Disclaimer: I do not own the characters featured on the show Castle, they belong to the creator of the show, ABC and the others who do own them.
A/N #1: Since this chapter is so short, I'll be posting the next chapter in a few hours.
A/N #2: The title of this story and the chapter are both lyrics from the song Pisces Fish written by George Harrison, from his album Brainwashed.
It Seems Like Fiction
"Mesdames et Messieurs, nous présentons l'amour parmi les étoiles. Ladies and gentlemen, we present love among the stars," the man dressed in Victorian era garb said, holding his arms and a top hat aloft. He bowed to the applause of the audience and stepped aside as the curtain was withdrawn and watched the tableau already there.
Waiting for the woman dressed in a long sleeved, high necked Victorian gown to stand, looking down at the divan in the middle of the display. The man that had been sitting with her joined her, taking her hand and kneeling at her feet.
"The lovers are chaste," the host said in a French accent. "But their passion is too great for them to contain."
The woman put her hand up to her forehead in a gesture of being overwhelmed, the man kissing the air above her arm as he traveled up to her shoulder.
"They part in desperation," the host continued. "But the male desire, it overwhelms."
On the stage, the man grabbed the woman while they both moved slowly for a tableau and lowered his head to hers to kiss her.
"I wonder if he really is," a man murmured to another in the audience.
"I know, she's hot," the other replied.
"The woman, she is panicked, feeling her beau's desire but unaware of the ways of sex," the host said.
Stepping away slowly from the man, the woman parted her legs to simulate running before the man was going after her, taking her hand.
"Passion overwhelms as he captures her in his arms again," the host said. "And the woman knows raw desire," the host said.
The curtain covered the stage while the audience was applauding, and the host moved to stand directly in front of it.
"The lovers come together and resist no more, discarding their clothes as impediments of the most repugnant kind," the host said before moving out of the way again.
The audience was applauding when the curtain parted to reveal the pair standing in front of the duvet. The male was naked, as was the woman, though he was holding a white corset in his fingers away from himself.
"The last of the barriers discarded," the host then said to the audience. "The lovers lay together and the man begins to show his lady pleasure."
The audience members were silent while they were watching the man on the stage kiss over the woman's body as she let out tiny cries of obvious joy. He went to her sex and lapped at it visibly for the benefit of the audience and continued until the woman was crying out in her orgasm.
"Feeling her very first pleasure, the female becomes bold and draws her lover closer," the host said.
The woman, while the man raised himself above her, grasped his member before he moved down to her.
"They come together. Their bodies one, and the young lady becomes a woman," the host said.
Thrusting against the woman, the man was going hard though the setup was her as a virgin. He faltered and gasped out for air before he was moving again until he had to stop.
"What is it?" the woman asked him in surprise in a whisper since they'd done that same show before.
"I don't…" the man said, unable to finish as he turned to the side and was vomiting onto the floor. He seemed to do it unendingly before he was choking and slumping on the woman while she was screaming.
"Help me! Al's dead! He's dead!" the woman was yelling, trying to push the body off her.
The audience was yelling and screaming in response while they ran away from the macabre scene, out of the tent into the bright sunshine of the winter day.
