Ok... I have a good reason to be this late.
So… I got pregnant in July but I lost it 3 weeks ago... I'm ok, just getting back at writing and stuff.
I'm finally admitting I have to take the Toefl test and write better. So, if you feel like it, when you find something wrong with my writing, please be kind to say so... It would really help me to improve my writing skills.
This one is another Castle's POV.
Enjoy!
They manage to chit chat within drinks and flirts after that kiss.
At that point Rick just wants to know everything there is to know about her: how she swirls her drink with the cherry, how her finger traces the border of the glass, the way her tongue and lips wrap themselves around the cherry and the smirk on her lips when she catches him starring at her while she talks.
She talks about literature like if she was his younger self. And there's nothing sexier than a girl who knows her Art. He feels like kissing her. Again. Every time she opens her mouth to sip on her drink or say anything he feels like surrendering himself to her lips. And he should be paying more attention to what she's saying, but there he is: helpless.
His skin aches to have hers closer one more time and his irises burns just to look at her. Why does she have to sound so interesting? Why?! He can't just invite her up to his room now. He wants to see her again – despite the fact he was still seeing her at this very moment – talk to her, kiss her senseless and see that gorgeous smile again.
But absolutely right now? He wants to rip her excuse-for-a-dress off her and be as close as he possibly can to her. Her little touches and looks, her foot accidentally touching his shin when she crosses her legs and the way she inches forward to be closer every time he looks away to order more drinks… oh, that woman is playing with fire and she's pleading to get severely burned.
They're doing this dance for about two hours now, talking nonsense – and it isn't on purpose: they feel like they already know everything there is to know about each other. The way she giggles and sips her drink every time he tells her a crazy story about college has him practically on his knees already. What a heavenly sound!
As he stirs his eyes away for just a second to order new drinks – with two cherries – she gets closer. It is enough for his chest to brush on hers and his breath to mingle with hers as he turns back. She's standing up in the V of his legs and he's leaning on the bar. His breath gets caught up in his chest, his hand finds its way to her waist slightly slipping down to the curve of her ass, just between the two, as if he did it all the time. That gets him a capture of her bottom lip as she tries to hide a smirk.
She bents forward, brushing her lips across his cheek and practically kisses his ear while she talks. She whispers to him she's going to be right back.
When he feels her hot breath on his ear it awakes every pore in his body, and he catches her wrist as she's slipping away.
"There's a room. Upstairs" He chokes out. Aroused, tipsy.
"Huh?" Ok, she's enjoying his lack of blood in his brain.
"I have a room. Do you want to come up?" And he knows better.
It shouldn't, but it catches her off guard.
"what-"
"I mean, there's a lounge next to the bedroom."
She shoots him a look and raises an eyebrow.
"I'd like to talk – just talk – to you in a quieter place, if you will" God, he's really lacking blood up his waist.
"Not your finest moment, huh?" she teases.
"No." He agrees with a little nervous laugh. What if she says no? Would she leave? "I'm sorry… terrible idea. Let's just stay here and have a few more drinks" Good lord, why is it so difficult to talk with her standing so close? And why in god's name is she drawing patterns with her nails up his thighs?
"I really have to go…" She whispers to him, breaking his heart a bit. But then she leans in, capture his lips with hers and "but I'll be right back and we can go upstairs" she says as she scrapes her nails up from his knees and slips out of his embrace.
He tosses all the money he can find in his wallet over the counter and dials Maurice to clean the room from the strawberries he ordered that afternoon and leave just the bottle of champagne in the ice for him.
As she comes out of the little girl's room, he's leaning in the door frame, looking away. Instinctively she slips her hand around his, smiles and walks with him.
On the ride up in the elevator there's the awkward silence as they avoid each other's eyes. Talk…yeah. Sure. He wants to pull her closer and kiss her as if his life depends on it, but if he does kiss her now, it will seem that he has another agenda, as though he hopefully has it. And he feels she might be getting a bit nervous. What now?
He holds up the keycard but 't doesn't open the door. She takes it from him shyly and opens it for him.
Maybe it is a bad idea… He sighs. She points to the couch and he nods; he points to the champagne, and she, too, nods. There's a big white couch in the room and she walks to it, sitting next to one extremity as he pours them both a glass of champagne.
He hands her a glass and sits on the other extremity, a lot nervous.
She breaks the ice and asks about more stories from college, and they laugh, drink and relax for the next hour or so. By the time they realize it, she's sitting next to him, touching thighs . She looks younger, shy, sweet, but still sensually dangerous.
And he doesn't know what's wrong with him, why is he so nervous about a woman he just met? He's done it dozens of times before! Her hand is on his thigh and he's leaning back on the couch, with one foot on the ground and the other on the couch, comfortably talking to her, telling her crazy stories about fans and next he knows she's placing her glass on the coffee table and turning to him.
"What are you doing?"
"It's getting late, I should go"
"No! I-I… It's really late. Why don't you stay here for the night? I can take the couch. You can have the bedroom" He corrects himself.
"Yeah… I can't." She smirks at him.
"Why not?" He sits up, serious "I-I"
"Because…" She leans into him and kisses his life out of him "You're far too good at kissing for me to stay there and sleep" She says crawling up his body and lining up their bodies. "So I think it's better to just go home and-"
"Oh" he takes a deep breath. He tried all night to keep it to himself, behave properly when his body told him to kiss her senseless and have her wherever… because this one is a keeper and he doesn't want to ruin it.
"I had a great time tonight" She whispers to his lips.
"I did too" he responds running his hands over her back.
By the time she manages to get to the door throughout kisses and gropes and moans it have gotten far too late for a woman to take a cab and go home.
He presses her against the door "Stay" he says and kisses her neck.
"Can't" she manages to respond.
"Yeah, you can… stay with me tonight" he locks gazes with her, both half drunk and half aroused.
"I-I" her voice fades as he lifts her against the door, against his better judgment, and she hooks her legs around him "Have to go". And Kate can feel how much he wants her to stay with him that night.
She declines with kisses once again, slipping out the door.
He holds her wrist smiling with lip gloss all over his face "Don't go Cinderella on me… tell me your name"
She gives him a smug grin "Kate" and she sucks on her bottom lip, looking straight into his blues "short for Katherine."
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