CHAPTER TWO: Deja Vu

The scent of stale cigarette smoke lingers in the air. The walls have yellowed with age, nicks and dings marking the careless passage of others over time. Faded green carpeting, stained and lumpy, complete the picture of a run-down apartment complex, its glory days a forgotten memory. Following Kate's lead, Castle looks around at the dimly lit hallway. Nerves stretched thin, senses alert, he gets a bad feeling about the situation they're walking into. Wishing he had his vest on, he can only hope the tip they received about the low level drug dealer's location was false. They'd been just around the corner when they got the call. Not wanting to waste time, Beckett told Ryan and Esposito they'd check it out. It wasn't supposed to be dangerous, but something didn't feel right to him. He knew they were simply trying to locate the dealer so he could be put under surveillance, but something was off.

Slowing down as they near the end of the hallway, Beckett turns back to Castle, repeating what she'd told him earlier. "Remember, we don't want to spook him. If he's here, we can't make contact. We just have to locate him so we can get a team to follow him. We'll have to be inconspicuous. Okay? Our contact said he'll be on the move shortly, so we have to blend in."

"Sure. Right. Okay." He babbles nervously, wondering how she's planning to do that. He may be in jeans and have ditched his jacket, but he doesn't exactly look like a resident of the building. She at least fits in a little more, her battered leather jacket and jeans looking more appropriate for the locale.

Hearing a door open down the hall and seeing someone linger there, Beckett glances over her shoulder. Not wanting to draw attention to herself, she steps into Castle and whispers "Is that him?"

Looking over her shoulder, he tries to make out the man's features. "I'm not sure. I can't really see him yet."

"Okay. Just go with it." she responds.

Before he realizes what's happening, she pushes him up against the wall. Reaching one hand behind his neck, she raises up on her tiptoes and fuses her mouth with his while pushing her body into his chest and arms. Immediately understanding her play, he instinctively responds. Reaching for her, he puts his hands on her hips and pulls her into his body before banding one arm firmly around her back. Opening up to her, he lets his tongue tangle with hers. Eyes slamming shut at the first taste of her, he feels lightning race through his veins, igniting a fire within him, as he pours himself into the kiss. Feeling his body's immediate response, he tries to keep his groin apart, not wanting to force his body's enthusiastic response upon her.

Pulling back, she asks "Is that him?" under her breath. With his eyes closed, he has no idea. Realizing he's going to be useless at keeping an eye out for their target, she flips their positions, pressing her back into the wall. Reaching behind him, she moves her hands down to his ass, cupping his cheeks before pulling him flush into her body, urging him with her mouth, hands and body to get closer. Moaning at the new contact, he begins trailing kisses down her neck, wanting only to explore her more fully, seeking out the secrets of her body. It's their undercover kiss all over again, except now she's pushing them into even greater intimacy. Following her lead, he takes everything she offers and pushes for more. An involuntary moan is torn from her. He feels the hard points of her breasts pushing into his chest. She begins moving against him, rubbing herself against his erection, increasing his desire for her. He feels his cock throbbing at the contact, wanting nothing more than to push into her and feel her wetness. Trying to regain his composure, he holds still. Then he feels a leg snake around his, climbing his leg until she has opened her center to him and wrapped her leg around his hip. Not needing any further invitation, he thrusts against her center once, hard, dragging another moan from her. Feeling her squeeze his butt harder, pulling him into her, he begins gently thrusting against her, a quick and dirty rhythm designed to get her off. Diving back into the kiss, he dares to let his hand move from her hip up her side. Feeling her twist towards his hand, he looks at her for permission, his fingers brushing the underside of her breast. Seeing her quick little nod, he closes his hand over her flesh, seeking out the pebbled center as he dives back in for another kiss. She pushes into his hand, urging him on, letting him feel her body's response to his touch.

Lost in the sensations, he feels himself getting embarrassingly close to an orgasm as they hump each other against the wall. Not wanting to miss a moment, he looks deeply into her eyes, seeing her pupils dilated with passion, her cheeks flushed and dewy. Her tongue tangles with his as her hand drifts forward, reaching between his legs, cupping his balls and testing his length as he continues to thrust against her.

"A little more" she moans, seemingly desperate for release. Feeling the same sense of urgency, he pinches her nipple more firmly between his fingers as she wraps both of her legs around him, bringing them into even greater contact, hard to soft, desperately fucking against the wall through their clothes. Knowing he can't stop, he desperately works against her. Feeling her body quiver, he senses her release taking her over the edge. Mouths still fused, he swallows the sounds she makes, his own release triggered by the sensations assaulting his senses.

He vaguely hears someone say "Get a room!" as a buzzing sound fills his ears.

Sweating profusely, chest heaving, he jerks awake, the sound of his alarm clock ripping him from his dream. Disoriented, heart pounding, he slowly comes to his senses. Recalling every vivid detail of his wet dream, their kiss continues to haunt him in his sleep, his body craving a more complete experience. Ruefully, he realizes his body already achieved satisfaction, so he's at least spared a quick hand job. Knowing she reduces him to the lusty teenager he once was, he sighs, wishing she didn't have such power over him. Resigned, he gets up and heads to the shower, contemplating another day in Beckett's presence as her friend and partner.