckett smiled and replied, "I know, I could feel that love all night. It was… amazing."
"Vixen," Castle breathed to her teasingly. When she glared at him he was quick to lay her on the bed and began tickling her sides, making her start laughing before she reached between them and grasped his length. "Ah… wait, wait…" he said as he was quick to pull her hand away. "I don't know if you're up to anything else."
Beckett was going to reply that she was, but the fatigue that seemed to be with her more often than not lately was making it impossible to ignore and she sighed saying, "I thought I could but… We'll have tomorrow."
"What we'll have," Castle said as he helped her lay down and got the bed sheet and thin comforter over their bodies. "Is a day out and we'll see what happens."
"No planning?" Beckett asked with a smile since he didn't always like doing that.
"Unless you want it," Castle commented.
Smiling a little wider, Becket kissed him deeply and they became a little heavily involved before she managed to break away. "We'll let it happen if we want to," she told him, not surprised when he looked at her, since they both knew already they did. She cupped his cheek and whispered, "I love you Rick."
Castle leaned down and took her lips, but that time it was a gentle kiss, and not that long before he pulled away, reaching over to turn off the light on the nightstand since that was the last one left on. He held her close, kissing her temple as she relaxed, and he let himself do the same, falling asleep around the same time she did, hoping she was as satiated as he was nodding off.
A little unsure of why the room was so bright through the curtains, Castle then realized that it was morning as he stopped blinking his eyes, or near it as he had no idea what time it was. Raising his head, he saw that Beckett was on her back, her right arm above her head, and her left hand over her stomach. It was then he realized his arousal wasn't really a leftover sensation from his dream; he was feeling a great deal of desire as he let his eyes roam her body; what he could see of it. Moving to lay on top of her after pulling down the covers from her, he was careful to move his wife's hand off her stomach, watching to see if she woke up.
When Beckett didn't even move, he felt a rush of excitement at the idea he had, hoping it would work out that time. Very carefully, he spread her legs, and with them apart, he slid into her, slowly, extremely slowly as he didn't want to risk waking her up as he ended up doing the previous times he'd tried making love to her when she was asleep. Luckily his wife was aroused already at his quick check when he'd spread her legs, and he was soon stopping, breathing out heavily as she was incredibly wet around him. Not sure if it was going to work, Castle thrust once, carefully and deliberately, biting his lower lip to try and hold back his groan of pleasure though that was impossible. Luckily it was muffled, and he proceeded to make love to her, his eyes never leaving her to make sure he saw the instant that she was awake.
Beckett came out of her dream of her husband to discover that he was on top of her, thrusting inside of her and she tilted her head back, crying out as the sensation of him moving inside of her was quick to reach her. She wasn't surprised when he kissed her, and she wrapped her arms around him as she wrapped her legs around her waist. "You…" she breathed out, trying to ask him when he'd pulled away from her.
"I had to, you deserve to be worshiped Kate," Castle told her before he kissed her deeply, wanting her to be focused on what he was doing to her. He was startled at what he'd said though since he'd spoken it in his dream as he'd been taking her in it, but guessed he'd wanted to say it aloud.
The two made love very slowly, taking the time to feel each other, caressing one another and kissing when they pleased, until everything culminated in their nearly mutual climax. Then they were holding on to each other tightly, trying to withstand the fulfillment of their efforts, and they were disappointed when they stopped moving, laying on their sides so they wouldn't have to part.
"You seem to be insatiable," Castle told her after they'd calmed down a little, kissing her fingertips that were brushing over his lips.
"So do you," Beckett shot back, smirking as he raised and lowered his eyebrows a few times. "I think if that's the case, better we're together."
"Of course," Castle said, sighing as she pulled away from him slowly and then sat up. He followed her and ran his fingers through her hair after her own, careful since it was tangled in some places. "So, feel like anything for breakfast?"
"Are you hungry?" Beckett asked, stretching her arms above her head as she watched her husband staring at her, the look in his eyes changing rapidly. "Because I'm starving." When he looked at her with a slightly startled expression on his face she smiled as seductively as she knew how telling him, "Not for food though love… not yet," her hand curling around his length that was visibly beginning to stir as he'd been watching her body.
"Neither am I," Castle said taking her hands and lacing their fingers together before he laid his wife down on her pillow, kissing her deeply before he let her go.
As Beckett wrapped her arms around Castle's neck, their kiss turned into many, and they worked each other up again. Once he was back inside her, they were making love again, taking advantage of the fact that they wanted one another so badly and that they could come together. They forgot about their plans they'd made for that day, but what was more than enough compensation to them was each other. With that they let everything fade away until their world was just one another on that large, very comfortable bed, driving each other to what heights of pleasure they could manage, enjoying every last minute of it as they did so; knowing that was a part of what made them so good together and why they were so deeply in love as they could feel it so easily.