Here's chater 29! I'd hoped to have it up before the stroke of midnight, but I was actually spending a sedate NYE in and was watching Castle episodes, so it didn't really work out. But it was fun!
So now I have a New Year's present for everyone...my second longest chapter! I didn't intend for it to be, but it it just worked out like that. And to the wonderful reviewer who wanted some more Castle/Alexis time, here it is. And for those of you who like a little (hopefully dignified) smut, this chapter should be good for that too.
I actually liked this chapter pretty well once I was done with it. I hope you like it too!
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. Bummer.
"I can't believe you were going to try to pass off mac and cheese as some fancy gourmet delicacy," Kate told him, putting a note of exasperation in her voice. They were sitting on a lounge chair down on the beach watching the sunset, Kate sitting in the space between Rick's legs, leaning back against his hard chest. She took another sip of the wine that she had picked up during her quick foray into the market that afternoon.
"Why do you have to know so many languages anyway?" he said grumpily, because his plan was foiled.
She smiled, as she thought back to her casual inquiry about dinner after they arrived back at the house.
He bowed in a dramatic flourish and did the 'french chef' voice that he had used on the morning of her birthday, promising her 'zee feast of zee pâtes et fromage'. Kate had always been good with languages and was fluent or could hold her own in several different ones, so it was no problem for her to translate what he said automatically, faster than he could blink. It was then that she put her hand on her hip and glared at him, before erupting in a fit of rapid-fire real french that he had no hope of understanding. His jaw dropped open and he moved a little bit backwards, away from the verbal french assault. She slowly walked toward him during her french tirade, and didn't stop until he was backed against the fridge and she was right in front of him, still glaring. Staring at her, he couldn't help but utter the one thought that was racing through his brain, mac and cheese temporarily forgotten.
"God, that is so incredibly sexy."
And he pressed his mouth to hers as he did the same with their bodies.
And when they came up for air several minutes later, even though he still had no idea of what she'd said in her french monologue, he knew that 'pâtes et fromage' was officially off the table as a dinner option.
"Haven't you learned yet not to underestimate me? Even a 12 year old can figure out that 'pâtes et fromage' is just a more eloquent-sounding way of saying it. Well, more eloquent-sounding for native English speakers anyway. And the literal translation of what you said was 'pasta and cheese' anyway. But hey, look on the bright side...most 12 year olds wouldn't have gotten the little diversion that you got before either."
"True. It was a nice little diversion. Do you have any more diversions in store for me?" he asked, bending his head down to nibble on her neck.
"Maybe. You'll just have to be patient." She closed her eyes, enjoying the moment and letting him keep doing what he was doing. But after a minute she made herself continue talking, because she knew what she had planned for him later, and she wanted them both to have energy for that.
"So what time should we send Lanie the text tonight?"
Instead of a response, Rick stopped nuzzling her neck and put his arms around her, laying his head on her shoulder. "Well?" she prompted him. "Why are you so quiet? You're generally not a a loss for something to say. Especially about this."
"I really didn't want to get into this, but I guess, in a way, we have to bring it up because of this whole Lanie project. I didn't really think about it until you said what you said to her earlier, on the phone call, but you implied that after dinner, you and your 'new man' were going to...you know."
"Get lucky tonight?"
"I just...I don't know how to put this. And I'm not really a person who should even be asking this of you. I'm the last person that should be asking this. And I'm not even talking about me, but more for this story that we're crafting for Lanie, but..." he trailed off.
"Rick," she said, her tone warning him to get on with it.
"Okay. I don't care what the answer is, just know that. But have you ever been the type of person to have a 'Girls Gone Wild' type of vacation fling with someone? Because if you aren't, then there's no way that the good doctor will eat what we're trying to feed her."
She turned around to look at him, an exasperated type of half-smile on her face. "Rick, please tell me that you didn't order those 'Girls Gone Wild' DVDs?" He didn't say anything, but she could tell the answer by the look on his face. "Oh. My. God. You did order those!"
He had the decency to look a little bit embarrassed. "Hey, it was years ago. It was for research...that's all."
"And a morbid fascination with fake co-ed breasts shaking in front of a camera lens?"
"No, not fake. Fake breasts move differently," he said right away, obviously without thinking. Catching Kate's astonished look, he tried to backtrack. "I mean...I won't...uh...it was...uh...no."
She reached back to grab his ear. "I can see that we're going to have to do a little housecleaning when we get back, huh?"
"Apples! Apples! They're gone! Consider them gone."
She patted his cheek. "Good. Remember, I don't want to share. Not even with a DVD."
Rubbing his ear, he told her, "Believe me, after these last two days with you, I'm thinking that those DVDs would be tediously boring to watch now."
"Good answer."
"Anyway, getting back to my original question..."
Leaning back against him in their original position, Kate thought about it for a few moments before she responded. "I have had my wild moments. Mostly when I was younger though. I'm no prude...I'm sure you figured that out a couple of nights ago."
Rick got a big smile on his face, almost like he'd just taken a big breath of laughing gas, and uttered a vehement "Uh huh!" Kate swatted his leg playfully.
"But, that said, I suppose you do have a point. She'd believe a naked sexfest if it was with you-hell, she WANTS that to happen-and that's good because that's what we want her to think initially, but she probably won't buy it once we bring Dave into the picture and switch gears on her. Because no, I don't typically hop into bed with a guy after a day or two. You found that out pretty fast on that first case, huh?"
"It did take a while for us both to be each others conquests. That's why I'm thinking we'd have a hard time pulling this off if we go too fast...if once we introduce Dave, she thinks back to everything that you've told her and goes 'no way'."
"So back to my original question...what time do we send Lanie the text, and more importantly, what do we say?"
"What do you think? You do know her better."
"Hmmm..." She took another sip of her wine before she leaned forward and tucked her knees up under her chin. Rick leaned forward with her, keeping her close. They watched the small egrets on the beach that never seemed to tire of picking at the tiny little shells that washed up with each wave.
"Okay, how about sending her the text a little after midnight? That's not too early and not too late. And I could say something about dinner being wonderful and then about us going for a romantic walk on the beach, how I think I'm falling for him because I've never felt this way before, and then...that's it, I guess. Be vague and leave her guessing, right?" But Rick didn't answer right away, and when he did, it wasn't the type of answer she expected.
"Have you?" he asked softly.
"Have I what?"
"Felt this way before?"
She turned her head around to find his face close to hers, his eyes deadly serious, like they had been during their talk after she had finally found him after running out on him at the party. During the most serious talk of her life.
"No. Never," she responded tenderly, honestly.
The corners of his mouth turned up in a slight smile as the serious look in his eyes morphed into a happy one. "Me either." He gave her a kiss and then settled back in the lounge chair, pulling her with him, so they could watch the lingering rays of the sun as bright orange ball looked like it was sinking into the sea. His simple words conjured that funny feeling in her stomach, that one she'd felt so much of in the last few days, but one that she hoped to be feeling forever.
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After the sun had fully set, they walked back into the house, holding hands. Rick told her that he should really should call Alexis; he hadn't spoken to her in a few days. Kate just smiled and told him to say 'Hi' to his daughter from her. She'd always liked the girl, from the time when she first met Rick at the launch party for his book and Alexis had sitting there at the bar, textbooks spread out in front of her, studying.
"Kate?" he asked as he paused, phone in hand.
"Huh?"
"Do you mind if I say anything about...us? You know, now that there really is an 'us', more than just a partners type of 'us'."
"Can she keep a secret?"
"That child? Without a doubt. I don't know where she gets it from."
"Then fine. Just try not to get too detailed in anything, OK?"
"She's my daughter!"
"Face it, Rick, you know she's more mature than you are sometimes, and you do often get carried away..." she trailed off, but the look on her face brooked no arguments from him.
"No details. Got it."
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As he sat on a chair on the upstairs balcony and watched a palm tree sway in the breeze, an excited voice answered the phone on the other end. "Dad!"
"Hi, pumpkin," he greeted her, all the love he had for his daughter evident in his tone. "How are things? School OK?"
"I got an A on my physics test!"
"That's wonderful! I know you don't really like physics."
"Just made me study harder. I didn't want to let it get the better of me. I had to prove I was stronger," she laughed.
They talked for a few more minutes about school, and about Martha's latest antics. Finally, he figured he'd better stop avoiding the issue. "Uh, pumpkin?"
"Yeah?"
"Uhhh..." he didn't really know how to begin. This wasn't a common thing for him-to tell his daughter about an important-a very important-new woman in his life, and he wasn't sure how to proceed. But with his daughter, he needn't have worried.
"Dad? Are you trying to tell me that something has finally happened between you and Detective Beckett?"
Rick held the phone away from his ear and looked at it like it was a moon rock. Putting the phone back to his ear, he asked her "How do you do that? That's too freaky."
"So it's true?"
He hesitated. "Yes?" he said, timidly for him, worried about her reaction.
The high-pitched squeal on the other end of the phone was a good sign that she approved, along with her fast comments of "That's great, Dad! It's about time! I mean, this is really cool!"
"You're okay with this then?"
"Yes, I'm okay with it. But how...uh...serious are you guys? I mean, you've known each other forever so it's not like I'd expect you to go slow or anything. Should I be...oh, I don't know...should I get in the habit of setting out an extra plate for dinner now? Or should I clear out some space in your closet?"
Remembering Kate's warning about details, he cautioned "Alexis...pumpkin...put the brakes on! Yes, I guess we're serious. Without getting into too many details, the 'L' word has been spoken aloud."
"By you or by her?"
"Both."
"Awwww! Daaaadddd! I'm so proud of you! I know that couldn't have been easy for you, with your history."
"What do you mean, my history?"
"I know how many women you've been through over the years. You don't have a great track record with relationships."
"Alexis..." He didn't know what to say. With the exception of Gina, he'd always tried to keep the women away from his little girl. He'd wanted permanence for her, and he'd known that none of them fell into that category, so he'd kept them away, although it seemed now that she knew about them anyway. And suddenly, he wasn't terribly proud of his past life. But now, with Kate, he suddenly couldn't wait for the three of them to spend some time together.
"It's okay, dad. I like her. I really do. And I know she's special to you. You've stayed around her longer than anyone else except for me or Grams. So it's all good."
"Really?"
"Really. In fact," she hesitated, but then forged on, "could you ask her, for me, if maybe she wouldn't mind..."
"What, honey?"
"I have that spring dance at school next month, and I need a dress, and do you think she might be able to go look for dresses with me sometime after you guys get back? Grams could take me, but sometimes her taste...you know. I mean, if she's too busy or she doesn't want to, that's totally fine too."
Rick was touched, so touched that he didn't know what to say for a moment. "Yeah, sweetie. I'm sure she would love to go with you," he told her softly.
"Just don't assume anything, Dad. Just ask her for me, but don't put her on the spot. I don't want her to think that I'm some loser trying to glom onto her just because you guys are more involved now."
"Pumpkin, you're not a loser. She was much more impressed with you that she was with me when we first met, remember? But yes, I'll be happy to ask her for you."
"Thanks. And Dad? Congratulations. It's about time."
"Thanks, sweetie. But can you keep this under wraps until after we're back? We're playing a little joke on Lanie and the boys and if this gets out, it will ruin it."
"Dad!" she admonished. "Wait, you said 'we'. You mean Detective Beckett is in on this too?"
"She sure is. I've brought her over to the dark side," he responded in an evil voice, punctuated by the evil laugh he did so well.
"My lips are sealed," she laughed. "So when will you be back, anyway? I know the trip was kind of open-ended originally, but now that you two are together, to the point of speaking the 'L' word to each other, I suppose you want to say for as long as you can? Kind of like a honeymoon type of thing?"
"Alexis!" he exclaimed, stunned by the implications of what went along with the word 'honeymoon'.
"Well, come on, Dad! You've known each other for how long? You based a character off of her, started a series of books basically about her, remember? She knows you so well. You get this look on your face whenever you talk about her. You have for a while. And you just admitted you guys love each other. So isn't that the next logical step?"
"Whoa, whoa! We just got together. That's pretty heavy. We can't go there." Yet. The word just popped into his head, making him suddenly feel like he didn't have enough air in his lungs. Where did that come from?
"Yet," she said, immediately echoing that thought that had popped into his brain, causing him to hold his phone away from his head again to look at it. 'How DOES she do that?' he thought. Putting his phone back to his ear, he heard her say, "Dad, it's okay. It's cool. Don't freak."
"I'm not...freaking. It's just that that whole idea is way, way out of scope."
"Okay, fine. But Dad? It is SO not out of the realm of possibility. I know you can't see it, well, yet anyway, but I can. Grams can. And you know, it's cool with me. Really. Just don't mess it up. Detective Beckett is really nice."
"Alexis!" was the only thing he could say. He just could not formulate another thing to say along this train of thought. Grasping the first topic he could think of, the most recent topic before the conversation had deviated into alien territory, he said "Kate hasn't said anything, but we'll probably fly back either Saturday or Sunday."
"Sounds good, Dad."
Although Rick still felt a bit nonplussed by the direction that his daughter had taken, he managed to chat for several more minutes with her before saying goodbye after promises to call soon. Kate found him sitting in the same spot 15 minutes later, staring off into space. She walked up right in front of him before he noticed her, and his expression worried her, especially knowing that he'd just been talking to his daughter.
"Rick. Rick. Castle!" she called to him, as her voice got progressively louder. "RICK!" she finally said as she bent down in front of him. "Is Alexis all right?"
"Yeah, sure," he said, absently, finally noticing her. "She got an A on her physics exam."
"That's great! I hated physics. So what's wrong? Did you want her to get a C because it's the first letter of 'Castle' or something?"
He forced himself to look at her. And once he looked at her, really looked, it wasn't hard to smile because he always wanted to smile when he looked at Kate. "No. Nothing is wrong. And she doesn't even like physics, yet she still got an A. Weird kid."
"Okaaayyyy," she said, letting it go for now but not really understanding why he was so preoccupied, nor the abrupt shift that transformed him back to 'normal Castle'. She chewed on her lip for a second before asking "Did you tell her about us?"
"Yes and no. She knows, but I didn't have to tell her. She guessed."
"She guessed? How? What did you tell her before we came down here? You said you weren't planning any of this-you and me-when we came down here."
He held up his hands in a defensive, 'don't shoot me' type of position. "I wasn't planning it! I have no idea how she knew, but I just started to try to tell her, and then all of a sudden she just came out with it and ask me if something finally happened between us."
"So what did you tell her?"
"The truth. Well, not the X rated stuff, of course. But I told her we were serious."
Kate was back to nervously chewing on her lip. She liked Alexis, even though she didn't know her that well, and she realized that she desperately wanted Rick's daughter to approve of them. "And she said...?"
"Something to the effect of that it was about time, and she used the words 'great' and 'cool' a couple of times."
"She's not mad? Are you sure?"
"From that response? Positive. She did want me to ask you something though, and she says it's totally okay if you don't want to. She wants to know if you'd go shopping with her to help her find a dress for a school dance that's coming up."
"She wants ME to go with her? What about Martha?" Kate was touched.
"She said something about my mother's taste not meshing with hers. But she doesn't want you to feel obligated."
"No...no. It's good." She smiled at him. "I think it would be fun to go with her. But I don't want to step on Martha's toes."
"I suspect my mother will be tickled that you'll be taking Alexis, maybe even more excited than Alexis will be. She likes you too, you know."
She didn't respond. She was biting her lip, and he knew something was troubling her. He brushed some hair from her face, not really because she needed it, but just because he wanted an excuse to touch her. "What's wrong, Kate?"
"You and I, we've come a long way in the last few days. But to everyone else, everything is still the same. If I start spending more time around your family when we get back, I don't want her to think I'm trying to glom onto you or something. I worry that people will think that I'm using Alexis as a means to an end, with you being the end. God, that sounds so pathetic. The thought of that is so pathetic."
To Kate's astonishment, Rick threw back his head and laughed. "What's so funny?" she asked, getting irritated. She didn't share her feelings easily, and then to have someone she trusted laugh at her; well, that was not a good way to proceed.
"I'm sorry, but it's just so funny. Alexis said almost the exact same thing to me on the phone when she was asking me to ask you to take her shopping. She wanted to make sure I didn't put you on the spot so-quote-she doesn't think I'm some loser trying to glom on to her-end quote. Seriously, if she wants you to take her shopping, and you want to go, then you both should just go. Spend some of my money. Have a good time. Bond. You both know the real story. Don't let what anyone else says influence what you do."
"Easier said than done," she muttered.
He put his hands on her arms and gave them a quick rub. "YOU do not have to worry about anything. Anyone who really needs to know what's going on will already know what's going on. And anyone else...they don't matter. So don't worry about it now. Worry about it when there's something to worry about. Okay?"
She looked at him, wondering how he could just brush off the implications, the possibilities, so easily. But then she looked again at the cocky grin and the twinkling eyes, and looked again at their surroundings-the beach mansion with the waves crashing outside-and she decided, for once, to just listen to him. She reached forward and wrapped her arms around him and looked up at his face.
"Okay."
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They walked up to the bedroom together. After reaching the door, he pulled her around to face him. "So, tell me exactly how tired you're feeling tonight," he said as he leaned forward to nuzzle her neck. "Because either way is okay, but I would just like to go on record as saying that if you're not terribly tired, I would certainly not turn down the chance to rock your world."
She nuzzled his neck in return. "I would love for you to rock my world. But as it happens, I'm feeling a little...regretful."
He knew where things were going. "Beckett..."
"Don't 'Beckett' me. I told you I feel bad about how I acted that morning. So as it happens, I've figured out a way to try to make it up to you."
"I told you, you don't have to worry about it."
"Rick, I was a total and complete bitch to you. That's not cool with me, no matter how I was feeling. So let me make it up to you. I've...planned something."
"Oh, really? This sounds interesting."
"It could be. Can you be patient for a few minutes?"
"Of course." He aimed a charming smile at her.
"Rick. Come on. I know you. If 'patience' and 'Richard Castle' were in a dictionary together, it would be under the heading of opposites."
"Actually, the literary term would be 'antonyms'."
"Whatever. But I mean it. Can I trust you for just a few minutes? Because if I can't, then the deal is off. If I can trust you...well...let's just say that you will never think of certain things in the same way ever again.
"Intriguing," he said with a bemused look on his face.
"Is that a 'yes, you can trust me, Kate?' or a 'no, don't bother, Kate, because I can't stand to act like an adult for two minutes'?"
He sighed. "Fine. It's a 'yes, you can trust me, Kate.'
She patted his cheek. "Good. You won't regret it. IF you don't peek. And if you do, I guarantee that you WILL regret it." With that, she scurried off to the bathroom in the master suite and shut the door.
He walked over to the bed and sat down. Proactively, he folded back the blankets so just the sheet was showing. He bounced on the bed a few times. Then he kicked off his shorts. But still, there was no sign of Kate emerging from the bathroom. He walked over to the bathroom door, ready to knock and ask her if she needed any help.
Just then, he heard a strange noise coming from the bathroom, one that he'd heard before but he couldn't place. "What are you doing in there? What is that noise?"
He heard her muffled shout. "Shut up, Castle, and stop trying to ruin your surprise." After that, he heard the muffled sound of the water running in the bathroom sink. After another minute or two, she yelled out, "I'm ready now. Close your eyes so I can come out."
"Kaaaaattteeee!" he whined.
"Do you want your surprise or not?"
"Okay, fine. My eyes are closed." Well, mostly. Whatever she had planned, he wasn't going to miss a moment of it just from a silly condition to keep his eyes closed.
"Rick, I'm serious. Swear on your daughter's life that you're not peeking."
Darn, she had him there. He fully closed his eyes and said, "I swear on Alexis' life that I'm not peeking. I even have my hands over my eyes."
Kate poked her head out of the bathroom to verify that he was telling the truth. Surprisingly, he was; he even had his palms over his eyes, which prevented him peeking through his fingers. She stepped into the main part of the bedroom and carefully walked until she was about five feet in front of him before striking a pose with one hand on her hip and her chest jutting out a bit.
"Can't you even give me a little hint? Is it red again, like that bikini?"
"Nope. It's white this time. Well, it does have a little bit of red."
"Skimpy?"
"You could say that. Kind of...non permanent too, so I guess you'd better open your eyes."
Rick opened his eyes and as they focused again, he stared at what was standing in front of him.
He blinked once, and then twice.
His jaw fell open.
He felt the blood draining from his head and everywhere else down to parts south of his waist. In fact, he felt a little faint.
Because Kate was standing there in front of him, her hair piled on top of her head in a sexy tangle of curls, her lips painted bright red, and she was naked, except for...for...'oh, my God,' he thought.
Finally, he found his voice, although it came out in somewhat of a squeak. "Is that...on your...and are those...on top of...?"
She smiled a sultry smile at him. In one of the most sexy tones he'd ever heard pass her lips, those sex-goddess red lips, she supplied the words he couldn't seem to formulate.
"Yes. You get me...for dessert...complete with whipped cream and cherries on top."
Despite the confirmation of her words, despite the fact that they had been together intimately several times already, Rick could only stare at her, a fantasy personified, standing in front of him. He'd seen a lot of things, done a lot of things, but this...she...was almost too much for him to handle.
She stood there in front of him, naked, but not really naked exactly, because she had used squirtable whipped cream to draw a bikini, of sorts, right on her body. She had whipped cream covering her breasts, swirled around the mounds until it formed a point over what he knew was the nipple underneath. And on each point was a bright red cherry. And the whipped cream also covered the juncture in between her thighs.
"Bam. Said. The. Lady."
She laughed, low and sensual-sounding. "You like my new...attire?"
"I think I could eat you alive." His simple words and the hungry way he stared at her, basically confirming what he'd said, ignited the familiar fire within her belly.
"Isn't that the idea?"
He still didn't move toward her though, which prompted her to take a small step in his direction so she could run a fingertip down his chest. His eyes stayed glued to the whipped delicacy that was now her chest. "As much as I love that you seem to be enjoying just looking at your little present, if you don't start to do something pretty soon, I'm going to start to melt."
"We can't have that, now can we?" he responded in a husky tone as he dipped his head toward her bosom. Sticking out his tongue, he licked a dollup of whipped cream off the side of her breast. "Umm...yummy." He repeated his action on the other side. "But you know, I think I'd prefer if my dessert was in a horizontal position to make it easier to...eat."
After she was laying down on the bed, he stripped his shirt off and stretched out next to her. Still, he just stared at her for a moment, prompting her to remind him "Rick? Melting?"
"Say no more. I'm on the job."
And, oh, he was! He started with her right breast, licking off all of the whipped cream, going in circles around it, making sure to caress and tickle her with his tongue in the process. He ate the cherry on the peak, before leaning down to lick some of the cream off the nipple. After the first lick, he closed his mouth on the whipped cream and his eyes flew to hers. His eyes narrowed and a smile dawned on his face. "Ooo, you're good, Detective. Would that be..." he pursed his lips and looked up in the air, trying to figure it out. Then looking back at her with a victorious smile, he said, "caramel?"
She smiled and nodded, stretching her arms up over her head. "Got in in one guess."
"You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"
"Of course. You doubted me?"
"Never. I'm just beginning to understand your level of creativity, though. And I must say that I like it. I really, really like it." With that, he moved back to her breast and started licking the rest of the whipped cream off of it. When he got to the caramel she'd put around her nipple, he attacked the sticky substance first with his tongue, but then began sucking the caramel off the protruding tip. Kate closed her eyes as the sensations of his tongue and the suction of his mouth caused the fire in her belly to burn hotter. A small moan escaped her lips. When the whipped cream and then the caramel on her nipple had been fully removed, he kissed his way up her body, nibbling on her neck, then moving up to to capture her mouth in a hot, sultry kiss. She could taste the sweetness of the caramel and whipped cream on his tongue as it swept around her mouth.
Breaking away, he looked deeply into her eyes. "I really like caramel," he murmured as he moved down to take care of the 'bikini bottom' between her thighs.
She knew it would come to this, when he would take care of the lower half of her 'suit', and she tried to steel herself against what she knew would be a sensual onslaught from his very talented mouth. This whole little piece of bedroom drama was for him, to make up for her bitchiness when she had her marching band percussion headache. She tried to remain detached, so she could save her energy and have a clear head for driving him wild. But it just was not working. She wanted him now; oh, how she wanted him!
Even though she wasn't watching him-she couldn't even bother to open her eyes, much less lift her head because she felt so boneless due to his ministrations-she felt his tongue start to devour the whipped cream south of her waist. She felt him urge her legs apart just a bit. And then, even though she didn't put any whipped cream in anywhere terribly intimate, she found that his tongue apparently didn't care so much about the actual location of the whipped cream when she felt his fingers spread her folds apart gently, then felt his tongue probing deeper in between her legs, in search of her most sensitive spot. When he did that, he started to devour the tenuous hold on her control as surely as he had just devoured the whipped cream.
This idea of hers was backfiring royally. She felt the tip of his tongue touch her there as her hands fisted in the sheets. She had to try to stop him. "Rick!" she panted. She tried ineffectually to move him away. She'd heard once that the tongue was the most agile muscle in the human body, and he was certainly proving that now. "Rick," she tried again. "No...you can't...you need to stop...this is for you, not me. You can't..." she trailed off. He didn't appear to be listening.
Against her core, he murmured "Oh, yes I can. And you're not going to stop me, are you? You want this." Feeling his hot breath down aroused her more, if that was possible.
"Nooo...Yes!" She didn't even know what question she was answering anymore. But then he bent his lips to her and briefly sucked on that intimate spot just a bit, before flicking the tip of his tongue out again. Suck...flick. Suck...flick. And she was lost. Her control was shattered. She was gone.
A loud, strangled moan escaped her throat as she arched on the bed, her hips bucking uncontrollably. She grabbed his hair to hold his head in place, all thoughts of getting him to stop forgotten as she succumbed to her release.
When the aftershocks subsided, her arms limply fell to her sides again as he began to trail kisses up her body. "That was"-kiss-"unbelievably"-kiss-"hot," he told her on the way. "But I see that I still haven't 'eaten' part of my dessert."
Vaguely, she realized that he was right; she still had one breast covered in whipped cream. With the heat that had just been generated, she wondered how the pile of stuff hadn't melted down off of her into a pile of goo on the sheets by now. He'd moved himself to her other side, and he made short order of the whipped cream on that breast, quickly finding the treat underneath. And despite the fact that he had just almost rendered her into a boneless and melting piece of sensual mush, she could tell that she was headed that way again as he began sucking on and teasing her other nipple.
"Ah, hot fudge on this one, I see. You really know how to serve a dessert to a man." Now that her body was devoid of whipped cream, he kissed his way up toward her mouth as his body moved over hers. When she felt his weight on hers and felt his hard manhood pressing into her hip, her mind engaged once again. Her eyes flew open and found his smiling down at her, dark with passion. She smiled back at him and pushed him so he rolled over. Straddling him, she leaned over so her nipples were brushing his chest and her lips were inches from his. "I'll be right back," she said as she raised up over him.
With obvious surprise, he watched as she climbed off of him and went into the bathroom. His puzzled look changed to one of when he saw her come back and crawl on the bed, holding the squirtable whipped cream. "Kate, I don't need any more of that. You're all the dessert that I need."
She smiled a seductive little smile, pulling her lower lip in between her teeth. "This isn't for you. Because now I need my dessert." And she lowered herself toward him, and gently stroked his erection.
His eyes got huge as he realized what she had in store for him. "Oh, my God, Kate." He tried to scoot back away from her, but she grabbed his manhood, as if anticipating what he was going to do. "You can't...Kate, after everything before, I can't stand..."
"No fair, Rick. I need my dessert, and I decided it's you with whipped cream on top. And I'd think that you, of all people, wouldn't mind being..." she said breathily as she leaned in toward his mouth, "...eaten."
She didn't think his eyes could get any bigger, but they did. She told him, "Just go with it, Rick, because attempts to escape will be futile." Then she held his shaft up straight as she squirted whipped cream all over it.
"Geez, Kate, that's cold!" he told her as he flinched back at the first contact.
"I know, tell me about it! It's refrigerated, remember?"
"Well at least it may calm me down a little bit," he muttered, mainly to himself.
"Not too much, I hope," she responded as she bent down toward him. And as much as he wanted to not see what she was doing so he could hold out longer, he couldn't bear to tear his eyes away from her as she reached down to him. Somehow she knew he was watching, and she turned her head back to look at his face, her sultry smile nearly his undoing before she turned back toward her object of interest, sticking out her tongue and tasting the whipped cream, as her tongue came in contact with his hard shaft, trailing up the length of him and tasting the whipped cream there.
"Ummm...tasty," she murmured.
"Kate..."
"Rick, that was just a little taste. Now I need to really...eat." And with that, she reached down and took him full into her mouth.
Looking at the sight of those ruby red lips around his most intimate body part was more than he could stand to watch. The feel of her hot mouth was enough; he thought if he kept watching her mouth trying to milk him, he would erupt right then and there. He let his head fall back on the bed, closing his eyes, and now it was his turn to fist his hands in the sheets as she continued to stroke her tongue on his shaft, licking him. Sometimes she barely touched him, sometimes she took him entirely into her mouth, sucking him and driving him wild in the process. Rick didn't know how the cold whipped cream could even stay there; with the heat they were generating, he would have bet money that it it would have long ago evaporated into thin air.
Repeating her actions from before, he was now the one who was begging her to stop. "Kate...please. No more. My God..." She stopped for a moment, registering his ragged breaths as he struggled to regain control, but then she bent and sucked again on his shaft, just a little bit to let him know that she was still there. "Kate, no...I want us...together." With that, he gently pulled her head up, but then faster than she could blink, he grabbed her arms and flipped her down on the bed, rolling on top of her and driving her legs apart with his own in one swift motion, positioning himself right at her entrance. His face was right above hers when he told her hoarsely, "You said this was my treat, my surprise. Well this is what I want. Us, together. Now." And with that, he drove into her fiercely, as she cried out, as did he, with the intensity of the sensation of being joined together, finally, after all of the foreplay.
And after all of that foreplay, he didn't know how he lasted much more than a couple of thrusts, but he did. Somehow, he made himself last until Kate was ready again.
Kate didn't know how he could do it, how he could last so long. But she just knew that she couldn't, not with what he did to her, with the feeling of him inside of her. She raised her legs and wrapped them around him, trying to pull him closer to her, further inside of her if that was possible. She could feel him moving past her sweet spot as he drove into her, and she could only urge him on as he rode her but telling him "Faster...more..." in breathy pants. And then, just as she was starting to see stars and feel all of the nerve endings in her body start to tingle, she heard him say "Kate, please, come for me. Come with me."
The husky plea was all she needed to let her body go, and she screamed his name as her body began involuntarily jerking against his, while he pounded into her with the last bit of rational thought he could muster before he gave up as his body succumbed to the feeling of her release. He panted her name and other nonsensical things into her shoulder, letting the sensations and the emotions overtake him, just as she had done only seconds before.
And instead of talking, instead of uttering even one word, Rick simply moved off of her after he caught his breath. He turned on his side toward her, and he put his arm around her waist to anchor her to him. And as she drifted off to sleep, with her hand over his, she was thinking that he was holding her so closely that even an earthquake wouldn't be able to separate them. And that was a good thing, because there was no way she she wanted him to be anywhere else, and there was no way that she was letting him go.
I hope everyone has a wonderful start to 2011!
I'd love to know if you liked how Kate made it up to Rick for being so bitchy and going off on him when she had her headache a few chapters ago. I thought the squirtable whipped cream was quite fitting considering I've seen it in a few episodes and, in the context that I used, was a good reward for him, but I'd be interested to hear what you all think of it.
Alexis' physics test? Even though he'll never know about it, that was my own little 'feed the birds' moment to my nephew, who is a sophomore in college and just pulled off a 4.0 for the fall semester, including a 100% on his physics test, and he doesn't really even like physics. The kid is seriously a brain. And he has a personality too.
Don't worry, they're still going to send Lanie the text...they just got preoccupied for a bit. Really preoccupied. ;-) And I thought that was a good place to end it too.
Please review and let me know what you think! (Really, seriously, please review!) You're all wonderful! And I LOVE to know what you think. Let's start the new year off with a bang!
