Richard Castle.
Kate had gone out of her way to see her partner's ex-wife for the sole purpose of speaking to her about Richard Castle. Yet, here she was, pinned to the inside of the front door of Gina's mansion, with the other woman's lips scorching a path down her neck. How had it come down to this...?
The detective still hasn't said a word since the initial touch of their lips, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to control the physical intimacy her body seemed to crave. It took Kate a conscious effort to keep her hands from lacing their way through the blonde's still-damp golden locks, and her restraint was beginning to dilute. Her chest and stomach ached to press against Gina's, as her partner's publisher held her lips inches away from Kate's, with a devious smile shaping her mouth.
Kate didn't dare inch closer to close the distance between them, despite how much she craved those full lips against her own. It was all a tease. Everything Gina did was done on purpose to pull some kind of a reaction from her prey, and patience was wearing thin as time dripped by.
"Mmm, and what if I do this?" The blonde woman trailed her perfectly manicured nails down to the hem of Kate's shirt and dipped under the material to rest against bare flesh. She didn't dig into the skin, but rather grazed the surface ever so slightly - enough to invite a wave of goosebumps to wash over the brunette's tense body.
Heat. That was the only way to describe the tingle sizzling its way through her core. It was a fire, a dancing flame that had a mind of its own, fueled only by the rampant desire that the other woman was capable of exuding through nothing but the tips of her fingers. The sensation engulfed Kate's rational inhibition, burning a hole in the pit of her chest and descending to possess the apex of her thighs.
It was then that the gorgeous blonde pulled away from Kate momentarily, shifting her stance to press her back against the brunette's front. Gina's bathrobe was still hanging open in quite the immodest fashion as she grabbed each of Kate's wrists to wrap them around her exposed stomach.
"Detective Beckett..." Gina's hips moved provocatively against the brunette's jeans, accentuating her words as she spoke them at a low and husky octave. "I want to confess. I haven't been a good girl."
Kate felt herself melt as the gorgeous blonde did not cease the seductive movement of her hips, the words rolling off of her tongue serving as an anchor to keep the detective grounded. Had it not been for those words, it would have taken mere moments for the hypnotic rhythm to consume her resolve. As if on cue, Kate's fingers twitched and curled inwards, her nails lodging themselves in the creamy flesh of Gina's waist. Her hands were shaking.
Realization slapped the renown publisher across the face as she came to terms with the reason for Kate's hesitation. She spoke softly, this time: "No one has to know."
The metaphorical traffic light in the detective's mind flashed a blinding green, and before she knew it, her left hand snaked its way tighter around the slim frame of Gina's waist, and her right hand rose to constrict the blonde's neck. It was almost instantaneous, the way the woman reacted to her touch: a sharp intake of breath followed by the stifling of a throaty hum. Kate's fingers curled possessively around the other woman's windpipe, never quite pressing down hard enough to cease breathing, but lingering just close enough to utter a threat without words.
There was a moment of prolonged silence, both women still as stones. The only sign of aroused life was the irregular thumping of a heartbeat Kate felt against the blonde's neck. The detective coiled her fingers higher to grab Gina's jawline, as she let the warm breath escaping her lips dance over the shell of the other woman's ear.
"Why is it that you haven't been good, hmm?" She spoke up for the first time since the first lock of their lips.
Gina tried to shift her position once more, but her movement backfired when Kate pressed the weight of her hands harder into the blonde's body. Don't you fucking dare move, the possessive curl of her fingers whispered a menacing hiss.
"I...I've b-been fantasizing," Gina stammered her words between aroused pants, her hands coming backwards so she could hook her thumbs in the belt loops of Beckett's jeans. "About you. Even when I was with him, I was th-thinking about you, Kate."
Kate's heart was pounding, and the adrenaline felt amazing. "Why?"
"Because I... want you."
The detective sighed at the words, unaware of how much she needed to hear something of the sort. It had been weeks, months, since she had felt the intimate proximity of another human being, and if the gnawing sensation at her stomach was any indication, Katherine knew that it was a desire that needed to be satiated soon. The softness of Gina's previous words roused something within the brunette, and prompted her to release her death-grip of the other woman's throat.
Instead, she brought her hands together at the other woman's chest and allowed her palms to cup the generous mounds of feminine appeal. Gina let out a soft hum of approval, pressing her ass further into the crotch of Kate's jeans as the brunette found her way to delicate, yet erect nipples. She grasped at each sensitive bud of flesh with her index and thumb, stretching the skin outwards and rolling the blonde's nipples harsher than how she should have. Gina didn't seem to mind in the slightest, arcing her body outward to provide the detective with that much more room to fondle her.
As if aware of the other woman's thoughts, Kate's hands drifted upwards to peel the damp bathrobe from Gina's shoulders and let it fall to the floor. No doubt it was ridiculously expensive and should not have been carelessly dropped to the (nonetheless impeccable) hardwood floor, but even Gina didn't appear to care. The blonde turned to face the detective; cobalt and chocolate irises collided, and for but a moment, there was a comfortable silence that drifted through the air.
Making the first move this time, Katherine grabbed the other woman's waist and pulled her close, crushing their lips together in a searing kiss. Gina's lips were soft, swollen and oh-so-delicate. Now that the blonde had managed to capture the detective's interest, she had stepped down to become the much more submissive partner.
Just how Beckett liked it.
Kate dug her nails into the flesh of her newfound lover's waist and clung to her like a parched animal. She nicked Gina's bottom lip with the tips of her teeth, pulling the delicious flesh into her mouth and biting down onto it.
"Mmm... fuck, please don't stop." The blonde pulled away and pressed her forehead against Kate's, her teeth clenched and a smile coating her irresistible expression. "I want this so much."
Unable to resist temptation, the detective grabbed Gina and whirled her around, thrusting her back against the wooden doors that had had her captured mere moments ago. Their lips collided once more, and this time Kate slid her tongue through the opening of her lips to tease the eager woman further. It was so easy for Kate to run her fingers everywhere along the other woman's skin; so very easy for her to overlook all the contradictions her mind were spitting at her at the moment. The soft sounds the blonde was emitting directly into the detective's mouth were enough to drive her to the brink of sanity.
The adrenaline coursing through the detective's body was somehow unfamiliar to her, sensations of an anxious anticipation plucking at her sensitive areas the way one would play a perfectly tuned guitar. Her body responded with a melodic tune, synchronized with the other woman's movements with eerie coordination.
"Wow..." Kate sighed the word through an astonished exhale as her hands rose once more to cup Gina's breasts, the tips of her fingers marveling at the delicate texture of the other woman. "You're so... soft."
The blonde smiled, showing off her perfect teeth. "Welcome to being with a woman, Detective Beckett."
Moving her hands off of the other woman's chest and splaying her fingers outwards, Kate's breath caught in her lungs as she explored Gina's throat, the back of her neck, and down her shoulders. The delectable feeling of skin against her fingertips made her heart pound in her chest, and it was impossible to ignore those gorgeous lips for a moment longer. Digging her nails into the other woman's shoulders, Kate brought Gina close enough to capture her mouth once more, surprised when the other woman pulled away a moment too soon.
"Mm, Katherine? I couldn't help but notice that you seem to be wearing enough clothes for the both of us right now," the blonde let her fingers trail their way down the detective's cleavage, her eyes hungry for more. "I'd be oh-so delighted to help you out of the burden they must be imposing on you right about now..."
A flash of heat took control of Kate's cheeks, and she felt the redness propagate itself throughout the rest of her face. The thought had not occurred to her just yet that she might experience everything that Gina was prepared to offer. Everything. A part of the detective's curiosity drove her to want to push the other woman into taking control once more. It would take an anxious effort for Kate to take possession of the the blonde the way she truly wanted to, and Kate didn't know if she had it in her to get over her insecurities.
"Touch me?" Gina's slick expression washed over the brunette, and Kate realized then that she had let herself drift off into hypothetical thought, and her hands had fallen to her sides.
Without conscious permission, one of Kate's hands rose to curl possessively around Gina's throat, and her other hand threaded itself in the golden locks hanging from the nape of her neck. The brunette fisted her hand, collecting as much hair as she could and subsequently flexing her arm to hold the submissive woman down and away from the proximity of her lips. Kate spoke through clenched teeth, the excitement splitting through her almost uncomfortable: "Don't tell me what to do, Gina."
It was a surprise when the blonde woman moaned softly, licking her lips and bringing her gaze to collide with the detective's. "Yes ma'am, Detective. I'll beha-"
"Quiet." Kate hissed the word, her free hand rising to press a single finger to Gina's red lips. "Just stop talking. I don't want to hear it."
Gina swallowed, her mouth all of a sudden dry. Unaware that the detective was trying her utmost to overcome her insecurities, Gina couldn't tear her gaze from the burning desire present in Kate's chocolate irises. The brunette had an undeniable appeal to her that was so difficult to find in anyone else when it came to this kind of a passion. Akin to watching a child unwrap its first and only Christmas present, Kate's eager expression brightened every time she explored a new square inch of the other woman's body. The desire to be desired was insatiable, taking control of every inhibition Gina held dear.
Kate pressed her chest up against Gina's naked body, adoring the feeling of natural softness that the blonde offered up freely. It was then that she felt a familiar hard, cold surface digging into the skin of her hip. Its presence immediately comforted her, and the rough aura she had previously exuded amplified itself by an infinite number.
The detective brought her lips close to Gina's, the tips of their mouths touching but nothing more.
"I'm going to release you, Gina, and then you're going to take my clothes off." Kate whispered the words, the recognizable clink! of her cuffs resonating within the air as she held them up. "Then, sweetheart, we're going to try these out. How does that sound?"
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