A/N: Small language warning; I use a bad word flippantly in this one. Oooooo ;-) Although, this one gets a little silly; I assume a lot about Kate's personality when she's not at work, so she may not seem totally true to character, but I'm hoping it's at least believable. And FINE! I changed the status from complete. Mostly just 'cause I'll be changing the rating, and I figured that while I was changing one, I might as well change the other.
When Kate awoke the next morning, she was warm and comfortable and strangely anxious. But she was eager to start her day, knowing she'd spend the whole weekend with Rick.
She thought she knew which door led to the rest of the house, so upon investigating the other two doors in her room, Kate found a walk-in closet- her cases already on racks, and open inside- and a private bathroom.
Smiling happily, Kate quickly showered and dressed, in a simple t-shirt and shorts. No need to dress up, she mused, and now that she knew how much Castle liked to stare at her legs, she figured she could make it work for her. She didn't think there were any special plans for the day, either, so she picked a book from the stocked shelf in the corner and sat back on her bed to read for a while. She was used to early hours, so even on her days off she tended to be up with the sun. And Kate didn't think Rick would even notice if she spent an hour or so reading.
But Kate hadn't even opened her book before a knock on her door made her gasp, and her heart pick up speed.
"Come in," she called, a bit breathlessly.
Rick opened the door, peeked his head inside and said, "I'm about to make breakfast. I just wanted to see if you were hungry?"
"Will there be coffee?" she asked, as if her acceptance depended upon this one small fact.
He straightened, stepping into the room a bit when he noted her state of dress. "Of course," he replied, the 'duh' left unspoken, but definitely there in tone.
"And you're cooking?" she confirmed.
"Yes," he replied hesitantly.
She could have teased him about his cooking, but she knew from experience he was a good cook. So she replied, "Fantastic. Count me in."
Rick smiled, pleased. He began to turn back toward the door and asked, "I'll see you down stairs in a minute then?"
"No," Kate replied, surprising him. He took a step back toward her, but Kate spoke before he could ask her to explain. "Come here."
There must have been something in her tone because Castle was suddenly on guard. "Where?" he asked.
Kate moved to stand on her knees on the edge of the bed and beckoned Castle over with her hand, "Over here."
He approached cautiously and asked, "What?"
"Come here." He still took his time and Kate, impatient, pointed down to the floor directly in front of her. "Come and stand, right here."
"Why?" he hesitated a foot in front of her.
Kate laughed when she understood his hesitation. "I'm not going to hurt you, Castle." When he only inched closer, she shook her head and teased, "You are such a little girl sometimes."
The look of outrage on his face was so comical, Kate laughed again. Rick narrowed his eyes on her, the informed her, "I'm still bigger than you!" And he launched his body forward, careful of her bent legs, but landing directly on top of her across the big bed.
Kate screeched on the way down, but smiled up at him, unperturbed, and said, "You may be bigger than me, but I know how to handle big, bad men like you."
"Is that so?" Rick asked just before he leaned in to put his lips on the soft skin of her neck, just below her ear. At the same time, he dug his thumbs into her ribs, making her squirm and laugh. When he stopped, he murmured, "Thank you for calling me a big, bad man." And then he began skating his lips over her skin. He was surprised and pleased- and a little turned on- when she wrapped her leg around his thigh.
Prior to that, Rick had been teasing, but when Kate's hands moved to his chest, he let his body press down on hers. He moved to kiss her jaw, her cheek, the corner of her mouth…
Kate suddenly pushed, using her leg around his to flip him onto his back. She rolled with him, and landed on top of him, her forearm across his upper chest in a hold. She laughed when she looked down and saw his shocked expression. "I told you I could handle you, Ricky."
With her legs on either side of his waist, Castle had no where to put his hands but on her upper thighs… Right? And when she teased him like that, totally sure of herself and her abilities, he thought she'd never been sexier. His hands slid up her thighs and grasped her hips. "Now which one of us is doing the handling again?" he asked, squeezing his hands around her hips.
Kate leaned closer over him, her forearm moving up to press against the base of his neck. "I could have you unconscious inside a minute, Castle," she threatened.
"I usually like it to last a little longer than that," Castle teased, intentionally misinterpreting her methods of rendering him unconscious. "But whatever floats your boat," he added, his hands continuing to travel.
"Get your hands off my ass, Rick," Kate snapped.
Rick laughed, though he did as she asked… kind of; his hands slip up to her back, under her top.
Kate sighed in annoyance and sat up, slapping his hands away. She climbed off of him and began shoving until she had him standing beside the bed in the position she had originally wanted him in.
"What are you doing?" he finally asked, when his back was turned to her and her hands were on his shoulders. "Am I getting a massage? We could have stayed in bed for that."
"Ready?" Kate asked, ignoring his questions.
"For wh-"
There was sudden movement, a strong pressure on his shoulders, and Kate was suddenly wrapped around him- her legs around his waist and her arms locked around his neck. Though Rick staggered forward under the sudden movement, her slight weight was easy to carry.
"And you called me a child!" Rick teased, laughing.
Kate managed to kick his rear end with her foot and raised her arm to point upward and onward as in a charge. "To the kitchen!" she commanded.
Rick shook his head at her, but laughed as well. He never would have pegged Kate as the type of woman who would allow a man to give her a piggy back ride, much less demand one. But Rick was enjoying this glimpse into a new side of her personality and he found himself becoming increasingly enamored. Rick hopped a little, hiking her up higher on his back, and wrapping his arms around her legs to hold her up.
"Yes, my lady," he joked back. "To the kitchen we ride!" And they made their way to the kitchen, Rick carrying Kate upon his back, and only groaning a little when descending the three stairs into the kitchen.
"Shut up!" she teased. "My trusty steed does not groan when being ridden upon!"
Instead of one of the myriad innuendoes he could have spoken, he teased, "He does when hefting Amazon princesses down a flight of stairs."
Kate didn't quibble about the 'hefting' comment- or the fact that the so called 'flight of stairs' was only three steps- but laughed and leaned in to kiss his neck.
Surprised, Castle tried to sound casual when he asked, "What was that for?"
"I regretted it the instant those words passed my lips," Kate explained, a smile in her voice. "I just wanted to thank you for not taking it where you probably wanted to."
Rick approached the island bar, pulling out one of the high stools beside it. He turned his back to the chair and set Kate down gently. But instead of stepping away, Rick turned again, within the V of Kate's legs and put his hands on her knees. "I don't always have to make innuendoes," he informed her, his voice low. "And when you make it so easy, there's no challenge; it's hardly even fun." He lifted his hand to rest on her neck, his thumb brushing over her jaw. "Although, it is fun to see you blush sometimes." When the rosy color stained her cheeks, Rick smiled. Kate smiled softly back. Rick's grasp tightened around the back of her neck, and when he drew infinitesimally closer, she closed her eyes.
The kiss was surprising for both of them. It was soft and sweet and made her melt against him, but Kate had always assumed that when she finally allowed Castle to kiss her, he'd be all over her in seconds. And Rick had always imagined that Kate- being the strong, confident woman he knew her to be- would go after what she wanted with fiery passion. But here she was, allowing him to be the aggressive one… and he found he liked it, even more than the Kate of his fantasies. When her body melted into his, he sank into the kiss and when his tongue touched her lips, she opened for him, making him groan.
After a long moment, Castle pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. "You have a very talented tongue, Detective."
Kate smiled wickedly and informed him, "You haven't even begun to see half of my talents, Castle."
He groaned again and moved to kiss her, but she pulled away. "You promised me breakfast," she reminded him.
"Can't we have just a little more desert first?" he pleaded.
"You'll ruin your appetite," she argued quietly, though she closed her eyes in anticipation of his kiss.
"Never gonna happen," he informed her. "The more I get of you, the more I want."
"Mmm," she mumbled, but didn't say anything else as his mouth closed over hers again.
And this kiss was much closer to what each of them had imagined; the fire and the urgency of it nearly consuming them both.
When Kate finally pulled away, she was breathing heavily and she knew that if she didn't stop this, they'd end up… she couldn't think about it at the moment, or she might not be able to stop herself. Trying to distract him with their game, Kate quietly murmured, "I absolutely hated that."
It took Rick a long, confused moment to recall their 'truth or lie' game and without any other hesitation, he asserted, "Lie."
She smiled her affirmation. He moved to kiss her again, but she held him back, finally able to think for a minute and then groaned as if in pain. She pleaded, "Forget the breakfast, as least give me the coffee you promised."
Her stomach chose just that moment to rumble loudly and made Rick laugh. "Yes, milady."
Rick moved around the island then, into the center of the kitchen and began preparing their breakfast, though the first thing he did was prepare the coffee maker. Kate watched him as me moved around the large space, totally sure of himself as he began making French toast and scrambled eggs. The thought randomly struck her that someone like Rick would be perfect for her; she didn't think she'd ever be the type of wife who would be home every night to prepare dinner for a husband and kids, so someone like Castle, who could fend for himself, would be perfect for her.
Rick could actually feel her watching him, so he turned his head and smiled at her. That serious look on her face almost had him worried, until she smiled back. The expression even lit up her eyes, which pleased him; those were not the eyes of a woman who was regretting something she'd just done.
Though, just to be safe, he wanted to keep her lighthearted and in the moment, so he continued their game. "I've never had any other woman up here," he informed her, even as he continued shifting bits of food in pans.
"Lie," Kate replied, rolling her eyes. She knew for a fact he'd invited Gina up here, which told her Rick wasn't that protective of his beach house sanctuary.
But Rick smiled mysteriously, and simply said, "I'll never tell."
The food close to done, Rick poured two fresh cups of coffee and set them on the bar beside Kate. Then he prepared two plates and set them on the bar, joining Kate when everything was ready.
Kate's first sip of coffee was enough to have her closing her eyes and sighing in pleasure. Her first bite of syrupy toast had her humming blissfully.
Suddenly, Rick's fork clattered against his plate when he dropped it, and he threatened, "If you keep making those noises over food… I'm taking it away from you!"
Surprised and annoyed, Kate almost made an angry retort before she realized the problem.
But when Rick noted her impish smile, he snapped, "Don't even think about it!"
She batter her eye lashes innocently and simpered, "What ever could you mean?"
Rick just narrowed his eyes on her and watched as she smiled. Just when he thought she was about to turn back to her breakfast, his hand shot up, around the back of her neck. He barely noted her surprise when he pulled her forward and crushed his lips against hers. He could taste the syrup on her lips, and it made him groan, much the same way Kate had after her first bite of toast.
As suddenly as he had grabbed her, he released her and Kate fell back against her chair. "If that's how you're gonna react, maybe I should annoy you more often," she reasoned, in a dazed sort of voice.
"Just finish your breakfast," Castle snapped, his voice strained.
And Kate actually obeyed, smiling at her plate the whole time.
A/N: Wow, that was a long one! (And if you totally just thought 'that's what she said' when you read that, you and I have the same perverted sense of humor! Yay us! ;-D ). This scene just did not want to end! But I had fun writing it!