A/N: This, is for Kris0526.
He was touching her.
That's all that registered in her mind, he was hovering above her, his face inches away from hers. She could feel his warm, stuttering breaths across her face.
Her heart was racing as she screwed her eyes shut. Everything was intensified, she felt every move he made, felt every thought he had and moved with him.
His hands moved down her bare sides, caressing, worshipping her skin, stopping at her hip bone, his fingers digging into her, hard enough to make her gasp and her eyes fly open.
She could only see hair as she felt his breathe move down her throat, to her chest, pausing in between her breasts. He made a quiet sound, one she almost missed, but he didn't touch her, there at least.
His other hand snuck around her back, fingers splayed across her bare skin, now slick with sweat.
He was saying something, but she didn't know what, she couldn't hear him over the loud thud of her heart, the blood rushing in her ears.
She felt like she wasn't even here as he pressed some of his weight against her, pressing her into the mattress and her eyes couldn't help but fall shut again.
Her mouth was open, but no sound came out, she could only communicate with the short, ragged breaths that came from her lips. Her head rolled to the side as he pressed his lips against her skin, moving ever so gently over her stomach, pausing for a minute to trail his finger down her side where her surgery scar stood out against her pale skin, she felt him murmur something against it, kiss it before moving up the scar between her breasts and doing the same.
His hand moved from her hip and caught her left hand, interlacing their fingers and raising it above their heads, pressing her closer to him with the hand on her back.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, keeping him where he was. He was taking his time, worshipping her body, going slow so she would feel comfortable, she knew that, but this was a tease and she didn't know just how much more she could take.
She opened her eyes and found him staring at her, with those bright blue eyes a whole fifty shades darker and the words she wanted to say died on her lips.
But he knew, he always knew and he came to her, pressing his lips against hers. She opened her mouth to him, moaning softly as she felt his mouth open with hers, sliding over hers.
Her arms found their way around his neck, holding him tightly against her. It was everything she wanted, to feel him in this way that she had only imagined for so long and now they were here, linked in every way possible, moving together, sharing equal passion.
He mumbled something against her lips again, the same thing he had been mumbling from the beginning, but she had been so caught up in the feel of him to listen. But this time she didn't miss it, the soft, but sincere declaration of his feelings, mumbled against her skin, against her lips.
I love you.
She gasped as he ground against her.
I love you too.
Her eyes flew open and she sat up in bed. She looked at the clock, it was only a little after 12, pretty early for them to be in bed, but their news friend had worn them out. Her leg pain had kicked in a little after dinner and Castle made her she took her pills, but unfortunately for her, they were the kind to knock you out.
She remembered she had fallen asleep on him on the couch, he must've carried her to bed and - she checked herself – changed her clothes.
She pressed her palm against her sweaty forehead and registered the throbbing feeling settled between her legs that was a result of her dream, which had her shifting uncomfortably. It wasn't the first time for sure, but all the other times she had imagined had been quick, frantic and rough, no declarations of love pressed against each inch of her body. In those dreams there were no words, just the frantic connection of two lovers that have held out for too long.
This time, it was slow, careful, torturous, but in a good way. She could still feel him touching her, still feel his lips against her neck, sighing in content. She could still feel his arousal pressed up against her thigh as he snaked his hand underneath her shirt and oh –
This wasn't a dream.
He was there, pressed up against her, his lips sliding over her jaw, drawing out soft sighs from her lips as she felt the sensations course through her body and settle unapologetically between her legs. His hand moved up under her shirt, drawing it up with him, his hand moving slowly, roughly over her skin, leaving a trail of fire in its path.
The feel of him pressed up against her had her wondering, did he have a dream too? He shifted slightly then, rubbing himself against her and her mouth fell open on a moan, her head falling back against the pillows.
His nose nudged her cheek, seeking out her attention. She turned to him, staring into the same blue eyes she saw in her dream and the throbbing between her legs intensified.
She rolled onto her side, her hands pressing against his chest, studying the soft planes of his chest being covered by his T-Shirt.
She let her hand move south, watching his face when he realized what she was doing. His eyes widened and his lips parted, she couldn't help but smile at his reaction, until she felt his hand trapping hers low on his abdomen.
"Kate what are you – "He trailed off, his voice low, glancing down between them and back up to her face, confusion and lust clear in his eyes.
She pulled her lower lip between her teeth "Just let me."
His eyes widened and she could feel his heart speed up under the hand she still hand pressed against his chest.
"Are you sure Kate, we don't have to –" He shook his head, still holding onto her hand, his thumb making little circles on the back of it.
She nodded, "We're not."
He looked at her, confused, "But you –"
She cut him off with a soft kiss to his lips, pulling away and smiling shyly at him.
"We're not," She repeated, "I am."
She pried her hand out of his loose hand and continued on her journey, never breaking eye contact with him.
She couldn't give him what he wanted just yet, she was getting there, but she knew he wouldn't push her. But she could give him something.
She watched him gasp as she dipped her fingers under the waistband of his boxers and sought him out. Her fingers found him and grasped him tightly.
"Kate you don't have to." He choked out.
She kissed him again, "I want to."
She gave him a squeeze, which was met with a soft moan and a thrust into her hands.
She slid her thumb over his tip, teasing him, enjoying the soft sounds that were falling from his lips. His hands came up to tangle in her hair and pulled her to him, kissing her hard as she began to pump him slowly.
He groaned as she bit his lip and moved her hand in a steady, slow motion. She could tell it was driving him crazy by the frantic way he was kissing her, in tune to the rhythm her hand had set up in his underwear.
He rolled his hips into her hand and she couldn't help but roll him over, without breaking the contact of their lips so she was now straddling him. She moved down to his neck, placing wet kisses against him, pausing in her hand movement to suck on that spot on his neck that she knew turned him to mush.
His hands were pressing into her back, gripping her tightly as the pleasure ripped through him with every nip of her teeth against his shoulder, every kiss against his chest and he couldn't help but thrust into her hands again.
"Kate, please – "He begged, he needed her to move her hand.
This isn't exactly how she wanted the first time she took him to the edge and over to be, but in the moment she knew this was what he needed, what she needed.
She pressed herself against him and continued pumping him, moving faster, meeting each thrust. She swallowed his moans as she slid her mouth over his.
Her hand picked up speed, spurred on by the erotic sounds at the back of his throat, the way his hands clutched at her so desperately, begging for more. The fact that she had this power over him, the power to turn him into a mumbling mess, to have him writhing wildly underneath her made her even more frantic in her actions.
She gripped him tighter and pumped faster, her hand slipping around the wetness they had created. He broke away from her lips, panting heavily, his fingers digging into her lower back, his feet thrashing. He threw his head back, moaning loudly.
He arched his back off of the bed, aching for more.
"Faster." He gasped, sweat dripping off his forehead.
His hand found their home, tangled in her hair, tugging him down to her, resting her head and against his. He kept his eyes closed, his breathing ragged and quick. She kept her eyes open, watching, waiting for the first time she would take him to bliss.
He plead with her, begging her to move faster, grip him tighter and she did, ready to give him what he needed, like he always gave her what she needed.
She could tell he was close, by the way his eyes were screwed shut. His breathing came in broken gasps and he was thrusting wildly. She moved faster, watching him as he lost control.
He pulled her down, covering his lips with hers as he came into her hand. He screamed out her name into her mouth as his body jerked underneath her. She continued to pump him, sliding her lips lazily over his until he came down.
His body calmed after a while and she released him, removing her hands from his pants. He wrapped his arms around her back and flipped her so he was hovering over her. He opened his eyes, his dark, wide, dazed eyes and smiled down at her.
He didn't say anything and neither did she as he crushed their lips together. She dragged her nails down his back as he kissed her, letting herself get lost in the intoxicating taste of him and then he was pulling away.
"You're amazing." He whispered, not able to completely find his voice just yet.
"That was amazing." He said again, smiling down at her with that big goofy smile that made her cheeks red.
He leaned down and pressed a light kiss to her lips again.
"Yea?" She spoke, suddenly feeling nervous.
"Definitely." He assured her.
"Good, I'm glad." She ducked her head.
It was silent for a while after that, just the sounds of them trying to control their breathing filling the room.
"You were dreaming about me weren't you?" He said into the silence.
"What? No!" She swatted his chest, feeling a bit embarrassed.
He laughed and she glared at him.
"It's okay, I dream about you too." He said, kissing her forehead.
"Really?"
"Was that ever a secret Kate?" He arched an eyebrow.
Now she had to laugh, "No."
They fell quiet again again, Castle letting some of his weight settle against her.
"I'm getting there Castle." She whispered.
"Where?"
"Where I need to be to give you all of me." She said, staring into his eyes.
"Whenever you're ready Kate, I'll take whatever you can give me." He smiled, "Because I love you." He repeated to words she so loved to hear.
She grinned and pulled him down to her, wrapped her arms around him, kissing him deeply.
She felt the mattress shift slightly beside her and she reluctantly broke away from him to see what it was. Sure enough, two dark brown eyes stared back at her, and then she felt a wet feeling against her cheek, followed by a bark.
He groaned and rolled off of her.
"But when that time comes," She rolled to face him as the dog covered his face is dog kisses, "Please close the door."
End A/N: I apologize for mistakes, I'm too damn lazy.