A/N: Well, the votes came in and a surprising number of people wanted me to skip the smut... And that highly surprising number was Zero. :-)) I hope this lives up to expectations; did you know how hard it is to write a sex scene when you know other people are looking forward to it? Usually, it's all about the random naughty things rattling around in my brain, begging me to write them, but when you're actually 'trying' to write a good naughty (yet still tasteful) piece, it's much harder. Perfect example: I sat down to write and a new, purely smut story evolved (which I'll probably be posting soon), but nothing that would help me with this chapter. And when I tried to sit down and write this one, I was so dissatisfied with the results that I had to start over. Though luckily not from scratch, I was still able to use some of the original for this one. But as Felicia Day said in Musical Commentary, "I don't discuss my process," so I'll stop rambling now and let you get to the smutty part. (Haha, Captain Hammer reference) So, here goes...
They rode the elevator in silence, leaning against the back wall, not touching. Rick was afraid that if he did touch her, he wouldn't stop for hours and Kate was afraid that she'd let him- regardless of cameras or possible witnesses, one of whom had watched her grow up and was still good friends with her father. So they kept a foot of space between them, not even holding hands because just then, even that seemingly innocuous touch would have been more than either of them could take. When the car finally dinged, they each smiled, pushing away from the back wall; and when the doors opened, Rick gestured gallantly for Kate to precede him. And Kate grinned at him knowingly, suspecting Rick wasn't being chivalrous so much as he was affording himself the opportunity to check out her ass. So, recalling her model training from her high school years, Kate adopted a walk that was sure to intrigue Castle's attention. She kept her own attention forward as she unlocked her front door, then let Castle lock up behind them, choosing instead to remove her leather jacket.
"Thank you," She murmured when Rick took the coat from her to drape it across the chair beside the door. But when she started to walk further into her home, Rick grabbed her by the back of her halter top and dragged her back toward him. Kate didn't even cry out in surprise or anger because honestly, she was impressed Castle had lasted this long without assaulting her. She did gasp though- in excitement- when he pushed her back against the door and held her there by pressing his big body to hers.
Rick had expected her to glare at him, or even snap at him in annoyance for pulling her around like that, but he found her laughing when he looked at her. He took a moment to study her smile, her face glowing in her excitement, before he reached up to touch her cheek. He tucked some of her hair behind her ear, and then let his fingertips skate down her neck and across her chest until he was pushing his hand beneath the cup of her halter top again. When he began brushing his thumb over the tip of her breast, Kate closed her eyes and moaned.
Rick kissed her then, passionately, attempting to devour her mouth, and picking right back up where they'd left off in the garage. Only this time, there was no friction, no pressure, where she wanted it most. She so did the only thing she could do: she put her hands on his chest and pushed.
Rick staggered back a step, but immediately moved close to her again. So Kate pushed again and this time moved with him, walking him backward all the way to her kitchen. She pulled a chair out from under the kitchen table with her foot and then pushed Castle down onto it. He looked adorably confused and when Kate put her foot on the chair between Castle's legs, he only glanced down and then back up at her face in confusion. Whatever else he felt, he still had that ever-present desire to touch her, so when his hands moved to grasp her calf and encountered leather, Rick smiled. She's not pushing me away, He realized. She wants me to undress her.
Kate smiled back at him when he raised his hands to the laces on the front of her boot and pulled. The second boot quickly followed, landing with a thump on the floor and Kate now stood before him, between his knees, still waiting. But when his hands went to her hips, she figured she should help him out a little.
"There's one more zipper that you missed," she informed him, arching her hips closer to him.
"I know where it is," He assured her and Kate smiled, shaking her head.
In Kate's experience, not many adults practiced being playful anymore. By a certain age it seemed, people have decided what they want, what they like, and they stop experimenting, stop trying to discover new things. And the same was true for sex. The first man- well, boy- she'd been with had spent hours with her, exploring, touching, and just having fun. But as she'd gotten older, and her partners had aged as well, the men she chose already knew what they liked. They stopped exploring because it was no longer about the journey; it was about the destination. They made sure it was good but they gave little effort to making it playful too.
But Rick was different. In this one area, Kate was okay with- even grateful for- Rick's childish tendency to touch everything. Each time they were together, Rick explored her body as if it were the first. He touched and played and experimented, trying new things just to see how it felt. He made love with her in different rooms, on different surfaces, simply for the novelty of doing it somewhere new. And he seemed to prefer no particular position, so she never knew what to expect each time they came together.
So now, Rick began his exploration of her body, sweeping down her hips and over her thighs, then back up. He touched the exposed skin at her midriff and then up, over her top, over her chest, her shoulders. Rick acted like it wasn't enough just to see her in the leather outfit, he had to touch her in it too, to get the full effect. He spun her in place to explore the back of her, and he took just as much time as with the front.
The only things covering her back were her tangled hair and the wide band laced around her ribs. Otherwise there was just a lot of skin and Castle touched all of it. His attention finally drifted down and he moved his hands over her backside and down her legs. They slowly drifted back up and when he reached her hips, his hands closed on her convulsively.
"You are never allowed to wear these pants in public without me," He informed her, his voice low in his excitement, as he studied the way the tight leather hugged all of her curves. His fingertips curled beneath the long slits down the sides and he began moving her hips to watch her ass shake back and forth right in front of him. Kate laughed, but arched her back a little bit so her butt stuck out farther as he twisted her from side to side.
"Sexy," He murmured before releasing her hips and running a flat hand up her arched back to the ties of her halter, which he quickly began to loosen. When the ties were all undone, Kate swept the top off over her head and dropped it to the floor, but she knew Castle well enough not to turn around until she received some signal from him. Sure enough, he took a long moment to touch her bare skin before he was ready to turn his attention to the front of her.
Beginning as far down her calves as he could reach, Rick smoothed his hands over the back of her legs, over her butt and finally up, around her hips to the front of her. He studied the contours of her abdomen, the muscles there that she kept toned and hard, and his fingertips skated along the outer curve of her breasts. When he finally thought he had that particular curve memorized, as well as the smooth skin of her stomach, his hands moved up to cover her breasts and he heard Kate sigh then, both in relief that he was finally touching her as well as in anticipation of more. Her little sigh told Rick how much she wanted him now, and suddenly he needed more contact. He stood up from his seat and plastered his body to the back of hers, as he continued touching her. With her body now pinned between his hands and his chest, Rick was able to hold her more firmly, squeezing her back to him in his excitement. But that wasn't all he wanted to touch.
When Rick's hands left her breasts, Kate whimpered in disappointment and then gasped when he unsnapped the closure on her pants, unzipping them as well. He didn't push the pants down quite yet, just slid one hand inside while the other drifted back up to play with her breasts again. He explored her wet folds with one hand while the other rolled the peak of her breast between his thumb and forefinger and Kate was quickly moaning in pleasure.
Eventually, Rick put his lips to the outer shell of her ear and pointed out in a low voice, "You're not wearing underwear."
Kate couldn't form words at the moment though so, biting her lip, she shook her head, confirming that she was not wearing anything under her leather pants.
There was definitely a naughty smile in his voice when he said, "Neither am I."
And now, Kate had had enough. She was ready for him- hell, she was long past ready actually, but she'd allowed Rick to have his fun. Well, she was out of patience now, so she spun in his arms, wrapped her own around his neck and kissed him passionately. She broke away quickly though, breathing heavily, and then pushed him, sending him sprawling back into his chair.
Rick's eyes were hot in his desire as he looked up at her. Kate sidled between his legs, thrust her hips forward and commanded him, "Take them off."
His sexy smile kept her warm as he reached for her hips. "You're very good at telling men what to do," he pointed out, grinning over his joke.
"Usually when I give that command, most men listen better than you are currently," she retorted, impatiently waiting for him to take off her damn pants already.
But Rick glared up at her then. "How many men have you given that particular command to?"
She smiled at him and confessed, "You're the first, actually." When Castle looked relieved, she smirked and added, "Men are usually too eager to get my pants off for me to actually have to prompt them."
His frowned deepened before he leaned forward and nipped at her hip gently with his teeth as "punishment" for her tasteless joke. Kate gasped and he looked up her body to her face. "I know you weren't a virgin the first time we were together, but I like to think I'm one of the few men- one of the very few men- lucky enough to touch you."
Kate smiled at him happily, pleased by the show of possessiveness. "I choose my partners very carefully, Ricky." Her hands rose to push through his hair and she moved closer to him. Her breasts were right in front of his face now and she was amazed that that wasn't distracting him at the moment. "You are one of a very few men I've let touch me."
Rick smiled happily, appeased by her assurances that his Kate hadn't belonged to very many men before him. He pressed a tender kiss to the center of her chest, right between her breasts and then he finally curled his fingers beneath the waistband of her pants and slowly pulled. Though he examined very carefully every inch of skin he revealed, Rick wanted to tell her something he felt would be important for her to know. "I haven't been with as many women as you would think," he admitted quietly, and then looked up again to her face. "I exaggerate sometimes."
She gave him an incredulous smile and asked, "Did you think you would impress me?"
"No. I don't know." He pushed her pants down to the floor and when she stepped out of them, Rick pulled her to sit on his lap, straddling him. He looked down at her body, all of her bare now though he was still fully dressed and he told her, "You're so beautiful. You could have any man you wanted. And I boasted, maybe because I wanted you to think I could have any woman I wanted. But it's not the same. Men want you for you," He ran his hand over her body, starting at her hip and then smoothing up over her ribs, her breast and up her neck into her hair, highlighting just what it was men found so enchanting about her. "Women usually just want me for my fame. For my money."
Kate wrapped her arms around his shoulders and shifted closer to him, pressing her center against his clothed body. "I don't want your money," She informed him. Her hands slid down to quickly undo the few buttons of his shirt, and when she smoothed it open, she pressed her bare chest to his. "I could live without your fame," she added in the tone of someone making a gross understatement. She slid her hand down his hard stomach, between their bodies, touching his arousal through his clothes. "I just want your body." Still groping him, she leaned in to nip at his ear. "I just want you," She whispered, her mouth on his earlobe. "Filling me up." She groaned a bit desperately now and added, "Like, half an hour ago." She unzipped his pants and reached in to finally touch him. But Rick wanted more than a touch, he wanted to be buried inside her again.
When he shifted his hips, Kate knew to rise up a little and she allowed him only enough space for him to push his pants down around his thighs. Then she was sitting back down on him, his hardness pressing into her once more and she was once again loving the way they fit together so perfectly. She shifted her hips as close to him as she could, taking him so far inside her body, he was knocking into things she didn't think were meant to be knocked on. But she held him there, letting her body adjust to his size and reexamining the way he filled her so completely. Finally, Kate tilted her hips away from him a little, and his hands were on her backside, rocking her against his body and making her gasp in delight.
They moved together slowly, Rick guiding her with his hands on her backside and Kate was soon making those little sounds he loved, deep in her throat. They were unguarded sounds of passion, and almost as much as is pleased him to hear her say she loved him, Rick loved it when Kate made those little whimpered sounds of pleasure. He wrapped his arms around her back then, pulling her closer to him, needing to feel more of her skin pressed to his, and he attacked her neck with his mouth. Kate let her head fall back to give him better access even as she gasped, "You better not leave a mark there, Rick."
He chuckled against her skin, but moved away from her throat, skating his lips down to her collar bone where it would be easier for her to hide any accidental marks he caused.
Slow and sweet was always nice, but it wasn't enough for her right now. Holding on to his broad shoulders, Kate began rocking her hips faster and soon, Rick wanted more as well. They just couldn't move the way he wanted, seated in the chair.
Rick tightened his grip around her body and stood up, and Kate wrapped her legs around his waist to hold on to him. Then he turned to the table beside them and set Kate down again, pushing her onto her back so he could lean over her and watch her writhe as he pulled back and then slammed into her again. He almost worried that he'd hurt her when her next whimper sounded more like a little scream, but she flexed her legs around his waist and used them to pull him back to her again, just as hard and fast as before.
His hands were planted on the tabletop on either side of her shoulders, and though it gave her the opportunity to explore his torso, Kate wanted him to touch her too. So she grabbed his wrist and pulled until he lifted off of it and let Kate direct his palm to her breast. Rick then tried to put his mouth to the other side of her chest, but he found it difficult to keep up the rhythm of his hips at the same time. So he kissed his way up her chest and to her mouth, invading her with his tongue in a manner not dissimilar to the way he invaded her body.
Soon, Kate was gasping and whimpering into his mouth and he knew he'd have to pull away from her again. He took one of her hands from his chest and placed it on her own breast, indicating that she should do it herself if she still wanted the friction there. And his now freed hand skated down her body, over her straining abdomen to her center, where he used his fingertips to play with the most sensitive part of her. He began rubbing her in rhythmic circles and her own hand matched the motion on her overly sensitive breast and Rick's mouth came crashing down on hers. Her tongue boldly came out to play with his and seconds later, she was moaning and gasping against his mouth, making erotic music that worked with the shuddering convulsions of her body to wring his release from him, spilling into her writhing body. He kept moving for her, prolonging the exquisite torment that was almost pain until he thought he'd pass out from the pleasure. But consciousness remained and he collapsed onto her chest, panting into the crook of her neck as she pressed sweet little kisses along his shoulder. One last shudder took Kate's body and Rick groaned; If he didn't one day annoy her to the point she shot him just to shut him up for good, the way her body sucked every last ounce of his pleasure from him was going to kill him.
Rick couldn't stand there for long. It was now past one thirty in the morning and he was exhausted- in a very good way, but still exhausted nonetheless. And they had to get up early in the morning, for Kate to go to work and for her to kick him out of her house for the day. He thought it was funny how she didn't trust him not to go through all of her personal belongings should she leave him alone in her home, mostly because it was a valid concern; She knew him well. It felt good to him that someone who knew him the way Kate did loved him anyway, childish behavior and all.
Kate finally sighed, too tired to be thinking about anything other than how good Rick always made her feel. But that sigh made him pull away from her to look down at her face and when they saw the damage they had done to each other- the messy hair, the swollen lips, the sweat covered skin- they both grinned proudly over their handiwork.
"I need to shower now, but I'm too tired," Kate complained in a sleepy voice.
"Shower in the morning," Rick told her. He finally slipped out of her body and moved away from her, only to gather her into his arms bridal style- after finally stepping completely out of his pants- and carry her up to her bedroom. He set her on her bed and covered her, then climbed in beside her. Gathering her close to him, Rick kissed her hair one last time, then nuzzled his face into her neck and said, "Sleep now."
Kate shifted onto her side, snuggling her back against Rick's body and when she was settled contentedly, she murmured, "Yes, Ricky."
His sigh was cool on the back of her neck and he replied, "I love hearing you say that."
Though she thought she knew the answer and she was so tired she was practically giddy now, she asked, "Say what? Yes?"
He kissed her shoulder, wrapped his arm around her waist and snuggled closer to her. "My name," he replied sleepily.
And then Kate fell asleep with a happy little smile on her face.
A/N: Oh, gosh, that was mushy. Gross! ... But tell me what you think. :-) Was it too explicit? *wince* … Or was that just what y'all asked for? If so, you'll probably like the next story I'm going to post, inspired by that song, "I Put A Spell On You." That's probably what I'll end up calling it. Oh, and I already have the next scene for this written out! (I just realized that, haha. I thought the scene I had would come later in the story, but it will be perfect for the next chapter. Oh, and the one after that is started as well! Awesome! I just LOVE summer break!)