Disclaimer: The wording is mine but the characters aren't
OOOOOOOOO
Maybe a hickey, too.
Wait. On him?
Translation: I'm a little submissive = whipped= Kate stronger, sexy= challenge=face punched in.
Didn't mean he couldn't give her one.
He felt a little warmer just thinking about it.
He was an author though, right? Had to get all the details right.
OOOOOOOOO
The last time she had been on the bike can't have been long after Josh left. But at the time she hadn't spared more than a brief thought for her doctor. It had been when she had come back to the city after spending her summer at her father's cabin.
The silence out there made it impossible not to think so she had longed for the energy, the numbness of the city. The distraction.
But it only made her think of the person she had left all those months before.
She had taken to the bike, in the hope it could still give her freedom the way it did so many years before.
Like she could speed past and escape. Leave.
Her father wouldn't be passed out on the bathroom floor. Her friends wouldn't be talking about her. No one would feel sorry for her and no one would see as someone to save.
Except now there was nowhere she could outrun Castle.
Worldwide bestseller.
And so far entrenched in her life she didn't think there was a single object or activity that her brain couldn't connect to him somehow.
And now he was going to wear the leather with her. He wasn't stripping away layers of the Beckett onion anymore, he was as if he was letting himself inside and exploring them with her.
She waited, leaning against the wall outside the male locker rooms. There was only one officer working out in the gym and after a curious look, he ignored her. He thankfully didn't recognise her: fairly new then.
She could understand his curiosity.
A woman, dressed to the hilt in black leather, leaning against the door to the males lockers in a police station.
She didn't take offense.
She knew she didn't look like a typical cop. She did about as much as Castle. Which is why she did more undercover than most of the force outside Vice.
If someone from her own precinct didn't recognise her, it was probably a good sign.
She heard the tramp of heavy boots through the door to the locker rooms and pushed herself off the wall to meet her partner.
She wasn't sure if it was going to be her partner or if he was going to come out in character. She hoped it was the former. She figured she might need a few minutes to adjust to Richard Castle in leather.
Not that she was one of those girls.
To her, motorcycles meant leather was not optional. She had heard all about road-rash. Leather was practical. That was it.
But then again she had never seen Castle in leather. Her opinion might be about to change.
OOOO
Well everything still fit. More or less
He didn't want to think about how long it had been.
He wasn't sure if his size had changed much since he started at the precinct. The long hours there coupled with writing meant that he had to give up the gym routine he had maintained when he was only writing. At the time it had mostly been about setting a good example for Alexis and so that he could keep up with her when they fenced and dueled. Another large component had been vanity. He hadn't exactly been celibate, and he didn't want the stories the women shared after to be about his bulk - at least not above the waist.
Now he still worked out and ran around enough that he figured it mostly made up for the large amounts of takeout at strange times of the day and night.
Beckett and the others probably didn't know about his training. It wasn't exactly a secret but it had never come up.
He needed to be her partner in all the ways it counted.
When he slid into those pants he was very thankful for that training. Infrequent as it was.
Now he was walking, trying to re-adjust to the feeling of the boots. They were heavier than his normal footwear though not by much. They were bulkier though.
He sighed and shouldered his duffel bag, preparing himself for the hazing the boys were going to give him when he walked through the doors.
He was aware of her eyes on him as soon as he left the entered the training room. Sure enough she was standing a few feet from the door, her arms crossed lightly over her chest and leaning comfortably back on one leg. Waiting for him. He couldn't see the guys anywhere.
She had obviously done her makeup at the same time. Usually the tops of her lashes were darker, making them smolder even more when she looked up at him through them. It wasn't intentional he was sure, but that didn't mean that it didn't affect him.
But this time she had gone for an even darker, smoky look around her whole eye.
They matched the slightly wild mane of her dark hair.
Now there he could see a little of Kate. The Katie her father scolded when she came home in leather with a grunge rocker just because she knew her father would have a fit.
Rebellious. Confident and spectacularly sexy.
Breathe.
He drew in a breath feeling his chest expand with it. He had hoped for inconspicuous but it had been that or pass out. He waited for the smirk. A tease. Even a blush. But it looked like he had caught her off guard too. She was still analyzing him.
He took that as permission to drop his eyes from her face to take in her attire.
When he had been getting changed he had allowed himself to, for lack of a better word, daydream about Kate slipping into leather at the same time on just the other side of the wall. He couldn't help but see tight shiny black leather.
He had to reign in that train of thought. His pants were small enough as it was.
While he would have loved to see it, he knew that was not the stuff you wore on bikes.
However, Kate's riding leathers, while not painted on, sheathed her legs and were definitely snug, cutting her figure in a sharp outline. Her jacket looked familiar to the jackets she wore to work, but this one was most certainly the real deal. She had left it open, matching him and he could see it was lined with thick wool. He could clearly see her clavicles under it. The dips they presented to him were achingly tempting and slightly worrying. He would have to feed her more until she made her way back to her usual weight.
He drew in another breath when he saw even her boots had a heel.
He was not going to make it out of that bar.
He might need some Herculean attributes to fight off all the Y chromosomes.
Including his own.
"You look good," he husked out.
"Not too shabby either there, Castle." She still looked a little distracted. He hoped she was as affected as he was at the moment.
"We ready?"
She took a breath and he tried not to look at the way it pushed out her delicate tank top under the open leather jacket.
"Yeah," she smiled. "Partners, right?"
"Right," he agreed. He held out his hand and noted the presence of several heavy rings.
"I should have thought about that," he berated himself. "Rings would look good."
"Not if you're going to possibly punch someone out. Then they're just painful."
"Speaking from experience?"
"Yes."
"So hot," he breathed and drew her into his side. "I'm going to get creamed tonight if you keep that up." She elbowed him and shook her head.
She wriggled a bit and he almost let go before he figured out she was just trying to drop her bag. Then she was pliant, matching her lines perfectly to his. She smelled like fresh shampoo, perfume and leather.
"Glad you weren't dressed like this the first time," he muttered.
"Like what you see, huh?" she rubbed her face lightly against his neck. "Told you wouldn't be able to take the sight of me straddling my bike in my leathers."
"I haven't seen that yet."
"Well soon you won't be able to say that again."
"You mind if I put this down in your cruiser?" He nodded to his bag. Almost four years later and he still didn't have a locker.
"Sure. We can take the elevator from here. I wouldn't mind making the boys wait."
"Well how about we pop out for a cup of coffee while we're down there?"
"I like coffee."
A little R&R?