I've never written anything this uh, to the point before nor have i ever written anything that wasn't Rizzles slash before so i have no idea if this is any good.
Also if you know me in real life; no. no you don't.
They'd both had a long few weeks. Multiple big cases, Castle away on book signings twice; it'd led to some serious time apart for them.
So Kate had known she wanted to do something special since he'd called a couple nights ago, the hunger clear in his voice. She'd toyed with a couple ideas, new lingerie, new positions but nothing seemed like it was going to scratch that itch. And then as she laid in bed the night before Castle arrived home, her glass nudged on the bedside table, the ice slowly melting.
Castle arrives home later than expected the next evening. He'd been texting Kate since he landed, she'd picked up a case and was going to have to work late. Not exactly the welcome home he was looking for but he knew they'd make up for it eventually.
The elevator dings and pulls Castle from his daydream of the last time she'd had to work late after he'd been away. Woken him up at 3am when she got home wearing nothing but a smile. He smirked and grabbed his luggage dragging it gently towards his loft. He was met with darkness, no surprise there. Martha was away in the Hamptons and Alexis was at Paige's studying for some test they had in a few days. He smiles softly when he spotted a note taped to the refrigerator 'Leftovers inside, warm them up. See you when I finish. Love KB.' He opens the fridge and spots the glass dish in front of him but grabs a bottle instead, closing the door and using the opener on the front to release the top. He takes a long swig and sighs.
He considers eating but instead decides to take a shower first, he hates that feeling after being on a plane all day. He leaves his luggage at the door for now, leaving his shoes alongside them and pads over to his bedroom. He feels for the light switch and bathes the room in light and brings the bottle to his lips absently and thats when he sees her.
Laid out on their bed, her hair spread gently across the pillows wearing nothing but stilettos and a smirk.
"Hi."
It takes everything he has not to spit the remainder of his beer on the ground in front of him.
"Kate…"
She shifts, leaning onto one arm to look at him properly.
"I thought you had to work?" He asks, he's not entirely sure he's not just tired and imagining this.
"I think Espo and Ryan felt sorry for you, said they could handle tonight without me."
Its positively hungry the way she's looking at him across the room.
He nods, even after all this time, to see her like this still gives him pause.
"Did you want to join me or?" She prompts gently, her smirk a little more playful now.
She doesn't need to ask him twice and he's depositing his beer on the beside table next to her empty glass and shoving his T-shirt over his shoulders.
"Have you been waiting for me long?" He questions nodding towards the empty glass.
"No." Is all the reply he gets before her mouth claims his.
Her tongue swipes his lower lip and he's surprised at how cold her mouth feels. Not that it takes long to warm up when returns the kiss harder, moving his hand slide under her head and pulls her up to him. Her hands come up to trace his chest, trailing down to his jeans.
Castle moves his hand out exposing the side of her neck and begins trailing kisses across her jawline to her neck. Kate takes the opportunity to find the button his jeans releasing it and sliding down the zip. It doesn't take her long to work her hand inside and find him hot and hard for her already, she works her hand firmly and slides her fingers across the length of him through the fabric of his shorts.
"Jesus Kate,"
"Well, at least one of those names is mine Castle." She smiles up at him.
At least her actions seems to speed him up and he leans up for a second pushing his jeans and shorts down his legs. He has to stand for a second to take them actually off and when he looks back at her somethings different.
He quirks his eyebrow and watches as she leans over to her glass, sweeping one ice cube up in her slender fingers and bringing down to her chest.
"Sit." She says it so softly he's not even sure he's heard her, but the look in her eyes confirms he heard her right and he perchs at her side.
"Lower, Rick." She nods to the bottom of the bed between her legs. He moves, kneels between her legs and he suddenly thinks he knows what she wants when he looks up the length of her body.
But then he sees her move the ice cube across her collarbone, the trail of water and goosebumps it leaves behind. He's dying to use his tongue to follow that path, even more so when the ice moves again and trails down across her left nipple. He hears her intake of breath and when he looks away from the ice her eyes are closed and her bottom lip pulled between her teeth.
He's so focused on watching her face and her fingers he never sees her other hand pull another piece of ice from the glass until her back arches just slightly and her other hand has met her right nipple with and identical piece of ice.
If he thought he was hard earlier its got nothing on now, he can feel himself throbbing. From his angle she's spread out in front of him and he can see just how much she's enjoying this, how much she loves to let him watch her. He's dying to lean down, run his tongue through her folds and taste her but he knows thats not the game. He knows she'll tell him when she's ready.
Her hands are slipping lower, the trail of water drying on her hot body almost instantly.
His mouth opens, pulse quickens, She'snot going to….is she? he stifles a groan and she opens her eyes to look down at him.
He's down there watching like his life depends on it, harder than she's ever seen him. His hands on either side of her legs like he's ready to pounce.
The moan that she allows when the ice finally meets her own wetness is one Castles never heard before.
"Fuck Kate."
She trails the ice lightly, tracing her inner thighs before circling her clit once or twice before leaving off, running up to the line of cold and pain and moving away. He can hear her breathing getting faster, she's quieter than usual. Rick knows she's always quieter on her own than with him anyway but this is something else. He can feel her thighs shaking and see the tension in her stomach.
"Rick.." Kate breathes from above him.
He looks up and he knows thats his signal. Thank fuck. If shed carried that on it really might not have ended the way they wanted.
Castle moves so quickly up her body can feel the ice trapped under his hips against her hips. The cold surprises him but she's so hot against him he cant really feel anything else.
Until cold slender flingers wrap around his length, directing him exactly where they both need him. She moves him a few times against her, running him against her clit and he feels her teeth hit his shoulder when her grazes a particularly sensitive spot.
The ice routine had her closer than he thought, it occurs him.
He moves and finally, finally slides into her, planning to give her a second to adjust but when she feels her teeth in his shoulder again he gives up that plan and moves his hips immediately.
"Oh god Rick. I missed you." Kate breathes in his ear before claiming his lips again. Its brief, a smudge of her lips against his before she's moaning his name in his ear again.
She wraps her legs over her hips and he feels her heels dig into his lower back and the angle changes allowing him in deeper and all of a sudden that wave that had been lapping gently at the shore is there, taking over her. It takes them both by surprise thats she's suddenly clenched around him, her nails dug into his back, all the breath stolen from her.
"Jesus Castle. Oh, fuck, Rick."
He keeps going, his hips continuing their rhythm gently through, trying to prolong her pleasure without letting himself follow her. He wants to carry this on. Its been too long, he needs to be with her for longer.
Castle feels Becketts nails slacken in his back and her hips begin to meet his again. Her eyes opening to meet his.
"You didn't?"
He shakes his head, concentration etched on his face.
As she comes back to herself she releases her legs from behind his back and moves them so that she can roll them. She grinds down, loving how it takes his breath away when she does that. She knows he loves her on top like this, her hair spilling down over her shoulders, breasts leaned just out of the touch of his mouth, her pleasure written all over her face.
They set a punishing, tireless rhythm, meeting each other every time. Her nails scrape down his chest, their lips and tongues fighting for control.
He's close, she can feel it. His thrusts aren't quite meeting and his hands and gripped so tightly around her hips. She knows she's not far but not close enough.
"Castle"
His eyes struggle open and he can see what she's asking. He slips one hand from her hips and traces it to where they meet and finds her clit, running circles over the sensitive area and he hears the change in her. Her thrusts speed up and he knows she's where he is.
"Kate?"
"Let go Rick, I'm with you."
She feels him release and it tips her over the edge, that build of pressure that had been steadily building in her core suddenly snaps and releases. She feels it everywhere, the continual washes of pleasure as she feels castle continue to pump his hips into her beneath her. His thumb still circling dragging out every second of pleasure they can together.
She feels herself drop to his chest, his hands coming to rest on her back. Theres nothing to be said right now, they just lay, basking in each other.
Its only a few minutes later when Castle strokes her hair and she lazily opens her eyes and looks up at him.
"So, you do that one thing with ice yeah?"