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WARNING: Rating firm and solid "M" now. M.
Disclaimer: I own nothing Castle related. Just borrowing characters for this story.
My gratitude to my sweet betas, Trinxy and Shena1. I really am grateful for your time you spent editing this stuff :)) Rather long chapter but I didn't know where to cut it, so I left it like that.
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Still rating M
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."
They stumble across the room, stealing kisses and fidgeting, when venturing hands skim over the sensitive spots on yet uncharted territory.
Kate's fingers search for his buttons and by the time they reach for the bedroom, his chest is exposed to the dark air of the room. Exchanging smiles, Kate places soft kisses over his chest. His smell is everywhere, spurring her on.
"Don't. Ever. Stop," she hears him murmur.
"Wasn't going to," she hums and continues her trail of kisses down his belly to his belt buckle.
"Why don't we lose this?" she smiles above his jeans as woosh of cool air follows the metallic clink of the belt.
"No arguments here," he grunts.
Soon he is free of his clothes as he loses the shirt around his fists. Kate takes a step back to marvel his posture, his body. He lets her, but only for few moments because he is getting impatient again, his aroused state is a solid proof of his desire.
Kate makes an admiring sound and swallows hard.
"Okay. Your turn," he declares, bursting her little daydream, and surges towards Kate, pushing her unceremoniously on the bed.
She grins and sets her body into a half sitting position.
Castle crawls up her body, looking at her face as he opens the buttons of her simple purple shirt and tosses it aside. Next is her grey little shorts. He slowly lowers its zipper and the sound cutting through air feels... liberating.
His face is again serious, but gentle. He wants this, has wanted for so long and now looking into Kate's open gaze, where is no doubt left, he smiles.
Castle lowers his mouth to her waistline, folds back one corner of the shorts and places an open mouthed kiss to her tender skin, just there - on the spot above her the dark hairs. He repeats the same movement with the other side. The silky, porcelain skin under his hot lips twitches and a shudder is torn from Kate.
This is how it was supposed to be all along. This here. It was meant to be.
When Castle lifts his gaze from the vee of her legs again, she meets a heavy glare. A glare full of mischievous promises, because that's what feeds him. His love for her.
With one decisive move, he hooks his fingers under her shorts and pulls them down, leaving her naked. Castle tosses garment on the floor, next to the shirt and slides his hands back down over the front of her long legs towards her body.
He takes an extra moment to cherish the purple spot on her knee. He kisses it and continues the trail to her core, sweeping shivers and collecting them, pressing memories of her reactions into his brain.
Kate's hands are in his hair and guiding his face. Her center is tantalizing and when he touches it, it's swollen flesh makes him crave for more. Taste more. Castle pushes himself against her, worships her with his tongue and greets muffled moans with his. Kate puts her legs around his back, granting better access, which urges him on. It doesn't take long until her eyes are blindfolded with laces of lust, spots of red and white dancing behind her eyelids. Kate starts to pant and she vaguely senses the man's own torture by his writhing body, while his hands and fingers are helping her along.
She starts to shudder again and Castle slowly ascends over her, aware of her body, helps her to come through.
Suddenly she surges upwards and takes a greedy kiss from him, because everything there is hers, and now his, too. She likes that idea of sharing. She likes it so much that after a few more languid kisses, an idea forms in her head. Kate grins and starts to writhe on her back to slowly descend.
"Where are you going?"
"Stay how you are," she orders through smiling lips.
Castle is still on his elbows and knees and looks back down on top of her head, when she vanishes under his body, leaving wet trail of kisses behind.
"Beckett?" her last name comes out as a knee-jerk reaction to her demanding cop voice, "Where are... you-h.. goin'..?" his whiny voice fades into a whisper, when he starts to realize her intentions. He pushes fisted palms into each other and rests forehead onto them.
"You..uh don't have to... do... this..."
A pinch.
"Mhhhh!" his breath comes out more and more low, when he feels Kate only exhaling on him, open mouthed, hot breath rolling over, promising and sweet. Castle is fidgeting and inadvertently searching for connection until Kate has mercy and closes over him.
His head is buzzing.
He reaches down and feels her head moving, her hands wandering. One of them has a grip on his bottom, to steady him, the other one is creeping up his abdomen, again caressing his thighs, then up the chest again, squeezing skin and muscles under it. God - that tongue!...
Overwhelmed, he wants to be closer to her, share the pleasure that is fallen upon... well, under him. He searches for her free hand and then her fingers are in his mouth and he is sucking them intensely, rolling his lips over them, because she is doing things under him and he wants to give some of it - was that her throat that he just felt? - to give some of it back. So Castle mimics her own actions, sucking and licking her slender fingers, unmanly whimpers escaping his lips, but he doesn't care.
"Please... if you don't... - Stop now..." he is slurping a bit and some saliva is dripping on her palms, but he quite can't bring himself to care.
A wet pop sounds and... - did he really just ask her to stop? - but before he can start to regret, she is already back in her initial position.
She is smirking.
Now.
Now, here and to within, towards the core, into it. He doesn't care about much more right now.
Castle's voice is shaky and vibrating with excessive flow of oxygen between his lungs and heated air surrounding them.
"We need to... I need to..."
Kate just nods through the haze and waits until he is done with the protection. Maybe seconds have passed, maybe a minute, wouldn't matter. Time will always be there - but they are only beginning.
They are only at the beginning.
"You have to know..." his two fingers slide slowly up her thigh, caress towards his goal.
"If I could..." he situates himself in sitting position, aligns himself with her body, "...I would stretch this moment out..."
Anticipation is killing her nerves. Slowly he reaches to her mouth and the wait is over. Lips are everywhere, hands roaming, chasing the need and squeezing the aching spots.
"...but I can't!" he exhales words as one, when taking a breath.
Then Kate's hair is tangled in his hands, roaming over her flesh, tickling and adding to the pile of sensations, pressing her body on the bed along with his weight.
The sweet, agonizing weight.
Pressure is good and promising, even more, when a firm rounded tip is pushed over her navel. Kate's face is flushed, back arching into him and her instincts are taking over. To search and to discover, they spill sounds that could belong to either one or both of them.
"Look at me," he whispers, when they are ready to erase the distance between them once and for all. Her eyes widen and breathings halt, to give them a moment to adjust and welcome each other.
And then their limbs are rigid and with each thrust they mold further into each other. Movements sharp, cutting edges of frustration and polishing them with moisture between their tongues, their bodies, both around the other, shedding and sharing small tears of relief and regret.
When Castle palms her knees and brings them together onto his chest, his thrusts have a whole other - deeper - meaning and aim. More thorough. It makes them squeeze their eyes shut. He squeezes her bent knees and puts pressure on them, like the one on his chest. Because he feels his chest tight with happiness, when he watches her fists clench around the burgundy sheets, her chest swaying with heavy heaving.
Kate's feels coiled, feels blindsided and light, more out of control. Her muscles tighten, flutter and start to have life of their own. Castle fights his own body and works through his shudders, with pulls and pushes of lust and love. Pulls and pushes. Steadily away to meet.
Together. He wants to make it together.
Their hands have come together on their bodies, between and above and then Castle sinks his hand and searches more of her, to draw more from her and redraw the lines that mark the edge of their unison, collision and collaboration - their work together. She springs herself towards him and the same time she starts to drift away, blood pulsating in the same rhythm with her core.
But her pull is strong and soon after he follows. Like his body always has. It's just this time his soul is with hers and for the first time they drift together.
So he spills the stars into her, the very ones she makes him see, sharing his high with her. His teeth rip her flesh to soften the surge through him, and finally to bring the dim room to its calm being.
Together.
When he finally opens his eyes, he searches Kate's. They are still half closed and the woman is still basking in the remnants of her heaven. He kisses her softly and slides off of her. When he returns after a few moments, she is curled onto her side and searching for the covers. He slides next to her.
"Castle?"
"Mmh?"
"Did you see?" her voice is husky.
"What?"
"Did you see what you do to me?"
One beta asked me if I felt weird knowing she was reading through this. I was completely OK with it. But now - now 'I'm going to go over there' and hide. :D
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