Looking down at her sister going back and forth in the water Eliza turned to Jim and said, "Where are Mommy and Daddy?"
"They're looking for your mom's dress," he assured her. "They'll be here soon, don't worry."
"I can't wait to see her dress," Julia told them as she put her arms onto the edge of the pool. "It's going to be pretty I bet."
"Will Daddy like it?" Eliza said hopefully.
"He does like it," a voice said from the entrance to the door.
"Daddy!" Eliza cried, looking and seeing both her mother and father there. "Mommy do you have a dress?" she asked as her grandfather helped her stand.
"I do," Beckett replied. "You'll see later. How is the pool?"
"It's really nice," Julia said quickly in the hopes that they would come into the water with her faster since they were already dressed in their bathing suits. "And not that deep."
"How come you weren't swimming?" Beckett asked her father with a smile as she went down the ladder first before taking Eliza from Castle.
"We decided to take a break," Jim replied. "She was getting bored," he added.
"Oh well we can't swim for much longer," Beckett said, kissing Eliza's cheek tenderly. "So let's take the rest of the time we have."
"I can't wait to eat dinner," Julia commented, swimming over to her father when he'd stepped down into the water. "A real French dinner."
"It should be good," Jim said as he went down into the water. "Martha keeps repeating that."
"I've been to where you're going and she's right, it will be," Castle said. He was surprised when Beckett came over to him and asked, "She wants me to throw her?" When his wife nodded he smiled and said, "Okay but then after you need to throw me, I want a turn."
"No Daddy," Eliza said firmly. She then smiled widely and said, "Throw me!"
Doing so Castle made sure that Beckett was able to help her out before he went underneath the water. He could vaguely hear the toddler's cry of surprise as he did that and he then swam over to the other side of the pool.
"How're you doing sweetie?" Beckett asked Julia who swam over to where she was helping Eliza kick her legs as she pulled her.
"Good it was a lot of fun swimming while you were gone," Julia replied. "But we missed you still."
"Will you be okay tonight?" Beckett asked her, picking up Eliza then as her legs slowed down.
"Yeah Gram and Grandpapa said we can get dessert," Julia replied.
"That's more because I told them they could take you to get some gelato," Castle said as he was leaning back against the side of the pool.
"Ooh I want some please," Eliza said. She giggled when her mother kissed her temple and said, "Can I have?"
"You can," Beckett replied, handing her over to Castle.
"What do you have?" Eliza then asked her father.
"We'll be getting… something," Castle replied. "Whatever my friend the chef decides I can have. However once he sees your mom he might give her… something really big."
"Do I need to be worried about him?" Beckett asked teasingly.
"He'll flirt," Castle replied. "But not that much. He respects that silver band you have on."
"Don't you mean he will?" Julia asked, listening to them and looking up at her father in confusion. "Or did Mommy meet him already?"
"He will," Castle replied. "When did you become the grammar police?"
"She is your daughter Rick," Beckett reminded him.
"So you're the grammar sheriff?" Castle asked. He laughed when Julia jumped at him in response to that and he picked her up saying, "You've learned really well."
"Thank you," Julia said before sharing a kiss with him.
"Katie," Jim said, standing up from having swum laps at that point. "If you want to go into the Jacuzzi we should head up there now."
"We'll follow you Dad," Beckett replied. After they were in the small whirlpool at the head of the swimming pool she looked around and said, "It is really pretty in here."
"I know I feel like I'm in… Rome," Julia said.
"Greece would work too," Castle commented, looking at the murals on the wall, along with a fountain built on the one that was in front of him. "But that was a nice pool. You should bring them back after dinner I saw a sign that says this doesn't close until ten."
"It would wear them out," Beckett said, smiling when Julia looked at her with a frown. "You do need to sleep eventually sweetie, you and your sister. Remember we're heading to Versailles early."
Though she knew her mother was right Julia pouted a little more until she giggled and smiled saying, "I still want to go."
"And I'm sure that's why you'll go to bed when your grandparents say it's time," Castle replied, helping Eliza stand next to him. He then glanced at his watch and when he saw the time said, "We should get going love."
"Right," Beckett said, standing with the others. She helped the girls go to the changing room where she had them take a quick shower before they dried off and then dressed. When they got upstairs she took the girls with her and Castle into their suite before she left to take a quick shower to rid her body of the last scent of chlorine.
"I'm so excited," Julia stated while she and her sister were waiting with Castle in the living room. "To see what Mommy's wearing."
"Any reason why?" Castle asked, picking up his tuxedo.
"'Cause Mommy is pretty," Eliza said.
"She means she wants to see the dress," Julia translated. "But Mommy will be pretty too."
"She will," Castle told them knowingly. "I'm going to change very quickly, do not open the door in the hall there for anyone."
"We won't, we'll wait for you Daddy," Julia replied.
"Girls," Beckett said, going to the doorway dressed in a robe. "Come on inside."
"You're not going to lock the doors are you?" Castle asked as he'd stopped when she had appeared.
"I have to," Beckett replied. "It's the only way to stop you," she told him teasingly.
"You're so mean," Castle said. "You guys too," he told the girls who had begun to giggle at his mock teary tone.
"You'll see Mommy, Daddy; go change," Julia said sternly. After she and Eliza were in the bedroom with the doors locked she said, "This is so pretty and the bed is big so you have a lot of space."
"To jump?" Eliza asked, turning her gaze from the window.
"To sleep," Beckett said in amusement as she took the bow off the box and handed the deep blue ribbon to her youngest. "I'll put that in your hair for your dinner tonight."
"That's it?" Julia asked almost breathlessly as her mother took out the gown.
Beckett couldn't help smiling down at her daughters as they rushed to touch the dress tentatively and said, "It's soft isn't it?"
"Yeah," Eliza replied. "Put it on Mommy."
"Can I put you two on the bed?" Beckett asked. "That way you can zip it up for me." At their nods she picked up Eliza while Julia climbed up and she took off her robe before stepping into the gown, smiling at the girls who were watching the skirt of the dress as it moved.
"Are you going to dance?" Julia asked.
"I don't know," Beckett replied. "Maybe." She then turned her back to them and felt a small hand pull up the zipper before a slightly bigger one pulled it the rest of the way. "Thank you," she said, going to the table that was next to an armchair at the window.
Julia was going to ask their mother if she and Eliza could get down to watch her but stopped when her mother picked up her comb and jewelry roll. "Do you always wear that?" she asked as Beckett was tucking the comb by touch into the bun in her hair.
"I do, you know your daddy loves this," Beckett told them with a smile. "And I do too." She picked up her pearl necklace, feeling the teardrop pearl settle just below the hollow of her throat. "Easy sweetie," she told her youngest as Eliza reached out to touch the pearl. She hurriedly put the earrings and bracelet on before saying, "One more thing."
"Slippers?" Eliza asked.
"This isn't Cinderella," Julia said as Beckett took her sister off the bed and they followed their mother over to the armchair. "Oh, they match your necklace."
"They do," Beckett said absently as she put on the slightly off white heels that buckled above her ankles. When both were on she said, "We should let him see."
"He's gonna be walking around," Julia said with a giggle as their mother took their hands to go to the door.
Sliding open the doors Beckett wasn't surprised to find that her oldest was right and Castle was pacing around the coffee table before turning to them. "I'm ready," she said, admiring him for a moment in his tuxedo.
Smiling then at her Castle walked over to his wife, barely seeing their daughters take a step away from them before he was cupping her face in his hands. He leaned down and brushed his lips to hers before he murmured against her lips, "Later."
"I know," Beckett said before they looked down at their daughters. "We need to get them ready for dinner."
"Right, let's go," Castle said, leaning down and picking up Eliza. "I wonder if my mom and Alexis are back."
"I think they are," Julia said.
"Hey, Kate," Alexis said, opening the door of hers and her sisters' room to find them there. "Wow you found a great dress."
"Thanks, were you able to?" Beckett asked.
"Come inside and I'll show you," Alexis replied.
"Oh Kate you had a successful trip it looks like," Martha said, in the room looking at a dress she held up.
"I'll agree," Jim said, coming in with Castle and Eliza. "You look beautiful Katie."
"I'm glad everyone likes it," Beckett said, amused at their reactions but touched they thought the same. "Is that your dress for the ball Martha?"
"Oh no it's in my own room, this is something Alexis bought to wear tonight for dinner," Castle's mother replied.
"Speaking of that we should get these two ready," Castle said. With that he and Beckett got the girls changed into sundresses and their hair brushed before they said goodbye to the other members of their family.
"Okay you two have a great night with everyone," Castle told the girls as he sat on a chair, embracing them to him. "And we'll want to hear all about it tomorrow on the way to Versailles. But for now I'll say goodnight and sweet dreams Julia, Eliza I love you both."
"Love you Daddy," Julia said first before they shared a kiss.
Eliza waited until she and her father had shared a kiss goodnight and then told him, "I love you Daddy."
Beckett waited until her husband had hugged their daughters tightly before she sat where he had been and embraced them tightly. She opened her eyes when she felt a small hand patting the bun in her hair she laughed before she pulled back slightly. "Okay I love you two, goodnight and sweet dreams," she told them. "Have a great night."
"I hope you too, Mommy," Eliza said before she shared a kiss with her mother first. "I love you."
"I love you too Mommy," Julia then said. "And I hope you and Daddy will tell us about your night."
"We will," Beckett said, kissing her quickly. She stood and then walked out with them, waving as their family went down the hall.
"We're not telling them about the whole night," Castle said in a low tone to her once they were alone in the hall.
"Not even close to the whole night," Beckett replied in agreement. She smiled at him before slipping her hand within his and leaving for the elevators themselves.
"This is so beautiful," Beckett said later when they had entered the restaurant and were led to their table but told not to sit yet.
"I know," Castle replied, smiling at her as he watched her gaze out at the city they could see from their table.
"Richard!" a voice called behind them with a heavy French accent.
"Christophe," Castle said, turning around and seeing his old friend. He smiled and hugged the man, exhaling a little loudly as the man nearly crushed him. He wasn't sure why he hadn't remembered why his bear of a friend would give crushing hugs that were brief but memorable. He was a little concerned Christophe would do the same to his wife; thinking he'd likely break her ribs; but looked on as the chef turned to Beckett in surprise.
"This is your wife?" Christophe asked.
"It is," Castle said with a nod. "Kate, this is Christophe Gabriel. Christophe, this is my wife Kate Beckett."
"It's nice to meet you," Beckett said to him, holding her hand out so he could shake it. She was startled when the chef instead took her hand and turned it, leaning over to lightly kiss the back of it.
"Enchanté Ms. Beckett," Christophe said.
"Okay, now I know you're still the same Christophe," Castle said to him jokingly though he took his wife's hand a little possessively. "What can we expect tonight chef?" he asked to remind his friend where they were.
"An introduction and then some food," Christophe replied. "Excuse us for just a moment." He led Castle away from Beckett and said, "It is no use."
Laughing, as his friend would say that when he came up against a woman who wasn't instantly taken by him, Castle said, "I think she loves me."
"She does," Beckett said simply, coming over to the two men. She smiled when the chef looked startled and said, "Sorry to interrupt but it looks like you're being searched for."
"Of course, I am sorry Ms. Beckett-" Christophe began.
"Kate is fine," Beckett replied. "I'm looking forward to our meal." When the chef promised to talk to Castle after the meal before he left them and then walked back to where a man in a tuxedo was searching the room she turned to her husband. "I realized it was harmless flirting," she told him.
"I knew too but…" Castle said, realizing with that that his wife had discerned how he had been holding her hand after taking it from Christophe's.
Before Beckett could say anything though someone was tapping a fork against a glass, calling for the guests' attention. She and Castle listened to the speech about the new chef before Christophe said a few words and they headed back to their table. "So you two went out to search for women?" she asked him teasingly.
"We were young, Christophe taught me that art of flirting… never took to it," Castle said.
"You just have to know when's a good time to flirt," Beckett replied, keeping the same tone of voice she'd had asking her question. She then smirked and said, "For instance while you're being questioned about a murder is not a good time."
Rolling his eyes in mock exasperation as at the same time their first course was served, Castle waited until they were alone again to say, "You won't let that go will you?"
"No," Beckett said simply before she looked down at her plate that had an egg and what she guessed was some kind of seafood with a little jus around it. "You don't mind this?" she asked her husband as she cut up her egg.
"I knew already they were going to be small portions," Castle replied. "Christophe sent me a menu," he continued.
Beckett smiled and nodded before they continued to eat and she said after a while, "Did you notice Julia at some of the paintings?"
"Is this around when she starts questioning nudity?" Castle replied.
"I don't know," Beckett said honestly. "You know my parents took me to the Met all the time, I had known it."
"But since Julia's first four years…" Castle said before trailing off. When his wife nodded he said, "Is there something we should do? I mean we've talked about that in art with her before." He was about to take a sip of wine when their plates were taken away and then paused, "She's not-"
"She's not," Beckett interrupted him, knowing what he was going to say. "That I've had to tell you before. No I think it's the fact that she might have realized she might look like the women will."
"I never thought of that," Castle said. He wanted to say more but had to stop as their next course was served and waited until both he and Beckett had tried the pea cream with some crab meat and gold caviar. He was interrupted from speaking when his wife took his plate to transfer her caviar to his and said, "You don't really enjoy that kind of life do you?"
"No and before you change the subject completely I'll talk to Julia when she's in the sixth grade," Beckett said simply. She ate some of her crab and told him, "And to answer your earlier question no. I just want a simple life Rick you know that already."
"I do," Castle replied.
Beckett looked up at him as his tone had abruptly changed to a tenderer one and felt her cheeks growing slightly warm at the way he was looking at her. She reached up to touch the pearl hanging from the strand at her neck saying, "We…"
That was all his wife had time to say as Castle turned his attention to the waiter that had come over to take their plates. Their third course was served and he said, "I think it has something to do with you in a dress."
Beckett didn't answer at first, starting on her turbot before she said, "I think it's the fact we haven't been together since our last night in Cardiff."
"That is a long time," Castle replied, reverting to English. He then smiled as she rolled her eyes before he spoke about the jewelry they'd seen earlier at the Louvre.
Staring on the fourth course of lamb later Beckett said, "You never went to Versailles?"
"I think you asked me that before," Castle said.
"Oh I know," Beckett said easily. "I'm just wondering if you were lying."
Castle knew she wasn't serious and said, "I was at a book signing."
"Then that would make sense, I don't know how you can miss out on seeing the chateau," Beckett replied, placing a piece of artichoke in her mouth. She was startled to look up at her husband, seeing that his gaze had changed again. "Rick," she said teasingly.
"Luckily I'm going with you tomorrow," Castle said quickly as he tried to shake himself. "I'm looking forward to it as well."
Beckett smiled, unable to reply as she watched their wine glasses being filled at that moment. When they were again alone and their table clear she told him, "I think we all are. So after this we're going back right?"
Castle was startled at that question, since he thought she wanted to avoid that discussion while they were eating in a public restaurant, but saw that she was serious. He took a quick sip of wine before clearing his throat and telling her, "Did you want to go anywhere else?" He wasn't surprised when she merely stared at him and told her, "Then we're going back."
Beckett smiled at the intensity that had come to him with that and she looked over at the waiter who set down their plates, seeing it was strawberries with rhubarb and some powdered sugar over it. "Dessert?" she asked.
"We've been here for a while," Castle replied.
"It doesn't feel like a while," Beckett told him, a smile on her face.
"No but this has been a lot of fun," Castle said. "And a great meal, Christophe is a great chef."
"He is," Beckett said in agreement. She reached over to him and squeezed his hand gently saying, "If you can get me a cup of coffee then you can talk to him later as long as you want."
"Not that long," Castle replied before they smiled at each other and turned their attention back to the fruit.
With their last course Beckett was nursing her mug of coffee and said, "I don't think we should tell the girls we essentially had two desserts."
"I agree," Castle said after setting down his green macaron. "But they had gelato so I think they'll be happy." He then studied the macaron and said, "Why don't we see if Christophe will give us one so they can try it?"
"Ask him when you talk," Beckett replied with a smile. She and Castle finished the last of their dessert and she watched as her husband grabbed her hand to press a kiss to the back of it before he left to get the head chef so they could talk. She couldn't help hoping; watching him walking away; that her husband would keep in mind that they were both eager to return to their hotel room and continue the rest of their night finally alone. Though watching him glance back at her she had the feeling he had the same thought in mind, making her breathe in deeply before she accepted a refill of her coffee for a welcome distraction.
Panting roughly as her husband went down to her neck and pressed his lips there almost feverishly Beckett tried to speak but before she could they were moving further inside the living room. When he pulled her comb out of her hair and set it on the dresser they ended up running into she parted from their frantic kiss and said, "Why do they have that there?"
"I don't know but I just about dislocated my shoulder," Castle said before he was closing the gap between him and Beckett.
"You're fine," she said after they'd parted shortly to breathe. Beckett wasn't surprised to then feel her hair tumbling down around her shoulders and she smiled as she watched her husband's expression turn to something like awe. "You've seen… that so… many times…" she tried to say, having to pause for each kiss he gave her.
"Never get enough of that," Castle said simply before he was wrapping his arms around her to crush his lips to hers.
Beckett kept up with him easily at that point until they again had to breathe and she tilted her head back slightly to give him access to her neck. She shivered as he pressed kisses all along her skin and then opened her eyes as he went down to the junction of her neck and shoulder. It was then she caught sight of something on the bed and stopped her husband forcefully since he had become a little rough by then. "Why is the box my dress was in on the bed?" she asked him. She didn't give him a chance to respond, walking over to it before saying, "Even the bow… Rick."
"That's what happens when you give me ample time to buy not just the gown you're wearing now but the other one," Castle said simply, smiling at her reaction.
Setting aside the ribbon that had been the bow Beckett took off the cover of the box and sighed when she saw the light blue gown inside. "Is this just because of the neckline?" she asked him, trying to deflect how touched she was at his gesture.
"No," Castle said, aware how she was feeling as he could see it in her eyes. "Try it on."
"I already did," Beckett said teasingly, about to set it back in the box. When her husband's hand grabbed her wrist she looked up at him, a little taken aback by the intensity in his blue eyes.
"For me," Castle replied before he leaned down and took her lips in a hungry kiss. He had to keep it short since he knew if he allowed himself anymore the dress would end up crushed between them. When he pulled away he nearly leaned in for another but broke himself away and went over to the armchair next to the small table, sitting in it and putting his feet up on the ottoman.
Beckett smiled with slightly swollen lips as her husband then quickly toed off his shoes and she told him, "Unzip me before I do that."
Though Castle desperately wanted to touch his wife as even more of her back was revealed to him once the zipper was down enough he held himself back. He watched her go into the bathroom with the other gown, holding the front of her dress in place. When she had disappeared he sighed and leaned his head back, trying not to think too much on what he could do to Beckett that night. He then started to think of their conversation with Christophe after dinner, which had been short since the chef wasn't finished that night. But luckily they had promised to keep in touch and he had an idea that he would hear from him soon.
Opening the door to the bathroom as quietly as she could Beckett walked out to her husband, seeing that he was looking at the ceiling. "Rick?" she said to get his attention. She fought her smile when he nearly jumped and then turned around saying, "So was it worth it?"
"You have no idea," Castle said, sitting up and pushing the ottoman out of his way. He reached out his hand to her, pulling her onto his lap though she came to him willingly. As soon as her arms were around his neck he was kissing her and deeply, groaning as her lips took his earnestly. When he slipped his tongue into her mouth he suddenly felt as if he were suffocating in his tux but decided to try and ignore that for the time being. When they had wrenched themselves away from their duel he pressed his forehead against hers murmuring, "I want you Kate."
"I know I can tell," Beckett said with a smile. She wasn't surprised when her husband raised his head to look at her and she brushed her lips to his. "I want you too Rick," she told him before kissing him a little more lingeringly. When his hand suddenly slipped under her dress she gasped before that turned into a moan of pleasure as his fingers expertly ran around her nipple. "Here," she murmured to him.
Helping her unzip the dress a little Castle reached up as soon as Beckett was sitting straight and pulled the thin straps off of her shoulders, kissing at her mounds eagerly yet lovingly.
Beckett could feel her body was already on fire, the continuous shock of his mouth on her made her hold him tightly to her, trying to withstand what he was doing though eventually that became too much; she needed more. Carefully she pulled him away from and kissed him gently; she kept it simple though so she had no problem cautiously pulling away from him and stood, taking his hands. The intensity still in his eyes sent a thrill through her body and as he wrapped his arms around her she murmured, "The bed?"
Castle had been fully prepared to hold her tightly as he kissed her again but he had to concede that she was right; they needed to get over to it. Luckily it wasn't that far but he still found himself enjoying the warmth of her body underneath the thin dress before he had to let her turn around to face him. That time he didn't need to hold himself back, kissing at her skin as it was revealed by his unzipping the dress. When she turned around to him he seemed to sense what she wanted, standing still in front of her as she pulled the dress off of herself, groaning for a second as she was naked below it. He took the gown and carefully draped it over the armchair before turning back to her; seeing she'd lain back on the bed though she was first propping up some pillows bellow her. "You're beautiful love," he said, going to her before she stopped him by placing her foot on his crotch. "Love?"
Unable to help smiling at his confusion Beckett told him, "You're wearing way too much Rick. I want everything off of you before you get near me."
Even as he was taking off his jacket Castle said, "You can't really tell me what to do Kate."
Beckett gave him a look as she reached up while she raised her head to smooth her hair a little, her eyes never leaving him as he quickly divested himself of his clothes. She watched him get on the bed and was about to move to grab him when he held her hands in between them. "What-" was all she had time to say before his mouth was crushing hers hard. She nearly whimpered; in pleasure; at the sensation before she felt his tongue at her lips. Parting them she was aware of him letting go of her before his hand was brushing over her thigh. Her legs instinctively parted and she moaned as she broke off their kiss as his fingers brushed next against her clit. She looked on as he seemed to take that as a cue, running his lips over her form until he was between her legs.
Tasting his wife's arousal was making Castle's heart pound loudly in his ears and he almost didn't hear her moans as she reacted to his tongue against her and then briefly inside her. He had to literally tear himself away from her before he went further than he'd wanted to; only wanting to make absolutely sure that she was ready for him. That done he settled himself between her legs and murmured to her.
"You… oh, our book," Beckett said, a little surprised at his suggestion until she realized it was the name of the position. She raised her legs until her knees were bent almost on her chest and she waited for Castle to enter her which he soon did. She understood why he then did that so quickly but it didn't stop her from crying out in pleasure as he filled her rapidly and left her body coping with the sensation of an explosion at how fast he'd moved. She wasn't surprised when he started to move, or the fact that she found her heels soon resting on his hips. As much as he was moving her it was no surprise that she; in her answering thrusts; couldn't continue to hold them up that high. But luckily she found that there was no difference in the few inches, he was deep in her and judging by the friction between them she was tight around him as well. She looked up at her husband; since he was directly above her; and reached up to caress his lips before he turned to kiss her fingers and moved down to her lips as she had been hoping he would soon do.
Castle couldn't make that kiss last for long, soon moving back from her slightly to press his forehead against hers. He was trying to take in the way she felt every time he slid back within her body though it was difficult. Her legs the way the way they were were making him wonder if she only had to slightly flex her muscles before she could stop him from moving. He tried not to think of that, instead just going as hard as he could. He tried to move in an angled way though since he was on his knees that was a little difficult. What he was able to do was use his hands and knees on the bed to go hard against her and watching the way her head arched back on the pillow under her he guessed that she enjoyed that. He did as well, the pleasure instantaneous every time he moved forward. He was breathing hard and as his wife ran her nails over his shoulders he felt the light sheen of sweat that had broken out on his skin. He shuddered and leaned down, taking her lips hungrily again.
Beckett wasn't sure what had pushed her husband to do that but she wasn't about to complain as it felt like he was trying to devour her. She ran her hands repeatedly over the back of his head as their tongues quickly fought and suddenly realized she wasn't able to move that well. That shook her until she comprehended the thought had come to her because her legs felt the urge to move. Thinking of how he'd gotten that position from one of their books she thought of another and didn't waste time in implementing it. Her feet on the bed, knees bent and legs spread as far as she was comfortable with she met him on his next thrust down and felt him moving above her a little. She wasn't surprised when he was going faster with that move and she allowed him a little longer above her before she was pulling him back down to her. The second his mouth nearly devoured her right nipple she was holding onto him tightly, feeling the sensation of heat shooting straight down her body to join where they were still fucking each other eagerly. "Oh god… please… Rick," she moaned.
Pulling away from her at that Castle panted against her moist skin from his mouth and he looked on as she shivered beneath him, feeling as if that was traveling through her entire body. He moved up to her lips for a brief kiss, unable to help doing that, and when they had parted he traveled down to her other breast, giving it the same attention to that as he'd done to the other. That time he could feel more than hear her approval of what he was doing, her nails raking constantly over his scalp. He wasn't sure how exactly he was keeping from shuddering each time she did that but decided it didn't really need serious thought. He went up to her lips again, pressing his forehead to hers before he murmured her name as their lips brushed together while he spoke. "I wanted you…" he said before grunting as she wrapped her legs high around his waist. "You want me close," he said instead of asking.
"Yes… just… keep fucking me Rick," Beckett nearly commanded him. She cried out softly at him speeding up a little more; their rhythm disrupted; before he went back to how he'd been before, moving eagerly with him as their lips finally met. "You wanted me… earlier?" she finally asked him when they'd pulled apart after a few more rough kisses.
"Yes," Castle nearly breathed out in joy as she let go of him to help him place a pillow under her hips. His next thrust into her was deep and their friction was a little different, resulting in a fresh burst of pleasure that snaked around his entire body. He didn't continue speaking after that, too focused on trying to slide inside her further though that was impossible. After a time he seemed to realize that and said to his wife, "Watching you at dinner… your smile… hearing you laugh… you're my goddess Kate."
Beckett drew him down to her for another kiss, more to give her a chance not to have to answer than anything else. She still wasn't used to him calling her that but as usually happened when he did she couldn't help recall the way he looked at her. Not just when she'd worn her gowns but even that morning; early in the morning; when she'd come out to him in their London hotel room and his gaze seemed to caress every inch of her body. It was that that let her know she was close to the edge, the pleasure building up to such a degree she knew she wasn't going to have a chance to withstand it. But she found she didn't care and willingly gave up herself as she completely broke. Raking her nails over her husband's back she cried out his name in ecstasy and that she loved him as her back arched with the force of her body's natural end to what her husband was doing to her. She lost the pace he'd set but found it didn't matter, Castle following her and calling her name in rapture as they found a kind of rhythm though it was discordant as their hips smacked together off tempo. She wasn't sure how long that lasted, only aware when things calmed in her body and she slumped to the bed, her husband still thrusting furiously within her.
Finally things came to an end for Castle and after a few last thrusts he shuddered and nearly collapsed on his wife's body with a final, "I love you."
"I love you too Rick," Beckett replied with a smile as she gently moved her hands up to his head.
Eventually Castle felt her fingers running through his hair and he shuddered before pushing himself up enough to meet her lips for a rough kiss. When they parted he said, "You don't want me to call you that."
"I don't care," Beckett said. She saw her husband was looking at her a little doubtfully and she finally sighed saying, "You mean it."
"Of course I mean it," Castle replied in slight offense. "I wouldn't just say that because it was part of the moment. I'm aware of myself still, just like you are."
Beckett sighed again as he pulled away from her and then watched him sit on his knees next to her. Sitting up herself she said, "You're mad at me."
"I'm not," Castle reassured her. "But a little annoyed you would doubt me. Luckily I know how to change your mind."
Confused by that Beckett didn't have a chance to respond before her husband was lunging for her. Luckily she recovered enough to stop him from trying to tickle her and they were suddenly struggling for control. She wasn't surprised when they both started to laugh as they taunted one another before she emerged on top of him, straddling his waist but far enough up that she wasn't touching his body. "So I'm the dominant one?" she said jokingly.
"Not really, if I wanted to I could so flip you back over," Castle responded easily.
"Damn your polo games," Beckett said in mock irritation.
"You love that I play though," Castle said, murmuring the words until his wife bent down to him. That hadn't been the first time they'd wrestled but it always ended the same, a little teasing about who'd ended up on top before they began to kiss. And as soon as they'd parted he saw something else that usually happened was about to occur as he grasped his wife's hips tightly while she took his erection in hand. He watched her lower her body onto him and as soon as their hips were touching he slid his hands to the small of her back before she started to move, making them both groan in pleasure.
Rocking her body instead of going in an up and down motion Beckett was very rapidly breathing harshly, unable to help it as the rush of sensations within her body made her try to recover and take them all in stride. It was difficult, her husband was rigid within her and she was squeezing her legs close against his hips. And when he urged her to touch herself suddenly she knew she was really going to have to take control if she planned on lasting for any length of time at all. Instead of touching herself though she got a sudden idea and reached up for her own breasts, cupping them as she watched her husband's gaze zero in on that.
"Kate…" Castle nearly hissed as he watched her slide her hands up so she was palming herself. "You can't…"
"Can't what?" Beckett tried to ask a little sternly but failing as her voice shook in her pleasure as she wasn't unaffected by her own touch.
"This is what you did without me?" Castle then asked her, stammering a little as he was trying to hold onto his sanity a little more and keep up with her.
"I still do," Beckett teased him. She wasn't surprised that something in her husband seemed to snap and he was suddenly moving her, flipping her around onto her back. She cried out as he slammed against her body, only getting her into a position as an aftermath. But soon her legs were around his, her foot nearly crossed over the other, and they were moving together as he kissed her frantically before he moved away and kissed at her neck and shoulders. She wasn't sure if she unexpectedly began to beg him for more but as his lips and tongue ran over her breasts she had to consider that she probably did. But at the same time she was taking in everything he was doing to her so she was a little distracted before he suddenly stopped moving, making her eyes shoot open to look at him.
Before his wife could protest Castle was kissing her deeply on the lips as she pressed against his shoulders. Feeling her doing that he knew she was incredibly angry with him and when they parted to breathe he leaned down a little and murmured to her, "You never like me stopping your pleasure."
"That should tell you something," Beckett said with a slight laugh, trembling inwardly as she could still feel the echo of him moving within her.
Castle was startled at that, knowing that she was right, and after he nibbled at her lobe for a little he pulled away and then proceeded to move again. He groaned at the same time his wife did; both of them in absolute pleasure; and soon brought them back to their pace from before. The friction returned to what it had been so with that thought in mind he quickly grabbed another pillow before he paused and looked down at her. He tossed it away and then moved so he was on his knees and could pull her hips up onto the slight angle they provided. He hissed as Beckett cried out below him, the action helping him get a little deeper in her as at the same time she seemed to tighten around him. He nearly felt lightheaded and he said, "Do you want me to stop?"
"Unless you're moving me then… then no!" Beckett said, ending on a slight exclamation when he was in fact moving them.
With his wife up on her knees while he remained on his Castle felt them both able to move much easier. So he slid his hands to the small of her back, spanning it before he crushed her lips. She was quick to respond though and with the subsequent kisses they were exchanging after that he knew they were edging closer to their climaxes.
Beckett couldn't stop the slight groan that escaped her lips as her husband held her forcibly against him. "I wish… you wouldn't… do that," she told him as she kissed around his lips and neck, trying in slight desperation to get him to move again. She was surprised when he suddenly cupped the back of her head before he brought them face to face and she mouthed his name. A second later she was on her back, legs around his waist and they were abruptly making love with complete abandon. She wasn't sure how that happened but they were moving without giving a thought to their rhythm and she could feel that affecting her rapidly in the way the heat from the connection of their bodies spread like wildfire. She tried her best not to be consumed by it but it finally became too much and let herself go, crying out and undulating her body before her husband's name left her lips. When he joined her she was clutching at him for dear life, feeling his own desperation as he was calling for her repeatedly.
Castle wasn't sure how long it took them to stop orgasming but he didn't stop moving in the slightest, suddenly wanting to watch and feel her lose control yet again. He went harder than before though his muscles screamed in protest against it. He tried to make sure he struck her clit with each time he sank into her and finally felt her starting to lose her control in the way her body moved. He kept his eyes on her as long as he could while she called his name repeatedly again until he could no longer hold himself back and found his release as he felt the same ecstasy that she was. He thrust as long as he could since he didn't want to lose the sensation of unadulterated pleasure until finally he stopped and slumped against her, burying his face against her neck to try and regain some of his strength.
"Were you thinking of this during the dinner?" Beckett asked finally. She felt her husband nod against her and she said teasingly, "Pervert."
"And you weren't?" Castle asked her in the same tone before he pulled away from her to lie on his back. He wrapped his arm around her as she pressed against his side and said, "That dinner seemed to last for way too long."
Beckett smiled before she replied to him saying, "That's only in your head."
"It did take us a while to get back," Castle protested.
"And in the end we were together," Beckett shot back. "So I don't think you have any reason to complain."
"Well, yeah one reason," Castle replied.
"We're getting up early tomorrow morning," Beckett reminded him as she knew what he was talking about.
"Still," Castle said simply. He laughed when his wife nudged him in the side and told her, "I'm not tired yet though."
"You must have been sleeping while we were busy," Beckett said wryly. "I don't think either of us was taking it all that easy."
"No but I feel…" Castle started to say.
"Then I'll tire you out," Beckett said, raising her head a bit to put it on her hand, looking down at him. "This room-"
"I think you mean suite," Castle replied. "Unless you're talking about this bedroom by itself."
"Fine, this suite," Beckett said, rolling her eyes. "I changed my mind, for one night it isn't too bad."
"And we'll use it in the morning too," Castle said, reaching up with his arm that wasn't around her anymore. He started to stroke her hair, watching her looking at him before he shook his head. "It's not going to work."
Glancing down at his groin and seeing his erection there Beckett sighed and said, "We could take a bath."
"I'd be unable to stop myself," Castle told her simply.
"I think so," Beckett said laughingly. "Then in the morning?" When her husband nodded to that she kissed him briefly and said, "Close the curtains and we'll try to sleep."
Nodding to that Castle climbed out of the bed and went over to the window, pulling the sheer curtain over it. "Is that okay?" he asked her, looking back and seeing that she was sitting up.
"That's fine, hurry," Beckett said.
"Sorry I didn't realize you were that tired," Castle said as he tried to get back to the bed as quickly as he could. He was startled when as soon as he was on top of it he was being grabbed and pulled down until he was on his knees. His wife's hand was around his length and descending to it before he could say a word. "Kate you don't need-" he tried to tell her to get her to stop. But she wasn't and he was reaching down to grab her head as she took him into her mouth. Hissing out her name he tried to think of anything he could for a distraction, not surprised when that failed miserably as she was doing her best to push him hard he could tell.
Beckett tried not to smile around him as she could hear Castle telling her she didn't need to continue, knowing it for a disruption. So she didn't stop until the point where she knew he was close and with a sigh of relief she got up telling him, "I thought you were never going to stop."
Castle wanted to protest that he hadn't been doing anything that he would stop but his wife was nearly jumping onto his lap and he held her by her back, groaning as he realized that she had somehow been pleasuring herself while doing so to him. "My fucking vixen," he nearly growled to her before they began to move together.
Holding onto one another as tightly as they could it took little time after that for Castle and Beckett to reach their mutual climax, calling to each other as they stayed in one another's embrace. When things eventually calmed down they slumped onto the bed where Beckett was the first to move.
"I changed my mind," she said, smirking at her husband.
"Good thing you did," Castle said, holding her close. "Why don't we," he began as he ran his fingers up her spine. "Take that bath now."
"Exactly what I was thinking," Beckett told him, getting up. Before he could do the same she was running her hand over his member and told him, "Come on, the tub is deep."
Shuddering for a moment in pleasure Castle stopped his wife from getting off the bed, kissing her deeply on the lips. Somehow things went to his control and as soon as they were parting he was picking her up, carrying her into the bathroom where they would begin the rest of the night in the tub. Neither he nor his wife really had much control over their arousal, their repressing it during the day providing them with the desire to continue to explore one another until they begrudgingly slept; sated for the time being.