Okay.
I personally think this is more...me.
Less words, more action.
Lots of action.
This, hopefully, carries the meaning that last chapter lacked.
Or, at least, I hope so.
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Yearn
She longed for his touch all day. The case she had been working for the last two weeks was about to be the death of her. The few times she left her desk was to crash at her apartment, alone, in her bed, with no pit stops in between.
She had seen Castle at work, and that was the end of it.
She wasn't above admitting that she missed him.
She missed his home, his bed, his sheets, his body, his fingers, his mouth, his-
She missed him a lot.
She knew he missed her, too, she could see it in the looks he gave her. The long, lingering ones full of yearning.
The bed was so cold without her- so big and so empty. This case- it damn near killed him to see her so stressed out. She was attached to that desk like she was physically chained to it, and he knew better then to ask her over on the few occasions that she did leave it.
Of course, that didn't stop him from staying as late as she would let him, making himself comfortable in his chair, content to stay all night like he knew she would.
He needed her touch, needed some sort of physical reminder that she was still there- that at the end of the case, she would collapse into the bed that was quickly becoming theirs and let him hold her.
When the case had ended, the killer caught, and the commissioner happy, that is exactly what she did.
He ran his fingers down the long curve of her side, lingering as he dragged his soft fingertips along. He took his time, absorbing the feel of her underneath his touch, relishing the small shiver he felt when he touched her right there. He did it again experimentally, rewarded by another tremor and a sharp intake of air.
This is something that Kate Beckett never would have imagined.
Fast, frenzied, hungry, wild, passionate.
Rough, even.
But slow?
Not in a million years did she think Richard Castle loved slowly.
She lay out on his bed, not caring that she was taking up most of the mattress. He hovered above her, his weight resting on the hand planted by her head while his free hand continued its light caress. His mouth found purchase on hers, again, lightly, his lips barely brushing-taunting, teasing, his nose grazing against hers, softly. When she couldn't take it anymore she lifted her head from the flat mattress it rested on, capturing his mouth with hers and a passion she had been retaining.
"God I missed you," she mumbled into the kiss, and he responded immediately to the admission.
She wanted more.
Her hands snaked up his chest and around his neck, trying to pull him down to her with more force. He obliged, and she could feel the amused smile in the kisses he trailed lazily down her neck, as she craned to give him better access. Her fingers threaded through his hair as he moved lower, gasping aloud when he found that place- the one right above her clavicle.
His hand was now feathering across her leg, actually flattening his palm against her smooth skin to feel the muscle there as she lifted it, wrapping it around his hip, drawing him closer. She radiated heat, and he couldn't tell if it was the scorching temperature even the night couldn't dampen or their current predicament, although he fancied to think the latter.
His hand left her leg after a moment, traveling back up her body and resting under her breast, brushing the bottom of it with his thumb. She moaned at the unexpected touch, arching her body towards his, reflexively. His tongue traced lines dangerously downward, her body again gravitating towards his when he threatened to pull away.
"Don't," she whispered, surprising them both, when he made to go even lower. She caught his eyes with hers, and immediately he understood the dark look she bore. Without a word of explanation, she showed him. They communicated in motions- in looks, in hand signals, sometimes with a French-to-English dictionary- and this time was no different than the others.
She wrapped her other leg around him, locking her ankles together behind his back. He got the message instantly, and humor reflected in the gaze she still held. She reached up, cupping his cheek in her hand and bringing his lips down to hers, in the same motion tightening her leg's grip and pulling him into her.
"Oh!" she broke the kiss only to gasp. He grumbled out something that resembled her name and after a moment and another kiss, he began to move. Like everything else he did that night it was slow- languidly so. At first it was nice, the easy motions, the slow build, but then, once again, she needed more.
She dug the heel of her foot into his back a little, encouraging him, and he picked up the pace.
"Kate," mumbled against her damp skin, as he rest his face in the nook of her neck.
"Yeah," she responded, her fingers tracing patterns on his back as he moved, quickening with her heartbeat as she got closer and closer. Neither asked a question, so their words were left hanging in the air with only their sounds to accompany them as they both reached that edge. One more push and they were tumbling over it together, falling in a flurry of limbs and kisses and cries.
He untangled himself from her, still looping an arm around her waist to pull her to his chest. She let him, enjoying the feeling of him around her, like a warm cocoon. She felt the warmth of his lips on the back of her neck, and she moved her neck in kind. Then suddenly she turned around in his arms so she was facing him.
She planted a lazy kiss on his chin, not able to muster up the energy for anything else. The kiss trailed down to the underside of his jaw. He hadn't shaved that morning and the scruff of his chin tickled- it took everything she had not to laugh at the sensation. She closed her eyes, wrapped up in his arms and content to fall asleep there.
"I missed you, too," he admitted, burying his face into her neck. "So, so much."
"Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?" she asked. For some reason the filter from brain to mouth wasn't working. She would blame it on the last orgasm.
"Almost as amazing as you make me feel."
"Was that a line?" sleep was taking over and her words were slurring a little.
"Yes." She felt the comforter being brought up around her bare chest and shoulders, followed by the return of his warm body. Her fingers found his, pulling his arm around her body, holding him against her. She couldn't help the happy smile that crept onto her face just before she finally gave in to sleeps gravitational pull.
I hope the humor at the end wasn't reaching.
Or thin.
Or anything like that, really.
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