Author's Notes: This may be the longest thing I've ever written. In Microsoft Word it's 24 pages long. I wanted to write their entire date at her apartment in one chapter instead of dividing it up. This took about a month to finish (besides its length, I had quite a number of busy days). And then it took another month for me to post – sorry about that.
I ran a poll on my Twitter asking if readers wanted John Woo Night to end with sexytimes. I did not intend to write sexytimes. I also did not intend for this fic-within-a-fic to have more than 2 chapters. The poll resulted in close to 90 percent of voters wanting sexytimes. So this is for you and all the smut fans.
Readers, there's your warning. This is rated M for sex.
Kate stands at her open wardrobe pondering whether to change her outfit. She has on a pair of comfy blue jeans and a gray NYPD t-shirt. Nothing fancy. Not that she needs something fancy on. She isn't planning on going out, but she thinks she should look dressier for her boyfriend. Boyfriend! It sounds so strange to her but at the same time wonderful. She knows he won't care about what she has on, but… Eyeing a purple chiffon top with short sleeves, she grabs it and peels off her t-shirt. She considers switching bras but figures she could change later as a surprise for him.
She changes pants too, opting for black jeans, and checks her watch. He should be here any minute. The butterflies flutter again, and she tells herself there's nothing to be nervous about. It's just Castle. She ducks into her bathroom to check herself out. She puts on some light makeup and lip balm and fluffs up her hair. She spent some time using the curling iron a little while ago. Walking out into her living space, she isn't sure what to do with herself. She starts in the kitchen but ends up on her couch. A minute later she's in her office space. She can't sit still and is walking back to the kitchen when she hears knocking.
Rick felt a slightly nervous before he left, being vague to his mother and daughter about where he was going but assuring them he'll be safe and not to worry. He also informed them he wouldn't be home tonight and that he'll tell them why soon enough. He too fussed over his appearance and changed shirts a couple times. He settled on a collared crimson shirt and black pants. He fidgeted the entire cab ride as his writer's brain conjured up what could happen between him and Kate next. He then lost himself in her, starting with her lips and the feel of her kiss. He didn't notice making the dopey facial expression in the cab, but soon enough the driver had to disrupt his imagination once they arrived at her apartment building.
He now stands outside her door, knocking and trying to temper his nerves with a few deep breaths. Once she opens the door with a smile, his insides stir up a frenzy of emotions. Wow, she's more beautiful than ever. She's radiant.
"Hey," she says, gazing at him with love in her eyes.
"Hi. I, uhm, couldn't show up without something for you. So I brought wine." He holds up the bottle of red wine in his right hand.
"Good thinking." She moves to allow him inside, and he shuts the door behind him. She reaches behind him to lock it. "I can take your bag if you want. And you can open the wine."
He doesn't take his eyes off her. "Yeah, sure. Here…" He hands over his bag, and she takes it to her bedroom. As he's busy with the wine, he remembers that he's never seen her bedroom. She's thinking about how he'll see it for the first time and that she wants to show it to him. It's kind of a big deal even though it's something so simple. Now isn't the time, though.
As he finishes pouring the wine, she saunters up and hugs him from behind. Their height difference has her pressing her cheek into his back. He lets out a soft moan. "We are quite the pair, Castle," she comments.
"Hmm, normally I would agree, but I'm curious as to why you're saying that."
"We're both wearing black, and our shirt colors go well together. We match." She pulls back so she can see his face as he turns. He chuckles lightly, glancing at her. "How did we do that," he asks, handing her a wine glass.
"It's a mystery," she answers, taking a sip.
"Or fate. It's another thing that proves we should be together." He sips from his glass.
"Oh, really?" Instead of rolling her eyes and refusing his beliefs, she indulges in his imagination. "What other proof is there?"
"Oh, there's plenty. We have a rich history, Beckett. We finish each other's sentences already. We can read each other. We've saved each other. We worked well together when we were handcuffed. The list goes on." He slides an arm around her and takes another sip.
His last example makes her laugh, remembering their time facing a ferocious tiger – something neither could have predicted. "That tiger was something, huh?"
"Sure was. Made me not want to visit a zoo for a while."
She laughs again before drinking more of her wine. "I really didn't mind being cuffed to you," she admits sincerely.
"You secretly liked it?" His hand lightly caresses her lower back.
She bites her bottom lip and replies, "Maybe."
"You know I liked it. And I suggest we try it again in a safer, cleaner, and more comfortable setting."
Now she's blushing, and she can't control it. "Wow, Castle… We haven't even… uhm… done anything without the cuffs."
"My mind travels all over the place. You know that very well."
"I do." She loses herself in his gaze for a few moments. "Are you hungry?"
"Not for food," he confesses, his eyes trailing over her body.
"Castle," she scolds. She smacks his hand that's resting on the island close to her.
"Oww! Beckett! It's too soon in our relationship for you to be abusing me."
She tries not to chuckle, but she can't help it. She's feeling less reserved around him already. "Could you answer my question," she asks with adorable puppy eyes.
"How can I resist that face? I had a sandwich and some chips not that long ago, so I'm fine. How about you?"
"I had a bowl of tomato basil soup, so I'm good too. For now."
"Good," he responds, sipping more wine. "Our stomachs won't get in the way, and we can focus on each other."
"Yeah," she replies in a whisper, smiling. She grabs one of his hands, leading him out of the kitchen. His hand is so soft and warm in hers, and it is such a comfort to her. "Have a seat." She gestures to the couch, retreating back to the island to pour more wine for them.
He sits and watches her. "Have I told you how beautiful you look?"
She fails in hiding her smile. "No…not today." She bites her lip and brings their glasses over to the coffee table. She joins him on the couch, sitting as close as she can without being on his lap. He reaches for her hand and brings it to his puckered lips. She shivers with the excitement of possibly feeling his lips elsewhere on her body.
"I'm probably going to tell you every day," he says softly, laying another kiss on her hand. "You're beautiful."
She isn't sure how to respond at first. She's not use to such devotion. She rests her head on his shoulder and mutters, "You won't hear me complaining."
"I certainly hope not." He holds her hand on his thigh. She lets out a light moan of contentment, and he says, "So…uhh… Here we are." It shouldn't be this hard to talk to her. He's a wordsmith, and he seems to never shut up, especially when he's around her. But here he is feeling silly at his loss of conversation.
"Yeah," she responds, "We're… Here. Together." She is puzzled by his lack of vocabulary, especially since in the kitchen they threw the banter around like normal. She chooses to be open and, lifting her head, flat-out asks, "Are you nervous? Or uncomfortable? You're usually better at the talking than I am."
"Maybe a little nervous? I don't know. I don't know what's wrong with me. I guess…" He turns towards her and stares into her eyes. "Maybe I don't want to risk saying the wrong thing? I don't want to mess this up. This…" He holds up their joined hands. "This is new."
She gives him a warm smile for reassurance. "It is new. I'm a little nervous too. But we are still us. And I don't believe you'll do anything to mess things up." She clutches his wine glass, handing it to him. "Here… The wine helps."
He gulps down the liquid assistance and agrees, "Yes, it does."
She keeps her eyes on him as she drinks from her glass and sets it back down. "You know what also helps," she asks, watching him place his glass beside hers. He spies the hint of mischief in her eyes and answers, "What?"
She lays a hand on his neck, dragging him closer to her. "This," she murmurs before meeting him in a kiss. He instantly moans and brings a hand to cradle her jaw. His lips are so soft and warm against hers. She doesn't know how she managed so long without kissing him.
She feels his tongue gently swipe across her lips, and she moans as she opens to him. Their tongues connect in her mouth, making both of them moan louder. He tastes sweetness and the wine on her and tries committing this experience to memory.
Eventually they require more air. He lets her go, and she's breathless. "Yeah…that helps too," he states, catching his breath. "Maybe we should do more of that."
"I like doing that," she admits with a smirk. With that, he pulls her into another kiss, which makes her start to laugh. The moment their lips touch, she places all her energy into kissing him. This is taking her back to her teen years when kissing itself was so new and exciting. She feels so alive and thinks she could kiss him like this every single day without tiring of it. He's feeling much the same way. He's planning to kiss her every day for the rest of their lives. He doesn't know how he lasted so long without feeling her kiss, especially after he had a taste during that "dumb idea" when they had to save Esposito and Ryan. Now that he's had it again, he can't imagine not kissing her. He'll need it every day to live.
The passion between them is erupting as their tongues dance; their moans increase; the heat rises between them, and the tingles of sexual arousal spread through their bodies. He is losing himself to her; all he wants is her. She cannot get enough of him and tries pulling him closer without lying on the couch. She feels his hands sneak under her blouse, and just as she's about to make him stop, his mouth abandons hers for her neck. "Oh god," she whispers, feeling more aroused by his lips caressing and sucking lightly on her neck.
He pauses to ask, "You like that?"
"Yes," she mutters, trying to catch her breath. He smirks and starts to dive back for more, but she pushes him away and holds him at arm's length. "Relax" is all she says.
He's confused by her actions and retorts, "That's what I'm trying to do."
"I mean…cool down," she states, letting her hands fall off him and leaning against the back of her couch.
"Ohhkay…" He leans as well, still turned to her, wondering why the hell she stopped when there seemed to be no reason to. He's giving her some breathing room, but his mind won't shut up. Does she not want to…? Is she nervous about it? Is there something wrong that I don't know about?
Her mind is rambling too. Oh god…I hope he doesn't think I don't want him. I do. More than he knows. I'm not rejecting him. Why the hell did I have to stop? She glances anxiously at him, hoping he breaks the silence first. She doesn't have a good reason for pushing him away, and she hopes he questions it using more than only one word.
He does just as she hoped for. "Why are we cooling down, Kate?" He gazes all around the room, even behind the couch (which puzzles her) and then locks eyes with hers. "We are alone. We are two consenting adults. We've known each other for about 4 years. We obviously enjoy kissing. So…what's wrong with going further?"
She takes a breath. "I honestly don't know, Rick. Something intuitive made me put a stop to it. And it's not that I don't want to. I want you more than anything." At this confession a small smile forms on his face, but the concern is still there. "Are you nervous about it," he interrupts.
"I don't know. Maybe? I shouldn't be. I've had sex more times than I can count. And I'm sure you have too. So, we're both experienced. There's nothing to be scared of in that sense." She pauses, and he can tell she's trying to figure this out. "I guess… I guess it's because of how close we are. I want our first time to be…for lack of a better word…special." She cringes and adds, "Ahh, that sounds so corny and juvenile." His face relaxes as he now understands her.
"I feel the same way," he says seriously.
"You do?" Of course he does. He's a romantic.
"Yeah. I've imagined it so many times, and now there is the very real possibility that it will happen… Of course I want it to be special. Memorable. I also don't want to disappoint you."
"I don't want to disappoint you either."
"I think we're probably overthinking this," he infers, placing his hand on top of hers on her knee.
"Yeah. I feel so silly for stopping you." She shakes her head, glancing down at their hands briefly.
"Whatever happens will happen, and we should just relax and enjoy it. Enjoy each other. We already excel at the kissing part, so that means it can only get better from there, right?" He smirks and gives her a wink. This gets her to crack a smile. "Right," she responds.
He continues, "We can do something to make to special."
God, he's so wonderful. "Yeah?"
"Absolutely. If you'd like that. I mean, is there something you had in mind?" He's willing to go with the flow for her happiness and comfort.
"Hmm. Well… I pictured a bed. Either yours or mine. And candles would make it more romantic, even though that's cheesy and what they do on TV."
"I like candles. My god, you would look so sexy in candlelight." His eyes peruse her body as his imagination wanders. She can't stop herself from biting her lip and blushing. "Anything else," he inquires.
She doesn't want to ruin the surprise of her wearing something salacious for him, so she answers, "I don't think so. Is there something you had in mind?"
He shakes his head 'no'. "All I need is you. Though, a bed would be the most comfortable location. And perfect for snuggling afterwards."
"My bed is comfortable."
"Oh yeah?" His fingertips make circles on her hand.
"I think so, and you would look sexy in it." Her boldness has gratefully returned.
"Mmmm, you slay me with your words." He feels the heat returning.
"Ohh, I knew that without you telling me. Known it for years." She giggles. Giggles! She actually giggled. She amuses him, and he's never felt so in love with anyone before.
He thinks back to all those times she used her words against him and left him as a puddle of bumbling, infatuated mush. "Katherine Beckett, you little minx!" He comes at her, his fingers roaming around and grabbing at her to tickle her. She laughs up a storm since she's quite ticklish. She ends up lying on the couch, feeling helpless, and he feels success in finally discovering a way to power over her. He's laughing with her, and eventually her pleas for him to stop wear him down. "Okay… I'll stop…" His hands transition to a gentle petting of her sides over her shirt. Their faces are inches apart, and her eyes involuntarily flick to his lips and back to his eyes. The tension between them is soaring high, and they can feel it.
"If I kissed you right now, I don't think I could stop," he whispers.
Her mind is encouraging her to reply with: Then don't stop. But they discussed her bed mere minutes ago, and she feels conflicted. Seeing her hesitation, he drags her up with him and scoots a few inches away from her, reaching for his glass to finish the wine in it.
She mirrors him by finishing her wine and wonders what they should do to avoid unleashing their pent-up lust on the couch. "It's too bright from the windows to enjoy any candlelight," she states softly.
"I know." He sighs, feeling sexually frustrated.
"Castle, I don't want to make you wait. We both know I've made you wait for me for years. There's no reason to wait for this, no reason to put this on hold."
"Kate, it's fine. We can watch TV and cuddle here as the remaining daytime passes by. Then maybe we can order dinner? I'm just happy to be here with you no matter what we're doing. Whatever you want to do, we can do."
"That's not fair. To either of us." She faces him. "What I want to do…is you. The candles can wait."
He's trying to stifle his excitement. "We can light the candles later." His eyes flick to her parted lips.
"Then stay here." She stands and starts heading to her bedroom while keeping an eye on him. "I will be right back. I promise this is worth waiting for."
Rick Castle was never a patient man. It's part of the child persona within him. But for her, he can wait. He's proved it already. He has inkling as to what she's doing, and he's delighted that she cares enough to still do something special after postponing the candles. She's thought about this just as much as I have. Oh, Beckett…what other sexy secrets are you hiding from me?
Kate already knows what she's changing into. She figured it out before he arrived. I know it won't stay on for long, but seeing his reaction will be so worth it. She considered a purple option but went with a black thin-strap thing that covers her breasts and a few inches beneath in lace and the rest of her in sheer, which hides nothing. It brings attention to her breasts and has a little ribbon tied in a bow between them. The length doesn't quite cover her whole rear-end. She wears the matching sheer G-string underneath and wonders if that's a little too much. This is Castle I'm dressing for. Who cares if the panties reveal everything? He'll love it. She dabs a bit of perfume on her wrists and neck and allows herself a few moments of silent squealing – excitement written all over her face. So many times she's imagined Castle in her bed. So many times he's invaded her dreams. Years ago she would have shot him for stepping into her bedroom, and now she's about to invite him in. She takes a few breaths to calm herself and grabs her favorite cream-colored robe that reaches just above her knees. She wants to share this private space of hers before giving him a heart attack with her lingerie.
Rick checks his watch for only the second time. If she takes any longer, I'm going in there. He thinks that but knows he wouldn't dare mess up her plans. He knows whatever she's doing is for him and for them. He tries to imagine what her bedroom looks like and also, for the umpteenth time, what she looks like under her clothes. So much anticipation is built up within him. He thinks he's living a dream right now, and he doesn't want to wake up.
She exits her bedroom, waltzing out to him, their eyes connecting once he spots her. She holds out her hands, and he grasps them as she helps him stand in front of her. Staring into her eyes, he could say something about her robe or about wanting her. She could say something about showing her bedroom or about feeling ready. They don't speak. No words are needed. He lets her lead him with both hands to her bedroom doorway without breaking eye contact.
She enters, and he's watching her from the entryway. She has to disrupt the quiet. "Castle. Could you stop staring at me for a minute and look around?" He says nothing as he peruses her shelves, knickknacks, wall hangings, furniture, and anything else he can see from the doorway. He spots his overnight bag on a dusty pink armchair. He feels honored to be standing here and yet anxious. She has threatened to shoot him in the past.
"You can come in, you know," she encourages him with a smile.
"I like the décor," he says, gazing around. He eyes the bed, admiring the blue comforter. Her style seems similar to his; they'd blend well if they lived together. "Your apartment has character, and I like your style."
She grins. "Thank you. Now…come here." She stands at the side of her bed, motioning with her finger.
"Hmmmm…no. Not until I see what's under the robe. Not that I don't like it. It's lovely. But surely, there's something lovelier underneath." He waggles his eyebrows. She rolls her eyes, not even bothering to hide her amusement. "You think you're clever, don't ya?" She's untying her robe, and his breathing hitches. He doesn't know how he speaks the words, but he retorts, "I know I am."
"Mmhm" is her response, and she drags her robe open, shoving it to the floor.
I can't breathe. I literally can't breathe. Help me! His eyes are glued to her lingerie-clad body. Lace! Sheer! My god, this perfect woman… If this is how I die, then I die a happy man. His body temperature is rising, and he feels tight in his pants. He's frozen in place, and it's obvious to her that he loves her lingerie, but still she asks coyly, "So… You like it?"
His mouth hangs open to finally let in some air, and he nods a 'yes'. "Uh huh."
"I'd show you the backside, but then you may disintegrate. And I really don't want that to happen."
"But…but… Now you have to show me."
"Oh, do I," she asks seductively. He nods, and she continues, "Do you really want to see?" He nods enthusiastically again. "Okay then…" She turns around and hears him struggling to breathe, which results in coughing. She grins to herself, feeling good about her appearance. She eases onto her bed and kneels facing him. "You okay," she asks.
"Yeah. It's just… That outfit… Wow!"
She smirks. "You look a little flustered, Castle. And overdressed. Come here so I can take your shirt off."
He is drawn in by her sexy tone, and once he's standing in front of her, their eyes lock. He could be gazing down her cleavage, but his eyes remain on hers, and it melts her insides. Her hands glide up the center of his body to the top button of his shirt, and his eyes flick to her parted lips. She slowly works on his buttons and whispers hotly, "Kiss me. And this time… Don't stop."
His lips connect with hers instantly, and a part of him wants to slow down and take his time with her, but the pent-up passion residing inside him since he met her is flooding his control. He kisses her like he never wants to stop, like he needs it to live. Her mouth opens to him, and she's kissing him with the same intensity. She has the same pent-up need for him, and she's relieved to finally release it. They're relieved to finally indulge in their passion beyond kissing.
Her fingers, meanwhile, continue their work on his shirt buttons. Neither of them is sure how she can multi-task right now, but she finishes her mission and tugs his shirt from his pants. He abruptly breaks the kiss and catches his breath, anticipating her next move. He watches her face as she opens his shirt and freely stares at all his gorgeous skin. He grabs hold of his shirt from her and finishes removing it. Her fingers explore his abs and up his torso, against his nipples, and over his shoulders. The only word she can muster is: "Sexy." Her lips are on his again, resuming their urgent pace, and she presses her fingers to the back of his neck, holding him in the kiss.
Moans continue to arise from them both, and his hands glide up her back, feeling her though the lace. He allows one hand a chance to explore down her back to her bottom, squeezing a cheek through the sheer material. He hears the enthusiastic moan of approval from her and squeezes some more.
She relinquishes her grasp on him to trail down his body and work on undoing his black pants. He seizes this opportunity to spread his passion to her neck: kissing; licking; and sucking her skin to both their likings. He doesn't do anything rough enough to leave any marks, sensing she would shoot him if he did. "Ohh, Rick," she gasps softly. He inhales the scent of her perfume and believes it suits her and blends well with her natural scent. Her hands finish with his pants and dip inside the back to feel his bottom. She loves the deep moan he releases. As his lips are still busy on her neck, she murmurs hotly in his ear, "Your pants need to come off." She begins pushing them down. The boxers move too, and he pulls back to help her discard his remaining obstacles. He stumbles, making her chuckle, as he removes everything, including his shoes and socks, ungracefully though as swift as possible.
He stands further from her to let her check him out. He even does a slow spin so she can see his full backside, which she appreciates. "Show off," she teases, licking her parted lips and biting her bottom lip.
"We both know you like what you see," he quips, hoping she'll say more.
She smirks and winks, and he rushes back to her. He almost claims her mouth again, but he presses his forehead to hers and glances down while his hands glide over her lacy and sheer torso. "Now you are overdressed." His voice stirs her up, and she can't help but moan. Lifting his head to gaze clearly into her eyes, he sees them darker than ever with lust. "Maybe you should help me with that," she whispers.
He moans, and his eyes travel over her body, imagining what's underneath, until they hit her cleavage. He leers at the swells of her breasts but soon notices the rough patch of skin between them. How did I not notice before? Her bullet scar… His expression changes, and she instantly knows what he's discovered. She's felt insecure about her scars from the shooting a year ago, and no one has seen them except doctors and nurses. She takes a deep breath to calm her nerves. If anyone should see them, it's Castle. She brings a hand up to tug on her the lace where the bow is, showing him the entire scar. "I hated it for a long time. A part of me still does. Now I'm kind of use to it and seeing it in the mirror, but…" She shakes her head, trying not to relive the memories. "It's a reminder of that day and of my struggles afterwards."
"Kate…" His gaze returns to her eyes. "It's a symbol. It means you're alive and that you're a survivor. It's a symbol for your badass-ery. It's also a reminder of the first time I told you I love you."
She gives him a smile and tells him, "You can touch it. Doesn't hurt." As he lifts a hand and trails a couple fingers over her scar gently, she confesses, "I've never shown my scars to anyone before."
He feels honored, and the love he has for her is written on his face. "You said scars. Plural."
"My surgical scar on my left side. It's more faded than the bullet scar." His eyes lock onto hers. For the first time he feels her skin under the lingerie, and soon his fingers trace the scar he finds. He wonders internally if she doubts her beauty because of these markings. "You know that you're more beautiful to me than ever before?"
She tries to joke, using his usual coping mechanism, "Hmm because I let my hair grow?"
"I'm serious. Scars and all, Kate." His arms wrap around her, and hers make their way up his back. She loses herself in his eyes, feeling so fortunate to have this man in her life. "I hope this is my last first time," she admits in a whisper before kissing him again and bringing him down onto the bed with her.
She throws a leg around him, wanting to keep him there. She has to loosen her grip once he's kissing down her body, reaching the V of her cleavage. She watches him plant a few gentle kisses on her scar and feels overcome with emotion. This amazing man loves me for everything I am – flaws and all. His eyes find hers as he presses one more kiss to her scar, and she tries not to get teary-eyed. But of course he notices, and she sees the concern on his face. She shakes her head to tell him not to worry and whispers, "How do I deserve you?"
"You simply do. You deserve everything good and everything you want in this world." His lips explore her chest, and his tongue plays at the hem of her lingerie along her breasts. After getting emotional, she's feeling the heat and tension again. "Dammit, Castle, do you really think now is the time to tease?" She hates to complain, but she can't handle the slow pace he's started.
"Are you trying to boss me around in bed, Beckett?" He shakes his head, not wanting to let her be bossy. But she's so good at it. And it's hot.
"Oh, you haven't even seen bossy yet," she teases in a filthy, sexy tone.
He swears he feels himself hardening more, which he didn't think was possible. He's at full attention for her, and he craves her more than anything. His dark, domineering tone sends tingles straight to her core: "I will tease later. As much as I want. You've been warned." He swears he hears her say "fuck" on an exhale, and he has to kiss her, their mouths open and dancing together once more. His hands travel up her body to her breasts, feeling her through the lace, much to her enjoyment. He reluctantly stops kissing her to watch her reaction when he slips a hand inside to fondle her bare breast. Her eyes flicker shut as she gasps, moans, and mutters his name. He loves how "Rick" sounds from her gaspy voice. He thumbs her hard nipple, causing her eyes to shoot back open with a sharp gasp from her mouth. Damn, she really loves this.
His lips wander her chest again and reach the swell of her left breast while his fingers tug the straps off her shoulders. He had the idea to ease his mouth onto her breast while removing the nightie, but he wants to watch her become bare right before his eyes. He lifts his head and sits up, his hands busy gliding the black down her body. He fumbles with it at her knees, distracted by all her glorious skin. Off of her, he tosses it to the floor and then trails his fingers up her thighs to toy with the g-string strap at her waist. His eyes are all over her, and she waits for his verbal response. He spots her surgical scar before telling her, "This is more proof. You're so damn beautiful, Kate."
"Now you've told me three times today," she muses with a smile. "Not that I'm fishing for compliments – that's your job – but any words other than beautiful?" She arches an eyebrow and bends her knees, which widens her legs. His gaze follows her legs and zeroes in between them before finding her eyes. "Sexy. Definitely sexy. And hot as all hell."
"Hmm, you sure know how to make a woman feel desired," she says without any hint of sarcasm.
"And here I thought my erection did that already," he jokes.
"Oh, it did." Her eyes flick to his groin. "It definitely did." She arches her eyebrows suggestively.
"You're going to be the death of me, Katherine Beckett." He dives back onto her, planting one quick hot kiss to her lips before kissing down her body to her right breast. She moans instantly, arching her body to him as he flicks and laves her nipple with his brilliant tongue. "Oh god," she calls out when he sucks on her. He kisses across to her left breast, inflicting the same perfect pleasure. Licking and sucking elicit more moans from her, and he's taking note of how much she loves this. He slides a hand up her thigh to her panties, cupping her and rubbing her right where she craves the friction. Now the noises escaping her mouth don't stop; she can't control them. He's enjoying how vocal she is. He lifts his head to see the pleasure on her face. Damn, if that's not the hottest thing I've ever seen!
She groans in frustration, wanting direct contact and wanting him inside her. He reads her mind: "Not enough for you?" He stops his ministrations to peel her panties off of her, moaning at the sight of her fully revealed to him.
"Enough foreplay. I need you," she attempts in a stern voice but sounds raspy.
"Bossy again," he remarks.
"Riiiiick," she moans, sitting up and throwing an arm around him. "I know you need me too," she whispers huskily, laying a hand on his manhood and stroking him. She sets a steady pace and is gentle with him as he loses himself to her erotic touch. Mmmm he's so large. "Fuck, Kate," he gasps. She kisses him and drags him back onto the bed with her, releasing her grip on him.
He kisses her passionately and teases her with his erection. "Mmm… Do we (kiss) have (kiss) protection?" They kiss some more before she can answer, "Yes…don't worry…" Their eyes lock. "I have an IUD in me, and I'm clean. But I have condoms just in case."
He looks a little surprised by the IUD but understands it's a great option for single women not wanting to risk getting pregnant. "Ohh…good," he replies, "I'm clean too. And I may have brought some condoms."
"Good. So we have that taken care of," she says, locking her fingers together on his upper back. They maintain eye contact as they take a moment, internally reminding themselves that this moment is real and not in their dreams. The love they have for one another beams from their eyes. No words are needed now. She hooks her legs over his, and he slowly eases inside her. They both gasp with pleasure, anticipation, and relief.
She has to disrupt the silence: "It's been a while for me."
He cautiously moves in and out of her, wanting her to be comfortable. "For me too. How's it feel for you?"
She waits a few moments before she answers, basking in the feel of his movements. "Really fucking good. You can go faster."
He's pleased to hear that and is more than happy to pick up the pace. As she moves with him, their gasps and cries rise in quantity. He calls her name, thrusting a little harder, and she responds, "Yes! Ohh Rick!" Hearing his name from her now encourages him, and he snakes a hand between them to make sure she'll fall over the edge with him. She makes a louder sound and calls out the F word, and they move faster together.
Naturally, their first time would not last long. Too quickly they each feel on the verge of ecstasy. While they have gone through so much since they first met, their bodies have been ready and eager for this. It seems like the right time for this to happen, though, because they are in love, and that emotion escalates everything they're experiencing right now. They're finally joined together, being as physically intimate as two people can be, and it's a ride they don't want to get off of.
Her fingernails pierce his back, making him groan, and she whimpers his name over and over and over – a sign she's about to break. He sneaks in a sloppy kiss and groans at the pressure he feels from her womanly walls. "Kate…oh Kate…" As she falls apart with his name on her lips, he can't help but study her face, believing this is the most gorgeous she's ever appeared to him. Her walls are gripping him again, and he loses focus, feeling his own imminent rupture.
He's panting loudly and calling out her name as he's bursting inside her. His mind works just enough for him to cease his fingers on her, and as he rides out his pleasure, it's her turn to focus on him. She's still on a high but studies him intently, thrilled to see how much her lover has enjoyed this. His eyes land on hers for mere seconds before he crashes to her neck, breathing heavily onto her skin. Her legs loosen their grip on him, and she fights to breathe.
Lying on top of her for a minute, she doesn't want him to move even though he's crushing her. He reads her mind again; coming to his senses, he suddenly jerks his head up and ends their union by easing off of her. He lies on his back and glances over at her, silently questioning if she'll join him and snuggle. She flashes a smile and scoots against him, laying her head on his chest and a hand on his shoulder. She throws a leg over him, and he brings a hand to her thigh. He wraps his other arm around her, moaning with content at having her so close after they've shared something so wonderful.
"Wow, Castle," she murmurs, just loud enough for him to hear.
"Amazing," he exhales.
The heat from their bodies is a little too much, but neither of them cares. Neither wants to move. They bask in the silence while their bodies settle and their breathing returns to normal. She moans when he begins caressing her thigh. She plants a few soft kisses to his chest, causing him to moan. They spend a few more minutes snuggling without any words, letting their bodies continue to recover.
Her fingers map him, gliding down his arm and back up and roaming anywhere she can reach. Hot damn, his biceps are large too. She didn't get to explore him with her mouth, so her lips do some wandering around his chest. Her kisses become more and more urgent and eventually trail his neck. His moans only encourage her, and she sucks on him almost enough to leave a mark. He doesn't try to stop her, and he feels the stirrings of arousal again, which surprises him. She's feeling it too, inside her, and pauses to ask, "How's your stamina?"
"Usually not this good." One of his hands feels up her rear.
She moves on top of him and can feel his growing erection against her. She smirks but refrains from remarking something about her being special. She doesn't need the ego boost.
Both feel the tingles of arousal from her body being pressed to his. Her breasts crushed against him have him craving her again. Her mouth continues exploring his chest, and she flicks a nipple with her tongue to see if he likes that attention. His gasp informs her to do that again, which she does. She makes sure his other one receives the same attention, and he makes more delighted sounds.
Her lips travel down his torso, and her tongue roams over his happy trail. "I assume your stamina is good," he chimes in while trying to remember to breathe.
"Mmhmm. It's very good," she answers, sitting up and straddling him. Her fingers wrap around his manhood, stroking him to his full potential. "God…Kate," he calls out. She moans and uses her bedroom voice: "That is good stamina." She aligns him with her and uses him to rub herself. He's mesmerized by her but fights to keep his eyes open as he feels pleasure from it too. "Mmmm," she moans, "Just had to…"
"Yeah." His eyes rake over her, and he whispers, "So hot."
She eases herself onto him, and they both groan from this connection that is still new to them. "Oh my god," she whispers.
"You feel…" He doesn't finish his sentence and instead groans deeply as she begins moving her hips. He meets her with his own thrusts, and his hands grip her thighs. They keep the pace steady at first, savoring their union and allowing their still-recovering bodies to adjust. A minute later, though she's moving faster, and he's right there with her matching her thrusts and her moans with his own. He exclaims the F word and focuses on the way her body is undulating over him. This is better than how I imagined. She's a sexual goddess. He thrusts harder into her, making her use the F word. As much as he's enjoying the show, he has to cover her breasts with his hands, fondling them, which causes more sounds to stream from her. She leans down to kiss him sloppily, and they feel the tension building.
Neither can believe they're doing this again so soon. Rick usually needs more time while Kate can usually endure more. Neither had had sex in months (closer to a year), so it's no wonder they're on edge and eager for a second round. They both love sex, and it's even better with each other. As she kisses him with ardor, she feels one of his hands slip between her legs. He feels where they're connected for a couple moments before sliding his hand around to grip her hip. She releases more moans, and he keeps his other hand on her left breast.
A part of him wants to keep her in the kiss, relishing in the way their mouths move together while their rhythm stays in tact. The intensity is too much for them, and their lips part for them to take in more air and release louder cries. She sits up, and he brings both hands to her waist, guiding her up and down on him. He's staring at her riding him intently and murmurs, "Fuck, Kate… Not much longer."
She leans back with her hands gripping his knees behind her, and he scoots up with the pillows providing support for his back. Instead of lying flat on his back, he's leaning against the pillows and thrusting harder into her. The angle change gives her more friction where she needs it most, and her sharp cries express her delight. "I'm…almost," she pants, feeling herself approaching the edge. Her walls start squeezing him, and he's nearing the edge with her. Both thought round two would last longer.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god… RICK!" In the next instant she's spiraling into ecstasy, her body spasming with release. She looks even more gorgeous than the first time. He's watching her, feeling himself about to erupt, and when she clamps around him again, he's a goner. Her name falls from his mouth multiple times while he rides out his rapture. God, he's so hot when he comes. This is more intense than the first round (their louder cries prove it) but both are grateful they didn't have the use condoms for either round. The feel of skin-on-skin heightens their climax.
She gradually slows down on him, and he loosens his grip on her while ceasing his thrusts. She's ready to collapse, sure that he wouldn't mind her crashing onto him. She stays right where she is a few moments longer, simply sitting and savoring the feel of him buried inside her as she catches her breath. He watches her eyes dart down to where they're joined and follows. He wants to smile but is still struggling to breathe. Looking back up, she dons a smirk, and their eyes find one another. Again, they remain quiet. She leans down to kiss him, and despite feeling worn out, her kiss is passionate. She lifts herself off of him and resumes lying how she did after their first round, snuggled against him. He holds her again and lets out a large exhale.
Once her breathing is normal, she reaches up to kiss him softly. "That was…"
"A double first time," he finishes for her.
They share a light laugh, and she replies, "Yeah, I guess it was."
"How was it for you?" He gently caresses her back.
"Fantastic. Satisfying. You?" Her fingers play in his chest hair.
"Same for me." He kisses her forehead. "So… You hadn't done that in a while?"
"It's been about a year or so. Sometime before the shooting."
He doesn't let himself think about with whom, but he has a good idea. "Yeah…I should have figured that out, though I was distracted. Cause you said no one had seen your scars."
"Only you. You mean everything to me. You deserved to see them." It's not an "I love you", but it's what she can give him right now, and it's beautiful music to his ears. "You said it was a while for you too. That kind of surprises me."
"I've been too hung up on you. I wouldn't say I was actively saving myself for you, but I didn't want anyone else. You're it for me." He hopes he's not scaring her. He feels her tense up, but she instantly relaxes.
"I think we're very compatible. In more ways than one, but right now I mean sex," she admits, blushing.
"You were right all those years ago… I had no idea," he replies.
"That was just the start," she informs him.
"Just the start? Katherine Beckett, you will be the death of me."
She laughs. "Think you can keep up?"
"I will keep up," he declares.
"I have to warn you… Besides the stamina, I am quite flexible." Her finger makes circles on his abdomen.
"Maybe you could show me that flexibility later?"
"Hmm, maybe." She smacks his chest with a kiss.
They're quiet for a few moments before he remarks, "Hmm, didn't miss the candles. Did you?"
"No. This was better. The lights on… We could see each other better."
"Mmmhmm, yeahhhh," he replies, glancing down her back and trailing her long legs. He wonders what more she can do with those legs. His fingers skate over her hips, and he suddenly remembers something he hasn't thought about in a long time. He jolts with excitement as he exclaims, "Your tattoo!" He sits up looking like a kid on Christmas morning, and she moves off of him, lying partially on her stomach. His eyes graze her body, and she wears a sly smile, knowing he'll soon discover the tattoo on the side of her right hip. The act itself was rebellious, and she wanted something meaningful in a hidden location. She also wanted to be able to see it.
Once he spots her tat, he caresses it and traces it with an index finger. He studies it with his finger and his eyes, not reacting verbally. It's small in black ink: the number 4 with a Chinese symbol. She watches him, anticipating his words, but he first leans down to cover her tattoo with soft kisses. "I love it. What's it mean," he asks, tracing it again.
"The symbol is 'truth' in Chinese, and my mom was born on the 4th of February," she explains, "I actually got it before she died. I had that rebellious streak in me but couldn't help but get something meaningful because I was smart enough to understand it would be permanent and I shouldn't get something I would regret."
"It's perfect. I know it has a deep meaning, but I can't help myself… It's sexy."
"That's the general consensus. Though, very few men ever knew the true meaning behind it."
He wants to ask about those who knew but recalls the rule they made about not discussing exes in bed. Instead he asks, "Why this location?"
She cracks a smile. "Didn't want my parents seeing it. Though, I didn't think about the fact that a bikini could be useless in hiding it. I also wanted to see it. Where's the joy in having a tattoo if you can't see it?"
He grins, imagining a younger Kate Beckett getting busted at the beach and wearing a revealing bikini. She can tell this is where his mind has headed. He looks lost in his daydream, and she regains his attention: "Earth to Castle. You don't have to picture me in a bikini when I'm naked right now."
"Mmmmm…right," he murmurs, gazing down and up her body slowly. She giggles and rolls off of the bed onto her feet. He watches her find her robe and groans when she covers herself up. She kisses his adorable pouty lips and informs him, "I'm using the bathroom, and then we can figure out dinner. Okay?" She kisses him again, and he repeats, "Okay." They share a smile before she frolics away, both of them feeling even happier than this morning when they woke up snuggling and made breakfast together.
They discuss dinner in the kitchen while sharing more wine and decide on Asian cuisine. As she places their order, he moves to the couch, feeling more at ease in his boxers than earlier in his nicer clothes. His eyes are on her, and once she hangs up, she stares at him. He looks yummy in nothing but boxers. As she struts to him, he can't stop his mind from imagining her naked body under her robe. He pats his lap, wanting her to sit there. She grins and nods her head in a 'yes'.
They have about 20 minutes to kill before their food arrives, and they end up making out. Two rounds of lovemaking didn't wear out their mouths, apparently. His hand roams higher and higher on her thighs. He pauses to murmur in her ear: "Do you know how easy it would be?"
She kisses his neck a couple times before answering, "Easy to what?"
"How easy it would be to get you off right now," he whispers, teasing her inner thigh with his fingertips.
His hot voice sends a rush of warmth between her legs, and she instantly clamps down around nothing. "Castle," she says as a warning but doesn't convince him she wants him to stop. "We're re-energizing."
"Getting you off wouldn't wear me out," he murmurs in between kissing her below her ear. She can't help but release a light giggle, and he joins in. "You would love it," he says in a deeper voice. He pulls his head back to gaze into her darkened eyes. Their contact is intense, but then her eyes flick to his lips and she's on him, kissing him some more. They lose themselves in each other, and he abandons his idea to pleasure her. She's kissing him senseless, and he's giving just as much as he's getting.
The need for air becomes too great, and she breaks away to catch her breath. He studies her neck while taking in air. He brushes her hair behind her and partially to one side. "You know, no one can see a hickey under all this hair," he states.
"You really wanna give me a hickey? How juvenile of you." She keeps her head turned for him, though, liking the secret hiding place on her neck.
"My stamp on your skin. Don't you want that?" He licks the spot he plans to suck on, and she shivers with an exhale.
"Sometimes I pull my hair back," she mutters with a shaky voice.
"Don't wear it up. No one will see it back here." He kisses her skin and begins to suck while holding her hair aside. She never thought she was sensitive at the back of her neck, but he makes every inch of her skin tingle. Every inch that he touches or puts his mouth on has her feeling electrified. He sucks harder as she's gasping and moaning, her body wanting to rock into him. He doesn't let up until he believes it's been long enough.
He stops and studies his handiwork. "Hidden blemish," he whispers with a smug grin. He travels over more of her skin with his lips and pulls at her robe, freeing her shoulder. "Castle," she protests weakly. Her robe loosens as he continues pulling. "I can't help it," he whispers between kisses. She closes her eyes, losing herself in his seduction. She feels his hand climbing her torso, and it's just about to latch onto her breast when the loud knocking at her front door shocks her into pushing him away and jumping off his lap.
"Dinner's here," he states calmly. He starts laughing at her expression. "You look like a teenager who was about to get caught by her parents."
"Stop laughing. Go grab some money." She quickly adjusts her bathrobe and fetches her wallet as he retrieves some cash from his. "We'll split it," she says, taking what he offers and hurrying to the door as the knocking continues.
He exclaims, "You're answering the door dressed like that?"
"Oh please! I'm more covered up than you are," she replies.
"Yeah, but…" He doesn't finish and instead notes how sexy her bare legs are. And it's obvious she's not wearing a bra. He stands to the side, trying to sneakily gauge the reaction of the delivery person when she answers.
Yep. Mr. Delivery College Student likes what he sees. He listens as the guy stutters at first but then turns on the charm and even uses a line on her: "If you need something else delivered…I look even better out of uniform. My shift ends in a couple hours." She plays along with him before crushing his hope: "You do look kind of cute. But… I like older men." Rick laughs to himself. Me. She likes me. That poor boy. She's mine tonight. Hopefully forever.
He retreats to the kitchen, and once she's walking into view, he teases, "You found yourself a boy toy. I hope he isn't better in bed than me."
"Shut up," she spats. He begins laughing. If only I had something to throw at him. She sets the bag of food on the island and reaches to smack his butt. "Ooh, now you're entering kinky territory. If you want to play like that, then I remind you my safeword is apples."
She smirks. "Mmhmm… I remember."
They eat at her coffee table. Being dressed as they are, the dining table and the island seem too formal. They engage in mindless chatter, rambling on about whatever pops into their heads and sharing laughs as they each sample from everything they ordered. Having the sexual tension broken made them more comfortable around one another. The nerves of dating and being in a romantic relationship have lifted for the night, and it doesn't look like much has changed. They're still friends as they were before. They're still partners but share even more now.
After sipping some water and cleaning up, she re-locks her front door and shuts off the lights. She guides him back into her bedroom, and he watches her light a few candles she has spread out. She eliminates the main lighting and pulls back the covers. Facing him, she slowly opens her bathrobe and lets it fall off her body.
He was right. She's even sexier in candlelight.