Help us, Buddha!

by Piper68

OOC. And after five years of marriage, the Castle couple still have no children. Almost desperate to conceive naturally, Kate becomes depressed, but Castle has an unusual plan and an abiding hope.

8. Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Reinforcing Faith in the Lingam-garden

- Well, here we are at the zenith! - Castle rejoiced with genuine joy, tearing the lantern off his head with indescribable relief: its tight rubber band had left a red, itchy mark on the owner's stubborn forehead. - And for the most part, the harbingers of love should have swirled over us by now! Can't you hear the defiantly light flight of their wings, Kate?

- Seriously, Castle?! Where? Right there? - playing along with her lover, Kate threw back her head, and clutching the bowl tighter to herself, countered with a chuckle: "Well... then they'll definitely need the astral lights of our incomparable Buddha... for the best, so to speak, visibility!

She smiled wider and sweeter. With or without the Buddha's charms they would make love, not that it mattered, but she had a sensible view of things anyway. Or vice versa, if Castle is very, very convincing, then instead of unobtrusive irony, he will practically earn her the greatest indulgence.

By the way, the definition of "practically" also applied to the time of day itself. Here, in the Buddhist shrine, Rick and Kate met their very first, most timid Siamese dawn. Somewhere out there in the distance, beyond the peaks of the mountains, the sun was waking lazily. Somewhere at the level of ghostly guesses, its rays dispersed the impassable darkness, covering the mountains with a timid pre-dawn haze. A transparent kissey to the peaks, downward it thickened into an abyss, smearing the crisp edge of that side of the not wide gorge. The shaggy treetops filled it with a solid, gloomy canopy, and the forest itself was filled with whoops, howls, shrieks, rustles, and the rustling of leaves. In any case, as dawn broke, nature came alive, embellishing the lovers' reverent anticipation with liveliness and even a certain illusionality of experience.

"Mm-hmm, and how soon are we... Well, that's..." - Beckett nibbled her lips with uncertainty, her eyes narrowed questioningly at Castle. Firmly gripping his heavy, voluminous burden, he shook his head contentedly, and even dim in the twilight, his face lit up with inexpressible admiration. With his deep and measured breathing Castle seemed to be saturated with the aura of the mountain morning, and the warmth of the rocks that had not cooled down during the night, and something else, which he did not consider necessary to share. So as not to look absolutely ridiculous or ridiculous. Although, well, who's the funniest one here?

"Probably certainly not me!" - Beckett squinted her eyes - and then self-critically pricked herself. With a single burning lantern for two, they stood on a natural natural terrace, small and level enough for the most unbridled sexual fantasies to be vigorously pursued without any visible discomfort to their backs and buttocks.

Of course, it's not exactly the king-size bed of their bedroom, but it's already something suitable for fondling. The only pity was that they couldn't enjoy the slumbering, unique beauty of the mountains in the swirling semi-darkness, but they'd make time for that someday. Right now Kate wasn't bothered by the fact that the camera was in its case and Castle hadn't even begun to take off his shirt; the only thing that amused Beckett more was the fence of unusually shaped stones, tightly arched around the outer outline of the chapel. They were not amorphous debris melted from the glacier and pushed to the edge by the brute force of gravity: there was a system in their tight arrangement. Some unknown Caslam, so diligent and patient, had carved almost perfectly cylindrical columns out of the granite boulders, with a curious cone head that spread a corolla at its widest part. The stones seemed to have grown right out of the ground, so densely overgrown with moss at their bottoms, and that made the resemblance to one of her favorite, savory "things" seem that much more complete.

"Huh! - Beckett hummed merrily to herself, rolling her eyes to the sky. - Where the hell have I been going! After all, it's nothing but..."

She didn't speculate for literally a fraction of a second, because there was a distinctive click. The light from the man's outstretched hand fell on the makeshift hedge, and Kate was almost deafened by a rapturously shrill Kaslovian shriek:

- Oh, Gods! Oh, holy heavens! Oh, Incomparable! Oh, Our Venerable One! These are the very... sacred lingamas! Oh, I mean... Phalluses! - He knelt deliberately and somehow managed not to drop his backpack or his flashlight. Which, however, immediately turned off. Castle carefully put the things on the ground and only after that, with a unique, artistic gesture of his hands to the sky:

- Well, at last, this vision of our awe-inspiring moment! After all, it's just... just... Lingam-garden of some kind! Look, Kate, look carefully! - With wild, indescribable enthusiasm Rick poked his finger at the nearest post to them. - It's all set up for you and me to succeed!

Beckett only shook her head evasively. Their cherished bowl remained close to their belongings, and Kate's bright beam fell on a steep wall to the left of the entrance, in the recess of which Beckett had just discerned some sort of structure. It was another altar, but a small one, without the pretentiousness and the Buddha Overseer; with flowers, bowls of various sizes, candles that were glowing to the ground, and - here Beckett snorted ironically, holding back a growing laugh - another group of phalluses, but already wooden. Bright red, bright yellow, and bright blue, the woods, stacked one to the other at the granite base, jutted up into the sky, identifying the enduring superstition of grateful pilgrims with the number of bands of multicolored silk. To which another was about to be added.

Something rustled softly, a whirring sound, and a shadow flashed past Beckett-it was a barefoot Castle sneaking up the aisle with his tightly clenched fists outstretched in front of him.

"Eh, Castle! Once again you have only secrets! - Kate sighed understandingly, watching as Castle swung one wai after another, and then attached two of his own, only small, no longer than a palm, to the outermost phalluses. - And this "secret" temple, in which, judging by your veiled hints, the fiery spirit of female fertility is circling and burning! Well, Rick is Rick, and I understand his sincerity in everything that concerns me, but, Lord, will these "silent ones" be of any viviparous use at all? Oh, Holy Mary, it's all so messed up! And what in desperation don't people worship!"

A silent, restrained smile colored Beckett's lips, and when Rick returned to her, she confidently found his hot, moist palm. Without showing any skepticism, she squeezed it firmly in a show of support, and after a return handshake, she parted her fingers not without regret. She put out the light, shoved the hot reflector to the involuntary owl Castle and after three leisurely steps laid her chest on the warm arch of one of the closest to them granite penises. The gorge, still sleeping, and the haze that was thinning from minute to minute made them feel light-hearted and amorous.

- Mysterious! Just right for your new novel! - Beckett dug her cheek against the rock, lashes fluttering dreamily, but turned back to see Rick gutting his backpack when lightning whistled behind her. Knitted blankets, rolled up air pillows, a lightweight tent in a cover, and a flask of water had already appeared.

Beckett immediately rushed to her lover's aid. It was noticeably more spacious at the entrance to the sanctuary than in front of the altar, and four skillful hands quickly prepared quite a tolerable "matrimonial" bed. Like little children in an exciting contest, they inflated pillows, making innocent, laughing faces at each other, and ended with a tent pitched just above the bedspread.

- When are you going to think of the endgame? - Beckett asked conspiratorially, pulling up the stretch and attaching it to the rock with a silicone suction cup.

- Not until I've shaken the "old thing" properly! - Rick responded with an enigmatic slyness as he fiddled with the other tip. - And it's a good thing there's always a pair of free hands in such a business! When else are these lazy ghosts going to swing! They can't even repel mosquitoes properly!

Beckett just sent her husband a good-natured smile. When she was done with the stretch marks, she fumbled in her backpack's patch pocket for a vial of repellent and gave it a good shake. While Kate dutifully sprayed the sleeping spot and a bit around it, Castle settled a little away, straightening his legs in bliss and leaning on his arms behind him.

- And there are harbingers of the sun in these stones for sure! - philosophically he remarked, with an inimitable smile of the Cheshire Cat watching the light and silent movements of Kate. - We certainly won't freeze, but I don't like it when...

- Hush!" Beckett interrupted him in a cryptic whisper and raised her hand warningly.

- What? Is it the sound of Buddha himself echoing through the crevice? Or is it not what it seems? - Rick rounded his eyes feignedly, and sat up straight. And silently. A few seconds, and a strained human ear picked up a thin murmur.

- Aha... A brook! - Kate smiled contentedly. Even in the half-light her eyes glowed like a cat's.

The used bottle went in her backpack. Beckett pointed Castle to the sloppy fold of the blanket where her back would soon be, and she patted Rick's cheek affectionately before proceeding deeper into the sanctuary. Gently, like a cat, she strutted off into the darkness, but there was a soft splash of water, and in just a couple of minutes Kate was back. Nibbling her lips enigmatically, she cautiously approached Castle: having straightened the bed, he straightened to his full height at the entrance to the tent and, with his hands on his hips, was now naturally devouring her beloved with his eyes. Holding her hands out, Kate innocently kissed Castle on the lips, and immediately her wet, ice-cold palms penetrated rather unceremoniously under his shirt. The contrast between them and the man's heated body was so stark that a strangled rooster's howl erupted from Rick's throat. With a silly giggle, his arms outstretched incongruously, he danced, jerking on the spot, and perhaps a second more and a nimble undercut would have dropped him confidently on his back, and Beckett was no match for an intimate "parterre. With impatient jerks of her belt and clothes, she would expose his firm, muscular thighs, and, languishing with love, she would climb on top of him, to hold him in a tight girth and not let him go for a long time. She herself, with great willingness, would have put her trembling breasts under his warm, waiting open palms, and would have covered with frantic kisses these inviting, plump, so appetizing his lips. Who, dabbling in the eternal Kaslov chatter, almost ruined everything again:

- Well, what have we got there with the holy spring? Even from a distance, you can feel the awakening, unique, ringing magic of water in it! It is truly the voice of Mother Nature, her divine, soothing whisper! No: a stream of life rising from the secret sinuses of Buddha himself, an omniscient influence on our minds!

- Pst! - with feigned displeasure, Kate tried to sass her husband, but immediately realized that it was not even worth trying. - And nothing like that, Castle, I had never seen! The size of this fountain is so small that my fist would barely fit in it. Just enough for me to drink and wash.

- Oh, the magic of damp stones and babbling jets! I'll take communion, but only after the 'fight,'" Rick laughed cheerfully, stopping his grimace. - Believe it or not, I feel the energy of the holy place not only with my bones!

- The mystical energy of a phallic temple? - And Kate broke the distance by jabbing her finger at the wooden dicks. - What about them? Why them, why so many of them, and why in this particular place?

- You see, Kate, for Thais the phallus, or lingam, is a symbol of the patronage of power, authority, wealth, and, of course, fertility. It is worshipped as the original deity, and every Thai woman knows the way to the holy place. For all this, the Pharangs are not usually granted such knowledge, and only at my lowest request did they make an exception for us. However, as I can see for myself, the dry description of this holy place makes me sick with repulsive boredom. That's why I think that in reality it's all about poor papas-schivas! - Castle optimistically concluded and bowed his head affirmatively.

- The sheep daddies? - Shaking her head reproachfully, Beckett covered her face with her palms as a sign of the usual perception of her husband's perverted thought, which, however, did not confuse Rick.

- Yes!"-with his arms crossed to his chest, Castle looked to himself and slightly upward, dropping a feigned tear in his voice. - They paid with their phalluses for our happiness!

- Castle, seriously? - Kate grinned skeptically, fixing her bangs on her forehead with her right hand and keeping her left hand at her waist. - And I was beginning to think, since he has so many limbs, that Shiva just doesn't need extra dicks!

- It's not like that, Beckett, it's not like that! It's very, very sadistic to chop phalluses off an innocent deity!

- There has to be a limit, Castle. - Kate grinned wryly, kneeling on the bedspread at the edge of the canopy and putting her shoes aside. - Especially idle talk!

- I'll be right there! - Rick jumped up in an instant, but froze instantly with his hand on his stomach: - I guess he was the first!

- Oh, yes, of course! - Kate looked with her eyes for the luggage which had been pushed aside. No matter how you plant obvious hints to her husband, the hunger chorus of their stomachs, as well as culinary "arguments" of Castle, could not be overpowered, and Beckett dived her hand into the neck of the backpack: somewhere there, among the supplies, were stored "super-calorie" army rations.

- Let me!" said Castle in a simple way, sniffing in his wife's ear, and gently reached over her shoulder. Grabbing the plastic container by the edge, he sat down in a roll, face to face with Kate, and cheerfully rustled up the wrappers. Taking a sip of water, Beckett readily handed him the flask, and he handed her a meat briquette in aromatic jelly, on a galette as thick as a padding. They chewed briskly, looking up to the rosy sky, then tucked the garbage into the pockets of the backpack and finally crossed their waiting gazes openly. And the thinning fog did not hinder them in this, visibly marking the features of their faces.

- Well? - Seeing her Adam's apple move nervously, Rick held out his hands, palms up, and Kate covered them with hers, her fingers intertwined in tenacious locks.

- "Well what?" - She asked her usual question, but she couldn't take her eyes off him, her eyes already burning with passion. - You dared to talk to me, didn't you?

- About our special, illogical uniqueness? Of course I will, Kate, of course I will! - gently, reverently, pressing lightly, Castle's big, so large fingers touched, sliding, the supple, slightly damp skin of hers, conveying to Beckett his no-nonsense excitement. Rick was breathing unevenly, confused, trembling small and small all over his body, and his hands burned like fire. Perhaps, even knowing Kate beforehand, it was still inherent in Castle to question his own seemingly infallible arguments a little, but the alert, calm Beckett silently suggested to Rick that the way he had chosen was the right one. And Kate once more encouraged her husband with a polite nod.

- Even now I'm bursting with indescribable tenderness for you, because it's so natural," Castle continued without a smile, "and that's why the strength of our faith is akin to the firmness of our relationship. Of course, we are still complicated in our own way, and sometimes - hidden, incomprehensible and unpredictable, sometimes we can't express in words the feelings that overwhelm us, but that's exactly what captivates us and drives us forward. And when, at last, after the unrestrained and much-anticipated passion in this place, a little life begins to stir in you, it will be more proof of my rightness. And notice that it was with you, and only with you, that I felt like a completely different man: skilled in cares, new in desires and thoughts; a man who would crush himself for the one and only. And now, with the inimitable, sexy aura of sanctuary densely surrounding us, I'd like to hear from you, Kate, about your feelings and thoughts. Well, please, dear, clear my doubts! Well, free at last, at last, in front of him your wounded soul! - Rick began to whisper hotly with excitement. Bending his arms, he gently pulled Beckett toward him, her lips wrung in sweet agony.

She obeyed and, picking up her legs, with Castle's confident support, rose slightly. She straddled the outside of his thighs and sat right on top of them, crossing her ankles behind her back and not without awe feeling his flesh throbbing with powerful blood current beneath the rough zipper on his jeans.

- Oah! - Their exhale was deep and coherent; for a moment Castle's lashes fluttered shut and he swallowed convulsively. He was so sweet in both touching concern and confessional revelations that Beckett, listening to him, did not notice how she herself became aroused to the point of breaking down her back. Everything seemed so familiar and familiar between them, but it was as if it were again: her wild, gut-wrenching desire, and Castle's attentive, quivering, promising gaze that made her naturally float, and the steely girth of his arms around her waist. He's strength and she's softness, and also sensuality, an unconscious impulsiveness and a wild intention to open herself up to the point of no memory.

"Now... More... Just a little more, Castle! - her lips moved silently. - For I'm already hot... Invaluable hot!"

Her arms encircled his powerful neck, and in a deliberately slow bow, Kate gently pressed her cheek to his ear. She rubbed it affectionately, trustingly, purred with pleasure like a little kitten; she covered her eyes and noisily inhaled the familiar, arousing scent of his hair. No one had ever treated her as tenderly and touchingly as Rick, and even his palm that rested on her firm breasts over her thin blouse was quite delicate.

- More!" Kate pleaded, biting hard on the edges of her lips, while Castle, as if eager to get to know her again, touched her beloved wherever he could. One of his warm, heavy hands gently brushed her hair into an invisible parting, while the other stroked her back, her shoulder, her thigh, returned to her breasts and moved to her ass, pressing harder and slacker. And the more they caressed, the harder it was for her to say a word. Beckett still sat with her lover in her arms, cheek to cheek, as if she feared the sad curve of his lips or the savage pain that blackened her eyes, but at some point she had to make up her mind. Especially when the pressure on my chest was so enormous, like a hundred-ton press, there was only one way to help myself: tears. Yes, yes, those big, pinching, bitter-salty tears were coming to her eyes, but Beckett saw nothing wrong or shameful in them. Because she knew that Rick would never push her away, never accuse her of weakness, never leave her alone in grief and without support. And now, in the strange place they'd climbed into on his whim alone, Kate knew that her words, coming from her heart, would stay with them forever. Like a long-awaited confession, like an over-ripe fruit, it had been searing in her soul for years, keeping her awake day and night. And even though the bitterness of her tears abundantly wet his shirt, already wet with sweat, and her teeth tenaciously, strongly tearing his collar, as if he did not want to let go without tearing, all the same, their love is and will not be obstacles. And if even at home afterwards her body does not react in any way to the circumstances of the trip, she swears that she will stifle the searing pain inside her, bestow her loved ones with an ocean of warm, open, understanding smiles and, throwing away her handkerchiefs, put herself in the tenacious hands of the aesthetics. It's the least she can do for Castle, and now, let's get started!

Gathering her courage, Beckett left her raggedy collar alone and pulled back a little, frowning her eyebrows. Sniffing her nose like a guilty child, she looked around for some reason and meekly spoke back:

- It was only with time that I learned to understand and accept you, Castle, for which, in fact, I am grateful to you. Sometimes it was just looks: searing, happy or sad. Sometimes it was just gestures, without any unnecessary moralizing or empty speeches. Sometimes it was just you and me hand in hand, without the slightest desire to let go, but only without the only thing in the world that I am not and will not be happy. And you know exactly what I mean. After all, thanks to you, I have matured into something that has become the eternal meaning of my life. And not just important, but archival: light, but sensitive thrusts of fists and heels inside me; nausea in the morning, dizziness and gagging from the smell of food; breathing exercises together and selection of outfits for an awkward figure. It's also walking together in Central Park and enjoying nature. And as we wander leisurely through the alleys, we will stop in the shade of the trees not only for a hug, but in four caring hands we will carefully stroke my unhurriedly growing belly day by day. And I will genuinely look into your pure eyes, saying from the bottom of my heart, "Rick, you are my infinite happiness!" And if someone else gives birth under anesthesia, it won't be me. I swear to you to endure any pain, and the long-awaited cry of the baby, and all the colors of the NEW world around him will definitely tell me that I am finally a MAMA! And like any woman, I want it all to the point of madness, to the point of insanity; even more than anyone else, because I have both built, and suffered, and earned my happiness. After all, for so many years I had fought for it with who knows who, and more with myself.

- We fought for it together, Kate," Castle sniffed against her wet cheek, lightly touching her lips. - If everything turns out well, we'll surely thank the universe! After all, you're there, my Kate... Beloved... Desirable... Incomparable... My Kate... Like a cherry stuck in her hair... Hot, responsive and tender...

- Rick paused, and feigned something like a chuckle: "When you breathe so hot, unevenly in my ear, the zipper on my jeans is about to - and completely unzipped! Maybe it's time for the marriage bed, too.

Beckett responded by smiling sadly through her tears.

- Jesus, Castle! You always believe yourself! - Kate put her arms around his neck, and her salty lips found his hot ones. - And how many times can you mention the universe? Does Richard Castle still believe in miracles?

Rick looked at Beckett's very, very sad smile, gently tracing the fold of his finger across her cheekbone and temple, shifting the stirring strands, and rather, understandingly, squinted.

- Yes, Kate, miracles do come true! Such a gift of fate was our meeting, and I happily picked it up, not even realizing its greatness yet. And it is a miracle that we successfully passed through misunderstandings and disagreements, through disbelief and mistrust, through the pain caused to each other. It is a miracle that we have finally quenched our thirst for justice in a difficult mother's case, and our bond is now unbreakable. So come on, let's cement it with a good portion of love.

- I'm ready, Rick, and you don't have to prove anything to me anymore," they pressed their foreheads together, nose to nose, hugging each other tightly and closing their eyes. - Now just hold me, Castle. Put a kiss on top and bottom, so it stings. So that you don't get full soon. So that you forget yourself. So that it all works out. I really, really want to feel you in me.

- Then, Buddha help us!

Leaning her arm on his shoulder, Beckett slowly straightened, then helped Castle up. With frequent ragged breathing, helping each other a little nervously, they rustled their clothes, stripped naked. Castle ducked into the tent first and lay on his back, and Beckett, cup in hand, climbed in next, remembering to fasten the netting. It was naturally gloomier in the tent than outside, but Kate, kneeling at Castle's hips, still admired his excited look. So a venerable painter, greedily and penetratingly, admired his best model, and now only a final stroke remained to be added to the picture of passion. Beckett brought the bowl to her nose, sniffing at the tart aromas of herbs, and the other tightly, at the very base, embraced the elastic trunk. And Castle only grunted indefinitely: he could barely restrain himself from touching his wife there in return. A game is a game.

- Are you ready yet, Ricky-boy? - Beckett smiled playfully, setting the flask beside her. She hooked the dark clot on her fingertip and gently pulled back the foreskin to fit where it needed to go.

- Oh! Ouch! Oops! - Castle goofed as Kate's slender fingers gently rubbed the lube into the sensitive skin. - Beckett! It stings! Damn, it's like a mustard rub!

At the comparison, Kate only waggled her eyes familiarly. Supporting her arms, so as not to touch her secret-bleeding nature, she leaned slowly and slowly against her husband's mouth, hungry for affection. She kissed him briefly, and he answered immediately, but as if delayed, as if savoring, tasting, and then the soft tip of her thin tongue passed over his fleshy bottom lip, with biting, sucking, and loud exhalation: - Ugh!

When Beckett pulled away, their knowing glances met, and their smiles were the most enigmatic and beguiling. Probably another short pause, and Castle would have noticed that procrastination was death, but Kate, with a quiet, guttural groan, had already lowered herself onto his so wet and desirable cock. She sat up, listening to the sensations. It was hot, tight, and cool to come in! No discomfort from the unusual lubrication, and Castle was sniffing so contentedly, familiarly. Let's go!

The first movement was slow and careful, as if she was afraid of hurting him, but Castle was already waiting to continue with his mouth open with delight. His palms rested on her breasts, massaging her nipples, but Kate intercepted her wrists, commanding her to sit up. Without losing eye contact, she stretched her legs and crossed her ankles behind his back, nibbling her lips in agony. She pulled herself up tighter, helping with her arms and legs, squeezing her lower muscles into a tight, muscular ring. There, Castle, got it, and Beckett hoped it wouldn't be long before she let him out.

With her knees slightly apart, Kate pulled back slightly, and with a forceful hug around Castle's neck, she moved closer again. And again, and again, and again, without counting the time. Her pace quickened, and in time with her husband's heavy breathing, Kate smiled back. Back and forth, again and again, her supple, responsive body, like a weaving shuttle, drew out the delicate and sensual lace of love. From minute to minute, from second to second, the sensations became richer and sharper. Then a slowing motion, another and another. And it seemed like it could be done endlessly.

He pulsed inside her, moving his arms in sync with her waist, and she moaned and shrieked, her disheveled curls touching his face now and then. Rick didn't look away, only blinked, only running his hands harder over her shoulders and sides and thighs. When Kate's heated forehead fell against his shoulder, Castle brought his hands under her ass and lifted it slightly, catching the small, supple nipple with his mouth. With a kind of sadistic relish, an irrepressible madness, he licked, sucked, nibbled, lifted it, tickling it with the tip of his tongue and pressed lightly into its pink halo, and Beckett, wheezing, began to move faster and slower again. From minute to minute the tension increased, they were no longer moaning, but howling, growling at the top of their voices, and feeling the stupefying heat inside their minds and bodies, cumming at the same time.

- Cass... Ree..." Beckett mumbled in exhaustion, and when Castle leaned back tiredly, she naturally collapsed on his chest, letting him hug her tightly.

- So, how did it feel? - Castle whispered caringly, and licked a drop of sweat from her cheek. - Did you feel any difference?

- Mmm," she honestly didn't want to upset him, much less offend him (you can see why!), and Kate answered evasively:

- You were good, incomparably good, but it didn't seem enough to me. It's not much time before dawn, but there's something about aphrodisiacs we hadn't thought of at all. Of course, I understand the Buddha's chakras and the secret shrine and all that, but human beings are all the same! You can't deny that!

- I'm not going to," Castle sighed understandingly, still gently pressing Kate's flabby body against his chest. - After all, you are my most intense, most sensual and most incomparable aphrodisiac! Let's just take a little time at dawn, stretch out on our backs with our eyes covered, and think of each other, side by side and within ourselves, until the unknown efforts of the Buddha bring us back into the mystery of love. Believe it or not, Kate, the monks couldn't be more wrong. There's some kind of unbridled, beastly power in those stones.

"Well, well!" - Kate slumped to the ground to the right of Castle in a pleasant, heavy languor, and his soft fingertips began to wander softly over her body, sinking her now and now into a dream and now into a reality. Beckett probably would have passed out eventually anyway, but Rick suddenly moved her quietly onto her back. Kate struggled to open one eye: Castle was kneeling to her right. There he ducked, and by the light breeze of his breath Kate realized that Castle was aiming for her chest. His searching hand immediately slid between her thighs, and the simultaneous touch of both tongue and finger was very gentle. Then the pressure intensified a little: assiduously smacking, Castle licked and sucked alternately the firm nuts, preparing her beloved for continuation. His short rhythmic thrusts really worked wonders, and in every point of her body desire blossomed violently. Beckett fidgeted on the hard bed, spreading her legs, moaning and languishing with excitement, and when her involuntarily withdrawn wrist touched his swollen flesh, she called softly, curtly:

- Come to me... Come to me.

Castle was instantly on top, entered smoothly, tightly, froze for a second ... and it was all over again. Like two little Shivas, they intertwined arms and legs, bodies glued together, and squirmed and rolled over the bed, in pursuit of a powerful, lingering peak that suddenly exploded abruptly, brightly, figuratively, hurling their bodies into unspeakable powerlessness and bliss. Nothing would keep them out of Morpheus' clinging embrace now, but as Beckett passed out, she caught Castle's contented, velvet voice softly complaining into the ceiling:

- Oh, those treacherous monks! My lingam burns like a lot of cayenne pepper! I shall have to bathe him in his place until he asks for mercy. And how's your...yoni doing?

- I'm not really obsessing over her condition, Castle," Kate said, rubbing her cheek against his chest. She closed her eyelashes in a state of unexplainable bliss, ready to pass out at any moment. - I feel so indescribably good, not even a hard stone is bothering my back. I guess I'm just tired of worry, of unfulfilled hopes, of not believing in myself. - Beckett didn't speak anymore, but mumbled unintelligibly. - But if it's meant to be, I'll accept whatever fantastic theory you propose. Thank you for surprising me, Castle!

- Always!