To clarify, I was referring to this story-line, the "Probable Cause" scenes I had written, when I said I was going to do one more. Neither series is over yet, don't worry.
They're all over each other the second she closes the door. He seems to have an affinity for pushing her up against doors – not that she minds. He hoists her up against he door, his leg firmly but gently moving up between her legs, eliciting a sharp gasp from her as they squeeze around his thigh – she didn't tell them to do that; that was their idea.
She wet, he knows, she's dripping through his pants, practically burning his skin and he loves it. His lips and tongue are everywhere, from her throat to her jaw.
She growls in frustration as her hands fumble with his shirt buttons. Once she's carelessly thrown the clothing aside, she moves onto his pesky belt. There should be a law against him wearing clothes. She should just be able to take him whenever she wants. She is not thinking rational thoughts right now.
She doesn't care. These thoughts are so much better when they're of Castle and the way he feels pressed against her, the way he smells, the way he looks as he watches her humping his leg, and the way he sounds, panting, breathless with want.
"Castle," she sighs as she humps his leg.
Her eyes are with his as she brings herself to the brink. He knows that she's close and he eggs her on, moving his leg back and forth at just the right angle, in just the right way while also opening the buttons of her shirt and pushing the fabric apart so he can access her chest, her fucking perfect breasts.
She comes when he sucks her nipple.
He stares up at her in awe, skin slick with sweat. He acts like such an immature little boy with everyone else so much of the time, but behind closed doors, he can be the exact opposite. It is in these moments that he proves to her that he is all man. No man has ever looked at her with the intensity that he does, the way he's looking at her right now – such intensity - she wants to kiss him, she wants him inside her.
Once she gets her breath back, he puts his hand around her nape and presses his large, soft, kissable lips against hers, massaging her tongue with his own languidly.
"Oh, Castle."
He stops to look at her again with those intense fucking eyes piercing right through her and then, carries her into the bedroom..
He peels her jeans down her legs with his teeth. It's only been three days. Three days since he touched her like this.
It feels like an eternity.
THe rest of their clothes are quickly strewn across the floor.
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"I love you so much, Castle."
The expression on his face changes, softened by surprise, and then the burst of feeling in his gaze.
He drops back onto her, the brutal encounter of skins making her shudder, and kisses her ear, her jaw, her neck. Her mouth.
HEr leg hooks around his thigh as she presses herself against his dick.
"God, I thought I was going to lose you," she whispers.
He pauses and pushes himself up on his forearms, meeting her gaze. "I thought I was gonna lose you."
At first she is confused; she wasn't faced with lifetime inprisonment; but then she realises what he means. 3xk.
"Not an uncommon occurrence," she points out.
He looks into her eyes, his so dark, so serious, so intense, and he leans in close, brushes his lips to her cheekbone.
"Yeah, but before I used to have to go home and have nightmares about you dying," he murmurs.
Her heart nearly bursts.
Oh.
He's right. This is the first time they've had I-nearly-died sex since the night they got together. This time, it's combined with I-nearly-went-to-prison sex.
Her hand closes around his erection again.
He growls, the sound so threatening and delicious against her skin, and he kisses her roughly, more teeth than tongue, his body hard and heavy and everything she wants.
"I'm not losing you," he tells her, fucking her.
"I'm not – hmm. God-Damn it, Castle, so good – I'm not going anywhere."
He takes his fingers back, replacing them with his mouth, making her come again.
When she can feel again, he's right there, so hard, pressing against her. She bites her lip, unable to look away, her eyes trapped in the intensity of his.
"It scares me how much I love you," he says.
He rolls his hips against her, slowly, the tip of him sliding over her wet, sensitized flesh; she gasps.
She uses her combat training to flip him over and he gasps in surprise but she's already on top, straddling, looking down at his naked body and she wants all of him now.
Instead, she takes her time with him, like he took his time with her, spreading devoted, loving open-mouthed kisses down his jawline, to the base of his throat, to his clavicle, to his shoulders, down his chest.
His muscles bunch as she makes her way further down. She stops just after his naval, grinning up at him, and rises up again, slowly lowering herself down onto him.