Thank you for all the responses to the first chapter. To make clear, given the apparent confusion in one review, this story takes place right after the third episode of season one, not the later seasons, so the boys have only just got the Espresso Machine, and in addition to that the reactions of Castle to Beckett are more for the humorous effect as opposed to strictly real life, though I do think that given how Castle is portrayed on the show at times these reactions are not all that far fetched. Gregg.
Disclaimer: I don't own, or profit from, these characters or franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Castle was going nuts. For the last couple of hours he had been trying in vain to get the image of Beckett in nothing but blood red lingerie out of his mind. But no luck. The worst part was that every time he seemingly had it under control a stray thought would come to the fore and Mr. Happy would start coming alive again. He caught the knowing smirk of Beckett as she would occasionally look over at him in his chair as he squirmed.
For her part Beckett was loving it. So far she had done nothing that could get her in any sort of trouble, aside form the initial comments she had made that set a fire under Castle's seat. Now she was enjoying seeing the man squirm trying to not make a bid deal of the hard on he was constantly getting every time it would subside for a few minutes. The paperwork being done she decided now would be a great time to tease him some more. Standing, she looked down at him, a brow raised to inquire why he wasn't standing, too.
"Well? Are you coming with me while I work out?" she asked.
"Seriously?" Castle asked. His mind was awhirl with images right then. "I thought you were joking."
Looking around to make sure no one was paying attention to them Kate leaned forward and put a more sultry tone to her voice. "I never joke around about letting a guy see me get all sweaty and worked up, Castle," she told him in his ear, blowing a hot breath on his lobe for good measure.
Castle stood up, jacket in front of him like earlier, and followed her upstairs to the locker rooms.
Kate turned and chuckled at the look on his face. "Sorry, Castle, but I won't be inviting you into the women's locker room," she told him.
"You are such a tease, Beckett," he grumbled.
Kate grinned. "Because it's so much fun to tease you," she informed him. She leaned in. "If you behave yourself, I might think about paying you another visit tonight."
"This is torture," Castle complained.
"Not to me," Kate said as she laughed and walked into the locker room.
Kate spent about ten minutes getting changed into her workout attire. She chose a very tight form fitting stretch running piece, knowing that he would be drooling right from the start once he saw her in it. The slight camel toe would be a bit bothersome, but if no one else was using the gym, which she knew was the case, it would be one more added tease to get Castle worked up with. Putting on a headband, she made her way out of the locker room. Castle was no where to be seen, so she figured, correctly, that he was already in the gym.
For his part Castle decided to give a bit of a show himself. He knew he had a good physique, and now was the time to bank on it. He got in the gym and laid his jacket on a saddle horse, then removed his dress shirt leaving him in a tank t-shirt. His shoes were casual, so they would stand up to a workout, or showing off, while his slacks were also a bit casual and easily maneuverable in. He put his watch in the inside pocket of his jacket. Just as he did so he heard Kate come into the gym and he turned to see her, then gasped at the absolutely sinful image of his muse coming into the room.
Kate's step almost faltered when she saw Castle without his outer shirt on. She almost drooled herself. Damn! The man had some muscles and form going on! Not freakishly so, but it was obvious that he worked out on a regular basis. She'd had a good feel of him the night before, but to actually see what she had had her hands and body on was a real treat.
"Nice look, Castle," she said as she came over and put her towel beside his jacket. She gave him an obvious up and down look. "Very nice."
"Why thank you, Beckett," Castle said with a mock bow. "And may I say you are looking especially HOT in that outfit?" He let his own eyes wander and then they widened when he noticed one very nice item. "Nice camel toe, by the way," he teased her.
If anyone else had said that she would have beat them to death, but given the night before, and who she was talking to, this was the perfect opening, so to speak. She leaned in and whispered huskily in his ear.
"All the better to work out with, Castle," she told him. "It gives the most incredible friction against my clit. The orgasms are fabulous."
Castle could feel the heart palpitations. This was definitely a woman who could match him shot for shot. "You have orgasms while working out?" he asked, keeping his voice at a normal tone.
"Every time," she told him and then walked over to the exercise bar and began stretching.
Castle really began to take notice when she clasped her legs together and then bent over at the waist fully, her head nearly at her ankles, her ass pointed in his direction, the running outfit leaving nothing to the imagination. He harshly thought about any disgusting thing he could imagine in order to keep Mr. Happy from thinking about the sight before him. The movements of Beckett revealed her body in all it's curvy glory. He was mentally undressing her, of course, but also filing away some very detailed descriptions for his Nikki Heat novel.
While all this was happening Castle began his own stretching routine. Nothing fancy or revealing like Beckett, but still allowing him to limber up.
"There aren't any video camera's in here, are there?" he asked as he shook his shoulder muscles loose.
Beckett chuckled. "No, but don't worry, Castle," she replied. "I have no intention of having my wicked way with you here at the Precinct."
"Well that's one fantasy that bites the dust," he said with a dramatic sigh.
"At least during the normal working hours," she added with a sly grin and then grabbed the padded gloves she wore for the heavy bag. "Come over here and hold the bag, Castle."
Castle moved to the heavy bag and stood on the opposite side of it. He looked around the side of the thing and saw her full frontal in that totally form fitting outfit. His mind was creating all sorts of scenarios for them with her in the gym now, including a full contact wrestling match. Not that would be fun! He thought of getting her in a clinch and taking her down in a submission hold. Then he shook his head at that one because she could no doubt extricate herself from any such hold and then really kick his ass. No. That wouldn't do. But then he thought of a long course of stretching and bending exercises that they could do facing one another. Ahhhh... Now that was something worth investigating.
"Ready?" she asked, a smile on her face as she threw out a sharp jab against the bag, loving the way he grunted at the sudden movement of the thing against him.
Kate began to let loose and give a hitting performance that would make any professional envious. She through combinations of hooks and jabs, landing each hit squarely. The rhythmic pattern of the strikes let her mind wander and she thought about all she wanted to do with Castle. She didn't dare tell him all she had done once she left his place the night before, but she had a feeling that it was pretty much along the lines of what he himself did, though she had used some rather interesting toys to enhance her pleasure. One thing that she pictured was a playful wrestling match on his bed, no holds barred, until one submitted to the other. She could well imagine hearing him squeal his safe word every few seconds. For now, though, she would impress him with her prowess as a fighter.
Castle, meanwhile, was trying to hold onto the damn bag, mentally cataloging the bruises he was receiving, and getting excited at the images being formed. Beckett doing this nude. Beckett with sweat trickling down between her pert breasts. Beckett, again nude, giving the heavy bag a few roundhouse kicks, allowing him a very nice view of the apex of her thighs. None of this was helping. As it was he saw very clearly a nice little camel toe and it was all he could do to not cry out a surrender, beg for mercy, and drop down on his knees, pulling her down, too, for some much needed Castle style attention.
Kate was impressed as Castle held the heavy bag very well. His physique was obviously more than just for show. He was sturdy as well as solidly built. That caused a few x-rated images to pass through her mind. Him pounding into her from behind. Her on top sliding back and forth along his length and then impaling herself. Him holding her up as they have sex against a wall. She could feel her nipples hardening and her pussy getting wet from the thoughts she was having. Finally she had had enough. She had plenty of time available to take an afternoon off and she need him. She stopped, breathing heavy as she looked him up and down.
"Want a real workout, Castle?" she asked, a sultry tone to her voice.
"Real workout?" Castle squeaked. He frowned at the suddenly high pitch his voice had taken.
She leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "A REAL workout as in my bed," she told him. "Nikki Heat and Kate Beckett want to play, Big Boy."
"I live for workouts!" Castle said confidently.
"Oh, I'm sure you've never had one like this, Castle," Kate said huskily as she moved away and left the gym to head for the locker room, smiling in anticipation of what was to come.
Castle almost had heart failure and rushed to get back into his shirt and jacket, then sped to the door of the women's locker room to wait for Becket. This day just kept getting better and better.
A/N: Short and teasing, but sets up the next chapter. Then we get to see the wild side of Kate Beckett and how well Castle handles the You have no idea statement of Beckett from the pilot. I hope you enjoyed this one. Gregg.