Thank you everyone for a warm welcome. I am glad to see that something inside me is making you happy :)
Now. This chapter will be shorter. When writing this kind of stuff, it really drains me, so there will be 3rd chapter, too. It's almost finished and it will be M. This one is still T/M'ish and I really hope I won't offend anybody with too mild rating.
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to the characters or this show.
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"What I do to you?"
Kate hauls herself up on her knees with a guttural sound, still straddling his leg. Hands on his shoulders, her back is bent into a slender arch, finished with a soft curve of her behind.
She lets out another growl. Slowly but firmly she starts to slide her chest over Castle's body. Her hands raise to touch his face and she continues moving herself over his stomach, rib cage, creating torturess friction for both of them along the way.
"What I do to you?" she whispers eyes burning, words bent in pants.
Kate ends her journey with a short but firm push of her hips against his lower body. Their faces are only few inches apart and she knows exactly what she is doing to him. A small grin forms on her face.
His eyes are wide, hands frozen in mid air, not knowing where to grasp or grab first.
He feels... tight.
Kate opens her mouth and steers her hands to his cheeks, digging fingers roughly into them and almost forming an "O" of his lips.
To take.
A bolt of lightning surges through his body and the next moment his hands are all over her back, pulling her into him, their lips crashing, searching each other's nectar to put out the rising fire. Tongues battle and teeth bite, not surrendering but surging forward, to reach yearned places and beyond.
Kate tilts her head on the side to grant him better access, allowing him deeper inside her mouth. Taste is frantic, sweet, nothing but familiar - just an affirmation of their belonging to one another as their hands rush over their bodies, never really reaching to final destination. Grasps of shoulders, around the neck, of the hair, squeezes of stomach and chest as first of the grinding movements of their hips are gathering their momentum.
Kisses turn into bites as Castle is finally moving away from her reddened face under her chin. Her neck is slender, warmth intensifying her distinctive scent and making him clutch his thighs again as he is having a feast on her neck.
His torso has been constantly moving to more and more closer to Kate and when she throws her head back and exhales sharply, she loses her balance, sending them both to flicker.
Castle's decision is quick and he uses the distraction to land them onto the couch, Kate's lithe body trapped underneath his.
Their breaths come in sharp pants as they gulp in sweet oxygen.
A steady gaze of his halts everything else around them.
He looks down on her from the distance that he puts between them by his outstretched hands either side of Kate's head.
Her chest is still heaving from heavy breathing. To their surprise, distance is good for them in this moment of intensity. It gives them time and perspective to truly understand the seriousness of their passion towards each other.
This is no timeout.
This is careful scanning of still unmapped plains and hollows of the other's body.
"Why are you still dressed?" he growls softly.
Kate grins and rips the hem of her shirt towards him and raises her hips from the couch.
"Wanna take it?" she teases.
Castle splays his hot palm over her belly under the fabric and the same time his knee pushes steadily between her thighs, so that the movement slightly pushes her upward, pressures the point where she needs it the most. Her back arches again and she throws her head onto it's side.
"I've pictured you... like this..." he grabs her by the skin that is under his hand and smashes his lips on her neck again. She starts to writhe and in search for more contact she throws a leg over his hip.
Closer.
She needs to be closer.
The grinding of her sex over his thigh starts again, making him feel as hot as she is desperate.
He detaches himself from her again and with one movement she is free of the blouse, leaving her bare before him.
He takes in her simple bra and the mounds under it. He palms one and plays with it's peak, while his tongue has darted out and it's tip is mimicking thumb's movements on her breast.
Oh yes, Kate knows what he is thinking.
She takes his other hand in both of hers and steadily guides it over her abdomen, letting it linger between the breasts. When Castle's thumb reaches to smooth rough-edged patch over her beating heart, overflowing images of that day wash over him. Restrained feelings are molded into gritting his teeth and cheek muscles are playing on burning face.
"Hey, look at me," she repeats his own words, "Look here. - I'm here. "Kate caresses her hand over his chin and then guides it over her chest to her neck. She puts her hand on his and tightens his grip by squeezing it. Faint pressure on her veins is diminishing throbbing of the blood pressure in her head, letting her form the words.
"Take me... to bed."
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So the next will be M.
Be warned.
Oh, and thank you to my beta Trinxy, who makes sure I have spaces between my thoughts. :*