Hello faithful readers, I am updating this one very quickly because I am leaving later today to go on vacay for a week so I want to leave you with something very fun while I'm away.


'Are you sure you don't want her to bring anything, Castle? She's a really good baker, she makes these things called Nanaimo bars, they are unbelievable.'

'Esposito, I'm sure. We've got more than enough food here.'

'What about a bottle of wine? Mere usually drinks red, but-'

'Stop stalling, pick your girlfriend up and get over here.' Esposito hung up his phone as he climbed the stairs to Meredeth's apartment. It was Saturday, the day of the poker game/meet-the-Meredeth party that he'd originally booked off when he thought Meredeth was getting back from L.A. on the Friday night. He knew there was no risk of Arturo pouncing on him at the door tonight, as Meredeth had arranged for him to stay an extra night with her grandmother while she got back into her New York groove.

He stopped outside Meredeth's door, grinned as he stood there and listened. Coming from inside her apartment was some very enthusiastic, if off-key, singing. Since she'd unlocked the door for him, he let himself in, stood in the kitchen and watched her.

She was lost in her own little world, grooving out to the music and not just any music, but 'The Hamster Dance', the tackiest song ever to grace the airwaves. She was barefoot, in black sweats and a grey Old Navy shirt with orange letters. The way her breasts swayed under the shirt told him she wasn't wearing a bra, making his mouth water. She looked so damn hot as she shook her hips and twisted with the music, swinging her hair as she rocked out, and the best part, in his mind, was that she didn't even know it. After a wild head spin, she stopped in her tracks, blushed red as a tomato when she saw him standing in her kitchen.

'Javi, hi! Didn't hear you come in.' She pointed a remote at the stereo and the music lowered several notches. 'I just finished cleaning up, got a little carried away.'

'I see that.' His lips trembled as he tried not to laugh. 'The Hamster Dance?'

'Don't judge me, it's a guilty pleasure. Give me like like half an hour-ish, we'll head over to Castle's okay?'

'In a minute.' He crossed over to her, pulled her tight against him so their bodies pressed up against each other. She smelled a little of household cleaner, but mostly, like Meredeth. That sexy sophisticated smell that completely contradicted the youthful bubbly personality, which itself contradicted the one he'd seen when they first met. She was such a puzzle, and she was all his.

He kissed her, fully and deeply, his tongue tracing an outline of her lips; ; the need to be with her had sprang up and grabbed him by the throat. He felt her unwind in his arms as she kissed him back with just as much heat. Before she could get a grip on things, he pinned her against her apartment door, trapped her wrists in his hands above her head as he toed off his shoes.

'Your room,' he managed with what little brain power he had left.

'Too far. The couch.'

'Too far,' he echod, running kisses up and down her throat, making her hum. 'Here, then.'

She didn't have time to protest; with lightening quick moves, he'd gripped the hem of her shirt and dragged it over her head so she was naked to the waist. Wow, was all he could think as he marveled at the lush full breasts; the curve of them mirrored the curve of her stomach, the bend of her waist into her hips. 'You're so beautiful, Mere,' he murmured as he pressed himself up against her, feeling her skin heat as he slid his hands up her ribcage, letting one rest there while the other snaked its way up further, the palm resting against the underside of her breast.

Meredeth let her head fall back. No one had ever treated her with passionate fascination like this. Before she had much time to become accustomed to his hand on her, the other one slid up to gently squeeze her other breast; her breathy gasp was cut off when his mouth fused hotly to hers. She managed a small frustrated groan when she felt his thumbs scrape over the heated points. With equal impatience, she tugged at his shirt, peeled it off of him before he sank back into the kiss, making little shivers run down her back.

Esposito's blood swam giddy laps in his head as he felt her soft creamy skin beneath his hands. He'd wanted this from their first kiss, he realized, just as much as he wanted to share a meal and conversation with her, smell her soap on his sheets after she slept in his bed. Bed, he thought absently as those long-fingered hands slid over his ass and pulled him tight against her, would be a much better place for their first time, if only he could think beyond the gloriously hot-blooded woman currently wrapped around him.

Somehow, he managed to get them to the slightly more comfortably, if certainly more spacious floor, without any obvious damage. She was underneath him now, one of those long legs hooked over his waist, hands massaging his shoulders. With opened mouth kisses, he trailed from her jaw down her neck to the sweet little valley between her breasts before sliding his tongue across one to nip and suckle. He heard the strangled noise in her throat, felt his own body react to the sound as she hooked the other leg around him to pull him closer. Knowing it would drive her crazy, he moved to the other breast, thrill sliding through his veins like warmed whiskey when she moaned out his name. Was there any better sound in the world?

Meredeth thought she would lose her mind, the way that magic mouth worked on her body, and they hadn't even gotten to the really good stuff yet. Impatience growing, she arched her hips up, tugged at her sweats and kicked them away so she was naked but for her pink and black tiger-striped cotton panties. He realized he was still wearing his own pants; he could feel them growing more and more constricting as his gaze roamed over her body. Absently, he traced a finger over her scar, let his other fingertips join as he moved further south until he hit the edge of her panties. He watched her bit her lip, suck in a breath in anticipation. Her eyes flew open in partt irritation, part surprise as he stopped.

'What are you doing?'

'These were, ah, a little too tight,' he explained as he stripped off his jeans, careful to keep them nearby. He stretched himself on top of her, making her groan a little as she adjusted to the weight of him on top of her. He kissed her neck, nipped at her earlobe with his teeth. 'Where were we,' he murmured, sliding his hand back down her body; there was no hesitation this time when he slid the tiger stripes down her legs, then slid his hand back up into the warm, slick welcome. Now the pace was languid, lazy even, not the frenetic lust that powered him this far in the first place. He watched as the little flickers of pleasure darted into her eyes, reveled in the way her short neat nails bit into his back as her breathing became more and more erratic; he slipped one finger, then two inside that sweet wetness that had her sobbing out his name as he teased and tortured her. The orgasm ripped through her body like a tornado, leaving her fighting for air and him dangerously close to the edge of taking what he wanted without a thought to safety.

'Javier,' she managed, pressing a kiss to his cheek, still holding him close to her body. 'Do you have-'

'Yeah, just give me a second.' With a concentrated effort, he reached for his jeans to fish his wallet out of the back pocket. He'd bought the condoms the same day she'd spent the night, after a quick look through his medicine cabinet told him his others had expired. For a moment he thought he'd forgotten to tuck one in his wallet; relief was overwhelming when his fingers closed over one of the two foils.

'May I?'

Her question was sweet, unexpected; without a word, Esposito passed her the condom. Quick as a flash, she rolled him so she was now on top of him. She tore open the small packet and with deliberately slow movements, rolled the protection on. Thankfully, he had enough mental capacity left to stay steady; another second longer and he'd have embarrassed himself like a virgin on prom night. He rolled so he was on top again, groaning as she took him in her hand and helped guide him in. So hot, so slippery; he did that, he realized as he began to move with her. This tough-as-nails woman could melt like butter because of him. He kissed her, pressing his face against her throat as she clutched the back of his neck, whispered dirty little nothings in his ear; little demands and boosts to his ego.

Meredeth could feel the orgasm building inside her as she matched his pace. She moaned loudly as her nails dug shallow furrows from shoulderblade to hip as the first wave of sensation swamped her senses, harder than any other in her life. It blinded her from anything but him; drunk with pleasure she reared up, some how reversed their positions so she was now on top, driving him towards the same finale, raking fingers over his chest to make him groan.

Esposito's head lolled back as he held onto Meredeth; whatever kind of wanton nymphomaniac he'd imagined she'd be, it was nothing compared to the sexy heavy-eyed Meredeth who rose over him now. Rather than trying to sit up, he pulled her down so she was sprawled on his chest, him still steeped inside her as the second orgasm shook through her. He held on to her tightly as she urged him on until finally, he slipped off that razor edge and let it flood his system.


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