Preface: MATURE. Sexual themes.

Prompt response from tumblr.

Her skin glowed a thin polish even in candle light. At times she seemed brighter than the few burning wicks scattered in the room. The freedom of an empty loft besides them two permitted another atmosphere, one where both their bodies knew a deeper peace, limp, but still so driven by the thought of being alone—together.

He looked upon her, sprawled out onto the bed, dressed only in a T-shirt as she teased his eyes with her wandering hands. Every few moments he forgot to breathe while staring at her. He just wanted to admire the the beauty, the masterpiece.

Knowing of course, soon he would be tearing it to shreds.

He took to her mouth first, careful to pay attention to every inch of it, followed by her neck. He especially took his time here as her breaths labored gradually into hums and then moans. To be taken care of. Well taken care of. That's all he wanted tonight for her. He couldn't rush this.

Brushing through her hair with one hand, he took the other to care to the rest of her body. By now he'd mastered every spot, knowledgable about which ones built her up or just sent her over. He teased her. Played with her. Patient and slow in progressing forward. Every time he spoke to her, he'd keep his lips just above the skin so she could understand from his breaths trailing along it. Her heart fluttered each time. He took notice as he observed her back also slightly arch, moving into him.

Just as he went to pull off her shirt, Kate's phone on the bedside started to ring. It was Ryan, who was due to call her hours ago on results involving a suspect. The moment Rick heard it start out, he pressed lips just under her navel. "Don't answer it," he said. It was hushed, but almost commanded. With a pained face she looked over at it, self-conscious about the call…and then the call after that.

By the third call she gave in, throwing a quick apologetic look to him, but he shook his head, half a smile cocked on his face as she went to answer.

"Beckett," she said fast. He just watched her at first, but then he made his way, inching back up towards her neck to be within closer earshot of the call, while simultaneously edging her out. Each kiss deepened successively, and her eyes shut tighter and tighter every time. "I'm here-I'm here," she reassured Ryan. She struggled to respond, and to her dismay, he had a lot more to say while Rick had a lot more to do.

His face occupied her neck, but his hands had moved downward, teasing and teasing until reaching her favorite button. On contact he felt her tense up as she tried to hold together the conversation. It had not been so much as a minute before he had her writhing, perspiring more, and gaping her mouth, even more. Her eyes remained welded shut and with her free hand, she clenched down her fingers at the base of his neck, either for relief or out of frustration, or perhaps both. She fought back her release, straining against his body, his chest pressed against hers, preventing much resistance. All she wanted was to hang up the damn phone.

"Shit," she whispered.

"I know that's what I said," Ryan replied. Her teeth clenched down to hold back a mix of laughter and release, just hoping for the call to end already. As wonderfully enthused as Ryan was about the break in the case and her happiness for it, her stamina continued to wane and Rick's efforts were nowhere near ceasing. Hang up, Ryan!

When a stifled moan escaped her, Ryan almost immediately asked if she was okay. "Beckett, are you alright?"

With some strength, she managed to dismiss him quickly. "I'm fine, just pained sorta—look you can just fill me in with the rest in the morning, good work—"

She had no more strength to wait for a response.

Hanging up the fastest way she could, she then chucked her phone onto the floor and took both hands to clutch his head, which had made its way down, down, down now full force to send her completely over. For nearly a full minute she let out her cries in bursts, shaking and convulsing until her final release, a broken and prolonged moan to signify it.

Finding her breath, she sought for the energy to speak again. "I hate you," she breathed with a smile and a heavy sigh. He smirked and shook his head.

"Next time you won't answer the phone," he said smiling before he kissed her stomach.