A/N: Maybe it would still fit into a strong T rating, but I rated it M, just for safety :))
Prompt: „Beckett's scars pulls in bed and Castle warms her up with his hands."
Pushing the door open, Kate Beckett trudged past the treshold of the loft, barely able to stand on her own, two feet. She had a long and exhausting day at work, running down suspects all day.
After closing the door and making sure it's locked, she placed her hand on the left side of her belly, swiping her fingers along the healed scar below her ribcages, which was now tugging in a familiar warning.
It's been more than a year since she had been shot, since she had almost bled out in the cemetery at captain Montgomery's funeral. Her scars were already healed, but it was a long way of recovery and on days like these, when she was running after bad guys all day, the familiar, tugging sensation always made itself known around the remnats of her stiches.
Clutching her hand into her left side she managed to take a few more steps ahead, just enough to make it til the bedroom. Hissing in pain, she slowly sat at the edge of the twin-sized bed, rubbing her fingers along the healed, yet aching surgical scar.
Cursing herself under her breath for not being careful enough and putting too much strain on her healing body she slowly started undressing, as much as her aching muscles had allowed.
Grimacing at the sight of her battered body she sighed out in disappointment, still unable to accept the scars now adorning her fragile body. It's been more than a year, yet she was still unable to make piece with what had happened.
Letting out another heavy sigh, she decided to skip shower. The hot water would surely help to ease the tangled knot of muscles yeah, but she was too tired to even get up from bed, let alone take a shower. It can wait til the moring, Kate mumbled to herself.
After changing into her favorite, comfortable PJs she crawled in bed, curling under the cover next to her sleeping boyfriend. She was about to snuggle further into Castle's side, when that damned surgical scar started hurting again, sending a jab of pain through the left side of her abdomen. She silently cried out in pain and rolled onto her back, swiping her fingers along the marred flesh under her left breast.
"Hey, you are finally at home." Castle slurred next to her with sleep-clouded voice.
"Yeah, finally." She sighed tiredly, turning to face him, her hands still caressing the knotted up muscles at her left side, trying to ease the unbearable agony of pain forming at her abdomen. The rounded bullet scar between her breast was barely hurting anymore, it was healing fine, but the surgical scar where the doctors cut her to dig the bullet free was however another discussion. It's been over a year, yet it still hurt like hell.
"You okay?" Castle asked in concern, propping himself up on one elbow.
"Yeah, just the usual." Kate managed to get out through grit teeth.
"Your scar is pulling again?" Castle asked softly at the sight of her grimacing face, reaching his hand out to caress her aching body through the fabric of her shirt.
"Yeah," she sighed, closing her eyes against the sudden feel of comfort he could provide with only one touch.
He kept rubbing and massaging the sensitive skin around her surgical scar in a circling motion, trying to ease the tense knot of muscles. It was weird to admit, but his talented fingers could always lessen the pain, could always make her feel better. Still with her eyes closed she slowly withdrew her own hand and let out a heavy sigh of contentment, easing further into his gentle touch.
Caressing her stomach in a soothing motion, Castle slowly pushed her shirt up, taking a look at the angry red mark around the remnants of her stiches.
"Oh Kate," he said in concern, touching the uneven skin below her ribs.
"It really looks swollen," he added on a harsh breath, slowly tracing his fingers along the lenght of her scar.
"Yeah, I know." She hissed in pain when his broad hand came in contact with her bare, sensitive skin. She then opened her eyes, looking straight into his concerned gaze.
"It was a busy a day," Kate sighed, her eyes never leaving his. "I had to run a lot today, and it was really cold outside, which only made it worse." She hissed again, gritting her teeth in pain.
"Oh Kate, let me help you," he said in a low, sincere voice, covering her aching belly with the warmth of his palm. "Let me help you to feel better." He breathed into her bare skin, slowly pushing her shirt further up, exposing the rounded scar between her breasts.
"Okay," Kate said breathily, closing her eyes against the warmth of his touch, letting him take control over her exposed body.
He leaned closer, milking in the beautiful sight of her. She was wounded, her body littered with various scars, yet in his eyes, she was always gorgeous, beautiful like an angel. It's been almost half a year since they became a couple, since she had showed up at his doorsteps, soaked in rain. It's been almost six months since he had the pleasure to exlopre her naked body for the very first time, yet he still couldn't get enough of her, never would.
She was fully dressed, only her shirt was pulled up, yet he couldn't get enough of the beautiful sight of her slender body. As her bare, exposed skin glistened in the low lamplight of the room was something indescribable, filling him with so much warmth and need.
Without thinking twice he leaned over her and gently palmed her breasts, massaging them in a circling motion, while his mouth traveled down her bare skin, staining the swollen flesh around her scar with hot kisses and unspoken promises. Still with her eyes closed she moaned at his unexpected touch, suddenly wanting more of him.
"Oh, Castle please," Kate wheezed as he kept massaging her breasts, swiping his thumb over the tightened peak of her nipple.
"Oh, sorry. Did I hurt you?" He pulled away quickly.
"No," she panted, opening her eyes. "I want you Castle, I need you."
"Are you sure?" He asked in concern, his brow furrowing adorably.
"Yeah," Kate sighed, flashing him a smile. "I want you Castle. But take it slow, okay?" She said, looking at him with eyes filled with want and desire.
"Yeah, sure." He smiled back with the same lust, looking at her with understanding eyes.
Still holding her gaze, he slowly tugged her panties down, tracing his fingers along her freshly-shaved legs. Kate moaned at his unexpected touch, feeling a sudden wave of arousal running through her entire body.
Her heart was beating profoundly in her chest and a line of sweat broke along her hairline as he slowly trailed his fingers up and down her bare legs, pressing soft kisses on her inner thight, knowing excatly where to touch her.
Heat flared up inside her entire body and despite the harsh tug of her scars she wanted him, needed him, here and now, more than ever before.
She sprawled her legs instictively, ready for him to enter, but much to her chagrin he was still fully dressed. Groaning at the sight of him in clothes, she playfully told him to get rid of his PJs to which, he gladly obeyed. While he was undressing, she quickly got rid of her own night shirt as well, smirking at the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra, neither an underwear.
She was now completely naked in front of him, laying her bare skin in the care of his hands, trusting him entirely, like on that very first, stormy night only half a year ago.
After finally getting rid of all his clothes and his boxers, Castle positioned himself above her and gently sprawled her legs even further, careful not to jostle her injured muscles. Taking one last moment to appreciate her glourious naked body he cupped her breasts, pressing hot kisses along every inch of her exposed skin wherever he could reach and with a slow, gentle thrust, he was in.
Kate arched her neck and moaned softly as he spilled inside her, filling her completely.
Lacing her arms around his neck to steady her undulating body she closed her eyes, enjoying the gentle move of his body atop hers. Castle was withdrawing and gliding back in slowly, carefully, just like she had liked it, just like she had wanted it. He slid deeper and deeper each time and his gentle thrusts were like a balm to her aching scars, soothing her seized up muscles like nothing else could, washing away all the pain. He hit the right spot which each and every thrust, making her fragile, aching body yearn for him like never before, and she had to hold onto him tightly as the sparkles of pleasure and disare threatened to overtake her entire body. Castle held her tightly yet carefully against himself, cradling her squirming body into his hands like it's the most precious thing he had ever held. He breathed some beautiful words into her sweat-slick skin, staining every part of her with hot kisses, and with a strangled moan leaving her lips she surged forward in response, burying her face deeper into the cove of his body. She moaned as his thrust became harder and faster, slowly pushing her toward the edge.
Kissing his broad shoulders and still holding onto him tightly she closed her eyes again, letting her mind wander into a different kind of world, where nothing else mattered just happiness.
Her hips were moving in need, matching the steady rhythm of his as he kept thrusting further and further inside her, sharply yet tenderly at the same time. No man could ever make her feel like he could, no man could ever hold her so possesively yet so freely, no one could ever make her this happy. Castle was the only man she could fully expose herself to, without any regrets and complaints, without any shame or doubt. He was her one and done, her forever and her always. With him, it was never just sex. It was everything and more.
When they were connected in the most intimate ways she felt like flying somewhere above the coulds, freed from all the bitterness, from all the pain. In his arms she was good enough, she was whole. Suddenly a strong wave of heat washed over, making her all sweaty.
She moaned into his bare skin, unable to hold herself back. He was still carefully gliding in and out, her hips were still moving with his, but she was slowly loosing control, she could barely feel her lower body anymore.
Tiny white stars flickered through her vision after his each and every thrust, and the last thing she heard before the white hot pleasure engulfed her entirely was a softI love you mumbled into the shell of her ear. He loved her! And she loved him too, always would.
A lazy smile broke across her lips and with him in mind, she slowly surrended herself to the ripples of pleasure, letting her undulating body to be overtaken, eaten up by the strong wave of euphoria.
When she crashed from her natural high a few minutes later, Castle was already lying next to her, tenderly caressing the marred skin on the left side of her abdomen. With a tired smile on her face she closed her eyes, enjoying the gentle move of his fingers on her bare stomach.
"Is it better now?" He asked in a low voice, tracing his fingers along the raised flesh in a soothing motion.
The tugging sensation around her scar was now back again, but thanks to Castle it wasn't that harsh anymore, just a dull ache.
"Yeah, so much better." Kate replied contentedly with half-lidded eyes, easing further into his touch. Her entire body was fully relaxed, her legs were still sprawled, slightly quivering. A lazy smile claimed her lips as she recalled the intense love making they just had. Castle could always make her feel better, no matter what. He always knew where to touch her, she was like an opened book to him, her body like a treasure map, which he had explored each and every time with such care and love. She could never get tired of the feel of his fingers on her bare skin, as he worshipped her naked body every single time they were connected was something beyond words to describe. He was special in every way possible, and she couldn't be more thankful to have him as her boyfriend.
Ignoring the slight ache between her legs she slowly turned onto her side, snuggling into the cove of his body.
"Are you sore?" He asked huskily, brushing a wet, sweaty strand of hair away from her face, his gentle touch making her naked body shiver.
"Yeah, but in a good way." She smiled contentedly, curling further into the warmth of his embrace.
Noticing her shivering frame, Castle quickly covered her naked back, sharing his own duvet with her.
"Thank you Castle," she slurred into his embrace, smiling at the sweet gesture. "Thank you for warming me up, I really needed it." She breathed into his chest, inhaling the sweet scent of his naked skin. "What you did to me was amazing." Kate sighed, fighting a yawn.
"Always, Kate." He replied with a smirk, knowing excatly what was she reffering to. "And you were great too." He added playfully, cradling her naked body into the care of his palms, pulling her in for a long, passionate kiss.
A/N: Thanks for reading, I hope you guys liked this short story I wrote. Hopefully next time I can write something longer. Until then, take care and stay safe! :)