Sorry this took so long to get out. School started and suddenly I found myself with much less time on my hands. Anyway, this one's about a thousand words longer than any of the other chapters. Bit of a reward for all of that waiting. More smut, of course, just in case you were worried. I'll try to get the next one out sooner.
As always, I own nothing.
He had the key.
Shit. Shit shit shit shit SHIT! This was not supposed to happen. Well, actually none of this was supposed to happen but when the hell had she started to fall in love with Richard fucking Castle. It was inconceivable. The man was a pest; an annoying little puppy that followed her around in a generally successful attempt to make her life that much more difficult. Hell, she wasn't even supposed to like the man-child.
It was in this moment of utter terror that she made a decision regarding her current circumstances. Run.
So she did.
She was out of the bed in under a second, frantically searching the room for her clothing.
Her shirt she found hanging on the lamp beside the bed, her jeans crumpled beside the door, and her bra in between the dresser and the wall. Her underwear, on the other hand, was playing a very good game of hide and seek and she quickly gave them up as lost.
She looked back at the bed and found him staring at her in a sort of dazed wonder, which was when it hit her. She was still naked, and had been running around the room for the past ten minutes bending down periodically. Judging by the conspicuously placed tent in the sheets she was fairly certain he had enjoyed the show. She was momentarily impressed at his recovery time and in the next second banished the traitorous thought from her mind. It definitely couldn't happen again.
She threw her clothes on and fled the scene without a word, finding her shoes on the stairs leading to the second floor and her bag on the floor just inside the loft before she ran out the door.
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She was gone so quickly he was left wondering if she had ever actually been there. But her scent still lingered on his sheets and the feel of her body was still fresh in his mind, soft and supple. He flexed his hand, recalling the way her breast had felt under it, the musky scent of her and the moans she had made while he pleasured her and was suddenly struck with a longing so intense it was physically painful.
He wanted her back. Back in his bed, in his arms, moaning and writhing against him in ecstasy. Now that he had had her there was no way in hell he was ever going to settle for anything less, which left him wondering what his next course of action should be in ensuring that the vision in his mind became a reality. Right now the only thing he was really sure about was that if he gave her time to think about it she would rationalize the whole thing to pieces, and that was simply not an option; which meant he was getting up.
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Kate was sitting on her couch staring at her blank tv screen internally freaking out. What the hell had just happened? What the hell had she just allowed to happen? She had promised herself that this would never happen, that she would never be in the bed of Richard Castle, or he in hers, or any variation thereof. It brought with it too many complications, some of which she was just now discovering.
How was this going to affect their working relationship? There was absolutely no way it wasn't. Even if neither one of them ever spoke of this again, to anyone, the memories would always be there. Every inadvertent touch would be accompanied by images and sensations completely unrelated to the body part in question. Every look would smolder with lust in the shared knowledge of what they could to each other.
Not to mention all of the references and suggestive quips that would undoubtedly characterize their everyday relations. She groaned at that. He would be completely insufferable now. Fuck…what the hell was she going to do?
It was as these comforting thoughts were going through her mind that she heard a knock on her door. She looked at her watch, 9:30, it couldn't be anyone else. It was her day off, and Lanie was at work. She groaned again and let her head fall into her hands. The universe was really out to get her today. Maybe if she just ignored him he would go away.
Then her phone rang. Oh yeah, totally out to get her.
"Kate I know you're in there, I can hear your phone ringing!"
"Castle, just go away. I really don't want to talk to you right now." It was worth a shot right?
"Kate, I am not going away. Now open the door…please?" She smiled a bit at how pitiful he sounded when he said that and then chastised herself for being even the tiniest bit amused by him.
He was growing desperate, standing outside her door, supporting himself with his forehead and his arm as he pleaded with her to just let him inside. He knew that he could convince her. If she just gave him the opportunity, he knew that he would be able to get her to see how great they could be together. He had to get her to give him the chance though.
He banged on the door again; starting up a steady, thumping rhythm that he predicted would break her in a minute, tops.
She opened the door at fifty-nine seconds to his cheekily smiling face.
"What?"
"Wanna go to dinner?"
Ok, definitely not what she had been expecting to hear.
"Wait…what?"
"Would you like to go to dinner…with me?" He asked again, smiling all the while. He liked that he had surprised her, liked that he still could.
"Why?" She really couldn't fathom why he would want to take her out to dinner. She had expected him to come out with a flippant comment or a not so veiled invitation for a repeat of their morning's activities, not an invitation to dinner. Where the hell had that come from?
He was a bit put out at her disbelief. Did she really think so little of him that she expected him to just want sex from her?
"Because I would like to have dinner with you, is that so shocking?"
"Quite frankly, yes."
"Oh…"
Oh fuck now he was doing the puppy dog face.
"Look Castle," she sighed, reaching up to grip the bridge of her nose, shuttering her eyes before opening them again to look at him. "I'm sorry but I just don't understand why you would want to have dinner. Dinner would imply that we were looking to further our relationship, which neither of us are, so really it's a completely pointless exercise." His head snapped up at that, nostrils flaring in a sudden burst of anger that took her completely by surprise.
"Why do you just assume that? Why do you just write me off as completely unreliable and decide that a romantic relationship between the two of us is unthinkable?"
At any other time she would have laughed out loud at that question, and at any other time she would have been able to come up with twenty different reasons as to why a romantic relationship between the two of them would be an incredibly bad idea. However, at this particular juncture in time, all she could think of was how incredibly sexy he looked when he was angry. She had never seen him like this before, passionate and indignant. It was definitely a good look for him, and suddenly she found herself plagued by images of him in an entirely different situation, head thrown back, sweat glistening at his temples, with his mouth thrown open and the tendons in his neck standing out against the flexing muscles beneath them as ecstasy overtook him.
"Well?" she was pulled back to reality by his demand for an answer, realizing she had been standing there with her mouth open, staring at him for the better part of thirty seconds, and found she didn't have an answer for him.
"I…I don't know." She stammered. This resulted in him shoving his way past her and into her living room, where he began to pace. Taking a deep breath, she shut the door and turned to him once again.
"You can't seriously believe that I am as much of a playboy as the tabloids make me out to be? You know me better than that, don't you? How could you even think that I would do that to you? Do you really think so little of me to believe that I would sleep with you and then ignore you? You are not a conquest!"
He was panting by the time he was done, stopping his pacing to stare at her, silently demanding a response.
To say that she was shocked would have been the understatement of the year, and suddenly she realized that he had never been angry at her before. Other people, yes, but never her, it was definitely new and she found that she didn't have a clue how to handle it.
She was just standing there, staring at him in shock. He knew he probably shouldn't have blown up at her like that, but he honestly couldn't help it. Where the hell did she get off making those decisions for the both of them? She hadn't even considered the possibility of a relationship with him. Hell, she hadn't even considered the possibility that he would want a relationship with her and that pissed him off. It pissed him off that she would just dismiss him off like that. And now she was standing there, looking at him like he had two heads, in the same clothes that just last night he had torn off of her in a fit of passion, and he really couldn't take it anymore.
It was in a kind of surprised stupor that she realized that he was coming towards her. It wasn't until his lips were on hers and he was shoving her into the door that she realized the significance of that.
He had one hand in her hair, cushioning her head from the hard wood of the door, and one at her hip, holding her in place with a bruising grip. It was almost violent, the way he assaulted her mouth with his own, devouring her in a battle for domination that, in all honesty, he was winning.
It really wasn't fair, the power that his touch held over her. She knew that if she gave even the barest hint of rejection he would back off immediately, but all she could do was whimper into his mouth and submit to him completely.
It was she who reached down to the hem of her shirt, breaking their kiss to tug it off in one swift motion before he was on her again, sliding his hands over her ribs and around to find the clasp of her bra, ridding her of it before shifting his hands to her lower back and arching her body as he tore his mouth from hers once more to attack her breasts.
She gasped, digging her nails into his still shirt-clad shoulder as he bit her, leaving red marks that he didn't bother to soothe with his tongue before moving onto the next spot. His hands had left her lower back to unbutton her pants, tugging them down until gravity could take over, pooling under their feet.
Her underwear he just ripped off, taking the thin strips of cloth that lay on her hips, connecting the front and back, and tore them apart, all without taking his mouth off of her.
His hands went to his own pants then, unbuttoning them with jerking movements and shoving them down his thighs along with his boxers, not really caring if they were off, just that they weren't in the way.
He entered her just as his teeth closed on her right nipple, causing her entire body to spasm in surprise. It was entirely different than what had happened in his bed that morning. He had been sweeter then, not gentle, per se, hell nothing that passionate could ever be described as gentle, but he had been considerate, putting her needs above his. It was decidedly different than what was going on now.
He wasn't hurting her, quite the contrary actually. Everything he had done had only served to heighten her pleasure. It was exhilarating, really, to be so completely dominated by someone, submitting completely to them. She had always been the dominant one, always the one on top. It sort of came from being a cop. Never before had she been so completely controlled by someone.
Every thrust was angry, slamming into her hard enough to bruise, ensuring that she wouldn't be walking straight for quite some time afterwards.
Her first orgasm took her by surprise, suddenly rippling through her body in a wave of pleasure after barely three thrusts. He didn't let her come down from it either, twisting ever so slightly inside of her and shoving her down deeper onto him while taking her mouth in a bruising kiss before pulling all the way out and slamming into her once more, throwing her headlong into her second one. She felt him come with her, a hot stream inside her that just enhanced the pleasure.
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His head was resting against her chest when she came to, shoulders heaving up and down as he fought for breath. She blinked, shaking her head a little as she tried to rid her vision of the black spots that had taken up residence after the second orgasm.
Just how the hell had that just happened? They had just had sex against her door and she had absolutely no explanation for it other than his tongue must be magic. It couldn't happen again though. It would never work between them, no matter how incredible the sex was. She took a deep breath in, mentally preparing herself to tell him just that when he suddenly moved, shifting his head up to rest in the crook of her neck, breathing her in and whispering in her ear.
"Stop." He pulled away to look her in the eyes. "We just had sex against your door. If you think for even one second that I am just going to forget about it you are sadly mistaken."
She just stared at him, wide-eyed. He nodded at that in self-affirmation, and she suddenly yelped as she found herself in the air. He had picked her up and was currently carrying her bridal style into the bedroom where he threw her down onto the bed, collapsing next to and caging her in his arms.
"What the hell Castle?"
"Rick," he corrected her, "and I'm tired. Sex against a door can do that to you. Now go to sleep."
She stared at him, incredulous. My god the man was audacious. No one manhandled her like that! Unfortunately, when she tried to shove him off of her he just tightened his grip, and refused to respond to either threats or pleas, until eventually she had to resign herself to laying there until he decided she could move.