100 Sex Positions of the Kama Sutra
By Dana Keylits
Chapter Forty-Three: Doggie Style
"Good morning, Dr. Parish," Castle sing-songed as he bounced through the elevator doors of the Twelfth Precinct. "And, how are you on this fine autumnal morning?"
Lanie glanced up, interrupted from her conversation with Esposito by an unusually chipper Castle. She raised an eyebrow, a crooked grin curving her lips. She craned her neck to see Kate trailing him, a heavy satchel slung over one shoulder.
Kate rolled her eyes and gestured at Castle. "And, he told me he wasn't a morning person!"
Lanie smirked, accompanying Kate to her desk as Castle made a b-line for the break room. "So, what's got writer boy in such a good mood today?"
Kate dumped her satchel on the floor, shrugged out of her leather jacket, and plopped into the task chair. Lanie sat on the edge of the desk. "Oh, he's just excited about, um…" Kate looked around, making sure no one was listening. She leaned closer, her voice a whisper. "Position Forty-three."
Lanie's lips curled into the shape of an 'O', her eyes growing wide. "Doggie style," she whispered, nodding. "You guys already…?"
Kate shook her head, her loose curls bouncing around her shoulders. "No. Not yet," she fired up her computer, glancing up at Lanie from beneath the long fan of lashes that framed her hazel eyes. "Tonight."
Lanie chuckled, moving from the edge of the desk to the side chair. "Well, no wonder he's so…" she looked over her shoulder at Castle, who was still in the break-room, engaged in an animated conversation with Esposito over the cappuccino machine. The men fist-bumped and Lanie's eyes narrowed as she stared at them. "…energetic."
"Yeah," Kate turned suddenly in her chair, vertical lines forming between her eyes. "Why are guys so into that one? I don't get it."
Lanie rolled her eyes. "Who knows, girl. I've given up trying to figure them out!"
Kate leaned back, nodding. She turned her gaze towards the break-room. Castle was emerging from the door with two coffees in his hands. She turned back to Lanie. "So, what's up? What's brought you here?"
Lanie pointed at a folder on Kate's desk. "Wanted to drop that off," she started. "That suspect you and Castle interrogated a few days ago?"
Kate nodded, accepting the hot cup of coffee from Castle, a tiny smile curving one corner of her mouth as his finger gently caressed hers. She blew softly over the hot liquid, sending the rising steam on a sideways journey over the rim of the mug, and then flashed her teeth appreciatively at Castle as he sat at the desk that faced hers.
Lanie waved her hand impatiently, "Any-way," she continued.
"Sorry," Kate chirped.
Lanie rolled her eyes. "The DNA sample we got from under one of the victims fingernails…"
"Wait," Castle interrupted. "DNA sample? I thought there wasn't any forensic evidence on any of the bodies?"
"FBI lab found it," Lanie clarified. "We missed it somehow." Noting Castle's puzzled expression, she explained with a shrug, "It happens sometimes. It's why we have built in redundancies on these tests, there is always the possibility of human error."
"And?" Kate quarried Lanie, both eyebrows raised curiously.
"It's a match to your boy."
"Booyah!" Castle exploded, turning several heads in the bullpen.
Lanie held up a staying palm. "It doesn't mean he's our killer," she cautioned.
"No," Kate replied, picking up the phone. "But it does mean our suspect lied to us, and that he was with the victim before she died."
"Who are you calling?" Castle asked.
"Agent Shaw."
Lanie stood up, "I'll leave you to it. We still on for drinks tomorrow night?"
Kate nodded, "Of course."
"See ya, Castle," Lanie waved.
Castle bowed, getting up from his seat and moving his chair beside Kate's desk. "Lanie."
Lanie stopped in the break-room, Esposito was sitting at the table reading the Sports page and looked up as she hurried through the doorway.
"Hola," he greeted, flashing her a broad grin.
Lanie bent over the table, both hands firmly planted on its hard surface. "Kate and Castle are already on position Forty-three."
Esposito's mouth dropped open and he gave her a confused look.
"If you want to win this little bet you've got going on, then you'd better step up your game, Javier Esposito!" She poked him in the chest, her face inches from him. "My place. Tonight. Bring your toothbrush." Her gaze dropped to his crotch. "And stop at the drug store on your way, I'm out of," she paused when she heard Ryan enter the room behind her, "…you know," she whispered, straightening up and turning to face Ryan. "Hello, Detective," she greeted.
"Hey, Lanie" Ryan replied, waving at her back as she disappeared through the doorway. "What was that about?" He asked Javier, his thumb pointing over his shoulder.
Esposito closed his mouth and regarded his partner, returning his gaze to the sports page. "Nothing, bro." He closed the paper, shot up out of his seat, and patted Ryan on the shoulder. "I have to run to the drug store, cover for me?"
He was out the door before Ryan could answer.
Kate sidled up to him, fastening the sash of her peach and sea green silken bathrobe more closely around her. She accepted the large glass of red wine he held up to her, his fingers tickling hers as he transferred the glass to her outstretched hand. She took a sip, eyeing the candles he'd strategically placed around her bedroom. "You've really got this whole seduction thing going on, haven't you, Castle?"
"I just wanted to make it special," he replied, a smug grin on his face.
"Ah," she mused, licking the ruby liquid from her lips. "Is that it?" Only it wasn't a question. She side nodded at the iDock. "I like the music, too," she admired. "The Flower Duet?"
He stepped closer, leaned in and brushed his lips delicately along her Hepburnesque neck. "Mmmhmmm," he hummed.
Her body vibrated from the deep baritone of his voice, and she let out a small gasp, closing her eyes, tilting her head so he had full access to her throat. He peppered her with kisses, from her collarbone to her jaw, and then finally captured her mouth with his, using his tongue to gently part her lips, explore the warm cavern of her mouth, curious and probing. She snaked one hand around the back of his neck, pulling him towards her, deepening their kiss, relishing the flavor of him, both salty and sweet, his aroma filling her senses, and she leaned into him, almost dropping her wine glass.
When they parted, both of them drawing long, deep breaths of oxygen into their lungs, they felt a dynamic and erotic shift in the atmosphere. A kiss, a touch, a lilt of her eyebrow and that was all it took to get them there. Kate deposited her wine glass on the dresser, reached for his hand, and led him to the bed. She crawled onto the mattress, lifting her robe so as not to get it caught under her knees, and then she turned around to face him. He stood at the edge of the bed, staring at her with dark and hooded eyes, his face a mask of wanton need.
He was already starting to unbutton his crisp maroon shirt when she gently batted his hands away. "Let me," she requested. He dropped his hands limply to his sides as her fingers worked the first button open, her forefinger slipping beneath the expensive fabric, tickled by a lick of his downy chest hair. She worked her way down the rest of his buttons, taking her time, enjoying the flash of skin revealed by the release of one button after another. When they were all open, she fanned her fingers at his abdomen, strummed the ladder of his ribcage, palmed the sinewy muscles of his pectorals before leaning in and taking one of his nipples into her mouth.
He groaned.
She did the same to the other nipple. Taking her time, sucking and licking, drawing it dangerously between her teeth, then letting it go.
He groaned again.
Her hands ascended his shoulders, and he shuffled out of the shirt, letting it fall behind him onto the floor. She looked up at him adoringly and he raised one hand to caress her cheek. She closed her eyes, covering his hand with her own, moving her lips to his palm and gently kissing it, inhaling his masculine scent. She felt an immediate physical response in her own body, her belly contracting, a persistent throbbing radiating from between her legs. She held her breath, her hands finding his belt, and then she exhaled deeply.
He let his hands drop to his sides again as she slipped the belt through the buckle. She glanced up at him, a shard of pleasure coursing through her as she saw the look of unadulterated want on his face.
She was enjoying this.
She reached for the top button of his jeans, slipping the metal clasp through its companion eyehole before pausing, licking her lips, and then tugging on his zipper. She could already feel his erection through the dense fabric, and when his jeans were completely open, it strained against his silken boxers.
She looked back up at him, his eyes were closed, his face tilted towards the ceiling. She pressed her lips against his neck, butterfly kisses that cause him to moan softly.
She slipped her fingers beneath the hem of his boxers and pulled them down, his penis springing free. She curled her hand around it, her thumb caressing its tip, and she stroked, slowly, evenly, with the care she would give a baby bird. He put one hand on her shoulder; a series of slow moans tumbling past his lips as she gently increased her cadence, her lips still on his throat.
Playfully, coyly, she suddenly let him go and his eyes fluttered open.
"Kate."
She tugged at his jeans, pulling them down, and he assisted by quickly yanking them off. Then, just as she was moving back on the mattress, giving him room to join her, he reached for the sash of her robe, his eyes greedily roaming the gentle slopes and lines of her body as the soft garment fell open and she slipped out of it.
Naked, exposed, already warm and humming, their bodies joined in a flurry of aching want and need, desperate touches, lips on tepid skin, fingers digging into the sinewy rise of muscle over bone, tongues tracing a long wet path over quivering flesh. They knelt together, in the center of the bed, their bodies so tightly coiled they didn't know where one of them ended and the other began.
And then they parted, gasping for breath, all wet and wanting, bewitched, seduced. Kate gave him a smile, a rise of an eyebrow, her tongue darting out playfully between her teeth, and then she turned away from him.
She got on all fours.
This had never been her favorite position, often requiring some extra attention in order for her to come. But, she knew that he really liked it, and so, seeing him so turned on, so ready, so aroused, well, it turned her on, too.
He growled, positioning himself behind her, his hands roaming her flawless sun-kissed flesh, the curve of her peach shaped ass, his palms slowly reaching around and palming her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers, rewarded by their immediate rise and stiffening.
She moaned and wiggled her hips, savoring the feel of his rigid arousal against her. She was already feeling the pull of an orgasm waiting for her on the other side of this carnal dance they were doing. And, it didn't take much in the way of encouragement before he was easing himself into her. His hands on her hips as he began the gentle motion of moving in and out of her. Slowly, establishing an easy rhythm.
In.
And, out.
And, in.
And, out.
Her head dropped forward, her hair falling like a curtain across her face as her body rocked with the movement of his even thrusts. She loved the way he felt inside of her, loved the way her body accommodated him, her inner muscles contracting around him, as though they were meant to be together in this knowing way.
He snaked one hand around her body, his fingers slipping between her inner folds, teasing her clit, sharp tingles of pleasure coursing through her. He used his other hand to massage her breast, her nipple trapped between two fingers as he continued to thrust in and out of her.
The air was filled with the sound of their bodies slapping together, the heaviness of their breathing, the gentle moans that slipped past Kate's lips, the rise and fall of the music rolling from the iDock speakers, heady and erotic.
He leaned forward, his mouth at the back of her neck. "I want us to try and come at the same time, Kate."
She moaned.
"Does that mean yes?"
"Yes," she whispered. "Yes."
"Good," he replied, his fingers circling her clit in rhythm to the rocking of his hips. He pressed his lips along the ridges of her spine, his fingers still fondling her clit, his other hand cupping her breast.
She could feel the orgasm building, it was happening quickly and she was worried it wouldn't give him enough time. She covered his hand with her own, whispering. "I'm so close, Castle."
He increased his rhythm, pounding into her faster and faster.
And, faster.
Until she could tell that he was close, too, and then she let go of his hand, allowing him to resume his teasing of her clit.
She couldn't breathe.
She couldn't breathe, or think or speak, and she didn't care, she only cared about him, about them, about achieving this a-capella crescendo together. Her body spiraling, getting closer, rising higher and higher, she cried out, a string of dirty words she can't even remember knowing, sailing past her lips.
Her body was on fire, and she was so close. So. Fucking. Close.
And then she was there, falling over the edge from an orgasm so sharp it caused her to scream, to buck her hips against him, to slam her fists against the mattress as his name roared from her mouth with each crashing wave, with each receding tide, contracting pleasure, tingling every nerve ending of her body, from her head to her toes.
She hadn't even noticed he was doing the same. Thrusting into her, pounding her, spilling his essence into her, over and over, his grunts and cries filling the air around them, her name a litany on his lips, a prayer, a promise.
And then they were both panting and gasping for air, their bodies pink and humming, sweaty, and still joined.
He ran his hands up and down her warm back. "Kate, God, Kate."
All she could do was moan, her mind swimming with carnal images, lusty thoughts, wanting to do this over and over, impatient and needy, ready for more, more of him, more of them together, their bodies in perfect synchronicity, their hearts and minds joined, symbiotic, enmeshed.
He started to gently ease out of her, and she reached behind her with one hand. "Don't," she commanded. "Not yet."
"Kate,"
"I want you to stay inside of me, for now. Can you? I mean…"
"Yes, I can," he interrupted.
They eased onto the bed, laying on their sides, spooned together, his flaccid penis still inside of her, her inner muscles gently contracting around it, then loosening, then contracting. He cocooned her, every part of his body draped over every part of hers and he hummed in her ear, a gentle rhythmic aria, his lips occasionally brushing her tepid flesh, sending waves of goosebumps along her skin.
She whispered to him, dirty secrets, things she still wanted to do to him, things she wanted him to do to her. Things she wanted them to do to each other.
And, in public.
And with the expertise of an ageing Geisha, she coaxed him, elastic inner muscles contracting around him, a gentle rhythm, a teasing cadence. She moaned when she could feel him rise, feel his arousal filling her again, his heart thundering in his chest, his breathing increase, then halt, then panting, short bursts of breath, hot on her neck.
"Ready?" he whispered.
She reached behind her, grabbing a fistful of his hair, exhaling when his tongue mapped a wet path along the side of her neck. Her hips shifting, her clit throbbing, she moaned, long, labored, erotic. She opened her mouth to answer him, the one word that meant everything tumbling out.
"Always."
She'd been given orders, and she was following orders. He'd said whatever it takes, Victoria. And this, this is what it was going to take.
She raised her fist, pausing only briefly to make sure she was doing the right thing, and then with three quick raps, she knocked on Detective Beckett's front door.
And, then she closed her eyes and prayed.
A/N: I hadn't planned on this chapter being so long. But, c'mon, it was doggie style. How could I not write that one? And, sorry for the mean ending (not really), but don't worry, I am not writing some wicked evil AU version of Captain Gates. Okay?
If you would like to see what this position looked like, just do a Google search of "100 Sex Positions of the Kama Sutra," or PM me and I am happy to share the link with you. Or, you can follow me on Twitter (krdanakeylits).
I have gotten many inquiries as to whether the L Scar killer will be revealed. Yes, he/she will eventually be revealed, the case will be solved, and all of the other backdrop stories will find a conclusion. I wouldn't leave y'all hanging. Okay? Trust me (Heheheheh). Oh, and NO, Kate is not going to wind up pregnant!
