A/N: Oh, well. This story is officially rated M now. I know while some of you are jumping up and down with joy right now, others weren't so thrilled about going M when I asked you back in chapter 12. I really tried to weasel my way around the explicit stuff in chapter 13, but now my muse forced me to write this and well here it is. It's definitely M. Not oh-my-god-I'll-be-scarred-for-life kind of smut, but smut nonetheless.
And yes, I know I could post the M chapters separately, but I don't think I will, okay? Unless more than 10 people request it. Or maybe 5. XD
If you don't feel comfortable reading mature scenes, just skip the middle part of this chapter. You can read everything before and after these dash line thingies (Not the author's notes. Come on, you know what I mean...). There's nothing (much) sexual going on before or after those lines.
Also, this might be OOC, especially for Kate. Bear with me. Blame it on the Old Haunt cocktail she had. Or on the fact that this is called fiction for a reason.
To everyone who loves sexy fluffiness or fluffy sexiness - Enjoy! :)
Kate Beckett was home by 11:45 and in bed by 11:50. She rolled around in her sheets, trying very hard not to inhale their smell, the one that reminded her entirely too much of Rick and made her body tingle in all the right places. She tossed and turned for a while, but couldn't get comfortable. After what seemed like an eternity she looked at the clock in defeat. It was only 6 minutes after midnight. This was going to be a long night.
She knew what it was that made her so restless and for once in a very long time it had nothing to do with a case. She also knew that she had to do something about it or she wouldn't be able to sleep at all. The Captain had ordered her to stay at home until 8 in the morning and that meant it was still another 7 hours until she had to get up.
By 12:17 she had caught herself, twice actually, seriously debating reaching under her bed to find out whether something with batteries would be able to bring her enough satisfaction to finally succumb to sleep. She kept reminding herself that she didn't need anything or anyone in order to fall asleep, but she also had to admit that nothing and no one had ever been as good as Rick Castle.
At half past twelve she couldn't take it anymore and got out of bed. She paced around her bedroom for another two minutes, then headed to the kitchen, got herself a glass of water and sat down at her kitchen table. She gulped down the water and sighed. After another 5 minutes she had enough pent up sexual frustration inside her to explode.
She breathed in deeply and slowly released the warm air. Then she got up, left her glass in the sink and went to put some clothes on.
At exactly 1 o clock in the morning she knocked on Castle's door. She knew that the chances were slim to non-existent that he would be home or still awake, let alone hear her silent knock, but she had to try. She had to feel his hands on her now, to hell with the consequences.
The door opened just when she raised her hand to knock a second time. A discomposed Rick looked at her with no small amount of surprise, still in his shirt and pants from the day, but barefoot. "Uh…Hi" he said and swallowed hard at the undisguised lust in her eyes and the blistering heat that seemed to be radiating from her body.
"Are you alone?" she heard herself say as if from a distance, her voice throaty and urgent. He barely managed to get out a trembling "Yes" before her mouth crashed down on his. His fingers roughly found her soft hair as he pressed her lips even closer. She pushed him into the apartment with her entire body tightly squeezed to his and kicked at the door with her heel. His first two buttons were already undone when it fell in place behind her.
Her hands seemed to be everywhere at once, an eager frenzy driving her, inflaming the blood in their veins. He was a little shocked at her surprising nocturnal visit and her aggressiveness, but now was not the time for questions. He nudged her backwards with a tight grip on her hips until her back hit the door.
She took his lower lip between her teeth and he moaned while she freed him from the confines of his shirt. He hissed at the exquisite pain of her nails dragging across his bare skin and they separated long enough for him to pull her shirt over her head. Their mouths connected again, tongues dueling, teeth clashing. He dragged his palms roughly down her chest and stomach, her skin already burning under his touch.
When they parted for breath he took the opportunity to slide the straps of her bra down her shoulders with his teeth, his arms encircling her waist and gliding upwards on her soft flesh. He found the back clasp and, breathing heavily onto her neck, opened it without fumbling. She distantly wondered how often he'd done this before in order to be so good at it. But then his mouth was on her breast and she stopped thinking entirely.
"I want you" he murmured in a low, incredibly arousing rasp against her hot skin.
"I need you" he added, even lower, barely more than a breathy moan. She cried out when his teeth closed around her nipple. He looked up at her face, his mouth still on her breast, one of his hands reaching around to unbutton her pants. Her hair was ruffled, flowed in thick waves around her bare shoulders, framing her beautiful face. Her eyes were closed in pleasure, her lips slightly parted, showing just the hint of a blissful smile. He'd never seen anything as arousing as this.
"Say something in Italian" he demanded as he unzipped her pants and dragged them down her endless legs, soothing her skin with his hands as he went, a delicious contrast against the roughness of his voice and the fabric of her jeans.
"Ti voglio…ti voglio bene" she breathed and it meant 'I want you', 'I need you' and 'I love you' all at once. In this instant, it didn't matter, because Kate's mind was far too clouded to realize what she'd just said and Rick didn't understand a word.
The sexiness of her voice, the suppleness of her skin beneath his hands, the way her tongue caressed the foreign syllables – it was enough to make him groan and lose control.
He leaned up to cover her mouth again, pouring all of his need and desire into this passionate kiss.
"Bed" she mumbled beneath his lips and he stepped back from her. Her eyes shot open when she immediately missed his warmth, his touch, him.
"Come back" she whispered and didn't care that it sounded almost like pleading. He did what she wanted and moved into her embrace again, smiling against her mouth when she sighed happily. With more strength than she'd expected from him he lifted her up and her legs encircled his waist, holding on to him and keeping him close. His arms supported her weight below her bottom and he took some cautious steps to make sure she was secured in his hold. Then he slowly carried her up the stairs, one step at a time.
"Good boy" she murmured approvingly when he gently let her down at the top.
He arched an eyebrow. "Boy?"
She chuckled and captured his mouth in a breathtaking kiss. "Prove to me that you're a man" she teased hoarsely and then squealed when he lifted her up again, bridal style this time, to carry her into his bedroom. When they had just crossed the threshold of his door she arched her head to nibble on his ear and mercilessly lick and suck on his neck until he couldn't take it anymore. When he finally reached his bed he gladly laid her down, for he wasn't sure he'd be able to sustain an upright position anymore.
Kate gasped when he sunk down on top of her with his full weight, pressing her into the luxurious satin, enveloping her in a searing kiss. He then went on to devour the soft flesh where her shoulder joined her neck. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the pleasure he initiated by roaming her body with his fingers and palms.
"Rick" she moaned when he skimmed her most sensitive area through the fabric of her panties. He was sure his name had never sounded sexier.
He didn't keep his hands there but instead cupped her breast again and flicked his thumb against her nipple. During the next minutes, her sighs and gasps and moans filled the silence of the otherwise empty apartment.
When she was so close to the edge that she could see stars behind her closed lids, she opened them and caught his restless hands in hers. "You…overdressed" she mumbled against his delicious lips and moved their joined hands to his pants. When he'd been freed from the painfully restricting garments, only her simple panties and the perspiration that dampened their bodies separated them from each other.
"Definitely a man" he rumbled and ripped the last barrier down her legs.
When his fingers immediately found her clit she screamed and let her head fall back. He lingered motionless on that sweet spot for a second to drive her insane and then started rubbing alluring circles. When she grabbed his hair and pulled him up for a fiery kiss, he slid a finger into her wetness. Her body arched up to meet his touch and he added a second one. Then he sucked on her lip and pressed his thumb down on her clit.
She cried out when the sudden orgasm rippled through her with unknown force. Her body tightened beneath him and she clutched his upper arms, her nails digging forcefully into his skin. His fingers kept pumping into her until she relaxed into his embrace.
"Kate" he said gently, "Look at me".
He positioned himself at her entrance and when her darkened, sparkling eyes focused on his, he slowly slid into her. Her eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat at the feeling of her completely surrounding him. He tried to keep a slow, gentle pace but soon it wasn't enough for either of them. His hand found one of her knees and carefully nudged it aside, opening her a little more to him and changing the angle so that he hit a particularly sweet spot with his next thrust.
"More!" she groaned and he drove himself into her harder, faster and deeper than before. His strokes created a glorious friction and when his lips found hers he felt her inner muscles quiver around him. After one more thrust she burst again, taking him with her this time.
When they came back to their senses, Kate's damp hair stuck to her forehead and a satiated, complacent smile graced her features.
"Did that really just happen or did I drink more than I think I did?" Rick asked, still out of breath and too exhausted to completely open his eyelids. At first she just mumbled unintelligible things with her mouth against his skin, but then she languidly lifted her head.
"I don't think we can blame alcohol for this. At least not entirely" she murmured and smiled at him.
She rested her head back on Rick's shoulder. He hummed a content noise in return and wrapped an arm around her, holding her close. She didn't mind.
By 2 o' clock, Kate Beckett was fast asleep.
A/N: This is my first real M scene. Please tell me what you thought of it, even (or especially, actually) if you didn't like it. Please? *-* If I promise cookies?
