A little M...ok, so maybe a lot.
2.
Back at the precinct, Ryan and Esposito are typing out their reports on the happenings at the warehouse as Castle and Beckett get much needed coffees in the break room. It was just supposed to be a simple follow-up as no one expected the perps to reappear once their operation was discovered and dismantled. A body had been found in the warehouse last week due to an anonymous tip. The vic appeared to be homeless and that turned out to be true, but he had drugs in his system, which they found odd considering he wouldn't have had the means to support a drug habit. Further investigation of the warehouse turned up a meth lab in the basement. Their vic had stumbled upon the location while looking for shelter and lost his life as a means to protect the identities of the drug makers and their operation. Sitting on the place for 48 hours, the only suspect picked up at the scene had been a young college kid, but thus far he hadn't given up the identities of the leaders, possibly because he was nothing more than a pawn so such details had not been shared with him. His girlfriend had gotten pregnant and he became desperate for a means to support her and his soon to be arriving son. As a chemistry major, agreeing to cook the meth had seemed an easy temporary gig with a heavy pay-off, but getting out of bed with the likes of those types was never an easy task. Having become painfully aware of that fact, he seemed relieved, in some ways, of being caught, but the rest of the group had yet to be located. Getting the call, Beckett and Castle had gone to the scene to follow up on a tip of possible movement around the outskirts. Thinking it was likely just another vagrant, but worth a look, off they went. Upon arriving, they promptly became cognizant of the fact the perps had not been aware their lab had been unearthed. Finding themselves swiftly outnumbered and in the midst of a fire fight, Beckett took down as many as she could with her Glock, but with no armed back-up and depleting ammunition they were forced to take cover within the warehouse. With suspects in pursuit she made the call for backup as they were herded onto the platform where her auxiliary weapon was put to use before being forced into hiding.
Beckett, with her head down, hidden behind a curtain of flowing brown, white knuckles grasping the counter, Castle recognizes her demeanor. "You ok, Beckett?"
Blowing out a long breath, "Yea, I think it just hit me now that the adrenaline is gone, I could have gotten you killed today, hell we both could have been killed." Releasing the counter with one hand she pokes a finger through the hole in his coat sleeve as proof.
With a confident tone, "Wasn't your fault, Beckett. You couldn't have predicted any of it and your mad shooting skills…I always knew you were good, but taking those guys out with a pistol from that distance…I'm not a cop, but even I can appreciate the difficulty of what you accomplished. Your faculties saved us both."
Loosening her grip from the counter and his coat sleeve, a faint smile forms at the corners of her mouth as he moves in the direction of the coffee machine, "Let's just try to stay clear of those situations in the future. Can we agree on that?"
"Yes, I believe we can." With that typical Castle twinkle in his eye and that very Castle smile on his face… the one that always undoes her just a fraction…she can't help, but wonder what all they would have missed out on had things gone differently in that warehouse. Recalling their positions earlier in the day, a dazzling smile forms at the remembered proximity of their bodies as a spark shoots through her system, igniting nerve endings as it spreads. Seemingly without a command from her brain to her feet she finds herself taking a step in his direction, then another. As the space between them decreases, a current seemingly zips though the air around them. Castle, having turned to finish making their coffee, feels her nearness and turns back just in time to find himself mere inches from Beckett. If he had any breath left to gasp with, he would have. Huddled in the corner of the countertops he feels like a caged animal, the look in Beckett's eye, that of a lioness on the prowl. What the hell just happened?
A hand approaches his face, a finger tracing the curve of his jaw-line. The need for oxygen overcoming the fear and confusion of the situation, he draws a deep breath, filling his burning lungs as his body melts into her touch and his eyes slide closed. Feeling the length of her enchanting body make contact with all of him, his eyes pop open just as she brushes her lips, feather light, against his, gone so fast he isn't sure it really happened. The fantasies running rampant in his head today, every day, could be playing tricks on his anatomy, but the smile on her face and devilish look of need in her eye tell a different story, perhaps not a delusion after-all. Without permission his hand lifts to her cheek then brushes a loose strand of hair from her face, over her ear, lightly tracing down her neck and coming to rest at her shoulder. Her breath hitches, providing confirmation, it's not just him taking part in this moment.
The feather light brush of their mouths leave her lips tingling and heat spreading from head to toe, paying close attention to places in between. Feeling his arousal against her for the second time that day snaps her last thread of sanity. Leaning up on her toes her breath ghosts over his ear as she whispers, "follow me if you can keep it covert."
Mesmerized by the sway of her hips as she exits the break room leaves him forgetting to breath again until he realizes he needs oxygen in order to remain conscious and therefore attentive of her intended destination. Stepping out of the break room he heads for her desk where he places his cup of coffee while taking a vigilant look at his surroundings, catching a glimpse of her as she rounds the corner near the bathrooms, heading in the direction of the file closet. Making as if headed towards the bathroom, he takes one last stealthy look around, noticing Espo and Ryan busy with their faces buried in file folders, he hedges the corner in hot pursuit of his worked up detective. The thoughts of an aroused Beckett in his hands, where he's always wanted her, has his eyes glazing over with an animalistic carnality, everything masculine in him on high alert, compelling him forward.
Entering their surreptitious locality, he finds Beckett standing near the back, lower lip pulled between her teeth and that same look of desire and unadulterated need in her eyes. He approaches with caution, hunter to prey, in a reversal of roles from a few moments previous, but she stays put, feet planted firmly in place. Brushing her curling locks from her shoulder, he leans in and plants his lips to her neck, just below the ear. She sharply draws a breath as her hands find themselves twining in his hair. She's always wanted to course her fingers through his hair, so soft.
His hands begin caressing her sides, the edges of her breasts and her cheek as his mouth moves from her neck to position lips over lips. She opens to him instantly, a promenade of tongues, silky and smooth. A dampness pooling dangerously low, she pops the button on her jeans, needing his touch to cool her flames as she aches with an inner fire like never before.
His ears perk to the sounds of a zipper and his hands follow the melody without further thought. Slipping beneath the lace, his breath hitches in time with hers as his fingers grace her hot, wet folds. Extracting her hands from his hair, she pushes the sides of her jeans downward. Feeling the pressure of cotton departingthe back of his hand just before she kicks one foot free of her jeans, his eyes go wide in excitement as his andric nature takes over. Pushing her against the wall, she grabs for the file cabinets on either side for leverage as he drops to his knees, planting his face firmly in her groin, tongue enticing and dancing within her folds, slick and hot with desire. Throwing one leg over his shoulder for a better angle and a hand on the back of his head in encouragement, she feels herself giving in, coming undone. She's already so worked up between their flirtation today and her long pent-up need for this man, his finger entering her wet heat, pulsing in and out as his tongue mimics the action against her swollen nub, pushes her over the edge as she throws her head back, hard, against the wall and moans while biting her lip to keep from screaming out in ecstasy. With one last flick of his tongue he stands from his knees to face her, leaving his fingers deep within her core, thumb circling her clit as he works her down from her orgasm. His mouth devours hers as their lips meet. She can smell and taste herself on his face, his tongue, and the heat begins pooling once more as his fingers continue to work her in time with their tongues, in, out, in, out and in again, curling to her sweet spot. Sensing her arousal reigniting, his other hand slips beneath her bra in search of her nipple, flicking and pinching, her luscious walls clenching against his fingers for a second time as a cry escapes her throat. Hearing footsteps in the hall outside the door he releases her nipple, quickly covering her vociferous mouth with his hand. Feeling the vibration of her moan through his palm almost undoes him right on the spot, hips bucking forward involuntarily as her weight melts against him, catching her breath.
Dismounting his fingers as her tremors begin to subside, she palms his bulging pants, exalting a growl from deep within his chest. Every fiber of the material stretched to its maximum tension allowance, titillating her innards with lust, yearning and arousal. "Well, we can't have you going out there like this now can we?" The lioness is back with a devilish gleam in her eye.
Afraid his voice won't expel words at this point, he shakes his head while pulling the rest of his shirt free from his pants as she deftly unbuttons and unzips him. Freeing his impressive erection she stands in awe momentarily before wrapping a leg around his waist and positioning him at her center, massaging her folds. The wet heat of her velvet making contact with the sensitive head of his rigid shaft brings all his fantasies to the forefront, setting him in motion. Lifting and pressing her into the file cabinet he pushes his tip inside her heated walls as she bites down on his shoulder to prevent her scream of pleasure from alerting the entire precinct to their clandestine coupling. Not quite able to comprehend that potential disaster at this point she forces it to the back of her mind as they begin to rock together in perfect synchronicity, his shaft buried to the hilt with each powerful thrust. She always thought their first time would be proper, in a bed, in private, but something about the forbidden nature of this public joining is so alluring she can't think straight, can't draw her senses back to reality. He plummets into her silken chamber in rapid succession, pumping in and out as their hands grasp one another like vices, fingernails digging into flesh, marring with passion. The door could open right now and they wouldn't be able to stop themselves from pushing into one another, panting and lost in their world of ecstasy. The slap of excited flesh drives him to a frenzied pace, an inferno of longing building to combustion. Feeling her heavenly walls begin to quiver around his shaft he locks their lips together, swallowing each other's moans as he begins to spill into her pulsating core, her innermost channel milking him with each plunge. A few more thrusts and she finds herself embraced between the wall, a file cabinet and his sweat-sheened body, both panting heavily and smiling at how hot, fast and dirty that was. Lowering her to the floor, they stand, forehead to forehead on wobbly legs, catching their breath before redressing and adjusting their clothing and hair. She's not even sure how her shoe ended up on the other side of the room, but she can't make herself care as she hobbles on uneven feet to snag it. Turning back to him she smiles as they fall against one another in a passionate kiss of body and lips, saying without words what each are feeling in this long-awaited moment of bliss.
"Stay put for a few moments while I sneak out to the bathroom and try to put myself back together before the boys see me, then you follow and do the same. Oh, and your hair...it needs help. Sorry about that." But she's really not. Kissing the tip of her finger she places it against Castle's lips before peeking out the door and making haste to the locker room upstairs where she is less likely to be spotted.
Carding his hair with his fingers while giving what he feels to be an adequate amount of time, Castle peeks out then makes a dash for the restroom, furtive and artful with each inaudible step.
Beckett takes one last look in the mirror, figuring she can't smooth her appearance any more than she already has then heads towards her desk. Seeing Castle sitting in his chair, an ear-to-ear grin over-takes her face, she knows she's glowing. Schooling her features she slides into her chair as their eyes lock, discerning grins mirroring one another.
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One more chapter to go and it will reveal the funny discovery mentioned in the description.