Holy fuck.
Kate collapses face first on her bed, both hands over her eyes and her body still buzzing. She's having sex with Castle.
Good sex. Fucking amazing sex. What that man can do with his tongue…
Holy fuck.
She laughs into her pillow, kicking both feet in the air at the ridiculousness of this day. The emotional rollercoaster should probably be having more of an impact than it currently is, but she just can't be bothered to care while her heart is still racing, her body still weeping for him. A couple hours from now it'll probably settle on her like a ton of bricks, but at this moment she's actually... giddy.
That's probably the exhaustion and the post-orgasm haze talking.
"Don't kick me in the face, Beckett."
The heat of his palm appears on the inside of her right foot followed closely by the scrape of his teeth over her ankle bone, and she gasps. It's erotic; the touch, the wet warmth of his breath, and she feels goosebumps race across her skin.
Giddy excitement melts away into something deeper, a richness zipping through her veins, arousal pooling low in her belly. His hand continues up the inside of her leg while his mouth chases on the outside. He stops at her knee, sinking his teeth into the tendon, and she can't stop the moan, her hips grinding into the mattress in search of any sort of friction.
"Do you have any idea how many times I've admired your ass?" He growls the question into her flank, his unbandaged hand coasting flat over her cheek, and she squirms in his grip. "In those skin tight jeans I'm convinced you wear just for me. When you stand at the whiteboard, spouting theories and facts. It takes everything I have to pay attention."
"Fuck. Castle."
He licks a path at the base of her spine, his fingers tripping up the ladder of her rib cage. The intensity of him envelops her the higher he moves, the more his body covers hers. She can feel him hard and pulsing against her ass, feel his nose digging into the place where her neck meets her shoulder while both his hands coast along her arms, pushing them up over her head until she can grasp the bottom of the headboard, a rhythmic clench and unclench of her fists helping to draw some of the desperate tension away from her core.
Kate is stretched from head to toe, her breasts flattened against the mattress beneath his perfect weight, and he drops kiss after kiss around her scapula as his fingers skate back down, tracing a feather soft pattern across her skin.
She shivers with it, her nerve endings so sensitive the more he teases, until she's going out of her mind with need.
He shifts his weight, moving until he's no longer covering her and she absolutely does not whimper at the loss of him, but he chuckles anyway, putting slight pressure on her hip.
"Turn over, Kate."
There's no hesitation when she does as he's said, just a quick twist leaving her fully exposed, her nipples erect from the chill of the room, her thighs parted and relaxed. Castle's mouth waters at the sight of her so open.
Open for him.
He'd fantasized about this moment more times than he'd care to admit, but to have her here, to have the real thing… His fantasies couldn't possibly live up to this.
Castle props his head up with one hand, using the other to cup her cheek, nudging her head so he can see her eyes. Her pupils are blown, dark in the low light of her bedroom. He traces a fingertip down the slope of her nose, watching her lashes flutter in the proximity, and then drops to her lips, dipping the digit inside just enough to feel the lick of her tongue.
He shudders, groaning at the scrape of her teeth when he withdraws, blood rushing south at the thought of her mouth around him, of giving himself over so completely. But that particular activity can wait for another day.
Because there will be another day.
He continues drawing a path down, just below her ear where the steady thump of her heart is visible beneath her pale skin. Pausing over the beat, he counts one, two, three reveling in the fact that she's still here, that Lockwood, the dragon, whoever the fuck is chasing her, didn't win tonight.
Not tonight, and not ever. Not if Castle has any say in it.
Choosing to release the what ifs, he focuses instead on right now. On the curse she releases when he trails between the soft mounds of her breasts, circling one nipple and then the other.
She mewls, her body stretching like a cat in the lazy summer sun. It rushes through him, instinct and need colliding, and he replaces his fingers with his mouth, catching her when she arches off the bed.
So sensitive, so damn responsive.
She's going to be the death of him.
"God, Castle. I-"
He cuts her off with a fierce kiss, sliding his tongue deep against hers, because he knows, he knows that she can't take anymore, that he can't either. He's desperate to feel her contract around him for the first time.
The first time but not the last.
Her leg wraps around him, the warmth of her skin against his bare ass, and he reaches down, gripping the meat of her thigh to tug it higher while he slips against her, inside her. She meets him stroke for stroke, kiss for kiss, and it's everything and nothing he thought it would be.
It's not quick. It's not frenzied or uncontrolled. Instead, they take it easy, rocking and swaying with the steady waves of arousal. He takes it one moment at a time, exploring the way an angle change amps her up, the way a touch on her cheek startles her eyes back open, her gaze shooting to meet his.
He catalogues every reaction, studies her the way he has for years, and it feels right. Like coming home.
Reaching for her hand, he links their fingers together and plants the resulting fist into the mattress beside her head. She squeezes, her grip tight enough to bruise, and he drives deeper, harder in response.
The sinful groan she releases, her body pulsing and shaking with climax, does him in, and he buries his face in the slope of her neck, his open mouth against her skin, smelling her, tasting her as he releases all control.
Drained, completely and utterly depleted, he drops to the mattress, angled just enough to land beside her.
"Kate. Kate, Kate, Kate."
She giggles, honest to god giggles, and he peels one eye open, needing to see it. Her cheeks are perfectly flushed, her eyes sparkling when she turns to look at him, and he grins, rolling to his back and basking in the burst of cool air against his overheated skin.
"Castle," she answers, shifting to fit up next to him, her nose nudging his cheek, her lips flirting with the line of his jaw. He's a little rough around the edges, stubble scraping as she moves, but he's also soft, comfortable.
Safe. He makes her feel safe.
He grunts when she scratches her nails over his ribs, batting her hand away from what must be a tickle spot, and she hides her smile in his shoulder. Not sure why, just that she always has hidden them from him.
His fingers coast over her cheek, threading through the disheveled mess of her hair. He dusts a kiss over her forehead, stilling, breathing slow and steady, and she closes her eyes, resting against him.
For once, she's just resting for the sake of it.
Because she's drained from dealing with Lockwood, from saving the boys' asses, from a gun fight, from the end of her relationship. And because she feels good.
He makes her feel good.
"You were right."
Her eyes pop open at that and she adjusts so she can see his face. Castle's fingers tangle and twist in her hair, his palm cupping the back of her neck as he gently scratches her scalp.
"I had no idea."
Kate barks out a laugh at that, the memory of their first case, the words she whispered in his ear just because she knew it would drive him crazy. Back then it was just that. Annoyance, frustration, and irritation all channeled into what could have been an explosive one time act of animalistic lust.
But now. Now it's still those things, he's still those things, but he's also sweet, loyal, selfless, and dedicated in a way she'd never expected, and he's turned that lust into a deep seeded want that she'd tried so hard to ignore.
"Me either," she mumbles, grinning when he chuckles, the low rumble vibrating through the palm she still has on his chest.
She stretches her fingers, dragging her nails across his pecs until he shivers. Sliding her leg over his hips, she lifts up to straddle him, rubbing and dragging herself against him and gasping when he grips her hips, stilling her movement.
"And, Castle?"
He groans, beginning to stir for her again, and she leans down, nibbling on his earlobe.
"We're just getting started."
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