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ATTENTION: SEASON 5 IS ABOUT TO START IN THE US VERY SOON. I WILL TRY TO WATCH IT OVER THE INTERNET. HOWEVER, IF THAT IS NOT POSSIBLE, I WILL WAIT FOR IT TO COME TO TV HERE. THAT COULD TAKE A VER LONG TIME. SO WHEN I SAID THIS SERIES WOULD CONTINUE AT LEAST UNTIL BECKETT SAYS "ILY" IN THE SHOW, I MEANT WHEN I SEE IT. HONESTLY, I DON'T REALLY SEE THE POINT OF CONTINUING IT FOR VERY LONG AFTER THAT. SO, AS UNLIKELY AS IT IS THAT SHE WILL SAY IT IN THE FIRST EPSISODE, IF THAT HAPPENS, PLEASE DO NOT MENTION IT IN THE REVIEWS. IN FACT, DO NOT MENTION IT WHENEVER IT HAPPENS UNTIL I SAY I'VE SEEN IT, PLEASE. FEEL FREE TO MENTION ANY AND ALL OTHER SPOILERS IF YOU LIKE, JUST NOT THAT ONE; I'M AFRAID IT MAY STIFLE MY ABILITY TO KEEP GOING. THANK YOU.
I did not expect to update so soon but Martha and Alexis both suddenly decided to cooperate with me. Unfortunately, they chose to do so while I was trying to sleep and wouldn't leave me alone until I typed this up. It's probably a good thing since I needed this up before September 25th (one day ahead here if you didn't already figure that out from the upload dates).
Upload Date: September 18, 2012
Chapter Rating: M
Chapter Summary: Both scenarios are set between the first two episodes of season five, both dealing with Martha and Alexis's reactions to walking in on Castle and Beckett visiting Grandma (if you are reading this out of order, that means "Having sex")
#20: Alexis (Take 1)
Castle is pleasantly surprised to find that Alexis is taking his relationship with Beckett fairly well, after a less than thrilled initial reaction.
#21: Martha
Martha visits Beckett under the pretense of apologising for interrupting sexy-times with Castle in order to find out where she stands with her son.
#20
Castle took a deep breath as he entered the loft. Alexis was sitting on the couch, reading.
"Hey," he said tentatively.
"Oh, hey Dad," she said casually, looking up. "Did Beckett get home ok?"
"Uh, yeah, I was just there." He didn't feel it necessary to fill her in on the rest of the day's events.
"Yeah, I thought you might have been."
Castle didn't know what was worse – the anger she had displayed this morning or the calm nonchalance she was showing now.
He sat next to her uncertainly.
"Um... so, maybe we should talk about what you saw this morning.'
"Dad, we already had The Talk ten years ago, remember? You don't need to explain anything to me. I know how this stuff works."
"Uh – y – b -" He sighed. "I don't mean that. I mean, the fact that it was Kate."
"So, it's Kate now?" she inquired with mild interest.
"Well, it's not Detective Beckett any more. She quit."
That was enough to make her put her book down. "Really? Huh. So, you're... not going back to the precinct.?"
"I'm not really sure," said Castle. "Probably not for the foreseeable future. But Alexis, I need you to understand that last night wasn't just some sleazy one-night stand.. Kate and I... well, I guess we're sort of dating now."
Alexis shrugged. "OK." She went back to her book.
"OK? That's it?"
She sighed and looked up again. "What do you want me to say?"
"I don't know. You seemed to have a lot of things to say this morning."
"Yeah, look, I'm sorry about that. It just came as a bit of a shock is all. To be honest, it's not like I didn't see this coming. But with you leaving and everything... I thought you had cut ties with Beckett."
"We did. I guess we made up."
"Well, then, I'm happy for you?"
"Really?"
"Well, you love her, right?"
He paused and then nodded earnestly. "Yeah, I do."
"And she loves you."
He took a deep breath. "I think so."
"That wasn't a question."
Castle blinked. "What, did she tell yo that?"
"Of course not. She didn't need to. Dad, I know I told you I'm still your little girl; and part of me will never stop being that– but another part of me is also a woman now, and a woman knows when another woman's in love. I know Beckett doesn't exactly wear her heart on her sleeve like you; but I've picked up on some things over the years, and from what I can see, she's pretty far gone."
He stared in a slightly dazed stupor, before shaking it off. "Well, uh, that's... interesting," he said, trying to keep his tone casual. "So, you're OK with this?"
"Yeah, Dad, I've always liked Detective Beckett. I just didn't like the danger you were in being around her -and I know it wasn't her fault. But if she's not a cop any more, I have no objections. What you you do in your personal life is none of my business."
"So, you really don't mind?" he asked again, just to make sure.
"I really don't, she said sincerely.
Three days later...
It still felt a bit surreal, waking up with her body tangled up with Castle's. The best kind of surreal, but still. Understandable, since it had only been four days.
She smiled contentedly as she watched him sleep, before spreading soft open mouth kisses across his chest.
His breathing hitched and he stirred. Taking this as encouragement, she kissed her way up his collarbone, nibbling at his shoulders, sucking his neck,, her lips moving up to softly brush his jaw.
He sighed as his eyes slowly opened, taking in the information.
"Hey," he said softly.
"Morning,"" she replied."
Blinking, he looked around. Smiling slowly, he pulled her in closer. "Mm, I love your bed."
"Really? It's not as big as yours."
"Oh, that's part of what I love about it. It's cosy."
"Well, get used to it, because after what happened the other day, I don't think I'm gonna go back to the loft for a while."
"That's probably a good idea,' he agreed, "although I spoke to Alexis and she's cooled down. She's OK with us."
"Really?"
"Yeah, she says if I'm happy and safe it doesn't bother her.'
"Hmm. Well, good."
He simpered at her.
"What?"
"Nothing. It's just... something else she said."
"What."
"It's – she thinks you're in love with me."
Beckett raised her eyebrows, blushing slightly. "Well," she said awkwardly, "yeah, I kind of thought we went over that."
"Um..." said Castle, containing his giddiness, "no, not in so many words."
She sighed in mock exasperation. "Oh, yeah, I forgot, you're a writer. You need words."
"Well, no, you don't have to - "
"It's fine, Castle." She bit her lip. "I love you," she said quietly.
Castle thought his jaw might break from the smile that spread across his face.
"Well, I love you, too."
#21
Of all the people Beckett might have expected to be at her door, Martha Rodgers was not one of them.
"Martha! Wow. Um, hi."
"Afternoon, Kate. How are you?"
"Um... fine. Come in."
This was their first meeting since Martha and Alexis had walked in on her and Castle and Beckett in a compromising position. As she closed the door behind her, she took a deep breath. She was not looking forward to this.
"Um – can... can I get you anything?"
"Oh, no, I'm perfectly fine."
Beckett nodded, "Do you want a seat – I mean, would you like to sit down?"
"Thank you," said Martha, sitting down on Beckett's couch.
Beckett sat across from her, changing positions anxiously every three seconds.
"Nervous, Kate?"
"Uh... well, a little."
"I understand. I just wanted to apologise for the other week."
"No, I'm sorry. I'm sure the last thing you expected or wanted to see was your son, um..." She couldn't finish that sentence.
"Oh, please, Kate, give me a little more credit. I long ago accepted that Richard is a sexual being. It's a very natural, healthy part of the human experience."
Oh, God, Beckett cringed. This was one of the most uncomfortable conversations she'd ever had.
"You're probably wondering why I'm here."
Yeah, what the hell?
"Oh, no, it didn't occur to me. It's good to see you. But now you mention it, what can I do for you, Martha?'
"Kate, lets be frank. Now, I've already had this conversation with Richard but there are two sides to every story. I've only ever really heard his. I just want my son to be happy. And I fully believe you can be the one to make him happy – you already are, in fact."
Beckett smiled slightly at that.
"But I've got to admit, Kate, whenRichard told me things between you were over, I was relieved. Ever since he met you, I've been telling him to – forgive the vulgarity of the expression – crap or get off the pot. And I thought he'd gotten off the pot. That endless back and forth between you, Kate, it was ridiculous."
"I know," said Kate. "And I promise you, I'm done with that. I wanna make this work."
"Are you sure?" Martha pressed.
"Yes," said Beckett simply.
"Because he's a good man, Kate. He deserves the best."
"I know," said Beckett.
"I need to be sure you're serious."
"Well – look, we said we'd take it slow, but I promise you, I care very deeply for your son an - "
"How deeply?"
"What?"
"Forgive me, Kate but... It seems to me that you are in love with him."
Beckett stared , mouth agape. "Um..."
"But what he told me about how you lied about knowing he loved you – it's confusing. So, I need to hear it from you. Do you love him?"
Beckett inhaled. "Yeah," she said, her voice cracking. Then, she worried Marth might interperet her delivery the wrong way. "Oh, no – I'm just nervous! Don't – I mean it, I love him, I really do."
Martha smirked. "Oh, I know, dear, I just had to be sure you knew." And with that, she left, leaving a mortified Beckett in her wake.
You could cut the tension in the room with a knife when Martha arrived home.
"Oh, hello, Richard, Darling," she greeted him, pretending not to notice.
"Hello, Mother. Out visiting a friend?'
"As a matter of fact, I was visiting your girlfriend."
Castle's lip twitched. "I know," he said through clenched teeth. "I just spoke to her. I don't know what you said, but you really freaked her out. What possessed you to suddenly get involved in my love life?'
"Kiddo, I've been involved in your love life from the moment you started talking to me about girls. I just needed to be sure she was aware of her feelings for you."
"Mother, that is no concern of yours."
"So, you don't want to know what she said?"
"It doesn't matter. That's besides the point."
"Really?"
He nodded and she smirked.
There was a pause.
"Ok, fine," he gave in. "What did she say?"
"Well, what do you think? She said she loves you. Hold on to that one; she's a keeper."
Castle gazed dreamily into the distance for a moment before coming back to earth and shaking himself out of his sappy state. "I'm still mad at you."
"Oh, I know," she said with a wink. "Have a good night." She went off to bed.
Castle glanced at the keys to his Ferrari on the bench.
No. No, he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. He would speak to Beckett tomorrow on he first day back at the precinct.
Where he wasn't allowed to touch her.
Damn it.
He grabbed the keys in resignation.
There was another knock at the door
Please be the creepy hair-sniffing neighbour from 11C, she prayed as she answered.
But it wasn't. It wasn't Martha, either.
Beckett couldn't suppress a smile. "Castle, I'm fine. You didn't have to - "
He cut her off with a searing kiss, engulfing her entire body in his arms, pushing her forward to step inside and kicking the door closed behind him.
At first, Beckett was too taken aback to react; and the way he was touching her was not helping matters. Eventually, though, he did come up for air, and she moved her head away, which only granted him access to her neck, something he took full advantage of.
"Castle," she whispered breathlessly.
"Mm," he grunted against her skin, his voice reverberating through her.
Beckett tried to keep her breathing steady, tried to form coherent thoughts.
"What – are you doing?" she gasped as he fumbled with the buttons of her blouse.
"What does it look like?" he rasped against her hair.
'Castle – oh – Castle, stop."
Castle stilled at her words, resting his head in the crook of her neck for a second before straightening and releasing her blouse from his fingers, his breathing shallow.
"Not that I'm complaining," said Beckett, "but do you mind explaining yourself?"
"A guy can't be spontaneous?"
She tilted her head to the side, examining his expression, the way he was gazing at her, and comprehension began to form.
"Your mother told you, didn't she?"
"Told me what?"
She looked away for a second, smiling bashfully, before looking back up at him.
"That I'm in love with you," she replied.
His breath caught. "Say that again."
She wrapped her arms around him. "I – love – you."
He groaned as he brought his mouth back down to hers. "Again," he demanded against her lips.
"I love you," came her muffled cry.
"I love you," she breathed as he yanked the sleeves of her blouse down her arms.
"Oh, God, I love you," she panted as he hastily undid the top button of her jeans.
No, this was wrong. It felt so right, but it wasn't what she wanted. Actually, it was exactly what she wanted – but she wanted a lot of things with Castle, that was the problem. They couldn't do them all at once.
"Wait," she managed to say.
Again, he stopped right away, rocking back and forth on the spot with her as she held him by the lapels of his jacket.
"Slow this time," she said softly. "We've got all night, Rick.. I wanna take my time with you."
Every part of what she said – including the rare use of his first name, which he didn't miss – turned him on even further. If slow was what she wanted, slow was what she would get.
"Ok," he breathed, inches from her mouth.
Kate Beckett was a woman of her word. She indeed took her time with him, drawing out each excruciatingly long moment, from the delayed journey to the bedroom as they gradually removed each other's clothing; from her torturous caresses as she massaged him on the bed; their diligent explorations of each other's bodies; her soft moans of pleasure as he brought her to the edge with his mouth; to the languid aesthesis of flesh on flesh as they joined, her legs wrapped around his waist as she sat in his lap, holding each other as tightly as possible. He thought she'd surely be the death of him but when his strangely drawn out orgasm finally took hold of him, and he rode the overwhelming sensation, his lips pressed firmly against her breast as she stared down at him with so much trust and certainty in her eyes; culminating in an intense ejaculation which spurred her on as she shattered around him, and they leaned against each other's damp foreheads, breathing raggedly, spent but sated; he was incredibly grateful that she had taken her time with him.
She had already taught him the value of patience; that extraordinary things come to those who wait, and tonight was an excellent example.
Uh... yeah, so, this went in a completely different direction than I had originally intended. I was going to have Castle tease Beckett the next day at the precinct, but Castle just couldn't stay away from Beckett after what Martha told him, so I thought, "Ok, frantic sex against every surface of Beckett's home. That could work". But Beckett really surprised me and said, "No, I wanna do this." So, I listened. I didn't elaborate on the "M" rating because I didn't want to give away the last scene.