Thanks so much for reading! This is the final chapter, so I just want to thank you all for your lovely comments and alerts and just being awesome readers!
Like the rest of the story, this chapter is dedicated to the wonderful fanfiction writer and a personal friend of mine, Vesja. Take a peek at her profile and read her stuff!
P.S. Double smut in this one, so watch out!
Alexis unlocked the door to the loft, trying not to let her fingers tremble. It had taken a week but Emmett was finally, finally out of the hospital, and they'd just finished their promised date to the Italian-Japanese place. The food was divine, but it was all she could do to stop herself from ripping his clothes off and getting on with it.
Now that they'd wined and dined (okay, not wined, not yet anyway), they were going back to her home because Emmett wasn't exactly comfortable at his house.
"I was thinking that maybe you could join me when I head out tonight?" Emmett asked as they stepped into the foyer, shucking off their winter boots and coats. "I plan on hitting this alley tonight over by 68th and Broadway."
Alexis grinned at him, because it sounded like the best thrill ever – well, the best thrill besides what she was going to do with him right then.
Grabbing his hand, Alexis led him upstairs to her room, closing and locking the door once they'd entered.
"Nice room; sophisticated but cute… like you, Shortcake." Emmett said, giving her the lopsided grin that made her knees go weak.
"Hmmm. Emmett, do you remember what you said the last night we were captured?" Alexis asked, walking towards him.
"You mean the night we nearly did the dirty with Benny a few feet away?" Emmett asked, his pupils dilating. "It would be a little hard to forget that, babe."
"You said that you didn't want to take me up against a wall – that you wanted it to be special." Alexis reminded him. She reached him, standing by the edge of the bed, and she trailed her fingers up his arms and then down his chest. Emmett's eyes darkened until only a glowing rim of blazing green could be seen.
Emmett swallowed hard. "Yeah, I remember." He said slowly, his voice thick with lust.
"I really hope my bed is special enough for you," Alexis whispered, her voice made low with need, "Because we are going to finish what we started."
Emmett made a growling sort of noise deep in his throat, and then he was attacking her, assaulting her with his lips and teeth and tongue, his hands running up and down her body and making her shiver. Her body had come alive in that way again, the way that only he could make her feel, with that strange electricity zinging all over and making her go crazy.
Alexis helped him out of his shirt, tossing it to the side and pushing him back onto the bed. Emmett watched, fascinated, as she slowly raised her shirt up over her head, holding the garment between two fingers and dropping it onto the floor.
"That is the sexiest thing I have ever seen." Emmett said. His voice was choked and halting, and Alexis had a feeling it had to do with the tent in his pants. She grinned, loving this feeling of power. She started to unzip her jeans but then Emmett grabbed her waist, sitting up and pulling her so that she was straddling his lap on the bed.
"You're a regular little minx, you know that?" He asked.
"And you're a regular…" Alexis didn't get to finish her sentence because Emmett kissed her, fusing them at the mouth and pressing her against him. The feel of his manhood against her hot, wet core made her whimper and Emmett swallowed the moan she let out.
Running her hands over his chest, splaying them out to touch as much of him as possible, Alexis let her fingers drift down towards his pants. She undid his belt and snap, unzipping him. Emmett bucked instinctively towards her hand, and she smiled as they kissed.
Emmett flipped her over so that they were lying on the bed with him on top, and he helped her to wiggle out of her pants. Then he undid her bra and got to work on her breasts, and the only thought her brain was able to form was God oh God how the hell did he get so good at this?
Alexis pushed Emmett's pants off, leaving them both in nothing but their underwear to separate that lovely skin-on-skin feeling. Hands wandered, leaving trails of fire in their wake; mouths searched and explored, teasing and tasting; and every once in a while hips ground uncontrollably when they did something that felt unbelievably good.
Finally, after what felt like hours of trying to drive each other mad, Emmett hooked his thumbs under her underwear. Alexis obligingly lifted her hips to allow him to work it off of her, but she didn't expect him to start kissing his way back up her legs once it was off. She groaned, her hips bucking as he came tantalizingly close to where she needed him to be. Then he kissed her clit, just once, and Alexis' eyes rolled back into her head.
"Condom?" Emmett asked, about to reach down for his long-ago discarded pants.
"Already got it." Alexis said, reaching into the top drawer of her nightstand and pulling one out. "I got them with Kate on our lunch date."
Yes, Alexis was calling her Kate now. That lunch date had been one of the best days of her life. She certainly wasn't planning on going condom-shopping with her dad… or, heaven help her, Gram.
Honestly, she'd been surprised at how supportive and understanding Kate was, but she'd just smiled at Alexis, answered all of her questions, and explained everything that she could. It was great.
And, yes, they'd talked. Alexis had explained the confusing but unavoidable fact that in her eyes, Kate had become more than just a role model. No matter what else happened, Alexis wanted Kate in her life, wanted her as a support and a friend. Kate had looked like she was going to cry, but out of joy, and she'd promised to be there for Alexis.
Now, however, the animal deep inside Alexis wasn't roaring in triumph at the bonding session – it was pleased with the benefits from the not-so-innocent shopping part.
Emmett opened the foil package and rolled the condom on, his brow furrowed in concentration. Alexis giggled (again, with the giggling!) and quirked her eyebrow.
"Having a little trouble there, mister?" She asked.
"This is harder than it looks, okay?" Emmett said, shooting her a glance.
"What, you've never done this before?" Alexis asked.
"Why, have you?" Emmett looked up. "Please tell me you haven't."
Alexis was shaking with laughter. "No, I haven't, I didn't mean… I meant in sex education classes, where they make you put it on a banana or something…"
Emmett stared at her for a moment, mirth flickering in the deep evergreen depths of his eyes. "A banana is different from a cock, Shortcake." He assured her. His eyes flickered to her mouth before meeting her eyes again. "And if you want to laugh, next time I'll make you put it on."
"Ooh, what torture." Alexis winked, not even trying to hide her smile.
"Okay, that is it." Emmett said, covering her body with his and stopping her laughter with a kiss.
All humorous thoughts left her mind as he slid into her. Alexis hadn't had much experience – okay, absolutely zero experience – with the male anatomy, so she really couldn't judge as to whether he was average or above average or whatever when it came to size. All she knew was that he filled her, stretched her, completed her in a way she hadn't known before, but now that she did know, she never wanted to let him go. It was as if, somehow, they'd broken the laws of physics and become one person, not knowing where one ended and the other began.
It took a minute, but they found their rhythm, their bodies moving tortuously slowly before picking up tempo. Their breathing was ragged, their mouths and hands clumsily working their way along their bodies as they tried to touch every little bit of each other.
Alexis felt that with each thrust, every time her body was pounded onto the bed, a bit of her turned into glass. Her entire body was becoming this hard, beautiful glass figure, and soon the pressure would be too much and she would shatter…
Emmett thrust into her one more time, and then her world exploded. She was shattering, pieces of her flying everywhere, but the glass was turning into liquid fire, burning and burning but it was so good, she never wanted it to stop, never wanted to come down from that insane high.
When Alexis finally managed to take in her surroundings again, Emmett was lying on top of her, his arms having given out. He was breathing hard, his face flushed, and Alexis was having a difficult time sucking in a breath because of his weight on top of her.
"Oh, sorry babe." Emmett said, rolling off of her. Alexis smiled and snuggled into him, placing her arms on his chest and her head resting on her arms so that she could look at him.
Emmett grinned at her. "And I thought you couldn't get more beautiful…" He murmured, and Alexis blushed. Emmett tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, still smiling.
Alexis pretended to think for a moment, and then nodded. "You'll do." She said with mock seriousness.
Emmett laughed, pulling her closer to him. "I better, 'cause I'm not letting any other guy take my place." He warned her.
"I like the sound of that." Alexis said, tracing patterns on his chest. She was beginning to get sleepy again, and she noticed that Emmett was also drifting off.
"Is it always this good, or are you just special?" Emmett asked jokingly.
"Nah, you just got lucky. I'm perfect, remember?" Alexis reminded him.
His chuckle resonated through his chest and her body, a soothing vibration to send her into dreamland.
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Beckett and Castle stumbled out of the elevator, not even pausing the intense make-out session they'd been having the minute they'd gotten into the elevator from the apartment lobby. One date; that was how long they'd lasted. One date before they were at each other like monkeys.
So much for taking it slow.
They shouldn't be doing this. It's a bad idea, there are so many reasons why this could go wrong and they should just stop right now and oh lord it feels so damn good…
"Keys…" Castle muttered, but his hands didn't leave Beckett's body. She would have rolled her eyes if they weren't closed from all the things he was doing to her.
"I'll get them." She said, reaching into his pocket and withdrawing the key ring. She made sure to get in some stroking while she was at it.
Castle paused in his ministrations to hollow of her throat. "If you keep doing that, Kate, we're not going to make it into the house." He growled.
She almost laughed. He was so easy.
Breaking away from him, Beckett dangled the keys tantalizingly before taking off down the hallway towards his apartment.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Castle was chasing after her, and by the time he caught up to her at his apartment door they were both breathless with laughter.
Castle ran his hand through her hair (although the rest of her wardrobe was admittedly drab, she'd noticed how much he loved her hair and always took the time to make it look nice) and cupped her chin with his other hand. They gazed at each other for a moment, and Beckett felt like she was drowning in the deep blue of his eyes.
Then they were diving for each other again, and they could barely get the door unlocked before bursting through it in a tangle of limbs. Beckett shed her coat and helped Castle out of his as they kicked off their boots.
"Bedroom, now." Castle said, his voice almost predatory. He scooped Beckett up in his arms, kneading her ass as he carried her towards his bedroom.
Grinning, Beckett began to pay very careful attention to his ear and neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin and loving the groan her ministrations earned her.
Thank goodness Castle had the presence of mind to close the door behind them, because she was so wrapped up in him, in his smell, his taste, his hands, his glorious mouth, that she couldn't have focused on anything else if she tried.
Castle dumped her on to the bed, quickly climbing on top of her. Not content to let him be the only one in control (although his possessiveness was the biggest turn-on she'd ever had), she pulled a fighting move to flip him so that she was on top.
"You always have to drive, don't you Detective?" Castle teased, reaching up to tease her nipples through her thin shirt.
Beckett's head dropped back and she rocked against him, feeling his erection pressed against her aching core. "Figuratively speaking, of course." Castle added, his voice strained from her grinding.
Beckett smiled and bent down, devouring him in a heated kiss. "Of course." She whispered once they'd broken apart.
Clothes went flying with record speed and neither of them spoke as they wrestled with buttons, snaps and zippers (in that order). Finally, finally they were naked, able to touch and tease each other to oblivion.
Castle finally got Beckett pinned after a little who's-on-top war, one of his large hands holding her two delicate wrists, keeping her hands firmly above her head. With his other hand, he began to rub slow circles with his thumb on her thigh. Slowly, far too slowly for Beckett's liking, he inched his hand closer to where she so desperately wanted it to be.
"Rick…" Beckett gasped, arching her back. "Faster…"
"Patience is a virtue, Kate." Castle reminded her teasingly, his fingers so close to where she needed them to be.
"I haven't had any in six months unless erotic dreams count, Rick, so you better get to the main event before I flip you over and have my way with you." Beckett warned him.
Castle chuckled. "Let me have my fun this round, Kate, and I'll let you drive next time." He leaned down, pressing his body against hers and crushing her breasts to his chest in a way that had her moaning. His hot mouth was right next to her ear, and his voice made erotic shivers shoot through her body.
"And if you think six months has made you desperate, just wait until you see what happens after a year and a half." Castle whispered.
He didn't say it, but Beckett knew that he hadn't gotten any because of her, because he'd wanted to be with her, and only her. It made her go from damp to dripping.
"Show me what you got, Writer-Boy." She challenged huskily.
Castle pressed her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Beckett cried out and ground against his hand as he rolled her clit over his thumb, playing it like a tiny musical instrument.
"That's Writer-Man, Detective." He assured her, his voice low and by far the sexiest thing she'd ever heard. How he made her job title sound so dirty, she'd never know, but she loved it.
"Rick – God, Rick, just – I need you…" Beckett couldn't even complete a sentence.
"What do you need, Kate?" Castle asked, his mouth playing with her ear while his hand played with her clit. "Tell me."
He slid a finger into her and she bucked, his rhythm slow and steady and driving her mad. "I need – you, Rick, I – I need you… in me…"
Castle slipped another finger into her and curled them slightly, hitting a sweet spot in her and making her scream again. She'd never been a screamer but fuck it, she couldn't help it and she just might get a reputation with the neighbors if they do this on a regular basis.
At her scream, Castle seemed to lose all control and pulled his fingers out of her, replacing them with his sheathed cock. One smooth move and he was in her, filling her, stretching her unbelievably. He didn't pause in his assault on her neck, and Beckett sought a handhold among the sheets before grabbing his shoulders and sinking her nails in. Castle groaned and began to move.
They rocked furiously, Beckett wrapping her legs around him and hooking her ankles to allow him a deeper angle. Castle sank into her again and again, pushing her closer to that brink. Beckett felt like she was running a race with her own body, racing up a mountain towards the peak, growing closer with each second.
Suddenly, Castle stopped moving inside her. Beckett tried to move against him, but he had her pinned and his weight on top of her kept her from being able to move much.
"Rick…" Her voice was dangerously close to a whine.
"I need you to hear this." Castle insisted, still refusing to move.
Beckett knew what he was going to say, and she was torn between kissing him and beating him to death with the butt of her gun.
Her mouth, however, disconnected the filter that ran between it and her brain without telling her, and said the words she'd thought a hundred times over the course of the evening.
"I love you too, Richard Castle."
Castle looked like she'd dumped cold water over his head. He stared at her, wide-eyed, for a full second. Beckett was starting to worry when a grin spread over his face, lighting it up and making him look very boyish for a second. Damn, she loved that grin.
"You're not angry?" Beckett was shocked. Castle knew her better than anyone else, and he would understand not only what saying that out loud meant to her, but that it was a confession.
"How can I?" He whispered, his voice hoarse and not from lust. "I finally have you."
He kissed her, long and slow, and there was so much simple love in that kiss that it nearly caused tears to spill over her cheeks.
"I love you, I want you, please Rick, I need you… please love me…" Beckett's voice was breathy, the words coming out as moans.
His response was all that she could hope for and all that she needed.
"Always."
He began again, pumping into her, and they moved liked they'd been doing this their entire lives. Beckett was at the top of the mountain, and then her body was flinging itself off and she was flying, soaring, her entire body made up of delicious weightless euphoria.
When she finally glided back to earth, Beckett found herself cuddling with Castle, her nose nuzzling his neck, his strong arms around her. While adventurous in bed, Beckett had always been averse to cuddling (something that dismayed pretty much all of her boyfriends) but with Castle, it was different. Everything was different with him.
Beckett realized he was writing words on her back, and she smiled as she repeated them out loud.
"My muse."
She felt Castle's smile and he began to write a different set of words.
"My goddess."
Her throat tightened at the wonderful, loving things he was telling her.
"My love."
He was etching them into her skin, marking her as if with a branding iron, searing the words into her memory.
"My always."
Beckett felt like crying. The emotion was overwhelming, a mixture of joy and sadness and wonder and excitement and so many others that she couldn't even name. This was too much, this was filling her up and spilling out of her, this was love.
"I love you, Kate." Castle whispered.
"I love you too." She whispered back, swallowing. "More than I could ever say."
And, like he understood everything else about her, she knew that Castle understood this.
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Beckett knew she'd be doing the walk of shame the next morning. She'd done it before, especially during her "wild child" phase, but she'd never run into anyone else doing it. She'd never bumped into another college girl on her way out of the apartment, or reminded someone in the elevator that their buttons were on weird.
She'd certainly never have expected to be doing the walk of shame with her lover's daughter.
Castle had been sleeping soundly, but Beckett was used to early mornings and had crept out of the room in order to get some coffee going and maybe even make breakfast. She'd been wearing nothing but a button-front shirt she'd snagged from Castle's bedroom floor – the same one she'd ripped off of him last night, actually – and her discarded black thong.
When she'd entered the kitchen, she'd been met with the sight of Alexis, red hair disheveled, flipping pancakes on the griddle. The girl had one, no, two hickeys on her neck, those were definitely boy boxers she was wearing, and no one could mistake that glow for anything other than post-sex bliss.
Beckett had been able to do nothing for a good minute except stare. She was pretty sure her mouth was open, too.
Alexis turned, humming with a dreamy smile on her face, and caught sight of Beckett. She didn't drop the plate of pancakes, thankfully, but her eyes bulged and her mouth fell open. If anyone had been watching they would have laughed at the similarity of their expressions.
"Kate! I didn't… I thought… I was hoping…" Alexis set the plate down on the island with one hand while the other gestured helplessly.
"You were hoping we went back to my place?" Beckett teased, walking over to the island and sitting down.
"No! No, I mean, I was hoping that you'd… um…" Alexis couldn't hide her blush. She'd expected her dad and Kate to come back and do the dirty (no one could miss the sound of the front door crashing open), but she'd been hoping that they'd be so busy that night that they wouldn't wake up until much, much later.
"I'm an early riser. Is Emmett still here?" Beckett asked. She hoped he wasn't. If Castle saw him there'd be blood.
"No, he left around four in the morning. He's going to tell Benny he spent the night doing street art; he sneaks out and does it all the time, so she won't know."
"If he looks anything like you, Alexis, she'll know." Beckett warned her.
Alexis blushed again. "So, uh, you want pancakes?" She asked.
Beckett smiled and grabbed a fork from the pile of silverware Alexis had set out. "You bet." She said.
They chewed in silence for a moment before Beckett spoke. "How was it? Live up to your expectations?"
Alexis gave a tiny smile and nodded. "It was different than I expected, but only in that it was more real." She said, her words tumbling out nervously and eagerly. "We joked about the condom, and discussed positions, and it was so awkward at times, but…" She bit her lip, and then looked up at Beckett and her entire face split into a grin. "But it was absolutely amazing."
Beckett smiled. She reached across and squeezed Alexis' hand, so happy to be sharing this moment with her, to know that Alexis trusted her enough to share it. "I'm glad, honey; I really am."
Alexis felt like her face would crack from smiling so much. She was immeasurably happy to have someone to share this with.
"I'd ask how it was for you, but this is my dad we're talking about, so…" Alexis trailed off, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
Beckett laughed. "I'll spare you the details." She assured her. "But it was good."
"Better than the others?" Alexis asked. Kate had filled her in on her previous, ahem, adventures, during their lunch the other day.
Beckett nodded. "By far, the best." She said. She gave a mock sigh. "I guess I'll just have to stick around, then."
Alexis jumped up from her seat and hugged Kate as tightly as she possibly could. Kate didn't even hesitate to hug her back, squeezing her gently. After a moment, Alexis pulled back. They didn't even have to talk – they understood what the other was feeling.
"How did the protection work out?" Beckett asked, her smile becoming devilish.
"Oh, it worked out quite well. Awesome recommendation." Alexis winked.
There was the sound of movement in Castle's bedroom, and Alexis whipped around. "I, uh, need to, um…"
"I'll help you get changed." Beckett assured her. "I need to borrow some yoga pants or something anyway."
"Got it." Alexis nodded earnestly.
The two of them dashed upstairs as quickly as they could without making any noise. When Castle entered the kitchen fifteen minutes later, his daughter was dressed in a lovely ensemble, while Beckett was wearing borrowed yoga pants and a Stanford t-shirt that Alexis had accidentally gotten a size too large.
"And how are my two beauties this morning?" Castle asked, hugging Alexis. "What have you two been up to?"
"Just making pancakes and talking." Beckett said, giving him a peck on the cheek.
Their matching innocent looks betrayed nothing. Alexis shot Beckett a triumphant look, and Beckett winked at her. Yes, they were going to make a great team.
Now, if Alexis could just convince Beckett to let her borrow her handcuffs…
Th-th-th-that's all folks! I'm sure I'll be posting some more delicious Caskett soon – oh, and this is my first time having Alexis do the horizontal mambo so if you want more of that (with Emmett or another character) be sure to let me know. I'm sure the girl wants some more experience… ;)
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