For those giving this little smut-fest a chance, I sincerely thank you and appreciate you!

With that said, this chapter is probably worth an 'M+' rating due to sexual exploits...fun, but yeah...M+ for those who don't want to think about Caskett's kinkier side.

And with that said, this is another chapter of taking liberties with the Storm & Heat books that I have yet to read. I'm sure anything I've written is nowhere close to Mr. Castle's actual storytelling, but in the event that it's similar...I sure do NOT mean to copy or mimick anything that he has created!

Now a portion of this does relate to the show...Castle buying Beckett a formal dress to wear to a charity event... more undercover work - snicker, chuckle, snort!... and the fact that it fit her perfectly. Mr. Castle, how did you know her measurements?

Lastly, if you choose to leave a review, bless you! Your reviews feed my muse and usually make me smile. So thank you!

Not Just the Dance: Kinky
Chapter Two - The Big Reveal

Breathless, bra straps pulled to her elbows, Kate could care less. And a certain male appendage was making its presence known through the opening on the boxer briefs that Castle had yet to shed. Heavy petting was putting it mildly when Kate pulled away again and squirmed, trying to get her fingers on the edge of her kinky box.

Rick blinked lazily, not wanting to force her mouth back to his lips or the scant bit of clothing from her body because he was still curious. Oh yeah, the box…

Kate pulled the cardboard between them, reached in and pulled out those loose-leaf pages that had been under the Storm Front book.

"Wha's that?" Castle slurred, blinked again trying to get his eyes to focus, and then stretched his muscles. He reached toward his crotch and pet the tender head that was wanting something besides reading material.

Kate sucked in a deep breath and held the pages in front of them. She scooted up in the bed until her head was raised slightly on her pillow. Rick followed suit, sitting up a bit more to move his body and glanced into the box.

"Katherine Beckett!" his focus suddenly cleared and a knowing smile formed on his lips. He reached toward her box but she nudged his hand with her knee and shook her head.

"We aren't there yet!" She gave him a wifely sort of glare but the sinful grin on his face betrayed her seriousness.

"I saw the other stuff," his nose twitched and his tongue snuck out to lick his lips. "Is this your private stuff? I saw the fluffy pink handcuffs and the…dildo…" He mouthed the last word as his eyes grew wide with wonder. Kate attempted to press her lips together between flushed cheeks.

"Later," she nodded. "I have a process here, Castle," she attempted but was kicking herself for stopping their previous activities. At this very moment she was questioning her own intentions and her sanity.

"You have a process…for self gratification?" He looked at his fiancee with laughing eyes and another lick of his lips.

"Yes, I do," she tensed beside him on the bed momentarily. "So do you want to participate or not?"

Rick grinned and glanced downward, guiding Kate's eyes to the length that hadn't stopped stretching between his legs. "Yes," he said with a bit of teasing, still, but quite definitively. "We would really, really like to participate."

So Kate held up the paper again. The first thing Rick noticed was the page number at the bottom of one of those sheets.

"Page 105?" He nibbled on his bottom lip and looked into Kate's eyes. "Did you tear those pages out of a book?" He dipped his eyebrows and looked up at her.

"I have two copies of the book. One was given to me by you before it hit the store shelves. Don't worry, I went and bought another copy when I realized I needed to deface it," Kate revealed.

Rick gasped, "Katherine Beckett! You didn't!" His eyebrows still crinkled on his forehead as he tried to imagine why on earth she had taken pages from one of his books.

"Are you really getting a kick out of using my full name?" Kate tilted her head and gave him her best frustrated detective look.

"I'm gettin' a kick out of learning this hidden side of you!" Rick relaxed his features; then it hit him. "Wait, that's page 105 from Heat Wave?"

Kate simply nodded and focused on the typewritten words. "I might have felt an effect of this particular scene when I first read it," she admitted with a lick of her lips while avoiding Castle's eyes.

The right side of Rick's mouth quirked upwards in a knowing grin. "The first time you read that you were sitting in the bathroom at the precinct, weren't you? Matter of fact, I think I popped in and caught you sitting criss-cross applesauce on the toilet seat with my book in your hands…"

"Don't be so smug, Castle," Kate glanced at him with a slight pout, "you came into the ladies room."

Rick scooted closer to her and put his chin on her shoulder, "But are you now telling me that if I had stuck around said ladies room, I might have witnessed this… effect?"

"Pssshhh, no," Kate tried. "If you had stuck around I would've handed you your book and just gone back to work," she claimed.

"You like that it really has a bit of a personal touch, don't you?" Rick placed a soft kiss under her ear, remembering how this particular sexual encounter for his character had truly been borne of thoughts revolving around Detective Kate Beckett.

Kate felt his shift from the teasing into serious thoughts about the growth of their relationship. It really had started years ago and she was realizing now that the feelings that developed between them had somehow been ignored or overlooked for half a decade.

"Read it to me?" she licked her lips, raked her teeth across her bottom lip and then pressed those lips together as she made her request.

"What?" Rick watched her face morph into a not-so-innocent lover, innocently asking him to help her cause.

Kate handed the pages to him and looked into his eyes. She batted her dark eyelashes in her pleading fashion. The hazel green irises were dark, with flecks of gold seemingly flaring in them. She placed the tip of one well-manicured fingernail against her teeth and looked at him with a coy little smile.

"I've imagined you saying the lines to me. When I first read it, in the bathroom at the precinct, I could feel your fingers on me, your breath, I could hear your voice in my ear. And it made me want you," she said in a whisper.

Rick looked at her nearly dumbfounded with a little bit of surprise adding to his features.

"Nikki and Jamison are me and you, aren't they?" Kate asked, again in a whisper and Castle nodded like a little boy.

Kate lay back with her head on her pillow. Rick leaned over her and pressed a kiss to her lips before putting his temple against her shoulder, holding the pages above his head to read.

He had probably read these words a thousand times, pictured the scene, played out the scene in his head…had similar reactions - he imagined - as the thoughts that Kate was putting into his head right now.

But he had never read this particular passage out loud to the woman of his dreams who had inspired these thoughts and words.

He began a little nervously but gained confidence when Kate placed a warm kiss against the top of his head and moved her hand through his hair.

'The night had culminated with an arrest for Detective Heat. Somehow in the scarlet silk dress with gold trimmings, she had pulled her badge and gun from nowhere, taken down the suspect and placed her partner's handcuffs around the perpetrator's wrists.

Rook was aroused by the scene that played out before him. And he was determined that Nikki Heat wouldn't leave his presence for the remainder of the night.

As he drove her home in the red, Ferrari convertible his right hand found its way to hers, linking their fingers together after just a little protest from the detective.

"You were magnificent," he looked at her at a red light, taking in her features with the red glow burning down on them.

Nikki simply looked down at their hands, entwined against her thigh. "Your plan worked," she admitted. "Even the dancing."

"Admit it Detective Heat, you had a little bit of fun tonight, didn't you?" Rook asked her with a nervous smile.

"Taking down a killer is always fun. You should know that by now," she offered.

He ran his thumb over her knuckles and ventured a bit further, "I enjoyed dancing with you tonight Nikki. You look stunning in that dress. I wouldn't mind continuing our dance back at your place… or mine."

He felt her hand tense at his invitation but she didn't withdraw her fingers or act annoyed by his words as she had in the past. Instead the staunch police detective looked toward the reporter and smiled shyly.

"I'd like that, too," she admitted and used her free hand to push a strand of hair behind her ear.

Rook was ecstatic. He had teased her for months, annoyed her until he thought she might truly kick him out of her life and yet he knew she appreciated his way of looking at cases. Theirs was an unconventional partnership but it was one he wanted to explore further and hoped she did as well.

"Thank you, for the dress," Nikki spoke over her shoulder to Jamison as they walked through the door of her apartment. "I hope I didn't ruin it when I tackled our suspect," she laughed nervously.

"Are you kidding," Rook gave a chuckle, "You took him down, cuffed him and hopped up without a hair out of place. It was amazing!"

"Do you, um, need to return the dress?" The detective didn't want to admit to him that she had fallen in love with it at first sight. Nor that she had quickly gotten past her frustration with him the moment she saw herself wearing the garment he had ordered specifically for her.

Rook shook his head as he brushed past her shoulder to stand in front of her.

"But at the risk of sounding too forward, Detective, I would like to be the one to help you out of it."'

Rick stopped to adjust the pages and twisted his neck to place a kiss against Kate's cheek.

"Is that what you thought about when you bought that red dress for me, for the charity event we attended?" Kate wondered curiously.

Rick sighed. "I knew you'd be pissed at me for buying you a formal dress. But the second I thought about it, Kate, the moment I thought about walking in with you on my arm to that event, it sparked something. I wanted to buy that dress for you simply because I knew you would look fabulous in it. Did I dream of helping you out of it? Of course… but do you have any idea how proud I was walking in there with you? You truly did look amazing - as you always do, fancy dresses, pajamas, or nothing at all," he grinned, "doesn't matter."

Kate smiled, somehow curled her arm around his head, under his chin and reached her fingertips to his earlobe. Instead of the normal pull of his ear in punishing fashion, she caressed his earlobe, something she had learned he enjoyed immensely.

Rick groaned as her finger and thumb pinched gently on his earlobe and then rubbed a hint of friction against the shell of his ear.

"Keep reading," Kate bit her lip and scooted the box of toys away from them so she could snuggle more closely to his body.

'The moment his agile fingers tugged on the zipper at the middle of her back, Nikki Heat shivered. She had imagined her first romantic moments with Jamison Rook to be something frenzied, sex in the evidence room, against shelves of unclaimed items or on her desk in the wee morning hours rushed because the next shift would be coming in at any time.

But here they were in her apartment following a night of crime solving and an outright declaration from this playboy that he wanted to be with her after all was said and done.

She shivered again as he tugged the shapely material down her body, kneeling when he pushed it below her knees and allowing her to step out of the dress. And he didn't just throw it to the side. He took a moment to admire the garment and then draped it over the settee beside her dresser.

"You're beautiful, Nikki, do you know that?" He asked genuinely as she stood there in strapless lingerie with hook and eye closures holding garters at the top of both her thighs, hiding skimpy, black lace panties underneath.

"Do you like what you see, Jamison?" she dared to ask.

Without a word he placed his hands on her cheeks and caressed her cheekbones with his thumbs. Then sliding his hands down her neck, over her collarbone and finally resting on her shoulders and biceps, he held her as though she were a porcelain doll.

"Like?" He wondered nearly breathlessly. "Nikki Heat, I fell in love with you the moment I laid eyes on you. Don't you realize that?"

The detective stood in awe. She had no idea. She had never allowed herself to believe that someone could love her, especially not this man. Love was something she didn't dream she might achieve.

In the next moment his lips fell on hers in a soft dance that invited her to follow his lead. She felt his arms wrap around her, his hands splaying across her back, pulling her close to him. And before she realized it, her arms were resting on his shoulders, her hands moving through his hair, holding him tightly against her.

She was lost in the kiss, lost in the feel of her body against his, his hands supporting her.

When his lips moved to her cheek she whimpered, "Don't stop," she worried her lip with her teeth but felt Jamison smile against her cheek.

"I don't intend to, Love, unless you tell me to," he whispered against her ear causing Nikki to feel a heat directly in her core.

"Are you going to…make love to me, Jamison?" she asked in a strangled yet hopeful voice.

"Yes," he answered simply and then pulled back from her just far enough to look down into her eyes. "I want to love every inch of your body, Detective Heat. I want to watch you come undone with my touch. I want you to let go and let me take control. If you will, Nikki, I'll make love to you all night long - and you won't care that you're late to work in the morning."

She watched his eyes for mirth. She saw a bit of his cockiness but it was hidden behind something she hadn't noticed before and she realized it was desire…for her.'

"Did I actually write this?" Rick stopped again causing Kate to smack his chest.

She had to swallow to moisten her throat and regain a touch of composure that she had already lost with Rick's voice brining Jamison Rook to life.

"It's just getting to the good part, Castle, come on," she practically whimpered.

Rick turned his lips toward her ear, "You really want me to read this smut out loud?"

"You wrote this smut, thinking about me and you. Hell yes, I want you to read it out loud to me…right now," Kate's voice went from whimper to commanding in record seconds making Rick chuckle.

'He backed her gently toward the bed until her knees were pinned against the mattress. The ever-observant detective found herself clueless to her own location as Rook began a painstaking process of loosening the material supporting her breasts, making sure to touch every hint of skin that came to his attention.

Nikki felt her arousal growing when his lips lowered to the hollow of her neck. His mouth moved up and down slowly over her tender skin allowing her to also feel his growing hardness against her thigh and hip.

Rook smiled almost deviously when he heard the groan that began in her chest and worked its way out of her body, past gritted teeth and over her lips. "That's it, Detective," he continued, noting his own labored breath as the friction between his groin and her naked skin sent lighting through them both.

"Rook," she breathed, punctuating the 'k', and he smiled. He pulled back just far enough to focus on the lax look of her face, a blend of pleasure and torture all spoken by her parted lips and dark eyelashes melded over blown pupils.

"Yes, Love," he teased with a lick of his lips and a soft kiss to the underside of her jaw.

"You have on too many clothes," she sounded as though she were talking in her sleep.

"As do you," he added and put a little more space between them. "Lie down, Love," he instructed and Nikki tried to take her time, sitting on the edge of her bed and then lying down with her head on her pillow, one knee bent and the reporter watching her every move as though he were studying for the most important test of his life.

Nikki watched as he unbuttoned his tuxedo shirt and casually let it drop off his shoulders and pool at his waist where he had yet to unbutton his pants. When he did, he locked eyes with the beautiful brunette on the bed.

She tucked the tip of her index fingernail between her teeth and watched him relieve a little bit of the pressure that had been building up behind the zipper. She wasn't surprised as he began to push the dress pants and boxer briefs over his buttocks and thighs.

Nikki found herself licking her lips when his manhood stretched directly toward her and he stood, completely undressed for her perusal.

In the next moment she slid one hand down her own body and thin fingers pushed aside the material covering her true heat. Rook watched with amazement as she began pleasuring herself with eyes focused on him.'

Rick noted Kate's free hand also drifting down her body. His reading stalled as her own fingers slid under the waistband of her panties. He watched as they worked their way under the material until she was obviously cupping herself, with fingertips wetting themselves and working at the most sensitive bundle of nerves on her body.

"Kate," he tried to enunciate, his eyes refusing to look back at the book pages but were torn between watching her hidden fingers and the look of pleasure that was building on her face.

She closed her eyes and pushed a finger through her folds making her lips round into a silent 'oh'.

Rick's eyes glazed over but he quickly dropped the pages and put a hand on her wrist. "Stop," he breathed.

Kate's eyes blinked open and she stared at him while catching her breath. "Castle," she whispered and watched his face contort as her chest moved up and down with slow, uneven breaths.

"Let me," his tongue moved back and forth through parted lips where he was matching her breath for breath. His larger fingers tried to sneak over top over hers, under the lace, wanting to feel the moisture that he knew she was generating.

Kate smiled when his eyes drifted back to hers. "This is usually when I put Rook to work," she smiled seductively.

Rick squinted in question. "Reading about him isn't enough? How exactly…" his breath hitched as Kate swapped their hands within her underwear, placing his thicker fingers directly against her slick skin.

"Dear God, Kate…this is just from me reading…"

"From you reading our sex scene…yes," she agreed and bit on her lip when his fingers began working her. The 'mmmm' that sounded next made Rick groan and press his own crotch against her hip.

"Do you," Rick's lips found her shoulder and tasted the salt on her skin, "do you really touch yourself when you read our love scenes?"

He found it wasn't hard at all to put themselves into the characters' places…he had, after all, imagined being with Kate each time he wrote about Nikki Heat and Jamison Rook being together.

Kate rolled toward him and pulled her own hand free from the shared petting session. She first moved her palm to his cheek to bring him face to face with her before moving her lips to his. From there her hand went directly to that opening in his boxers, to his arousal that was now also slick from their reading activities.

"I do more than touch, Mr. Castle," she admitted breathily as she kissed the outer edges of his upper lip. "That phallic item, in my box?" she bit on her own bottom lip and looked down at her hand that was now wrapped around his own phallus. "I named it Rook," she smiled shyly and continued chewing on the corner of her bottom lip.

Rick pulled away from her face just to watch her speak, his mind already on the verge of exploding from the strokes she was providing. "You named a dildo after my character?" His hoarse voice attempted to understand her meaning.

"Yes," she acknowledged. "And when Jamison Rook slides himself all the way into Nikki's heat? I pretend it's you, sliding into me and taking me…"

Castle nearly swallowed his tongue but found a way for his eyes to focus on her. He reached toward the box that had somehow made its way onto Kate's bedside table. "Show me?" he begged with just those two words.

Kate whined when he removed his fingers to fumble in the box and pull out the penis-shaped item that she compared to his fictional reporter.

"It's better with the real one," she noted before he could say anything else. But at his request she let go of his member, hooked her thumbs into the lace and pulled her panties off her body.

Rick handed her the fake version and then quickly helped her sit up to remove her bra. His breath and eyelids were both heavy - as they always became, staring at his fiancee, naked on their bed. "I love you," he emphasized each of the words.

"Even my kinky side?" she asked shyly and watched him nod, almost like a school boy.

She continued watching as he shimmied out of his last piece of clothing and took himself in one hand, beginning a masterbatory action that made Kate lick her lips.

She took the dildo and looked back in the box for the tube of lubricant that always provided the slick friction to aid her pleasure.

Rick groaned again as she squeezed the gel onto the tip of Rook and began stroking the fake penis almost like he was massaging his own.

After another moment Kate was lying on the bed again, her knees spread open knowingly. Her eyes focused on Rick's actions, his stroking and hips slowly moving in time. She gently slid the tip of the toy into her opening and felt the teeth-gritting moan that came from her lover's mouth.

As she slid the device farther and farther into herself, Rick's stroking quickened. She appreciated the purplish tint that colored his head and the drops that oozed from his tip. She also sped up the entrance and withdrawals pumping her own body, her hand twisting the device to find the right angle as her hips lifted and fell to the mattress.

"Is this what you want?" she halted momentarily and met Rick's eyes. "Do you want me to…orgasm…like this?"

Rick nodded since he couldn't even formulate a word to answer her.

And then he watched as she buried the toy as far into her as it would go, bouncing her hips and adding a single fingertip of pleasure to her most sensitive point. "That's…it…Rick…" her body began to spasm as her love moved closer and spilled himself on the skin at the juncture of her hip and thigh.

He then crumpled beside her on the bed, curling one leg over that spot on her body, Kate not moving and both of them trying to regain their breath.

When Kate delicately removed Rook from her body she somehow turned to face Castle and pressed her forehead to his.

"How long has that been going on?" Rick finally asked her after another moment of attempting to regain some clarity.

"Longer than I care to admit truthfully," Kate smiled at him with teeth grazing her bottom lip as she breathed in and out.

"Okay, so I won't press on that issue right now…but I do need to know…was this still your go-to even after you and I got together?"

Kate smiled and put her thumb and index finger on his chin to make sure she had his attention. "That's the first time Rook has come out to play since I came here after being nearly thrown off a roof," she rubbed her nose against his. "Since then I haven't needed him. Once I had the real Rook, I didn't need the fake one."

Rick grinned and kissed her lips. "I'm really, really glad to hear that. But why didn't you get rid of him?"

Kate giggled, slightly, and even in the close proximity Rick could see the blush in her cheeks. "I had kinda dreamed about this happening someday. Although I had imagined you going into the closet and finding my box and you know…things kinda ensued from there…"

She looked down at his chest and then back to his face. Rick couldn't help but grin.

"So do you want me to get rid of him?" Kate asked curiously.

Rick's nose crinkled as he shook his head slowly. "Nuh-uh," he said firmly. "Let's say that Rook can still come out to play every now and then. But we may wanna find a better hiding spot for him and his other friends in that box of yours. We don't need Mother or Alexis finding that. Hey, what other friends are in there with him, by the way?" Rick attempted to sit up and look over Kate's shoulder.

"Do you think Martha and Alexis aren't aware of sexual toys? I mean, both of them have walked in on us…which reminds me, we are changing the door locks before we get married. Not to mention Alexis telling Ryan and Espo that bunnies have nothing on us…" Kate shook her head at that particular conversation that had fully worked against her at the precinct.

"Now you're trying to change the subject," Rick avoided answering her and reached over her again to retrieve the box.

Kate watched as he put it between them again and began grinning.

"Pink fluffy handcuffs - non police issue, I'm guessing… Ooo, pink bullet vibrator - did you get this before or after meeting me? Wait…is this from one of our sex shop excursions? Do I spot something leather in here? What is this?" He pulled a small, wooden-handled device from the box.

Kate was enthralled now by the 9-year-old-on-a-sugar-rush version of Castle who was apparently overly eager to explore her toys. She smiled at him as he held the wooden handle and shook the item like a pom-pom.

It had several thin strips of leather attached to it and appeared to be a makeshift, miniature whip of some sort. "Beckett has a whip as well?"

Kate grabbed the instrument from his hand. "That's for a sensual massage, thank you very much."

Rick laughed but gave her a confused look.

"You use it on body parts that are already overly sensitive…like stimulated nipples, for example," she offered and Rick smiled.

"Good to know. That'll be for next time. Now what's…" He pulled out the last two things in the box - an oversized box of condoms and a bag of gummi bears.

"You hide your candy stash in your kinky box?" He asked with a confused but purely curious look on his face.

Kate licked her upper lip. "I'm a fan of fruity, gummi candies. You know that," she began explaining. "And if you look closely, you'll see those are edible condoms. For the record I'm a fan of grape and cherry."

Castle dropped the bag of actual candies and grabbed the box for a closer look. "I still don't understand why you have the gummi bears in here, though. He pulled a cherry flavored, individually wrapped condom from the box before putting the box on his bedside table.

"Well," Kate took the wrapped package from him, slid a finger over his penis that was beginning to twitch again from their discussions. "I figure you like gummies too. So if I get to nibble this," she held up the now unwrapped condom, "then perhaps a trail of these little guys can help you figure out where I want to be nibbled…"

With that and a laugh from both of them, Castle pushed Kate flat on her back onto the mattress, took the bag of gummi bears and emptied it, all over her naked body.