A/N: Oops more smut. There's plot too though.


This was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to Alexis. And after being raised by Richard Castle, who at times behaved like a toddler with an AmEx, the bar had been set high. She had been so careful her whole life, watching how impulsive decision making constantly upended the lives of people she loved. She was proud of the reputation she had cultivated for herself as someone responsible and level-headed, someone that could be relied on. Now she's someone who sleeps around without even bothering to check if she already knows the guy.

Alexis thought about making a run for it. She could grab her panties and phone and bolt for the door before Detective Ryan realizes who she is. As soon as the thought occurred to her, she realized how ridiculous that plan is. They may have only really interacted in passing over the last six years after her dad became a fixture at the precinct, but the man investigates for a living. Once the fog of alcohol cleared, it wouldn't be hard for him to figure out the identity of the young redhead.

Detective Ryan was staring up at Alexis quizzically from where he still knelt at the foot of his bed. Seeing no point to drawing out the inevitable, Alexis pulled her own mask off, revealing her face to him. At first, he didn't react at all, just continued to stare at her unblinking. Then he buried his head in his hands, letting out a groan as he rubbed his palms down his face.

"Shit. Castle is going to kill me."

"No! No," Alexis insisted, suddenly less timid than she had been moments before. "He isn't going to find out about this because we," she gestured between the two of them frantically with her hands, "are never going to tell him."

Detective Ryan nodded slowly, and his gaze drifted down from her face to her still exposed chest for just a second before his eyes slammed shut and he turned away. The reminder of how on display her body was made Alexis blush crimson. She quickly righted her bra and located her underwear on the floor, yanking it on. Detective Ryan pulled two t-shirts and two sets of sweatpants out of a dresser.

He passed a set to Alexis before pulling on his own, "I figured you'd be more comfortable with something more to wear."

"God, yes. Thank you," she replied, scrambling to cover up.

Once both were dressed, Alexis felt ready to look Detective Ryan in the eyes without completely melting down in shame. They stared at each other for a beat without speaking. An awkward tension filled the room around them. "I should head home then…" Alexis trailed off unsure of how to interact with the man in front of her after everything they'd done tonight.

"It's pretty late," Detective Ryan protested, glancing at a clock on his nightstand that revealed it was now after two in the morning. "It's going to be almost impossible to get a cab around here and the subway isn't safe this time of night. You should just sleep here."

"That would actually be so amazing. If I go home now there's a good chance that I walk in on Taylor on our couch doing your friend, who oh God I just realized is probably Detective Esposito!"

Detective Ryan chuckled as her cheeks flushed again. "Okay, good. I'll just go sleep on the couch then," he said moving to leave her alone in the bedroom.

She couldn't believe how sweet he was being to her given the awkwardness of the situation. "No, Detective Ryan, I can't let you do that. I'm the one intruding. I'll take the couch," Alexis offered.

He winced as she said his name. "Can you call me Kevin?" he requested, "I think that would make me feel marginally less creepy, considering tonight."

"Creepy? There's no reason for you to feel creepy," she protested. "Is this just because of the age difference? Because nothing happened tonight that I didn't fully participate in."

Kevin sighed before slowly moving to sit on the edge of his bed. "Look, Alexis," he said, "You're the daughter of a friend. I knew you when you were a kid. That dynamic makes this wrong."

Alexis took a seat next to him on the bed, facing him, one leg folded under her. "Kevin, you barely knew me as a kid. You were not even close to a significant part of my life then. Be honest. Back then how often did I cross your mind when my dad wasn't actively talking about me?" she asked.

"Almost never," he answered.

"Exactly!" she reassured. "So, it's not a big deal. Certainly nothing to feel guilty about."

He scanned her face, as if looking for proof that she meant what she had said, and the intense perusal made her wonder if this was what he looked like in an interrogation. She tried to exude confidence, wanting him to accept what she had truly meant. After a few moments Kevin nodded to himself, then looked down at his hands folded in his lap.

When he looked back up at her he narrowed his eyes and questioned, "If there's nothing wrong, why were you so freaked out when you realized it was me?"

"Honestly I was just startled. I haven't ever done the whole one-night stand thing before, and part of how I talked myself into was that it would be a stranger I'd never have to see again if I hated it. Not that I hated it," she started to ramble, eyes wide. She blushed remembering how enthusiastic she'd been in expressing her enjoyment earlier in the night. "Obviously I didn't hate it. I just meant that I wasn't expecting to see anyone I knew by that point, so I was surprised–"

"Alexis, it's okay. I get it. Breathe," Kevin interrupted her and took one of her hands in his own to calm her.

Alexis took a deep breath, looking down to where his thumb rubbed soothingly over the back of her hand. When she looked back up, and their eyes met again, she felt the same pull she'd felt in the club earlier tonight. She could see her own desire reflected in his expression.

"Well, it seems to me like if we've already crossed the line, we might as well make the most of it," she suggested, a devious grin spreading across her face.

"That's not a good idea," Kevin said, but he didn't pull his hand from hers or move to put any distance between them.

"It's not like you can un-fuck me," she quipped, giggling at the surprised face he made at her unexpectedly crass statement. "So, you might as well lay back," she gently pushed his shoulders down to get him flat on the bed as she spoke, and moved to straddle his lap, "and enjoy yourself."

Kevin groaned as she did this, but his hands moved to rest on her thighs. "Alright," he conceded, "but this time I want to see all of you."

Alexis pulled the t-shirt he'd given her over her head. Her hands reached behind her back to unhook her bra, before dragging the straps down her arms and discarding the garment on the floor. Kevin took in the sight with hungry eyes, before surging up and catching her lips with his own. Their lust from earlier in the night was returning in full force. She returned the kiss with just as much passion, her hips grinding down against him where he was growing hard once again. Her small hands slipped under his shirt, roaming across the smooth planes of his chest. He stripped his shirt off, only pulling away from her for a moment before rejoining their mouths, bare chests pressing against each other.

Kevin flipped them so Alexis was under him, and started kissing his way down her body, stopping to lavish attention anywhere that earned him a strong reaction from her. When he reached the waistband of his sweatpants that she wore, he yanked them off in one swift movement, before peeling her lace trimmed stockings off her legs, slowly, taking time to run his hands over every inch of her skin on the way down. Then he pulled off her garter belt and her panties, returning the final scraps of lace to the floor, leaving her fully bare and tangled in his sheets beneath him.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered, committing to memory the image of her red curls stark against the pale white of his bedding and her milky skin, the way her blue eyes gleamed at him, the shape of her every curve.

Alexis gasped as Kevin scraped his teeth against her hipbone, before tonguing over the spot, soothing her sensitive skin. The sensation sent tingles straight between her legs, and she could feel how wet she'd become again. She was desperate to feel his tongue against her, like she'd been about to before they'd gotten sidetracked by their monumental revelation. He kissed up her inner thigh before dragging his tongue up the length of her slit. Alexis moaned at the sensation, finally feeling friction where she'd needed it so badly. Her hips bucked against his face, seeking out more, so Kevin gripped her hips firmly, holding her in place on the mattress.

He licked and sucked her pussy, catching every drop of her arousal. His tongue dipped into her entrance before moving up to flick against her aching clit. Alexis's breathing quickened and her thighs began to tremble as she strained against his hold towards the pleasure he was giving her. Kevin pulled away, leaving her on the brink of release.

"Don't stop," she begged. "Kevin, please, I'm so close."

"Is that what you want?" he asked. "You want me to make you cum?"

Her pussy clenched at his commanding tone. He sank one of his fingers into her heat, moving it in and out of her too slowly to give her the satisfaction she craved. She whimpered, and he added another finger, maintaining his slow pace as he asked her, "Tell me Alexis. Is this what you want?"

Her earnest eyes met his as she pleaded, "More. I need more."

His mouth dropped to her once again, latching over her clit and sucking hard. Kevin's fingers slid into her faster, curling to press against a sweet spot inside of her. Alexis's back arched and her legs shook uncontrollably. Her orgasm crashed into her, exploding in waves of pleasure that rolled over her body. She cried out, her walls quivering around his fingers as he continued to lick her through her release.

While Alexis still came down from the high of her orgasm, Kevin stood and shucked his remaining clothing. He retrieved a condom from his bedside table and quickly put it on, then joined Alexis on his bed. They lay on their sides facing each other before he caught her lips in a tender kiss. He pulled away just enough to whisper.

His lips brushed against hers as he asked, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, Kevin. I want you," she replied, then kissed him fiercely, showing him the strength of her desire for him.

Kevin moved to hover over her, holding himself above her on his forearms. He lined up and slid into her easily, her folds so slippery with want. Alexis grabbed his shoulders, needing something to hold onto as pleasure overtook her again. He started thrusting at a slow, steady rhythm, filling her so completely with every pump of his hips. The feeling of his thick cock dragging against her wet walls was driving Alexis to madness. And then he kissed her, his tongue massaging against her own at the same rhythm as his hips. The effect was euphoric. She had never felt so worshipped as she did under his ministrations.

Strong hands caressed over her body before finding the backs of her knees and hitching her legs up high against his side. She gasped at the sudden change in angle. His thrusts picked up speed, and he drove into her forcefully. His pelvis ground into her clit with each of his thrusts and she could hear the slick sounds of her wetness coating his length every time he pulled out of her. His blue eyes stared into her, and the intensity in them sent her over the edge.

She screamed out for him, digging her nails into his shoulders, "Oh my God. I'm coming. Kevin, I'm coming."

She clamped down around his cock, still thrusting in and out, fucking her through her third orgasm that night. Alexis arched off the bed, back bowed in pleasure as light exploded behind her eyes. Her body was tensed and a light sheen of sweat covered her skin. A few more strokes and Kevin's hips stuttered before he groaned and closed his eyes.

His head dropped against her shoulder, and he muttered, "You feel so fucking perfect," before relaxing against her.

Kevin pulled away from her to tie off the condom and toss it in the trash. He climbed back into bed, dragging the rumpled covers up over them both. He tugged Alexis into his embrace, and she settled into the warmth of his arms, soaking in the soft kisses he placed at the nape of her neck. All the excitement and adrenaline of the night were slipping away, and she fell into a deep sleep.


Alexis woke not long after the sun had come up over the horizon. The few hours she slept was plenty of time for her hangover to set in. Her head was pounding as she opened her eyes to an initially unfamiliar room. At the sight of her white lace panties on the floor, her memories of the previous night came flooding back. She was not prepared for a morning after conversation. She just wanted to go home, take a shower, and sleep off this hangover in her own bed.

Alexis crawled out of bed carefully, determined not to wake the still sleeping detective. She gathered the scraps of her costume that were scattered across the bedroom, pulling them on as she found them. She dressed in the shirt and pants he'd lent her during their conversation the night before, wanting more than just lingerie for her trek home.

Alexis took a moment to watch Kevin as he slept, taking a mental photograph of his peaceful face as he rested and then she slipped out of his bedroom. She grabbed the last of her items that trailed to the front door. Not wanting to leave him wondering why she disappeared before he woke up, Alexis jotted down a quick note and left it on his kitchen table.

Kevin,

Don't arrest me, but I stole your clothes. For some reason my costume feels far less appropriate on Nov 1st than it did on Oct 31st .

Thanks for last night. I had fun.

-Alexis

Alexis's cab ride home was quick, most people still yet to start their day. She was hoping to sneak in before Taylor and any company she may have were up and about. She made her way down the hall quickly, not wanting any neighbors to see her in sweatpants and high heels, feathered mask and wings in hand. She shut the door to her apartment behind her as soon as she crossed the threshold.

She made her way into the living room, expecting to hustle to her room and hunker down when a voice rang out from the kitchen.

"Alexis?"

She looked up to see Detective Esposito standing in her kitchen, wearing only boxers and a t-shirt, making pancakes. She watched his face as he took in the NYPD shirt she wore. Then his eyes traveled to remnants of her costume she held in her hand, then up to the hickey on her neck. Alexis could see the moment it came together in his mind. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped slightly, before closing then opening then closing again as if he wanted to speak but was unable to find the words. Her cheeks flushed as they held eye contact in silence before she started slowly walking backwards towards the door to her room.

"I'm just gonna go in there…so you and Taylor have a good morning…"

Alexis closed the door and marched straight the bottle of Advil on her dresser, quickly swallowing two. She walked to her bed before flopping face down on top of it. Future Alexis could deal with this whole awkward mess. Right now, she was going to sleep.