Warning: The following doesn't fit with my normal views on tasteful and subtle because I felt the moment called for something else. If you're underage, you shouldn't be reading this anyway.

Chapter Twenty

Castle's brain was spinning with more than his pain pills as her words hit him square in the chest, knocking the breath out of him and sending his heart thudding wildly. She was asking him for a moment, another moment. She wasn't asking for him or asking to be with him, she wanted a distraction. Even drugged, it only took him a split second to decide. Even so, as he spun her and pushed her against the window, he couldn't fully vanquish his frustration.

When she moaned into his mouth as he slipped his tongue through her lips, he felt his anger ratchet up a notch even as his cock hardened to a nearly unbearable degree. He couldn't understand how she could feel this with him, experience passion that burned him to his soul, scorched him like nothing had before, and just walk away. Go back to him when it was over.

The idea that she would cheat on Josh was nagging at him, too, but not enough to keep his hands from sliding under her shirt. If she wasn't getting what she needed from the inconsiderate ass of a man, if he was just going to leave her, than she had every right to take her frustrations out whatever means necessary. Even as the thought flashed through his mind, he hated himself for having it.

With a sudden blinding clarity he realized that he was the other man. Even though Kate wasn't married, if he was Josh, and lucky enough to have her, he would lose it to find out she was doing this with someone else. He tried to rationalize that he'd never leave her the way Josh had, but the anger boiled through him swamping rational thought and replacing it with a primal need. It manifested in his teeth nipping her lip with more force than necessary before he slid his tongue past the abused flesh and into her mouth, enough force behind the motion to feel her teeth pressing hard against his own lips.

A sound rumbled in her throat at the action, a sort of growl that seemed to signify her acceptance of the rough treatment. With her head pushed back against the glass, she had to turn away to break the kiss and he was tempted to reach up and move her back to him or follow until he registered that she was tugging his shirt up.

Once the garment was discarded, she was pulling him back in. He felt the insistence in this kiss, the push back at him as her arms wrapped around and her nails bit into the flesh on his back holding him against her.

He shifted, hips still tightly pressed to hers, but hunching his shoulders enough to keep his lips on hers while making room for his hands between them. His fingers worked to release the buttons on her blouse, pulling one completely off her shirt in the process, the soft sound of it hitting the floor completely blocked out by heavy breathing and harsh throaty noises. He was glad as the fabric of her shirt parted, that she had been wearing something with buttons, because he couldn't get enough of the almost feral kiss they were engaged in.

He pulled her against him with a firm hand beneath her shirt against the bare skin on her back, separating her from the window long enough to slip the blouse off her shoulders. It barely had time to fall from her arms before he flicked the clasp on her bra loose and pressed her back up against the glass as he yanked the garment off and dropped it at their feet.

He was momentarily distracted as his hands roamed the newly bared flesh and he felt her tear her mouth away from his. He had a fleeting thought that she was pulling away, until her lips landed against his neck. Kate kissed and bit her way down to his shoulder before sucking at his flesh, sending him to a confused place where he wasn't sure if he was experiencing pleasure or pain, but it only made him groan as he felt his cock twitch at the sensation.

His hands reached for the clasp on her pants the same moment she went for the drawstring on his pajama bottoms. As the last of their clothes fell to pool at their feet, he buried his hand firmly in her hair, pulling her lips from his skin and tilting her head to have greater access as he found the spot that had made her moan a few nights before. This time he let his teeth pull against her flesh with more force before he settled in that spot where he neck met her shoulders and drew the flesh there into his mouth.

He was marking her. He knew she'd be pissed later, but couldn't find the will to care at the moment. She might not be his, but tonight she was and he was going to brand her, leave her with something that made her have to face this moment with him in the harsh light of day.

Her moan as he pressed against her, flesh on flesh, broke his hold on her neck as he was drawn back to her lips, wanting to feel her sounds against his mouth, take them into him. He was the one to break away, however, as he couldn't stop his strangled gasp as his hand found a way between them to touch her. "Oh, God, you're so fucking wet." He rasped out as he sank two fingers into her heat without resistence.

"You talk too much." She responded through gusting breaths as she yanked his hair to pull his lips back to hers. He withdrew the digits from her body, hearing as well as feeling the whimper of protest against his tongue.

One hand under her thigh and the other cupping her ass firmly, he parted her legs as he lifted her against him. The discarded pants were still around both her feet, trapping them together so she couldn't wrap her legs around him. It forced her to bend her knees and grip against his hips with just that part of her as one of her feet fought wildly to free itself.

He braced her between him and the window as he angled her hips until he felt the slick slide of her moist flesh against the tip of him. He surged into her, momentarily concerned for the strength of his window as he buried himself in one sure stroke that had her gasping into his mouth. He couldn't stop the hoarse growl that rumbled from him as he reveled in the feeling of her for a moment.

The experience of being in her, joined by hot flesh, hard and soft meeting and becoming one, was just as devastating as he had remembered from their first night together. It was a different kind of consuming than that night, a more intense almost primitive kind that left his head spinning, all the same.

He broke from the kiss again to bury his face in the crook of her neck, tongue caressing the spot he had marked moments before as he rested his head against the cool glass in an effort to compose himself so things weren't finished before they started. One of his hands found its way down to help her push the fabric off one of her feet as she finally kicked it loose from the other.

When she wrapped her legs around him, he finally sank fully into her and stilled for a moment feeling his chest start to burn from the exertion. He brought his face back up level to hers and thought about suggesting they move things to another location, but when she leaned in and her teeth closed over his lower lip, his hips started to move as if out of his control.

The suddenly agonizingly slow pace sent his mind spinning back to Friday and the way she had come undone in his arms. That brought him just enough out of the moment to remember how pissed he was with her inability to see what was right there in front of her, remember that she was using him. He was her fuck toy and he felt his hip pick up speed as he gave her what she asked for. This wasn't about love and caring or gentle sweet embraces, this was about fucking and forgetting. He had been a fool to think otherwise even for a moment.

Her gasping moans against his mouth, as he plunged into her with strong steady strokes, confirmed that she wanted this to be fast and dirty. His pace stayed steady, but he put more weight behind his thrusts and she tilted her hips to meet him, using the window behind her as leverage to push her hips into his.

Her nails dug painfully into his shoulders as if she were afraid he might drop her and her pants became louder sounds of pleasure, moans and gasps filled the air. The sound of their bodies moving together was drowned out by the blood rushing through his body and her cries as he pushed her towards her peak.

He felt her hips falter and tore his mouth from hers to watch as she crested. Her eyes were squeezed shut as if she were blocking him out. The thought that she was imagining herself with someone else struck him and he growled menacingly, "Open your eyes."

Surprised eyes met his fierce demand for them to open. He heard his name in that sexy pleading tone as he worked into her and then watched as her eyes widened slightly before they dipped to almost close. She appeared to fight to keep eye contacts when her body tensed and began to tremble against him. Hot pulses against his cock sent him over the edge with her and he buried himself savagely with a low howl and ground against her as intense pleasure coursed through his body.

He had the vague thought that he was going to turn himself inside out from the force of his release into her yielding flesh before the waves finally subsided enough for coherent thought to return. Carefully he withdrew from her and stooped a bit to help her slide her feet to the ground.

The small act of bending reminded him that sex against his window was a bad idea as he gasped at the new level of pain shooting through his chest.

Beckett's heavily lidded eyes took in his expression and he watched a flash of concern cross her face as her gaze swept his body. He knew the bruising along his ribs wasn't pretty and the pain he was experiencing was just another reminder of how incredibly wrong this all was. She hadn't even noticed or remembered that he was injured. Her selfish act of taking was so unlike her that he wondered how screwed up she really was by everything with Josh that she would go against her sense of decency and strong moral compass just to lash out in anger for the man who was supposed to be there for her.

Thoughts of the other man had him taking a small step back as they both continued to draw long, unsteady breaths. Kicking himself before he even opened his mouth, but knowing he couldn't stop himself, Castle finally broke the silence, "How long is he in Pakistan?"

"Supposed to be three weeks." She responded after a long tense silence. She was avoiding his eyes as if her shame was rearing its ugly head again.

Not wanting to witness another Beckett Breakdown as realization hit, he latched onto the preferable option of her being pissed off, "Well, I'm free whenever you need a good time to help you forget about all that."

He watched her eyes narrow into a glare. "You're in no condition for that."

Castle shrugged and was annoyed by the stab of pain that movement caused. "You didn't seem to mind my 'condition' a minute ago." He smirked.

He watched her bend, grab the pants and boxers that were still pooled at his feet and pull them up, securing the pants with a simple knot in the drawstring before she finally looked back into his eyes for a brief moment with a glare and something softer in her expression. "I forgot, but I'm not the one about to fall down from it."

"That's what you wanted isn't it?" he asked rhetorically, "To forget?" With a smirk he continued, "If your wails were anything to go by, I successfully met your request for distraction." He said, trying for an offhand tone.

"You should have reminded me you're hurt." She responded as she began to gather and don the items of clothing that were scattering the floor where they had been dropped.

Castle shrugged, though he felt like screaming in frustration that the pain in his heart was worse than anything physical. He ignored the pain of his movement this time as he planted his feet and faced her with an obstinate grin, "Like I could deny a beautiful woman standing here looking downright fuck-able. Hell, you practically begged me to take you right here and I complied. It was good for a minute, now you're back to being cold and distant. Good ol' Beckett." He snapped sarcastically, not sure where that had come from considering she was the most generous and caring person he knew besides his daughter.

To his horror and delight, his distraction technique worked to keep her from spiraling down into tears as he watched anger sweep her entire body. Kate's face turn slightly pink from something more than embarrassment and he only had a moment to appreciate his amazing talents of distraction before he felt the slap that was so cliché he almost laughed, except that Beckett wasn't any other women, she put her own Beckett flare and strength behind the impact before she scooped up her shoes and headed for the door.

He wanted to call out to her, to stop her, but the ringing in his ears and the suddenly weightless feeling, stopped him from being capable of speech as he swayed on unsteady feet and his headache returned with a vengeance.

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A/N: The site has been seriously slacking in sending out alerts. If you happen across this and didn't get your alert, you can find a link to my Twitter on my profile page. I always tweet when I get a new chapter out there.

I know this isn't where a lot of people wanted to see us go, but I write what my brain tells me and I refuse to force it to do something just because it's where I think the story should go. It will get mad and retaliate by giving me nothing, some kind of stubborn 'you think you can do it alone' taunting.

Who wants to hoot and hooray with me for a minute? I just broke 400,000 words. When I started writing in September of last year I thought those NaNoWriMo people were crazy to think they could write 50,000 words in a month, but I did it plus some six months in a row. I'm shocked and more than a little proud.

Review that made my day: Not a review really, but carolina17 and Beetlebug for keeping me distracted with light conversation on Twitter while I typed this. It made getting through all the things I have a hard time writing just a little easier and kept me grinning despite the grey storm cloud feeling this whole chapter gave me.

Thanks to everyone for reading.