Author's Note: Thank you, incredibly awesome readers, for pushing me to almost the 200 follower mark with only one chapter. I'm so pleased my story has piqued your interest, and I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint!
Warning: Rated M.
Fantasy Fridays
Chapter Two: Personal Stylist
Castle polishes off the last slice of their homemade pizza. Kate swirls the Petit Syrah in her wineglass in a graceful circle, her eyes locked seductively on him, but he doesn't notice until he's pulled his napkin out of his lap and laid it on the table.
She looks incredible, sitting at the table in his loft, his girlfriend, like she's belonged there all her life. She's wearing an emerald silk halter top that makes her shoulders look phenomenally tan, and the dark jeans he loves to see on but hates to peel off. Her legs are crossed, and one bare foot casually strokes his calf through the thin fabric of his dress pants.
"So," he says. He's afraid she hasn't remembered their new little tradition. He, on the other hand, has been thinking about it all day. Quite possibly to the detriment of the case they're working on.
"So?" she prompts, eyes innocent and oblivious.
"Do you … want to watch a movie or something?" He back-pedals like a nervous (and very horny) teenager.
"I don't know, Castle. Do you? I mean, it is Friday after all, so we can stay up as late as we want." The trademark Beckett smirk curves on her lips. Even after three months, he sometimes forgets that they're lovers. Lovers. Shit, sometimes he still expects her to twist his ear just for looking at her too long.
He shakes off his nerves and covers her knee with his broad palm. "No, actually, I don't want to watch a movie. I want to hear about what you … want."
"Give me a few minutes," she says. Then she sets her wine glass down and leans in to whisper in his ear. "Then come find me."
She heads for the bedroom.
Castle loads the dishwasher haphazardly, nearly breaking a plate in the process, then goes after her. A wavering line of warm light bisects the darkness of the bedroom. The bathroom door is ajar, and he can smell Kate's favorite candles burning. The scent of Sweet Almond and Macaroon hangs heavily in the air.
God, this was a brilliant idea.
He knocks lightly on the door before nudging it open. Kate's sitting on the counter next to her neatly folded jeans and top. The navy blue lace of her balconet bra and matching underwear are a stark contrast to her glowing skin. She looks luminous, delicious, and … shy?
She reaches her arms out to him and he steps between her knees. He's so wide and strong, and Kate kicks herself a little bit for thinking that. She's hidden from this for so long. Hidden from her desire to be crushed into a mattress by someone twice her weight, hidden from her need to be stretched and filled and simply loved. That Castle can do all of that both physically and figuratively … she never thought she'd find everything she needs in one man.
"I don't know why I'm nervous." She smiles self-consciously, and it's the most adorable thing he's ever seen. "It's not even kinky. Thought I'd start small."
Castle sets to work doing what he does best: helping her let go of her death grip on darkness and reality. His dips his mouth down to hers and tastes her with a kiss so sweet and perfect it makes the floor tilt. The amniotic silence of the bathroom is broken only by the soft smacks of their lips meeting and parting. He thinks he might like her reverent almost more than he likes her loud.
She brings her hands to his waist and tugs his shirt from his pants, sliding her hands under the fabric to run them over his stomach. He threads his fingers through her hair until one hand is cupping the back of her head and the other is tracing a line over her shoulder, dragging her bra strap down with it.
All hell breaks loose. He's not sure who deepens the kiss, but in seconds they're writhing and panting, applying their mouths to every inch of skin they can find. Kate's never been so thankful for his short attention span. One second he's sucking hard at the pulse under her jaw, the next he's freeing her from her bra with his teeth, the next he's back up and plundering her mouth with dizzying skill. Not one to be outdone, she grabs his shirt at just the right angle and several buttons pop open at once. She licks from his sternum to his throat even as she tears his belt open and wrenches his zipper down.
They don't slow down until their lips meet again for another searing kiss. Finally, their eyes open. They're both a little surprised to find that his shirt's gone, her bra's gone, his pants are halfway down his thighs and his cock is in her hand.
"How did that happen?" She whispers, almost laughing.
He moves his hips forward in her hand until he can see the dark shadow of arousal chase all the humor from her eyes.
"Wait … Castle … If you don't stop - oh fuck - we're not going to get to the main event."
She kisses him once more before forcibly removing the thumb he's pressing intimately against her, rubbing her to distraction through the layer of lace. She smacks his ass soundly and pushes him away from the counter. Her other hand is suddenly cool and empty, and she misses the heavy weight of him in her palm.
Bravely, she pads over to the shower and turns on the water. She glances over her shoulder at him before shimmying out of her underwear. He looks ridiculous, cock standing at attention through the slit in his silk boxers and pants on the verge of sliding into a puddle at his feet. She's not entirely sure, but she thinks he might be holding his breath.
Sure enough, there's a little huff as Castle exhales, pulling it together in time to divest himself fully of his clothes. He follows Kate into the shower once the water's warm.
"You know, Beckett, I'm very fond of shower related fantasies."
"It's killing you not to just ask what I want, isn't it?"
"Guilty."
"Okay, Castle. Close your eyes and hold out your hand."
He obeys, but he uses his other hand to grab her ass.
She places something on his palm, but it's too light to really tell what it might be.
"Open," she husks.
He cracks one eye open, then the other. In his palm is a hot pink plastic razor. There's kind of a lot going on at the top, the three blades flanked by some sort of pearlescent jelly. It reminds him of … never mind.
"You … want me to shave you?"
She nods, looking up at him from under her lashes.
"If it's too weird, you don't have to, I just always wanted … no one's ever…"
He silences her with a kiss.
"Kate, I'd absolutely love to." He stares at her, trying to say with the deep blue of his eyes all the things he means by that statement. You're everything. I'll never be able to say no to you.
"Where should I start?"
"Legs," Kate murmurs.
Castle spins them around and sits on the built-in bench of the shower. Kate faces him, water sluicing down her body. He taps behind her knee and she raises her right leg, twisting a little bit so it's perpendicular to his.
"Do I need shaving cream?" he asks.
"No, that's what those things are for," Kate says, pointing to the gelatinous pink things.
Castle wraps one hand around her ankle, thumb stroking absently at the jut of bone. He wants to turn his head and just stare at her where she's openly and intimately exposed to him, but he forces himself to concentrate on the task at hand. He sets the blades against her skin and starts making smooth, slow glides upwards. There's hardly any hair there; she's been keeping herself very well-groomed now that she's having sex regularly, but he feels a tiny bit of vibration transfer to his wrist as the short hairs are severed. It rasps against every nerve in his body.
Kate rests one hand on his shoulder to steady herself. She can't take her eyes off of him as he carefully, reverently shaves her. The steam of the shower makes it hard to breathe, and she has to fight to keep her eyes open. It feels so fucking good, especially when he lets the razor trail over her knee and up her thigh, stopping much too far from where she really wants him.
"Have I told you lately how much I love your legs?" he asks.
"You may have mentioned it. I shudder to think what would have happened if I'd been short."
"Mmm. Lucky for me, they are so deliciously long. This might take a while."
He works patiently, drawing each stroke out as long as he can, but it's over too soon, both her legs gleaming glassily. She doesn't move, one leg still propped on the bench, feeling exposed beyond belief, but paralyzed with the thrill of it.
Castle presses a kiss to her stomach, then sinks his chin in just below her navel, looking up at her with hazy eyes. His fingers trip over her hip, then fall into the valley where her leg meets her torso.
"Kate? Can I shave you here?" Castle asks, running the pad of his finger over her bikini line. She gasps at how quickly her arousal pools between her legs, embarrassingly close to spilling out of her and onto him. When she doesn't answer immediately, he draws back to look at the skin he's stroking. He's gone down on her so many times, but he's never stared so intently at her core, like a man dying of thirst.
She nods fervently, feverishly, then grinds out a yes.
She'd come into tonight thinking maybe he'd only go for the legs, that maybe he'd be bored by it and end up inside her against the tiled wall. It shouldn't surprise her anymore that he's a better judge of her desires than she is.
Castle nudges her knee gently, opening her even more to his sight. He places his thumb on her thigh and pulls, drawing the skin tight so he can angle the razor into the crease of her leg.
When the plastic touches her, she shivers.
"Kate? Is that okay? Am I doing it right?"
"You're doing great, Castle. Don't stop."
He draws the razor over her again and again, until she's smooth everywhere that might be exposed in a swimsuit. But she wants more.
"Don't stop," she whispers.
He tilts her pelvis and starts in again, this time underneath her, a place that only he'll ever see or feel. The razor is wide, too wide for the small swathes of skin on either side of her entrance. It nudges her lips, breaking the fragile and temporary sticky seal of her.
Castle stops breathing. He never realized he'd be able to tell what moisture was from the shower and what was from her just by looking at it.
"Fuck, Kate. I have to taste you."
He draws one knuckle along the length of her, gathering her slickness on his skin.
Kate's eyes slam shut for a moment, but she knows what he's going to do next and she can't miss it.
Sure enough, Castle raises his finger to his mouth and licks off every trace of her. Her flavor is rich and somehow dry, like a bold red wine. Crazy writer's brain, he thinks. How can something so damn wet taste dry?
He wants more, he wants to bury his face in her and never come out, but he's not done yet.
"I'll continue with that in a minute," he promises huskily. "But first, is there anything else you want me to do?"
She knows what he's asking, even if he's avoiding saying it crudely. She's experimented with different … styles … before, but their relationship is so new that she didn't want to start out with anything too crazy. You never know what men might or might not like. So she'd kept it pretty vanilla, just keeping her bikini like in check and the rest of it trimmed neatly.
"Whatever you want. Anything. Whatever you want." Her head rolls as the words spill out of her. She's swollen with want and swears that she can feel her own pulse where he'd touched her.
"Can I…" He swallows. "All of it?"
She locks eyes with him, and is decimated by the pure want she sees in him.
"Yes." There's no hesitation. She'll do anything for him.
He sets to work right away, wishing he could stroke himself and relieve the unbelievable pressure that's building in him. He's achingly hard, straining upwards, pointing towards the place he so desperately wants to be.
It takes him a few minutes, and they're both impatient, Kate's fingers tightening on his shoulder until he's sure to find bruises in the morning.
And then finally, finally, he's finished, and she's completely exposed to him.
"You're gorgeous, Kate."
He keeps his eyes trained on her as he sets the razor in the niche carved in the wall for shampoos and soaps. He smiles when she circles her hips impatiently against the air.
And then his mouth is on her, his tongue dragging a hot, slow stripe to part her. He flexes his tongue against her clit, circles twice, then dips back down to invade her. Her legs start to shake.
His tongue is a brushfire, coating her in flames, the heat of his touch lingering long after he's left to explore other places. He slips a finger into her with more ease than ever before. She's so wet she can barely feel it. That is until he curls up against her, finding roughness and pressing, building her from within even as he's breaking her from without.
Her head spins from the combination of heat and lust. Her orgasm develops, blooming slowly and exquisitely, so gradually that she's in the middle of it almost before she realizes it's started. She loves these kinds of orgasms; they're the kind she searches for when she's alone. Other men's fingers and tongues have only been able to give her what she thinks of as flash-in-the-pan orgasms, hard, tight ones that get the job done, but with Castle the petals of her orgasm unfold, expanding outward from her clit until every nerve in her body is in bloom, vivid and floral and alive.
Her legs give out and she melts into him. He works her down, stroking softly until her fluttering muscles calm around his fingers.
For a while the only sound is her harsh breathing and the tinny plinks of water striking tile.
She raises her head and touches a finger to his lower lip.
"You outdid yourself back there, stud."
"Glad you enjoyed it."
"Did you? Enjoy it, I mean?"
"It was fucking amazing, Kate." She hides her smile in his neck. "If you're taking applications, I'd be happy to be your personal groomer."
"Mmm. Just might take you up on that. Speaking of, I haven't paid you for your services."
"I'm cheap."
"Yeah, cheap and easy," she teases.
"Hey, not nice," he pouts.
"Shut up and let me settle our bill, Castle."
"Yes - oh fuck - yes ma'am."
Hint for next week: It's Castle's turn, and he wants to do something he thought she'd never agree to - while they're on duty ;)