Castle: Beckett's Security Blanket
Chapter 6: You Put Your Arms Around Me And I'm Home
A/N: If there are any children in the room, it's time they left. Or at least covered their eyes. Strong T rating ahead; you've been warned. The rest of you, enjoy!
"You really are great with her you know" Beckett began sincerely as Castle emerged from the bathroom; teeth freshly brushed and changed into a pair of grey pyjama bottoms and black t-shirt. She was sitting on the corner of his bed, waiting to get in to use the bathroom next and he offered a small smile at her words.
"She's an easy kid to love" he replied simply; his eyes now holding the smile.
"Think she'll be alright?"
"I think so" Castle nodded slightly. "I don't mean to brag but, I'm a pretty good hugger" he smirked and she couldn't help but let a small laugh escape her.
"What don't laugh" he said with a mock pout. "Don't believe me? Come here, I'll show you" he challenged, and before she had a chance to say anything he had pulled her from her seated position on the bed and into his arms.
He held her there; arms circled around her waist and chin resting atop her head as her arms came up around his back and her hands clutched his shoulder blades. They remained in their tight embrace for some time; neither saying anything as Castle inadvertently began swaying them ever so slightly from side to side. She didn't know how or when it happened, but at some point she had closed her eyes and just laid there with her cheek pressed against his chest as she listened to the steady beat of his heart and inhaled his scent; relaxing completely in his arms. He let out a content hum of his lips and it forced her eyes to snap open. How long exactly had they been holding each other? She had no idea but it certainly felt like an eternity. Time seemed to stand still in that moment for them and she suddenly felt very awkward.
"Um, Castle?" she mumbled into his chest; his arms still around her and hers around him.
"Hmmm?" he seemed to be off on some distant planet somewhere as he continued swaying them back and forth.
"Castle" she tried again, this time a little firmer in her tone and his body seemed to jolt back to life as he gently pushed back from her and released his hold.
"Sorry" he cleared his throat and shook his head slightly. "Wow, I'm just really tired, are you tired? You must be tired" he rambled nervously as he stepped away from her.
"Do you mind if I go brush my teeth now?" she asked hesitantly.
"Oh of course not, please" he ushered her into the bathroom and pulled the door shut once she got inside.
'What are you doing' he scolded himself inwardly as he let his body fall effortlessly into the large bed. He lay there for a moment, listening to the water in the bathroom run as Kate brushed her teeth or washed her face, or whatever it was she did for her nightly routine. He lay there contemplatively staring up at the ceiling thinking about all he had gone through today as his eyes threatened to close on him. He was beyond exhausted. However, just as his eyes closed and he felt himself trying to drift off to sleep he heard the bathroom door begin to creep open and Becket's voice flooding into the dimly lit room.
"I hope it's okay I borrowed your shirt you left on the back of the door. I'm all out of clean pyjamas" she mentioned softly and his eyes instantly shot open. Sleep be damned, he had to see this. He raised himself up slightly against the headboard so he could look at her.
Castle could swear his heart had stopped right then and there. He stared in awe at her as the lump in his throat got bigger and harder to swallow. She stood leaning on the doorframe to his bathroom wearing his sky blue dress shirt that he had worn that day and she looked, in a word, stunning. She had the first few buttons undone giving him just the slightest peak at her cleavage, still leaving something, although not much, to his imagination. It stopped right around her mid-thigh area and her slender legs underneath it seemed to go on forever. His breath hitched in his throat once more as she flicked off the bathroom light; bathing the room in a subtle darkness. He could hear her bare feet padding softly across the carpet of his bedroom and his heart sank in his chest as he felt the end of the bed dip slightly under her weight.
'Breathe Castle' he had to remind himself.
The pale moonlight did little to help him see her; other than cast a beautiful silhouette outline as she slowly crawled her way up from the bottom of the bed over top of him. Castle couldn't quite wrap his mind around it. Was this really happening? Beckett was slinking towards him like a jungle cat stalking its prey and he laid there motionless, just watching her with his back against the headboard; his body rendered paralyzed under her spell of lust. Apparently he was a better hugger than he thought because it ignited something in Kate Beckett that he had never seen before. And he certainly wasn't about to look away now.
"Beckett?" It was barely a croak that came from his suddenly very dry mouth.
"Castle" she practically purred his name and it caused a shiver to run down his spine.
"What are you… Um… What's happening right now?" He asked lamely as she settled herself down in his lap, effectively straddling his waist. Her hands came up to rub over his t-shirt clad chest as she leaned down to whisper to him; her breath hot against his ear as she spoke.
"Whatever you want Castle"
"Beckett… If this is a joke, it's not funny" he managed to get out; his breathing laboured.
"I'm not laughing" she simply replied before her teeth latched onto his ear and he let out a loud hiss upon the sudden contact followed by a low groan when her tongue soothed over the sensitive lobe.
His hands instinctively came up to rest on her thighs and slowly inched upwards, pushing his shirt she was wearing along with him until his hands rested on her hips. His fingers flirted dangerously with the waistband of her panties and he so badly wanted to rid her of them; taking his time of course to savour every inch of her legs as he slid them down. But no, he couldn't. Not yet anyway. There was still an outside chance this wasn't going that far tonight and that she could put the brakes on at any given moment. That thought pained him just to think about. He couldn't imagine stopping, not now as she continued her sensual assault on his ear lobe.
Her incredibly gifted tongue left his ear and she began trailing soft wet kisses across the line of his jaw before lowering her head further still and attacking his neck in a frenzy of hot kisses and light nips with her teeth.
"Kate" Castle breathed out her name. His heart was thumping so hard in his chest he thought his ear drums were going to burst. He closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing, he definitely didn't want to die of a heart attack before he at least got to third base.
'Focus Castle' he inwardly commanded himself.
He'd imagined about a thousand different scenarios of how this moment would eventually play out for them but even in all his fantasies he had never fathomed that it would feel so good. His body was trembling with sensations he had never felt before and his heart was on the brink of exploding. Just as he thought he couldn't possibly come further undone than he already had she slowly began rocking her hips against him and it nearly sent him over the edge.
"Kate…" he was panting now as she continued to suck, kiss, and nip at every piece of flesh her mouth could land on, her hands now slinking up underneath his t-shirt and spreading across his hard chest.
He didn't know what had suddenly brought this on in her but at the moment he couldn't care less. Kate Beckett, the love of his life, was in his bed. In his arms, and not in a friendly-cuddly pj's-comforting kind of way. This was pure unadulterated lust. She wanted him, and wasn't too shy about letting him know it either as new noises had begun coming out of her which could only be described as carnal. She continued her torturously slow movements on top of him, grinding against his now painful need for her.
"Kate I want… No, I need to taste you, to feel you. Please" he begged her.
"Castle" his name rolled off her tongue in between hot kisses to his collar bone.
"Kate" he whispered back.
"Castle" she repeated, this time a little louder and firmer than before.
"Oh God, Kate"
"Castle!" This time her voice was sharp and his eyes shot open in an instant only the room wasn't dark anymore, it was bright. So very, very bright.
What the hell.
"Castle!" Her voice calling his name again caused him to whip his head to the side where he saw Beckett standing beside the bed, dressed in her usual work attire and her cell phone in her hand.
"The alarm went off, it's time to get up" she told him and he could instantly feel his face drain of all its color.
He had been dreaming.
Oh God he hoped he hadn't been talking in his sleep. Given the fact however that she didn't have a gun pointed at him right now he was pretty certain she was unaware of what had just taken place in his incredibly overactive imagination.
"I already showered, thought I'd give you a little more time to sleep. Aren't you going to go shower?" she asked him as he continued to lie there still in shock. He simply looked up at her and swallowed hard.
"Yeah I just… need a minute" he told her hesitantly; praying his morning alertness would subside sooner rather than later. Preferably when Beckett wasn't standing right in front of him like she was right now.
"Okay, just, don't be all day" she told him firmly before turning around and heading out of the bedroom.
"Oh God, she's going to be the death of me" Rick sighed heavily as he let his head fall back into the nest of pillows beneath him and ran a hand over his face. A look of confusion crossed over his features as his senses became aware of the faint smell of… what was that scent? He grabbed a fistful of his t-shirt and brought it under his nose. Cherries. He smelled of cherries. No, she smelled of cherries and he smelled of her, his brain deduced. She had gotten into bed with him again last night, she must have. When it happened, he had no idea. Obviously he had fallen asleep before she even came out of the bathroom but at some point she had joined him in his bed and his very vivid imagination had taken it from there.
"This is all your fault you know" he muttered, lifting up the blanket slightly and glaring down at his tented boxers.
This morning's shower was going to be a cold one.
A/N: Okay so this chapter was totally pointless other than give you guys some Caskett action and to show that Castle is no boy scout and is certainly beginning to feel the effects of having Kate in his bed everynight. I also just wanted to take a little mini vacation from the case and the angst and all cause I'm a nice person like that I guess ;P However, since this doesn't really count as much of an update I'm going to give you another chapter very soon. So hopefully you didn't mind this little detour, I'm sure you didn't ;) R&R please? xoxo.