Hey there!
So, since you all sent me such gorgeous, pretty reviews, and since most of you requested more, and I'm not one to disappoint, here you go! I think one of the reviews made was along the lines of 'evil evil evil you for stopping there.' So yes, I have continued. And yes, I may or may not have more in store for our lovely little couple ;) And yes, I may or may not be a bit of a tease. Just a bit, I swear ;)
It's taken me a little longer than I thought, and there's still more on its way, but at least this is a bit for you guys to muse over. It is shameless smut, and I'm not ashamed one bit. Anyway, since you all asked so nicely, enjoy!
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Thank you my lovely people, enjoy! x
He gathered his belongings as quickly as he could, his fingers trembling as he fumbled with his laptop case. His pants were straining almost painfully and his blood was rushing in his ears.
The image of Katherine Beckett falling apart under his touch, cheeks flushed, coated in a tiny sheen of sweat seemed to be burned into his retinas. Every time he closed his eyes that was all he could see, which was doing nothing to help him cool off.
He could smell her in the air, the distinct scent of cherries and her, laced with something slightly heavier, slightly musky. Castle froze as he realised that the scent was her arousal. His head spun slightly as he inhaled deeply, relishing the heady combination, trying hard to impress it into his memory.
Suddenly he shook his head and almost laughed at himself. Creepy much? He thought to himself as he continued to shakily pack away his things. Luckily his laptop bag hung at the right level to cover his prominent arousal, now he just had to make it out of the precinct without detection. He had taken three steps towards the door when it hit him.
He was about to take that leap with Beckett. He was going to take her back to his apartment, and he was going to do everything he'd ever dreamed of, and more. His heart pounded harder as he was hit with a series of scenarios that he could undertake. He clearly had Beckett's approval.
With that thought on his mind and Beckett's name on his lips, he slung his bag over his shoulder strategically and strode out to the desk.
Beckett stood in front of Esposito and Ryan's desk, briefing them, clearly back in her no-nonsense Detective mode. His cheeks warmed as his head once again presented him with the image of the way her lips had fallen open as she had...
"Castle! Are you even listening to me?" She barked, eyes narrowed in her best death glare. Esposito and Ryan were looking at him suspiciously, and he instantly wiped the dreamy expression off of his face.
"Sorry, just lost on a particularly interesting train of thought," he said cheekily, delighting in the fact that Beckett's death stare faltered slightly as her eyes betrayed her desire, his comment clearly provoking some interesting mental images in her mind. Castle made himself a mental note to extract those images from her later, and to fulfill them to the very best of his ability.
Beckett finally regained her ability to think and continued briskly.
"Right, well when you're finished daydreaming, I'm going to head off soon. We've got no leads as of yet, and the paperwork can't be done without the lab report, which we're still waiting on."
"Awesome, which means I can still catch the movie marathon that's on tonight!" Castle said excitedly, praying that Beckett would take the hint and go along with it. The last thing they needed tonight was to have to explain to the boys what had happened.
Beckett's eyes crinkled in the corners slightly, showing that she had indeed caught on.
"You really are a child at heart Castle. Off you go then, don't let us stop you. Have a good weekend," she said in her usual mocking tone, striding over to her desk and beginning to pack up her things. Only he noticed the way her knees were still a little shaky, her normally fierce stride slightly unsteady.
He grabbed his jacket and checked he had his car keys before looking over at the guys, who had gone back to their paperwork, thankfully unsuspicious.
"Night guys," he said chirpily, waving before striding to the elevator.
He got in and pressed the button, sending a quick text to Alexis to find out what her plans for the night were. He knew his mother was away with girlfriends for a week, investigating a new shopping centre. He winced as he recalled she had also taken his card with her.
He had just reached the car park when he got a text back, and Alexis's reply made him grin. She was going to a girl's night with a few of her friends from school, and promised that she would do extra study over the weekend to make up for it.
Castle stood by his car for what felt like an eternity, his pants still straining uncomfortably. Finally, he heard the telltale click of heels heading in his direction.
He lifted his gaze and saw his Detective striding quickly towards him. He sat up from where he was leaning on his car, but before he had a chance to get a word in she had grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket and pushed him back against the car, her lips locking with his almost aggressively.
He pulled her body flush with his as their tongues battled for dominance, her naturally controlling personality forcing her to take charge. A moan slipped from her mouth as he pressed his fingers into her back and hips.
"Kate, as hot as this is, I don't want our first time to be against a car in the precinct parking lot. Not very comfortable for one thing, and for another, there are security cameras. I know, I've seen them," he managed to gasp. Beckett wasn't helping the situation at all; her hips were grinding into his now raging arousal, her fingers pressing hard into his chest.
"Let's go back to my place, the family is out for the night," he breathed, pressing his lips to her throat.
"No," she said, the lust and arousal positively dripping from her words, "my place. I'm not a quiet lover, and one night is no where near enough time for what I want to do to you."
The implications of her words and the way that her body was responding to his touch nearly toppled him over, desire coursing through his veins like fire.
"Well in that case, hurry up and get in your car, and get to your place," he breathed.
In a flash, she was out of his arms and halfway across the parking lot to her car. How she had the willpower to simply turn around and walk away he couldn't fathom, but he got into his car and shakily turned it on.
He followed Beckett to her apartment, and he smirked as she almost broke the speed limit upon reaching the backstreets.
After climbing out of his car and locking it with unsteady fingers, he practically flew over to Beckett's apartment building, finding her waiting impatiently by the door.
The ride in the elevator was tense, mere centimeters left between them. Castle didn't dare close that gap, or they would never make it to her apartment. In the silence between them, his heart was beating so loud that he could swear she could probably hear it.
He could hear her breath coming fast and shallow, doing nothing to help him resist taking her then and there. Finally, as the air became so tense that he could barely stand it, Beckett gave in.
She turned and lunged for him, and he caught a glimpse of raw, animalistic lust in her eyes before her lips fused to his and her body slammed his against the wall of the elevator.
A muffled grunt left his lips, partly due to the collision, partly due to the way Beckett was now grinding her hips into his. Her hands were in his hair, scraping down his chest, pressing hard into his back. She nipped his lip with her teeth, arching her back at his touch.
Then, the elevator slowed. Castle had taken the ride up to Beckett's apartment enough times to know that they hadn't reached it yet. As the doors slid open, he caught the glimpse of a man in a grey sweater that would have been in his mid to late sixties.
To his surprise, Beckett didn't jump out of his arms and away from him. Instead, she kissed him harder, holding onto him as though for dear life. It wasn't until the man, clearly uncomfortable, cleared his throat that she stopped.
She turned around and faced the elevator doors, pressing her gorgeous curves into Castle's groin, making him bite his lip to stop a groan slip out.
He pressed his fingers sharply into her hips, hoping to make her stop. It seemed to have the opposite affect; instead of pulling away she pushed in harder. Castle made a mental note to thoroughly explore her hips later to discover that particular pressure point again.
The elevator stopped at the floor below Beckett's, and the man made a hasty exit without looking back. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Castle spun her around and took her face in his hands, kissing her with fervor.
"I'll get you back for that one," he muttered as she dug her fingers into his back. She chuckled slightly, her voice low and husky.
The elevator doors slid open again, finally at the right floor. She slipped out of the doors in a flash, walking with an added sway of the hips.
"Tease," he muttered to himself as he followed her at a brisk pace. As she fumbled around for her keys, he slipped his hands along the curve of her spine, lightly pressing the very tip of his fingers into her skin.
He felt a shudder ripple through her body and he felt a slightly smug smirk reach his lips. He leant in close to press his lips against the edge of her ear.
"You want to be a tease? Two can play at that game," he breathed, delighting in the way that her body arched into him and a subtle gasp left her lips.
The door swung open and they almost tumbled through, tripping over each other in an attempt to get into her apartment as quickly as they could.
Lips locked together, Castle found himself pushed up against the front door of her apartment, shutting the door with a loud bang. Beckett's hand slipped past him and locked the door before starting to slip Castle's jacket from his shoulders.
He didn't want to let go of her hips, but her hands pushed harder so he relented. However as soon as the jacket hit the floor with a soft thump he grabbed her again.
His mind was reeling; he couldn't believe that he was kissing his Kate, and that they were finally here.
He pulled her in for another kiss, and they picked up where they left off, the passion and heat of their embrace almost overwhelming. She began pushing him towards the bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt and kicking off shoes as they went.
Her breath was hot in his ear, his pants feeling horribly tight. He slipped his hands under the back of her shirt, running his fingers along the curve of her spine. His thigh slipped between hers, and the friction through her jeans drew a moan from her lips.
"Oh God Kate," he mumbled as her moan made his head spin slightly. She was intoxicating, crowding and almost overwhelming all of his senses.
He pressed his lips against her neck hungrily, nipping and smoothing her supple skin with his teeth and tongue. Her hands worked steadily at his belt until it unclasped just as the back of her legs hit her bed.
With a wicked smile she began to slide his pants over his hips and down his legs, making him quiver. He stepped out of his pants and kicked them away, leaving him in only his dark blue boxers and shirt, which she slid off instantly.
Beckett's hands then slid towards his boxers, making his hips jerk slightly, but to her disappointment he grabbed her wrists and held them above her head.
"Oh no Beckett, that's not how this is going to happen. You wanted to be a tease; now this is my payback," Castle practically growled, watching with lust filled eyes as a shudder of arousal shook through Katherine Beckett's body.
Her mouth fell open slightly as he picked her up and put her down on the bed, his behaviour suddenly dominant and controlling. It was a side of Castle she hadn't seen much of before.
He straddled her legs, effectively keeping her pinned to the bed. He slipped a hand along the inside of her blouse, skimming the bottom of her bra with his thumb. With steady fingers he began popping the buttons open, pressing soft kisses to each part of skin he exposed.
Beckett's eyes fluttered shut, soft moans leaving her lips at his touch. She lifted her torso willingly, letting him slip the blouse off of her. Before she could lower her body to the bed again he unclasped her bra with one hand, discarding it almost carelessly over his shoulder.
His eyes slid down her neck to feast on the newly exposed skin. His fingers followed soon after, starting at the base of her jaw and travelling down, touching her breasts for the first time. He scraped his thumbs over her nipples, earning a delectable sound from Beckett that was halfway between a whimper and a purr.
He moved forward and lowered his lips to her neck, nipping with teeth and soothing with his tongue. He was leaving marks and he knew it. Beckett arched her chest against him as he pressed his lips on the very edge of her breast.
"Castle, please," she mewled, and he happily obeyed her uncharacteristic pleading. He lowered his mouth to her nipple, running his tongue over it and taking it into his mouth. She gasped with pleasure as he tweaked the other nipple between his thumb and finger slightly. Beckett could barely comprehend that she was already so close to losing control and he hadn't even taken off her pants yet.
Castle began pushing her back down to the bed, and as soon as her body touched the mattress again he began trailing kisses down her stomach, his hands running down the length of her body to the waistband of her jeans. As he did, he swapped his mouth to her other nipple, providing delicious relief from the tension Beckett could feel building.
He proceeded to pull her jeans down her legs, revealing her simple black underwear. His tongue traced the line of her bellybutton, eliciting a gasp from her lips. Tracing his fingers down the curve of her stomach, he touched his nose to the tender inside of her thigh.
Tantalizingly and almost cruelly slow, he began to slide her underwear down her incredible legs, being careful to touch as little flesh as possible. It occurred to her that she should feel a little more self-conscious about the fact that she was splayed across her bed with not a shred of clothing on.
However as Castle slipped the underwear from her and pressed his lips to her ankle, she lost any lingering doubts or insecurities as the arousal coursed through her veins.
He pressed slow, lingering kisses all of the way up her legs, leaving her positively squirming for more. He wanted to savour every moment of Katherine Beckett being at his mercy and under his control, for it didn't occur often.
When he had kissed up and down both legs and returned to her belly button, humming faintly, Beckett finally managed to turn her animalistic and incomprehensible whimpers and cries into a single, pleading word.
"Castle."
He looked up to meet her eyes, hazy and filled with lust. Yet they were still her eyes, her glittering, sparkling, beautiful eyes that were currently wide and fixed on him, somewhere between velvety brown and brilliant green.
Castle had noticed that her eyes changed depending on her mood and what she was wearing. At the moment the brown threatened to take over the green completely, giving her a stunning doe-eyed appearance.
And with her staring down upon him like that, he almost lost his resolve to tease her and to just take her there and then. He grinned, determined to remember the desperate look on her face forever. Then he gently ran a finger along her length, earning a breathy groan from the Detective, her head falling back onto the bed.
He gave her just enough to ignite the embers in her belly but not enough to really get her off. He inhaled deeply, once again her musky scent overwhelming his senses and almost driving him to insanity. Hooking her leg over his shoulder, he ran his tongue along her for the first time and her whole body shook. He only just managed to control himself, and keep his pace torturously slow.
Finally, Beckett's desperation took over and she gave in.
"Castle!" She basically growled, winding her fingers through his hair and pushing him harder. She needed harder, faster, more.
Castle let out a low, evil chuckle and rather than giving into her pleads, he stopped completely. As her mouth fell open in protest he captured her lips with his, effectively swallowing any complaints she had.
The kiss was hot and frantic, she could taste herself on his tongue along with his own unique taste and the thought of it drew yet another moan from her lips. His hands barely brushed her hips and she bucked into him, showing just how desperate she was.
With a frustrated whimper Beckett slid a hand down between them, and it took Castle a second to realise she was touching herself, hard and fast. A powerful wave of arousal hit him, making his head spin as all the remaining blood travelled south.
He took several deep yet almost gasping breaths before snatching her hand away. Beckett growled, meeting his eyes again. The look on her face almost killed him on the spot.
Her mouth was open, gasping for air, her tongue darting out every now and then to wet her lips. Her eyes were dark, almost completely dilated, wide open and full of almost angry lust. Every inch of her face screamed predator, and for a moment he was unable to move, held in place by the dominance in her gaze.
They held each others gaze for as long as they could stand it. Then, Beckett let out a slight gasp, barely breathing out his name.
He lunged forward, capturing her lips in his hungrily. She flicked her tongue against his, battling him for dominance. Her leg wrapped around his waist and he could practically feel her whole body tense in preparation to flip him. He smiled against her lips, proud that he could read her so well.
Just as she used her core muscles to try and flip and pin him, he flung himself carefully across her, pinning her to the bed. Her eyes flew open in surprise-clearly her flip had never failed her before.
"Nice try Kate, but I want to control you this time. Let me lead for once," he growled into her ear, running his tongue along the shell of her ear before nipping the soft skin underneath it.
She growled, both out of pleasure and indignation. He nipped a tendon in her neck, running his tongue down to her collarbone and earning a softer, more reluctant whimper. He slid a hand down between them, running his fingers along her, slipping one inside and biting back a groan at how good she felt.
Beckett let out a muffled moan, biting her lip to stop her cries from being louder.
"That's it Kate, let it out. Tell me what you need," Castle whispered; his voice husky and seductive. Beckett cried out, louder this time, yet she shook her head.
"Come on Kate, you're okay, just tell me what you want. Tell me, what do you want me to do?" She opened her eyes and met his, and she realised that though he was playing the dominant partner, he was still giving her the control that she needed, and also an out if she wanted one.
"Take off your pants," she managed, her voice a husky whisper.
"Don't move, and no touching. I want to do that myself," Castle said mischievously. He withdrew his fingers, making a sigh fall from Beckett's lips. To his pleasure, she stayed just as he'd left her, arms above her head, spread out completely across the bed.
He slipped his fingers under the waistband of his boxers and slid them off. His arousal stood to attention proudly, and Beckett let out a barely audible cry as she saw him exposed for the first time.
"Touch yourself," Beckett breathed, sitting up slightly so she could see him.
Warning bells clanged dimly in Castle's head. He knew he wouldn't last long; the thought of her watching him get off and turning her on was too much to bear.
"Kate..." he breathed, "I'm not sure that's a good idea..."
But at the look on her face, he awkwardly reached down and took himself into his hand, letting out a short, sharp gasp as he did so.
He managed a few strokes before his head started to get fuzzy. He stopped instantly and leant over Beckett again, pressing his lips to her neck desperately. The effect of his little show was evident; her breath was coming fast in short shallow gasps.
She reached down and took him into her soft hands, and his hips jerked slightly. She ran her fingers from his balls all the way up before rubbing her thumb over the tip. He bit back a groan, burying his face into the crook of her neck and panting against it.
"Please Rick... I need you," she gasped, wrapping her legs around his hips and pulling him in close. His arousal pressed into her hip and she cried out as it hit that pressure point he'd found earlier in the elevator.
"Need me where, Kate?" Castle said, and she faltered, either incapable of speaking or simply not willing to answer. He pressed his hips into her harder. He needed her to say it, so that he knew this was okay.
"Where?"
"In me, God, Rick, I need you in me now. Please," she burst out, her voice becoming shrill with desire. "Please Rick."
As soon as the words left her mouth he gave up on the teasing. He'd claimed his revenge, and now he wouldn't deny it to either of them any more.
Wrapping her arms around his neck and moving just so, he slid into her in one, smooth motion.
They both cried out at the feeling, the perfect, indescribable way that they fit so perfectly. Castle could barely move, barely think, barely breathe at the way that he filled her so completely, the way she was so warm and hot and delicious.
"Rick. Move, now," she begged, her voice a mere whisper.
He picked up the pace instantly, knowing that neither of them would last very long. Her feet were digging into his ass, her nails scraping down his neck, his shoulders, his back, through his hair; anywhere she could reach.
He realised she was chanting his name, like a prayer, over and over, in a tiny whisper.
"Come on Kate, let it out. I want you to scream," he managed, and with that he slipped a hand between them and found her clit. To his satisfaction, her moans and cries became loud, desperate as she began to shake uncontrollably.
"Rick, oh God, Rick I don't...think I can hold on..." she cried, her nails digging in almost painfully.
"Good, that's it, it's okay Kate, let go. I've got you," he whispered, and with a few last, erratic thrusts she was clamping around him, tightening her legs around his hips and practically screaming.
Her high threw him over the edge, and with a strangled cry he came apart too, his world splintering as they came together, the feeling indescribably perfect.
His next conscious thought was to roll slightly so he wouldn't squash her, but to his surprise, she grabbed hold of him.
"Don't move, please. Just stay," she whispered, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. Though his limbs felt heavy and he was still trembling from head to toe, his chest was full of such adoration and love that he felt as though he could fly.
She was practically glowing on the pillow beneath him, a thin layer of sweat making her skin glitter slightly. If he thought she looked beautiful earlier in the Precinct, it was nothing compared to her now. Her cheeks and chest were slightly flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she came down from her high. She was positively radiant.
He rolled again, this time taking him with her so that she was spread across his chest. Almost absentmindedly in his hazy, glowing, post coital mind he started running his hands through her hair, across her smooth, soft back, writing simple nothings like I love you.
Her fingers ran down his chest, her nails softly scratching his nipples. She gently pressed her lips against his chest, earning a gentle rumble from his chest.
It was so intimate, so private that the rest of the world had completely faded away. He was quite happy to just lay with her forever, legs entangled, the quilt forgotten beneath them-the body warmth that she provided was enough to keep him warm.
He chuckled slightly as a thought occurred to him and Beckett looked up at him with a curious look on her face.
"To think, this all started because I couldn't keep my mind out of the gutter this morning," he said with a chuckle. The corners of her eyes crinkled as a grin spread across her face.
"Yeah, about that. What exactly brought that on?" She said somewhat shyly, and he was shocked to see a bit of a blush bloom on her cheeks.
"What brought that on? You did, Kate. You are the best kind of distraction. I just can't help it when you're around. Hell, I can't help it even when you're not. How do you think it's so easy for me to write the Nikki Heat books?"
He was slightly mocking, but there was a serious tone to his voice, and she smiled, pulling her lip between her teeth, just as she had been doing earlier.
"And that! The way you bite your lip," he let out a low growl, his grip in her hair tightening slightly. She chuckled slightly, deliberately biting it harder.
"You want to know a secret?" She said seductively, sitting up a little straighter.
"From you? Always," Castle said softly, earning him a warm smile.
"It's exactly the same for me. I can't stop thinking about you, all the time. Earlier, before I came into your office, I was thinking about..." She trailed off, turning a pretty shade of pink and hiding her face in his chest.
"What? You were thinking what? Come on Kate, tell me," Castle said with a laugh, pulling her chin up so that he could meet her eyes.
"I, well, don't laugh, but I was thinking about you," Castle frowned, hadn't she just told him that she thought about him? How was that any different?
He opened his mouth to ask her what she meant, when her eyes met his again. Suddenly it clicked. She was giving him that look. The same predatory look that he'd seen so much of today.
Oh. Oh.
She was thinking about him. Like that. In that way. Castle was shocked, rendered speechless for a moment.
"That's why when I read your writing, it, erm, hit me so hard." Beckett said quietly, the blush brightening as she buried her face into his chest.
Castle felt a smirk begin to reach his lips as he contemplated her words.
"So you were at your desk...thinking about me? What exactly were you thinking?" He said, his voice lowering to a husky rumble.
Beckett's head shot up, looking at him incredulously. She smacked him softly. "I'm not telling you!"
Castle put on his best pout. "Why not? I mean, you read my fantasy, so now it's your turn to tell me yours. You could always show me." He said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
A mischievous grin found her lips and her eyes started sparkling with mirth as she sat up a little straighter.
"Show you huh? Well, in that case..."