And where was the badge?

by Piper68

And where was the badge? - Castle's exhausting question.

- What, Castle? - In indescribable bliss, Kate struggled to open one eye. - What other... symbols do you want to... see on me?

- In intimacy with you I have seen a lot, and time has opened to me many of your secrets - with indelible tenderness Castle looked at the object of his adoration. - But that does not mean that I do not have some questions...

Rick ran his fingers through Kate's tangled hair to pick up the damp strands and run them over with bated breath.

- Yes?" Beckett's lips quivered into an ironic chuckle, and slowly, very slowly (almost at the end of her strength!) Kate turned her back on Castle. - Just daydreaming... have you ever tried it?

After the killer share of "sweet" half and half with Castle, she was creepily sleepy, and Kate sometimes didn't understand where Rick was getting his strength from. When, naturally flattened by both the power of his body and the violent, prolonged orgasm, she was spreading her arms and legs on the bed, and she was gradually catching her breath, Rick, who had spent much more energy, had no intention of letting her out of his circle of adoration. It was as if he both believed and did not believe in the strength of their bond. The gentle, unobtrusive touch on every part of her body was no longer the protest or rejection it had been with the others. On the contrary, I wanted to catch his hand, sucking and licking the fingertips, then switch to the face, for languid, teasing kisses, and even to kiss and kiss again there, in the source of THEIR life force, an important axis of THEIR current existence. As there is no winter without summer, as there is no day without night, so now there will be no her, Kate, without him, Castle. Her friend, her partner, her love. Her everlasting love. The proof of which wore her down, but it was an intoxicating, pleasant, familiar fatigue that only gave her strength for tomorrow, and which, with each day they were together, she wanted more and more. In fact, Castle's close proximity kept Kate in a constant state of sexual tension, and Beckett often caught herself thinking that her priorities were beginning to shift in her life. Revenge had finally happened, Castle was around, and it made her sexual aura pile up with power. Occasionally, Beckett even had thoughts that weren't her own. Like asking Gates for a week's vacation, dragging Castle to the Hamptons and banging her until she was blue in the face. Not only couldn't lift a pencil, but he couldn't move his lips. But... Castle had actually always excelled her in that regard, and whose love was stronger, one could only argue. But that didn't mean she gave up. Somehow she'll make up for it, even if Castle thinks he dominates. Or maybe it won't be what it seems.

And now her Rick, the restless, sweet Rick, was groping her again and gently, and Kate was eerily, deathly, as if a year had flown by in insomnia, wanting to sleep. And tiredly closing her eyelids, she only mumbled inaudibly:

- Switch... to texts, Castle... Or coffee... After what... would... is... something... you can definitely... afford...

And Castle heard her even, measured breathing: his Kate sank into sleep, rid of the weight of negative emotions accumulated during the day. And he rested, too, with her, but his active writing nature constantly planted food for fantasy.

With light, caring motions Rick straightened his beloved's brown hair, chaotically scattered on the pillow, in a few touches he kissed the slightly sticky skin of her shoulder and threw a thin linen blanket over Kate, which was rolled up in advance and waited its turn. And then we could have coffee and think of something else Beckett would be pleasantly surprised by...

In a light silk robe Castle went down to the first floor. It was far from their first weekend together in the Hamptons, but the heartwarming events to come required preparation. Well, first of all, he had begged Iron Gates not to bother them on the weekend and had actually slipped the captain a new porcelain doll. Second, the pressing plans involved the storm of unusual tactile sensations they were to experience. And third, that's what weekends are for, to devote themselves to each other. And not without pleasant intimate surprises. Such as the one that was stored in the fridge, waiting to happen. The surprise was packed in a deliberately inconspicuous package, and the inconspicuous, like hair, beacons showed that the package was not only unwrapped, but even moved from place to place.

- Good! - After making sure of that, Castle grinned contentedly. And he fussed over the coffee machine. - It would be kind of a first for both of us. And I guess it matters how the question is posed... Although, I think I've asked it before...

And whistling a happy tune, Castle sank into memories. In spite of the growing exhaustion, he thoughtfully examined the bottom of three cups in a row, and only then returned to the bed: Beckett was asleep in the same position in which he had left her. Rick pulled close to her, wrapped one arm around her, and buried the tip of his nose in her bitter-scented hair. Which was great. Although, hand on heart, his chosen one, besides the wild cherry, had a range of special, unique scents that made Castle's crotch tingle. Hand cream and face milk smelled of sandalwood freshness. The unobtrusive sour scent of apple lingered on her armpits. Pleasantly, her skin scrub was recognizable by the light citrus, but the sharpest scent Castle could smell was her secret when Beckett desired it in herself: roasted walnut, some spice, and literally a drop of cream. And one might have laughed at the quirks of his imagination and sense of smell himself, but it was this, the sexually appealing and relentlessly alluring image of Beckett to him, Castle, that was exceptional and unrepeatable. Once upon a time he had enjoyed only the cherry in her perfume, so unobtrusive but tantalizing, but in time he had made a conventional "odorological map" of Detective Beckett's persona. And his, Castle's, inquiring mind necessarily demanded confirmation. There had been much that was impossible then, but now everything was possible. Absolutely everything, down to the last cell and without the slightest embarrassment. With a woman of mystery that captivated his heart.

"I love you, Kate!" - Rick repeated the phrase to himself several times, and his soul was darkened by joy.

Castle awoke to a weight pressing down on him: it was Beckett, sprawled along his body and resting her chin on her arms crossed over his chest, staring intently into his face, waiting to awaken. And when his eyelashes flinched, she propped herself up on her elbows to find his lips.

- Hello, Kate. - Rick said with tenderness and trembling, and received her charming smile.

- Hi, Ka..." He exhaled lightly into her face in response to the gentle embrace, and their lips came together. Then another, and then another. - Good day! And... Uh-oh! Are you so happy to see me that you greet me from two sides at once?

Almost awake, Castle made a hilarious grimace.

- I'm just following the new tradition. Because you're with me.

- Always...

She kissed his dimple on the chin, caressed his crotch with sensuality, and slowly, very slowly straightened: Castle waited for her move, patiently, with indescribable desire, but he waited.

And Kate climaxed, gutturally, with a rising exhale, settling on his loins. She froze, biting her lip nervously: Castle had already filled her whole, trembling inside with impatience and passion. It was okay to let herself go now, and Beckett set this frantic, escalating rhythm in motion. First with her pelvis often, fine and fractional, squeezing the ring of her lower muscles, then slowly and with an arrangement, releasing herself almost completely, but still not letting it slip out, then settling as deeply as possible on his "shaft" and freezing, looking her eyes into his eyes. And there was no more slyness in them, but only mad, unrestrained passion. The blueness and vastness of the sky, with a transformation into deep sea blue. That's it, that's it, until the pain in the clenched lip and the infernal, dancing fire between the thighs.

- More! More!" While Castle held her hips, Kate half-heartedly quickened her pace. - Come on, Ricky! Come on, Ricky! Come on! More! More... Castle...

And Beckett collapsed on his chest. She sank her nipples and belly into his torso, raking the pillow under his head into a clump, to hug him tight. To fuse together, to find each other's lips, to quench the love shivers together. That my legs and back would ache, that the wet bitterness would sting my eyes, that everything would be tactile, intense, delicious...

The orgasm was still shaking their bodies, and a weary Beckett collapsed on her side, to Castle's right: it looked like she'd never reached her goal. Because Castle was glowing and smiling like a thousand suns, which meant that he had to make coffee again. I just wish I could get my breath back...

- Mmm... - Beckett mumbled when Castle pecked her on the forehead. - So who's, uh... go down to the kitchen?

- Probably... h-h-h-h... я... - grinned forcefully at Rick, - only... I'm not sure there was... was plentiful. What do you think?

Instead of answering, her palm covered his mouth and gently patted it.

- Double-hee and... triple-ha?

- Always... - whispered back. - I will... I won't let you down...

By the time they decided to go outside, it was nearing noon. The sun was hovering at the zenith, and there was no better shelter than the elm tree by the pool. While Kate held the bag of drinks and towels, Castle moved the chaise lounge into the shade and was the first in his swim trunks.

- It's a wonderful day for brass, Kate! Don't you think? - Castle gallantly made his way to the edge of the pool and now played with his muscles like a bodybuilder. And it was impossible not to admire the structure of his athletic body and smooth chocolate tan. And Castle seemed to understand that. So he stood with one foot on the board, put his arms in a cartwheel in front of him, and proudly raised his head. He stood like that, put one shoulder forward and then the other, and closed his hands above his head in a lock. Slowly, swinging his bearish ass, he turned to Beckett, first one side, then the other, and even under his half-face sunglasses a smug expression could be seen. And when Rick puffed his cheeks and began to puff, either like an ancient steam locomotive or an enormous frying pan on the gas, Beckett's fingertips ached steadily. As it was impossible not to laugh, there was only one thing to do: When Castle once again turned his back to her, Beckett jumped up to her partner and sent him into the water with a forceful push.

- Ouch-ooh... f-u-l-l-l... Frrr..." he flopped sideways and headfirst, flying, waving his arms incongruously, showering her with a fountain of splash, barely able to catch his goggles. And when he emerged, Beckett was already only in a bikini.

- Why did you ruin the composition? - he asked, spitting water with genuine bewilderment. - Do you know how many shows I had to watch to learn how to behave?

Still puking, Castle swam to the board to put his glasses in the sun or maybe even steal his beloved in the water. It's unclear what he was hoping for, but he was insidiously drowned again: it was Kate who sank to her knees and, repulsing an attempted arm grab, plunged Rick headfirst. And she clearly enjoyed watching Castle flounder haphazardly and grumble with feigned discontent.

- Yes, Castle, it seems that nothing can change you," she bit her lips in her mischievous way. - Bloated conceit, bluster, and self-centeredness. And I don't think the Hamptons are the center of the world... Not yet...

- It's our land, Kate," Castle said in all seriousness, leaning against the curb with support on his elbows. - When you first visited the Hamptons, I made a vow to make it your third or fourth home, if not your second. It didn't even matter that a padded body had fallen into the pool, and that you and I had been on the other side of the bars: I had simply drawn the conclusion. And that was that no amount of adversity and misfortune would stand in the way of our happiness. We avenged the bastard for Mom's death and made a temporary alliance with Bracken, even though that's not your policy. And now... will you join me?

With a strong push right out of the way, Beckett jumped over Castle and went into the water with practically no splash. She held her breath so Rick could watch her moving silhouette. He didn't need to be begged.

Here she was, in a few strokes, wriggling her whole body, made an underwater circle, and it even seemed to Castle that Beckett was looking for something, but she suddenly turned in his direction and with the support of his body parts, she swam to the surface.

And Castle smiled charmingly: her face was covered in hair, and Beckett was removing them with that uniquely beautiful gesture that made his heart clench...

- What?" she shifted her eyebrows. - Is something wrong?

- N-no... - Castle, smiling dreamily, brushed a strand out of her temple. - I just gave birth to another epithet: you're a mermaid collecting pearls.

- A mermaid? With pearls? - Castle noted her distinctive gesture-a slightly biting lip. - Then you'll just be Ariel's friend, and you have a chance to prove yourself. Catch up!

And they dove into the depths. Because they were free and in love. Because they had plenty of time. Because it was so nice to bask in the cool of the hot day. And give each other pleasure, no matter who said what.

And they splashed themselves and each other, played catch-up and kissed each other, dangling their feet to avoid getting water in their ears until they were tired. They lay on the water, arching their backs, and swam shoulder to shoulder. Like a true gentleman, Rick let Beckett go ahead, trying not to look at the cloth-covered butt. And it was as if Beckett could see his gaze with her shoulder blades, because she immediately turned around, gripping the handrail.

- Tired? - Kate raised an enigmatic eyebrow, and Castle, supported by her arm, climbed out of the water, snorting like a walrus.

- By "tired," I usually mean something else," Castle dodged, lifting his goggles from the board and taking Kate's hand. - And I know where there are towels and water.

Naturally, that spot was under the elm tree, and while Beckett blotted her hair, Castle dragged a camping table closer to put fruit and water on it. And for the whole impromptu lunch, without uttering a word, they stared at each other, feeding off each other's hands and sighing secretly. Until they stretched out on their beds, and Beckett realized something was missing.

- Would you like some dessert, Castle? - and Kate pulled back the "cup" of her bra to reveal what she was hiding.

- It's hot now, I'll wait till tonight! - Rick joked nonchalantly, flashing his eyes. - It's not ice cream or chocolate, it won't melt in the sun.

- Oh, you're asleep, aren't you? - She teased him. - What do you have to do before tonight?

- Just daydream!" Rick retaliated as if to say the same thing to Kate, then put on his dapper sunglasses and leaned back on the chaise lounge.

In azure, nude top and tight as can be, cream shorts Beckett conjured up the evening table setting. While Castle was banging away at the buttons of her laptop, Kate drew up the evening's menu and now admired its incarnation. Because no one interfered or "helped," which meant absolute freedom of expression. And creativity. There were seafood and avocado salads, cheese and meat platters, an abundance of fruit, chocolate, and, of course, a bottle of THEIR favorite wine. Among other things, there were strawberries and cream waiting in the refrigerator, and Kate hoped she would get to it. And so did that container, whose contents Castle had been so stubbornly silent about. Well, never mind, she always knew how to wait, and this evening would be no exception.

- There we go! - frankly, Beckett was bursting with pride at her own diligence. - All that remained was to wait for the "star of the season..."

And Kate looked questioningly at the dainty wristwatch: she always wore it for such romantic evenings, while her father's massive gift was more suitable for harsh police routine. Yes, and even in that she had changed her priorities. So had her eating habits...

- Phew! - Not to choke on her saliva, Beckett swung over to the balustrade that encloses the summer veranda to enjoy the sunset: the hollowed orange ball was still hanging over the sea, casting its last rays along the surface, and a light night breeze was blowing in from the land, chasing it. It tangled in the treetops, rippled the pool, and swayed the lanterns that illuminated the terrace. And Beckett wasn't bored or cold, because she was warmed by love, real love, strong to the point of self-forgetfulness and intoxicating, like a shot of bourbon. The kind that happens in fairy tales, and now she had it-they had it...

- Damn it, Castle! - she even flinched when his arms went around her waist and his chin rested on her right shoulder. - You're gonna regret this one day!

- What, are you going to shoot me or break my legs?

- No, I'll rape her with a chocolate candle! - and Beckett flicked Castle on the tip of the nose, letting her know she wasn't even going to be angry. - And any size you want!

- Oh, my gods! Oh, that's a thought, by the way! - Rick relaxed his arms to remove the interfering clips from her hair and let her hair down according to his own preferences. Probably would have done something else too, but Beckett pouted her lips in a feigned caprice:

- I'm hungry! And stop killing the laptop, I guess, when there's something else to do!

- Hey! And I'm hungry, too! - And Castle tried to get under the top, but immediately got a playful slap on the wrist:

- All in good time, Castle! The more patient you are, the more fulfilling the evening will be!

- "All right," Rick said sourly, and pulled Kate by the elbow. - Then slay me at the table!

- Always!

They sat down so that they could see each other in the smallest detail, and, eating their hors d'oeuvres leisurely, struck up a distracted conversation. They joked, laughed, and were a little sad, but remembered only the good things. We were drinking wine, holding hands, and leaving the main topic of the evening for later.

The evening was wonderful, the wine had already gone to my head, and moths flew to the light. They fluttered in front of the lovers' faces, trying to fall into the glass, and frightenedly flew aside when a hand approached them...

- Yes... - Beckett gently took hold of her whiskey: her head was a little noisy. - So what did you want to tell me, Castle?

It was as if he had been waiting for this question: he picked himself up and instantly became serious.

- Today, yesterday, or when we first met?

- Yesterday. I thought you didn't finish that thought...

- Ah, yes... Only you were a little wrong... It's not a question of yesterday, it's an interest from the past.

- Whose past? - Her eyebrow went up characteristically and her hands reached for the wine. - Yours or mine?

- Ours, Kate, ours. Albeit in the early stages, but still from the common... - Castle gently intercepted Kate's hands and immediately shrank back like a misbehaving boy. What he was about to give out, in the old days could turn into trouble.

- You know... - Castle deliberately lowered his voice, and Beckett could barely hear him. She could only guess from the tenacious grip of his fingers that his emotions were ravaging him. - We'd been circling each other for so long, I couldn't help but repeat the same question: Where was the badge?

- What?" She rounded her eyes in bewilderment, and even unhooked one hand and made a fist with it. - What are you talking about now?

- That case... - Castle's face didn't move a muscle, but his eyes were abruptly twinkling. - The jewelry theft... You remember, I hope?

- Hmm," Beckett nibbled her lips thoughtfully, her gaze shifting from Castle's face to the empty glass. On the one hand, the question was clearly a trick. On the other hand, given their already more trusting relationship, Castle had tried to work out many of the obscure, non-obvious, and incomprehensible moments in the past, and Kate knew it. Like the fact that Rick didn't have to calculate her next move. Well, not to think of herself as the axis of the universe. And if the subject had so far faded to half a hint, it meant that there might well be a sequel in the future. And it is unlikely to be dull and insipid. Just like it is now. After all, Castle had saved his secret box for something, and he also covered it with beacons, like in a spy movie. And it was all funny and very, very interesting, and the result should be the same: their crazy, unbridled passion. So much so that the bed would be moving. So that the bed gets knocked over in a lump. So that in the end there is no strength left. Better the first at his place, as it had been dreamed of for years. So maybe fate is throwing her another chance...

- Okay, Castle. - Kate finally spoke up, squinting one eye. "Since you asked the fucking question, what's your next move?

- Whatever it is, you won't regret it! - And Rick made a martyr-beggar face. - You can trust me, can't you?

- Yeah. - Beckett tried to put on a nonchalant face, though all the possible spicy assumptions were already making the devils laugh inside, and the warmth between her thighs was growing. - And you want to surprise me, Castle?

And Beckett unhooked her other hand to cross them on her chest; independently she leaned back in the wicker chair, peering furtively at her lover, who, apparently interpreting that Beckett was closing himself off from him for some reason, suddenly snapped out of his seat. It came out confusedly, loudly, with the clinking of dishes and the scraping of the legs of his chair on the polished floorboards of the terrace. And it was a good thing Castle didn't see Beckett's restrained smile, which couldn't have been happier as the situation unfolded. The intrigue was unfolding as it should, and Kate watched and watched Castle until he was out of sight. And she was already hot and humid and would have loved to give herself to Rick right there by the balustrade or even on the table, but since their lives were made up of surprises, why should he be deprived now?

And Kate leaned back against the table, propping her chin with her hands together, and adopted the sad, brooding look that was another of her trademarks. It was the way she usually sat around waiting for her coveted coffee, the way she puzzled over the intricacies of the case or simply shut herself away. When she didn't want to see anyone, didn't want to talk to anyone, and didn't want to hear anyone's sympathy or condolences. And Castle, one of the few, subtly understood and felt her condition. That's why he was valued and loved...

- Open up!

Throwing languid stupor, Kate opened her eyes: unnoticed by Castle snuck up to her treasured box from the fridge and now stood at a distance, running his thumbs into the pockets of his shorts.

- What's that? - Beckett asked flatly, squinting at her beloved.

- Just open it! - His cheekbones blushed, and Kate could have sworn that it wasn't the wine that made them bloom.

She took the container in her hands and shook it gently: it was weightless, but there was something inside. It didn't dangle or clatter or make any other sound. The shape is more like a parcel bag or a jewelry case. But is it jewelry? No doubt she was ready to accept any, even the most amazing offering from him, but why did she keep thinking that was the point of the intrigue?

Kate searched her eyes for a knife, and Castle instantly handed her a corkscrew. With a sharp, curved tip, Beckett pinched the wrapper from the edge, and her attention was revealed a flat tin box, in which they usually sell candy. True, the design of the box was exclusive, just in their spirit: a gold monogram with printed sheets, a gun and two hearts on a background of twin towers. And their single signature word: "Always! " The surprise also came with a flat miniature key: a strip of duct tape taped to the bottom. And Beckett, looking at the box here and there, as if she delayed the inevitable moment of acquaintance with its contents. And Castle was clearly impatient, but he pulled himself together, and already in his seat he was sipping his wine a little faster than he usually did. And Beckett took pity on her lover: she inserted the key into the barely visible slot, and the lid swung open by itself.

- Oops... - just said Beckett, her mouth half-open in amazement. - I never would have guessed...

In front of her, on a corrugated gold backing, rows of police badges were stacked in indentations according to shape. Or rather, copies of badges, because they were the size of a dessert spoon, or a little bigger than a thumbnail. Moreover, the badges were copied from her own badge: the same clear detail, and the same believable color scheme. And without knowing why, Beckett licked the tip of her finger to run it over the figure. And she seemed to realize what was in front of her - her finger had become sticky and sticky.

- Are we in kindergarten? - she smiled cheerfully, encouragingly, tasting the clear sweetness on her tongue. - After all, it's not even jelly bears!

Castle was not embarrassed: he looked at Kate intently and openly.

- This is better, Kate, much better! - Castle clasped his hands in front of him and pulled his head into his shoulders as if he were gathering his thoughts. - It's caramelized chocolate. I ordered it from the Swiss shop. I wanted to surprise you...

- Well... surprised you... - and Beckett put a chocolate bar in her mouth. - Do you want me to arrest you again? Or is this something else?!

- Different! - Rick resolutely rose from his seat to give her a hand. - And don't forget the chocolate!

And she didn't immediately respond to his gesture, because she was fully immersed in the sensation: the caramel had melted in her mouth in an instant, and now her receptors were signaling to her brain how delicious and delicate the chocolate was. Without intrusive sweetness and excessive bitterness, with a pinch of cinnamon, zest, and cream, it was a treat that could be enjoyed endlessly, and understandably, it was all planned for two...

Beckett barely had time to slam the box and move away from the table, as Castle resolutely picked her up in his arms. He threw back the obstructing chair with his foot, pressed her so desired to himself, tearing off her lips bitterly kissed, and walked inside the house. Now that the conventions were stripped away, only passion remained.

The downstairs bedroom was at the end of the corridor, and everything was ready inside: a pleasant coolness, candles burning in the semi-darkness, and a bed disassembled for comfort. A refrigerator was built into the small bedside table for the drinks and ice cubes that were occasionally misused. There was a pleasant scent of incense with a faint hint of cherry in the air of the room, and music was playing just barely audible.

With Kate in his arms, Castle walked over to the bed and gently lowered his beloved onto it: Kate nibbled her lips in anticipation of the rich continuation. The soft, diffused light at the headboard allowed the expression on her face, and if it weren't for the impending intrigue, Castle would have tasted her signature blowjob by now.

Here Rick carefully took the chocolate from Beckett to set it on the nightstand and crouched on the bed beside her. Gently he lowered his hands to her flat belly and ran his hands down the side of her head, cupping her top. He slipped his hands over Kate's shoulders, pulled her shirt over her head, and Kate obeyed him willingly. She lay back on the pillow, pushing her hair down, and leaned forward on her elbows, pushing her pelvis up as he freed her from the rest of her clothes.

- What about you? - Beckett ducked her hand under his tank top, down to her abs, and pulled at the tie of her shorts: the knot came undone with a resilient squeak. And Castle, it turns out, too, "forgot" about his incomparable boxers: Beckett's hand felt the excited body...

- Here we go... - she sighed deeply and excitedly. - Did... are we... again... in our way again?

- No... - Castle intercepted her hand to kiss it from all sides, then parted his fingers and rustled his clothes.

- Well, now for the intrigue," Rick leaned forward, extending his hand, and Kate heard the lid of the box click. - I'll be placing chocolates on your body in hypothetical places... - Rick was speaking from somewhere high up, and Kate listened to him with her eyelids closed.

She smiled, ingeniously stroking his powerful thigh.

- Does your ego bother you?

- It's you that's bugging me! - The bed creaked under his weight, and Beckett felt the chill of his breath in her chest. - And I shall not be bored with you. It's time!

He covered her nipple with the chocolate and rubbed it thoroughly with his tongue.

- Sweet and tasty, chocolatey... How do you feel?

- My back hurts... - Beckett could barely manage a smile. - From wanting... And before I... go off on my own... join me, Castle...

- Always...

...he pulled her apart almost to the point of madness, and with every cell Kate wanted Rick inside her. And when his hot, throbbing cock entered her, Kate moaned and arched her back: it was so tight and rich and sensual. And each of his thrusts, fast as lightning, slow as a falling leaf, inflamed her love fever even more.

- Stronger, Castle... Harder... - She was grunting through clenched teeth, and Rick, without interrupting the action, dug into her tense nipple. He must have been lured in by the melted chocolate, and he tasted it: biting and pulling at the tender flesh, kneading and licking the elastic aureole, as if he were getting rid of the encumbrance; tracing one nipple to another, tickling the tip of it with his tongue. And Kate tossed under him with pleasure, moaning and shrieking, digging her nails into his back, and her legs behind his waist clutching his sides with incredible force...

The peak was close, Castle wheezed and hissed, and Kate, with her muscles, drove and drove him to the end, until Castle howled like a wild beast and collapsed on her whole mass.

Beckett's orgasm twisted, too, but she barely managed to get her breath back when she climbed out from under Castle, reaching into the box with her free hand.

- Я... careful... Rick... - Kate took the chocolate bar to the touch and, without hesitation, snuggled up to his groin.

His "rod" had already deflated and popped, and a spot was just forming under the skin. And before Castle knew it, the badge was already inside, and Beckett's hot tongue and lips had begun their magic.

Yes, this was Kate's finest hour: she licked and licked the sweet chocolate with the spicy taste of cum. The tip of her tongue penetrated every slightest crevice, and after a while the already seemingly exhausted Castle felt a new hot wave in his groin. It wasn't exactly unexpected, but very, very pleasant. It was disconcerting. Sweating and cramping his muscles. And Beckett had gotten a taste for it: as soon as the chocolate saliva dived down her throat and Kate knew the treat was over, she pulled out the next badge. And she worked, worked with her tongue until her jaws ached. But the effect was already there: Castle's cock had risen before her like a Phoenix from the ashes, and fondling it was a matter of technique. Kate's dexterous fingers went to work: they expertly massaged the scrotum while her mouth pleasured the shaft. And then Castle shuddered, growled, shrieked, arched, and shot his stream into Kate's face. She collected the secret from her cheek, licked her fingers one by one, glancing at Castle: his torso glistened like oiled, vibrating finely, while Rick himself stared dumbly before him, unable to move. Finally, before he passed out, he squeezed Kate's hand languidly.

"And yet, Castle, I made you!" and an overflowing Beckett stretched beside her with benign emotion. She herself barely moved her fingers, too, a whimper at the corners of her mouth, but her heart rejoiced, and her soul calmed...

They awoke toward noon, and the feeling on their bodies was not the best: the bed was covered in chocolate and more, sticking to them and in folds between them.

Castle hissed first. He saw the brown stains on Kate's chest, and made a sly grimace.

- I don't think all the badges have played their part yet. What do you think?

She looked up through half-closed eyelids, wiggled her back on the bed, made herself comfortable, and spread her arms relaxed.

- Fuck me already, Castle... - Kate's voice was sleepy and even a little pleading. - And don't forget... our policy is more action... less words.

And Rick rolled over Kate, licking chocolate smears from her body, and burst into her roughly and without prolonged foreplay, so that his beloved screamed at full voice and wiggled her pelvis, bringing the peak closer...

Already in the shower, washing the sweet from all the intimate places, Castle stared at Beckett with a tense, thoughtful look: she had just turned on the Charcot shower and now leisurely danced under the jets, exposing now her breasts, now her back.

- What, Castle? - Beckett noticed that Rick, soaping his stomach, froze in the same position with a washcloth in his hands. - Any other ideas?

- N-no... - Rick shook his head desperately and even unconsciously put the washcloth to his mouth, but then he grimaced unimaginably, spitting up and coughing. - Still: where was your badge?

"Jess!" Beckett made a triumphant gesture mentally, and said nonchalantly aloud:

- Why do you need to know that, Castle? Besides to satisfy your hypothetical shrewdness, or just to stick it into the plot?

- Just curious... - and Rick scratched the back of his head with a washcloth.

- Simple? - And Beckett raised an enigmatic eyebrow. - It was never simple between us, and it won't be now. So why don't you give me a back rub?