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[Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic]

With the car all packed and ready to go, Rick and Kate prepared for their journey east to Alsace, France, more specifically to Strasbourg, the capital city of Alsace. The trek would take them just over four hours, arriving there with plenty of time to check into a hotel and enjoy the sites for the remainder of the afternoon into the evening.

Their time in Troyes may have been brief, but it had given them the chance to reconnect, to rediscover one another in ways they had only dreamed of.

It has been magical. That seemed to be the only proper word to describe the last few days.

And Rick simply could not contain his excitement, the curiosity and wonder building in his gut, at the prospect of not knowing what the next week and a half had in store for them.

Putting the last of the bags into the back seats of the Buick, Rick climbed in the driver's seat and buckled himself in, only to then gaze at Kate longingly. She was oblivious to his staring, her focus on the city they would soon be departing from.

He couldn't get over her. She looked so at ease with herself in that moment, and unable to look away, he gazed at her. And as he took her in, that word popped up again.

Magical.

When Kate noticed the car wasn't moving, she turned to find him staring at her. This only made her smile. Leaning across the console, she barely brushed her lips against his.

"Hey. You there?" She asked, pulling away and grinning when she saw him unconsciously titling his head toward hers for another kiss. "Castle?"

"Hmm?"

"We've been sitting here, not moving, for five minutes. Will we be leaving any time soon?"

Then it dawned on him. Oh, he'd been staring again, hadn't he?

"Right. Right," he stuttered, starting the car. "Sorry. Got a bit…distracted."

Resting her elbow on the door, she leaned her head on her hand and smiled at him. "Yeah, I noticed," she said on a laugh.

Shooting her a guilty look, he merely pulled out onto the street as they began the four-hour trek to Strasbourg.

As the drive went on, Kate grew bored and the final hour of their journey came upon them. At least she had Rick with her, that made things a little more bearable. She glanced over, smiling at him. His gaze remained on the vacant road before him, eyes never faltering or straying.

Kate trailed her eyes over his body, taking him in. And it was in that moment she knew exactly how she was going to make things a little less— well, boring.

He hadn't even noticed Kate staring at him, too invested in what was going on before him. Much like when he had been doing the same to her only hours ago. But when a hand began moving, that was when his attention had been diverted.

Her hand didn't retreat from her intended target, and she slid her left hand over and placed it on Rick's upper thigh.

Briefly tearing his focus to her, Rick shot her a grin before turning back to the road. He blindly reached down and grasped her hand in his, giving it a single squeeze and quick kiss, hoping that was satisfactory, only then to let go and hold the steering wheel once more.

A tad frustrated, Kate grew more daring.

She shifted until her side was practically pushed up against the console that sat between them, allowing her more access. A single digit ran up and down his leg, becoming more confident with each stroke. But that didn't last long, and as Rick tried to push her hand away, the car swerved as he quickly regained control.

"Okay...you cannot be doing that while I'm driving," he huffed out on a shaky breath.

"Why not?" She whispered, her voice low as her hand kept moving up and down his thigh. "I know you're just as on edge as I am...I can feel it," at her own words, she moved her hand to his crotch, grasping his hardening length and stroking it through his jeans.

He was at a loss for words. The sound of her voice, the words she spoke, and the movement of her hand made him hazy with arousal. This woman knew just how to push his buttons and get him riled up.

He needed to focus on the road. He could do it.

Rick tightened his gaze onto the street, trying to push away everything he was feeling at that moment, but when her hand squeezed him, he couldn't hold back a groan. His arousal was growing with each passing second, making it harder for him to think clearly.

"I— uh...I don't think that— we shouldn't..." He trailed off, the words not coming to him.

"Shouldn't what?" She whispered, leaning her upper body over the console as she brought her mouth right next to his ear, her hot breath sending tingles up and down his spine. Rick shivered, his knuckles turning ghost white in a death grip on the steering wheel.

Slowly running her hand over his bulge, Kate smirked when she suddenly removed her hand and she could've sworn she heard him sigh in disappointment.

But his brief flicker of sadness didn't last for long because she took his right hand in both of hers and began to suck on his index finger. She expertly rolled her tongue around his digit using swift, all too sure strokes. Rick bit his lip, holding back a moan that was desperate to get out.

He would not give her the satisfaction. Nope, he would not—

Oh, God.

Just when he thought he was able to reign in his self-control, Kate worked her magic and diminished his grip on any control.

Releasing his finger with a pop, still holding his hand, she slowly and methodically guided it over her body and audibly let him know how good it felt by her low moans and gasps. His hand traveled across her chest, down her flat stomach, and beneath her jeans.

Directing his hand lower, Kate lead it to the one place she was desperate for him to touch. And Rick, unable to think straight, let her guide him. He let his eyes roam over to her, to the way she was currently biting her bottom lip and shutting her eyes.

Then the car swerved again.

Quickly gaining power of the vehicle once more, Rick tried to remove his hand so as to have more stability, but Kate wouldn't let him.

"Kate—"

"Keep driving, Rick," she whispered, cheeks flushed and her breaths coming in short, low gasps. "I'm almost there."

Swearing under his breath, he had a one-handed vice grip on the steering wheel, seeing as his other hand was...preoccupied. Rick was too overwhelmed with what she was doing; he could only pray they wouldn't crash. He was surprised they hadn't already.

How much longer until they reach the hotel?

"Oh, Rick," Kate sighed, her hips thrusting up as she rode his hand with wild abandon.

When he increased his pace, she let out a loud moan. The rhythm he was using was making her lose her mind. Abdominal muscles pulled tight as she gripped the door handle and dropped her head back against the headrest as she tumbled over the edge into sweet bliss.

Rick released his hand, wiping it on his jeans. He then looked over at her limp form every few seconds, not believing that what had just happened had actually happened.

"Wow," was all Kate could say, her chest heaving.

Bringing herself to sit up straighter, she kissed Rick's cheek and a mischievous smirk found its way to her lips when she pulled back, but only enough so her mouth was right at his ear.

"How much closer are we to the hotel?" She asked on a whisper, bringing the lobe of his ear between her teeth and giving it a small tug.

"Not close enough," he said under his breath, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Not close enough."

They didn't even make it to the bedroom before Kate had him pinned to the door, her hips pressing into his in a sweet, blissful friction. Rick's grip on their suitcases loosened, and they crashed on the floor with heavy thuds.

Not that he cared. After that heated car ride he had other, more important things on his mind, like getting Kate out of her clothes.

Her hands worked at his jacket as her mouth molded to his, a flash of teeth and tongue that left his mind fuzzy. His body lifted off the door in an attempt to gain some control.

Kate moaned into his lips and kept making those needy gasps that traveled straight down Rick's core, his jeans becoming increasingly tight they were almost unbearable. When she finally got the jacket off him he spun them around, taking the chance to slip the purple plaid shirt off of her before he pressed her into the dark wood of the hotel door.

The gray tank top she wore underneath was a tight fit, a soft material that clung to her skin, making it impossible to ignore the lovely curves of her heaving chest. He could even see a faint impression of her bra, and he lowered his head to her neck in adoration.

He slid a thigh between hers, seeking the heat that radiated even through the fabric of her jeans, and he grunted when she rocked over it, sinful sounds falling from her mouth.

"Yes," Kate panted, and she slammed into him, eyes shutting closed as the pleasure increased.

"Kate," he murmured, taken aback by her intensity.

He had wanted to feel her come apart around him, but the way she was currently riding his leg—

He tried to reach for her tank still, fingers splaying at the warm skin of her sides, his index fiddling with the button of her jeans, but she knocked his hand away when she fisted hers on his shirt.

"No time," she breathed into his neck, "Can't wait…"

So he forgot about it, about anything that wasn't her, and he found her mouth again as she moved, hips pressing against his in sharp little jerks that made him forget to breathe.

He bypassed her tank and her bra, his thumb finding the taut peak of a breast; she bit on his lip when he teased it slowly, her teeth clamping down. Her body tensed then stiffened against his before giving in.

Kate's whimpers crashed at the hollow of his throat as her hips rolled, riding wave after wave of release. Rick broke too, unable to resist the way she trembled into him.

When she opened her eyes again, with her head tilted back against the door, Kate was surprised to realize that they were still upright. Rick too had leaned against the door, his forearms aligned with the dark wood, his head turned into her neck. He was still supporting both of them, holding her up with his leg.

She nudged his temple with her nose and when he looked up at her she slid her lips over his, not quite kissing but rather caressing one another's lips as they held on.

They stayed like this for a moment, breathing in and out together, tongues occasionally touching, tasting.

Then Kate felt the ripple of muscle as Rick gathered himself, carefully pushing off the door, as if he didn't quite trust his legs to carry him. She let out a single burst of laughter, but it turned into a gasp when Rick removed his thigh and she felt her own knees give. He caught her, his hands strong at her forearms.

"Having some difficulties standing?" He murmured, so smug.

"Nope," she shot back, arching a challenging eyebrow his way. "Not at all."

Rick raised an eyebrow of his own, lips pulled into a sly, all too proud grin. "I would beg to differ."

And before Kate could get another word in, he was sweeping her off her feet, an arm hooked at the back of her knees, the other cradling her to his chest.

"We need to do something about these clothes," Rick informed her, wriggling his fingers at her knees.

"What exactly is wrong with my clothes?"

"They're still on."

"And whose fault would that be?"

"Oh, I believe you and I both know who is to blame here," Rick countered with a curl of his lips as they entered the bedroom. "And trust me, I intend to remedy that immediately."

Kate smirked. "Then what are you waiting for?"

As they turned around to face the bedroom neither spoke a word, too in shock with a mix of confusion and a sprinkle of disappointment at what awaited them.

"Oh..."

"Did we get the right room?" Kate wondered, asking out loud what they'd both been thinking.

She was still in his arms, her legs dangling out as she secured herself against him with an arm looped over his shoulders. Kate focused her eyes on him, eyebrows knit in confusion.

He looked just as confused as she did, if not even more so. When he glanced Kate's way, he locked onto her eyes. Yet, the confusion didn't last for long, and the next thing he knew she was laughing. He couldn't help but laugh with her.

Before them sat not one king-sized bed as they'd requested, but two twin-sized beds.

"There must be some mistake," Kate told him as soon as the laughing had died down.

"Yeah."

Gently setting her down, Rick silently made his way over to the bed closest to the door, chuckling to himself as he did. Laying flat on the tiny bed, he made himself comfortable. Hands folded across his stomach and legs crossed, he shut his eyes and let himself soak it all in.

Kate followed his lead and slipped onto the bed nearest to the window, mimicking his position. She glanced his way, giving him a little wave.

"Hi," she whispered.

Rick waved back at her. "Hi."

Turning their gaze upward, the duo shut their eyes and allowed themselves to relax.

"This isn't – too bad, is it?" Kate asked a minute later.

"No, it's not too bad. But," He began, jumping out of the bed, "I've got an idea."

The screeching of wood against wood could be heard echoing through out the bedroom. Tearing her focus to the direction of the noise, Kate couldn't help but let out a small giggle when she saw Rick pushing his bed directly up against hers, ultimately forming a larger bed.

He settled down onto the bed, reaching out to pull Kate closer as they snuggled together.

"There. That's better," he sighed, his nose buried in her hair.

She nodded, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Much better."

Just as she was getting comfortable, Kate let out a shriek of surprise when Rick suddenly, without warning, had her pinned beneath him, their bodies lining up perfectly so that every crevice, every contour touched, leaving no room in-between. Thrusting his hips into hers, he smiled down at her.

"Now, where were we?" He mumbled, ghosting his lips over the soft skin of her neck.

And before Rick knew what was happening, he was being flipped over so that Kate was now the one on top. She attacked his mouth, greedily nipping and sucking on his bottom lip before releasing it with a pop.

"I believe, and correct me if I'm wrong," she murmured, eyes darkening with each word, "But I am almost positive you were going to remedy the clothing situation. Is that right?"

Oh, her tone was teasing and God, he found it hot.

Staring up at her, he nodded his head. "Yes," he gulped.

Giving him a hard kiss, she began to fiddle with the buttons of his shirt as she thrust her hips down against his, feeling how ready— how hard— he was for her.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

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