A/N: As a treat to all of you and a thank you for a wonderful year of support and friendship, here is a little filler chapter. Please note the change in rating! :) Happy New Year and may you all be blessed in 2015. xoxo
Disclaimer: I do not own Castle or the characters used in this story.
Finding Solid Ground
A little before midnight, November 8th, 2015
Kate gasps when the Amangalla Resort comes into view and she tightens her grip on Castle's arm. It's dark, but the street lights illuminate the beautiful white building that sits directly in the middle of the Galle Fort and the she instantly falls in love with the Seventeenth Century design. The Dutch fort that surrounds the resort is stunning, filled with beautiful architectural pieces that stem from multiple cultures and she can't wait to explore it with Castle in the daylight.
She turns towards him just before they enter the front door of the Amangalla and the grin the splits her face is illuminated by all of the happiness she feels.
"Castle, this place is stunning."
He mirrors her smile with one of his own, reaching out to cup her cheek as he draws her closer. "I thought you would like it."
"Like isn't a strong enough word, I love it."
"Well then, let's go see the rest of it, shall we?" He holds his arm out so that she can loop hers through it and then the doors are held open for them as they enter the lobby of the resort.
If she thought it was beautiful from the outside, Kate's even more in love with the inside of the Amangalla. More seventeenth century designs fill the interior of the lobby and she finds herself letting go of Castle and spinning in a circle so that she can take in the entire room.
High white ceilings lined with marble white fans and stunning chandeliers tie together the loveliness of the great hall or the Zaal as she hears a man behind the desk refer to it. To the left of where they are standing is the dining area. Period chairs and tables are set with white linen and antique silverware that make Kate feel as though they've been transported back to colonial times.
She's tracing her finger over one of the tables when she feels Castle steps up beside her.
"Care to join me in our room, Milady?"
She hums as she turns to face him, smile still plastered on her face. "Yes, let's go."
He grabs her hand as they walk towards the stairs and leads her up to their room. Fascination once again takes over when he opens the door for her and she steps into the room. Antique paintings of scenery line the walls and her gaze is drawn to one in particular that rests over the bed. A mirror image of the gardens she knows lie just outside the veranda of the resort. It's breathtakingly beautiful in painting form and she can't wait to explore the real thing.
The antique bed draws her attention next, the rich color of the wood standing out against the white crisp linen. Without even touching it she knows that it will be comfortable, which has her grinning again because she plans to put it to good use very soon.
She turns towards Castle and wraps her arms around his neck to draw him to her just as the bathtub catches her eye. It's late and if they want to eat dinner they'll have to order room service in their room anyway, and as much as she loves the dining area of the resort, she suddenly has other plans for their first night there.
"What are you thinking so hard about?" he asks her after a few minutes of silence.
"I was thinking about how wonderfully relaxing that claw foot bathtub looks. Do you think we could order room service for dinner and take a bath together?"
He smiles at the cuteness of his wife before leaning in to kiss her. When he pulls away from her he picks up the phone and rings the front desk to request their dinner be brought to their room.
"I figured you would want to explore as soon as we got here, but I like your idea so much better."
A wicked grin forms on her face and she lifts her shirt over her head and tosses it at him as she slinks passed him towards the bathroom. "Well, it's after midnight and while I plan to do a whole lot of exploring while we're here, more than anything else I want to explore you, preferably all over this room."
She throws him a salacious look over her shoulder as she unhooks her bra and lets it drop to the floor. His pants are immediately tighter and he's extremely close to forgetting why he wanted them to sustain from having sex this entire week.
Oh right, the anticipation. And the explosiveness he knows their reunion will be.
He watches as her pants hit the floor and she makes a show of wiggling her hips and she slips her panties down her long legs.
Damn he wants her.
She disappears from his view as she leans over the tub to start the water, but then she reappears in the doorway and he can't hold back the groan that rips through his body.
"Feel free to join me once our dinner arrives, I promise to make it worth it," she tosses out as she steps back and closes the door, cutting off his view of her very naked body.
Castle tries to calm himself while he waits for their dinner, but by the time it arrives at the door he's done nothing but think about his gorgeous, naked wife and quite the opposite has happened. He hastily shoves a fifty dollar bill into the hands of the concierge, thanking him and turning away from the door to mask the growing bulge in the front of his pants.
He leaves their plates on the warmer and quickly sheds his clothes before opening the door and slipping into the bathroom. When his eyes fall onto the woman in the tub his mouth drops open and he's suddenly unable to move. Her head is thrown back against the side of the tub, eyes squeezed shut and her breathing is rapid, but that's not the sexiest part. His eyes sweep down her body to the place where her hand is buried between her slightly parted legs.
His blue orbs darken to almost black as arousal washes over him and he finally takes a step towards the tub. Her eyes flutter open at the sound of his steps and a blush creeps over her cheeks as she extends her free hand and beckons him towards her.
He drops to his knees him front of her and she leans forward, pulls her hand from between her legs and drapes her wet arms around his neck. He groans when she plants her moist lips on his and slicks her tongue across his bottom lip begging for entrance. He gives it to her without second thought and their tongues meet in a fierce battle.
She tugs him closer as they kiss, but when the bathtub between them stops his body from meeting hers she pulls away with a huff of a frustration. "Castle, get in the tub," she growls as she shifts forward so that he can slip in behind her. He complies immediately, sliding down so that she can rest her back against the wall of his chest.
He wraps his arms around her waist, but she reaches for his right hand and guides it between her parted legs. His breath hitches when he realizes that the heat he feels radiating from between her legs isn't just from the hot water. "Kate…" he groans against the side of her neck.
"Please Castle," she pleads.
He won't deny her this time, not when she's like this, in his arms and on their honeymoon, but he'll work her up a little before he gives her exactly what she wants. "What do you want, Kate?"
"Touch me, I want you to touch me."
He lets his hand dip further into the gap of her legs and although he's not touching her scorching center yet, she arches her back, pushing closer to his hand. Her body trembles against him and she whimpers.
"Please," she pleads again.
"You want me to touch you just like you were before I came in here, Kate? You want me to push my fingers into your warm, wanting body and get you off?" he husks into her ear, smirking when she shivers against him.
"Yes," she hisses, raising her hips impatiently.
He lets his pointer finger dip into the hot hollow of her center and he groans again at the wetness he encounters. It's so much more than the wetness of the water and he has no doubt that she would be dripping if they weren't submerged below it.
She moans when he drags the same finger up to her clit, circling twice before pressing the soft pad of it against her. She tosses her head back against his chest, bucks her hips slightly and he knows she wants more.
He lets his finger slide back down and presses two into her with ease. She cries out and he starts a steady pumping rhythm into her as his thumb presses against her clit. He can see the blush creeping up her body as she writhes in his arms and she must have already been close before he came in the room.
"How close were you, Kate, before I came in here, how close were you to climaxing?"
She whimpers again and he curls his fingers, presses against her in the way he knows brings her the most pleasure. But when she doesn't answer him he stills his fingers, smirking when she gasps and thrusts her hips forward.
"Castle," she warns, but he's still waiting for her answer.
"How close, Kate?"
She whimpers again, but he knows she loves this almost as much as it frustrates her. "Close," she chokes out. "I was close. Please, Babe."
He rewards her with a fast, deep thrust and she cries out again, back arching as he brings her closer to the edge.
"Have you been thinking about this all week? The way your body would respond when you finally felt my fingers inside you again, the way your velvety walls would clamp around them, desperate for release?"
"Oh god, yes," she chokes out as he picks up his pace, plunging his fingers into her depths and hitting her in all the right spots. She loves his fingers, loves the things they do to her, but she's craving other parts of him even more now, certain parts of him that can reach that spot inside of her that no one else ever has.
Her body trembles, hips bucking and back arching as Castle brings her right to the edge. "Let go, Kate. Let go for me," he whispers against her ear and she cries out again as his words give her the final push she needs.
She tenses in his arms, walls contracting around his fingers as her orgasm washes through her. He eases her through it, keeping his thumb pressed against her clit to prolong her pleasure until she grows too sensitive and pushes his hand away.
She turns in his arms then and connects her lips with his in a searing kiss. "Thank you," she breathes against his lips as he pulls her closer.
"Mm, always."
They sit like that, foreheads pressed together and lips barely brushing until the water grows cold. "What do you say we go eat some dinner and then crawl into bed?" he asks her as they start to climb out of the tub.
She glances down and his very obvious erection and then looks back up at him. "Don't you want me to return the favor first?" she asks as she takes a step towards him.
He catches her by the hips before she can press herself against him and she frowns. "Castle?"
"I do, Kate, but I can wait. I want to eat dinner with you, fall into bed and tell you the last part of our story. I can wait for the other part."
A confused expression crosses her face and she blinks a few times before focusing on him again, "You already told me a part of our story today," she tells him as she opens the door to the bathroom and starts to walk away from him.
"Hey," he reaches for her again, catching her arm before she can get too far away from him.
"What?" she huffs, allowing him to turn her back towards him, but averting her gaze from his.
"What's wrong?" he asks as he tilts her chin up so that he can look into her eyes.
"Do you still want me like you used to?" she asks him and if she didn't look so damn serious he would laugh at the ridiculousness of her question. He wants her all the time.
"Of course, Kate. I want you all the time. There's never a time that I don't want you and that's never going to change." He waits for her to respond, but she only stares at him as if she isn't sure she believes what he's just said.
"Come here." He draws her into his arms, not giving her a chance to hesitate.
"Why would you think that I don't want you like I used to?" he asks her.
"We used to be all over each other and now you've somehow managed to go almost a week without having sex with me. Maybe after a year of marriage things really do start to get boring."
He pulls away from her so that he can look at her again, but he plants his hands softly on her shoulders. "Kate, nothing about being married to you is boring. Nothing. Do you hear me?"
She nods, but he needs to do a bit more to convince her. He glances at the small clock on the table beside the bed before forming a plan and looking back at her. "It's officially November the 9th which means there's less than twenty-four hours until our anniversary. Can I tell you what the rest of my plans were for tonight?"
She nods again and he feels the somber mood she'd established start to dissipate from the room. "I want to eat dinner with you and then climb onto that ridiculously soft looking bed. Then I want to hold you in my arms and tell you the last part of our story because it is officially not the same day anymore. And then I want to keep holding you in my arms while we get some rest because tomorrow I'm going to take you exploring and then I'm going to bring you back to this room and give you another part of your gift. And after all of that, I'm going to explore you on every surface of this room for the entire twenty-four hours of our anniversary."
Her eyes widen at the last part of his plans and he sees the darkening arousal return. And suddenly they're right back where they started when they first entered the room. They're never, ever going to be boring and the rest of their honeymoon is going to prove that point multiple times.
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