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A/N: Ummm...yeah. I have no idea how I feel about this chapter. Again, please excuse my repeated use of bad words. And please excuse everything else, too. I mean, not if it's good, which is still an option, but I'm not sure. Anyway, I have no idea what I'm saying...just go ahead and read. And please throw all your comments at me, no matter whether you thought it was awesome or terrible. Don't be shy, I can take it.

Day 9: Release

Their conversation had to wait until 10pm that night, when the detective finally made it back to the loft after coaxing a confession out of their criminal. Hanging up her coat and slipping out of her high heels, she released a heartfelt sigh. It was good to be home.

She could hear Rick typing away in the study, so she grabbed a yogurt out of the fridge and sunk onto the couch. When she had finished her questionable dinner, she set it down on the coffee table and closed her eyes for a minute, allowing herself to be lulled under by the steady clicking of keys.

When she woke up, she was disoriented and tense from her uncomfortable position. When she felt something buzz against her thigh, she realized it had been her phone that had woken her.

Frowning at the caller ID in the dim light of the living room, she pressed the green button.

"Rick?"

"Well, hello there detective!" he greeted, his low voice teasing her. She ignored it.

"Why are you calling? Aren't you in your study?" Kate was confused. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes, everything's peachy!" he exclaimed, but it didn't erase the frown on her face. "I'm not in the study anymore, though. I'm in the bedroom. Our bedroom."

Kate sighed. Her tired mind was not prepared for his games. "Why are you calling when I'm just fifty feet from you? What's so important that you woke me up for it, but couldn't even go down the stairs?" Suddenly a thought hit her. "You are not trapped in your closet again, are you? Because I told you I wouldn't get you out another time. If you want to do weird experiments for 'research', that's fine, but you have to do them without me, I'm not your personal…"
"Kate" he interrupted her ramblings, his calm voice far more effective than any argument would have been. "I'm not trapped in the closet again. I miss you."

"Oh."

They were silent for a moment, both lost in their own thoughts.

"Maybe…I might miss you too" she said softly, as close to an admission as she was going to come.

"I mean, just your body of course…that's the only thing you're slightly useful for…" she amended, and they laughed together.

The silence stretched between them again and Kate got up to throw the yogurt packing into the trash as she debated whether it was time to climb the stairs and end their stupid bet.

"What are you wearing?" Rick suddenly asked, and Kate froze with her foot already on the lowest step.

"Oh, no! No, Rick, I'm not going to do this!" she told him fiercely. That particular idea to bend their rules hadn't even crossed her mind. Well, maybe it had, but she'd resolutely battled it down.

"But you did it once!" he threw back, letting his thoughts wander to the time when he'd been on his book tour and they'd discovered the merits of the 21st century. Particularly the wonderful invention that was the video phone.

"Yes, because you were far, far away and not sitting in the next room where I can actually hear you if you call loud enough!" she hissed.

"So you give up?" he asked, the smile evident in his voice.

"No, I'm only saying that I'm not going to have phone sex with you when you're in the same building as I am!"

"So you'll have phone sex with me if I go out now and call you again from Esposito's place?"

She could barely refrain from rolling her eyes at the speaker. "No, of course I won't! Besides, I don't think Esposito would appreciate that visit. It's…" she paused to look at her father's watch. "It's 1 in the morning and I have to be at work in a couple of hours! I'm not going to have phone sex with you!" she repeated.

"Okay, then hang up now" he resolved. "Either hang up or tell me what you're wearing…"

She hesitated.

Kate hesitated and even in that one second of indecision she already knew how this night was going to end.

"I need you, Kate" he told her, his voice so full of honest, undisguised longing for her that it sent a shiver down her spine.

"I want you" he continued, taking her silence as a sign to keep trying, keep talking, keep giving.

"I want to taste you…I want to have you, have you wrapped around me."

She released a shaky breath and he knew that he was on the right track.

"I want to take you against the kitchen counter and fuck you so hard that you don't know whether you're screaming from pain or pleasure."

She blushed, a deep crimson that no one could witness. She couldn't recall many times when he'd been this direct, this forward.
It turned her on.

The more she tried to erase his words, his voice, the more pictures appeared in her mind. She wanted him. Wanted him to do exactly what he'd just said. She wanted him, she wanted to scream, and she wanted him to make her scream.

And just like that she stopped fighting it.

She sagged against the railing of the stairs. "You want me."

It wasn't a question, merely a restating of the obvious facts.

It was the first thing she'd said in a while and the fact that she'd said anything at all had him singing hallelujah in his head. He could also hear the tightness of her throat, her long trembling intakes of air, and that drove him to the point where he finally gave in and stretched out on the bed, his hand already wandering towards its goal.

"I do. I want you so much that it hurts, actually physically hurts. You're the only one I want. The only one I'll ever want."

He heard a hint of the sigh she tried to suppress.

Then he became more demanding.

"Tell me you want me too."

She sighed again, louder this time. "Oh I want you, Rick."

At the sound of his name, he hardened even further. He kicked off his boxers, but he still hadn't touched himself.

"Tell me again, Katherine Beckett" he demanded, and she was oddly thrilled by the way he took control.

"I want you, Richard Castle." It was almost a plea. If she had been able to think straight, she would have thought that it sounded absolutely pathetic, but her thoughts were scattered everywhere, so it didn't occur to her.

"I want you to fuck me. I want you to take me. I'm so wet and you're not even here, not even touching me. Please touch me" she begged and as she did, her own hand came up to cup her breast through the thin material of her blouse in a semi-conscious decision of her brain.

"Yesss" Rick hissed and finally guided his hands to his throbbing arousal. "I'll touch you. I'll touch all of your glorious body, every inch of it. I know your body so well. I know just where you want me to touch you…"

When she felt her legs give in underneath her heated body, she summoned her strength to walk over to the big couch. She almost tripped over her own feet in her haste, but then she fell into the cushions, careful, even in her dazed state, to pull the throw blanket beneath her in case she'd leave evidence behind. Her pants were gone in an instant.

"I want to touch you, Kate, I want to, but you're so far away. So close, but so far away. Touch yourself. Will you do that for me, will you touch yourself?"

And so she did. One of her fingers slipped into her heat and she mewled, sighed and moaned all at once.

"Kate" he choked out, because the noises she was making were almost enough on their own.

"Are you touching yourself?" he asked, his voice only a whisper. It was all that he could manage at that moment.

"Yes" she confirmed and slipped another finger into her soaking middle. And then, because she was Kate Beckett after all, she took control.

"My fingers feel so good inside my body, but they don't make me feel the way you do. You feel so good inside of me, I'm so wet, it's as if we're fucking in the shower. I love it when you throw me against the tiles. It hurts a little, but it's a good hurt, because you're so deep inside of me that you can reach that spot…" and she trailed off, because her fingers were mirroring her words and she could hardly breathe. But Rick took it from her, spun a tale for her, his thumb on his engorged tip.

"I love when you're so slippery from the soap that your body slides against mine in the rhythm that we create together. I love that I can make you scream when I bite into your shoulder, because I think you know that I do that when I can't take it any longer, when it's just too much. And the water is everywhere and it makes you slide down the wall that I'm pushing you against and it makes me go even deeper than before because gravity works in our favor. I love the way your breasts slide against my chest with each thrust…"

Kate moaned and searched desperately for the loud speaker button on her phone so that she could use both of her hands. When it slipped from her shaking fingers and fell to the ground, she almost cried out. "Don't stop now" she muttered. "Don't stop!"

But he had stopped, because a thought had occurred to him. And then she reached the phone with her fingertips and pushed the right button. She was still too far away to pick it up and it wasn't worth it to slip her fingers out of her body, so she just left it on the floor and brought her other hand up to her breasts, the fabric delicious and damp as she rubbed it against her hardened peaks and her heated body.

Rick found his voice again and continued talking. "Do you know how hot it made me to know that you weren't wearing a bra the entire day? Every second of every minute I saw you, I had to think about that, and it made me so constantly hard that I almost lost it…"

He had to stop, because Kate was moaning so loudly that his hand was speeding up of its own volition.

"And every time I turned your way, my blouse rubbed against my nipples and I was so afraid that you could see them through the white fabric, but you couldn't" she continued his thought. "I felt so in power, so sexy and dirty because I wasn't wearing underwear at my work place and I hadn't ever done that before…" she admitted and fought with said blouse until it fell open and she could touch skin to skin and it felt so good that she shouted out her pleasure and dug her fingers deeper into her core, her thumb rubbing circles on her clit.

"Yes!" she cried out, "More, yes!"

Rick couldn't even respond anymore.

She was teetering on the edge and could hear guttural grunts coming through the loud speaker, but somehow she found the air necessary to tell him that she was coming, only for him, that he was the only man she ever thought about, the only one that could make her feel this good. Her admission ended in a cry of release and he joined her, screaming out her name.

"I love you" he sighed out with a long breath and she was panting so hard that she couldn't reply right away. She let her head fall into the couch cushions, spent and sated.

"I love you too" Kate said softly after another long second of listening to each other's breathing, and then all she could hear was the beeping of her phone that told her that Rick had ended the call.