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A/N: We've passed 300 followers! Thanks so much. Man, remember when I was ecstatic over 28 followers? And now I'm on 309. So humbling.
I'm so happy about how well the previous chapter was received. The first scenario - where Beckett proposes - is my favourite scenario so far and I was thrilled to find some people agreed with me.
Ladies and Gentleman, I give you the reason for the M rating. Once it had the M rating it gave me the freedom to not always censor myself with certain scenarios, but these were among the original ideas I've been carrying around in my tattered, cover-less notebook. I've been saving them and finally feel ready to release them to the world. I've spent the last few days fleshing them out and polishing them so I hope you enjoy.
I've obviously written sex scenes before, but never anything like #71. My hope is that it was tasteful yet still realistic. You may notice I kept it vague but hinted at the logistics just enough that I think it will work. If you disagree, don't be afraid to let me know. I think these kind of scenes can be romantic but I also get that some people can't stomach this type of situation and I tried to be respectful of that.
Upload Date: 29.03.12
Chapter Rating: M
Chapter Summary: Shameless smut scenarios in which Beckett confesses her love for Castle during and after sexy-times.
#70
Camping Trip
#71
Firsts
#72
Ready to be Ready
#73
Just Relax
#70
She persuaded him to leave his elaborate luxury tent and premium camping gear behind. She wanted him to have a proper camping experience.
He was reluctant at first. But lying here, in this three-man tent he fit surprisingly well into, Becket snuggled up to him, the rain a peaceful pitter-patter outside of the tent, he had to admit it was kind of nice without all the distractions – and he still had his favourite distraction lying next to him.
Beckett stirred, awoken by the rain.
"Castle, you awake?"She whispered.
"Mm-hmm."
"Rain's too loud."
"It's ok, just go back to sleep."
Beckett's arm ran up and down his body through his sleeping bag.
"Help me."
"Want me to tell you a story?"
Beckett grinned in the darkness, shaking her head.
"Uh-Uh."
"Sing you a song."
"I've heard you sing."
"Then what, Kate?" he asked, turning towards her. "Name it."
Beckett grinned sheepishly.
"Rock me to sleep?" she finally asked.
Castle smiled.
"You promise you won't fall asleep 'til after?"
"Promise."
"Ok, you pulled my leg," he sighed in resignation.
Beckett giggled as he unzipped her sleeping bag , slipping his hand beneath to find her warm, willing and ready. Moments later, she was inside his sleeping bag and he inside her.
His hand on her back, he gently rocked her back and forth as she hummed in contentment.
"I like being here," she sighed.
"Me, too," he grunted. "It's a nice place."
"No, not the camp site."
She placed her hand on his cheek, her eyes seeking his through the darkness.
"Here," she whispered quietly. "I love being here."
"I love having you here."
"I love you, Castle."
Castle stilled for a second, cupping her cheek with his hand, not only letting her whispered words sink in, but also listening to the unspoken promises and declarations in her touch, and in her presence.
"Make love to me."
He did as she asked. When they reached their peaks, it was like gentle ripples pooling around them, adding to the intensity without detracting from the intimacy.
True to her word, she didn't fall asleep until afterwards - but when she finally did, she slept well.
#71
They had spent two weeks, plus fifteen minutes tonight, preparing for this moment - preparing her for this moment.
They lay naked on the bed, Castle spooning Beckett on her side.
"Are you ready?" he whispered in her ear.
Excitement and anticipation coiled in her stomach.
"Yes," she replied.
Castle nibbled her neck.
"You sure?" he asked against her skin, causing her to emit a low moan.
"I'm positive," she assured him, intertwining one of her hands in his.
"Ok, here I go," he wanted her as he took himself in hand.
She gasped as he slowly entered her.
He paused, kissing her shoulder.
"You ok?"
"Mmm, keep going."
He complied, slowly filling her to the hilt, assisted by the generous amount of lubrication they'd applied.
"Does this feel alright?"
"Mm, it actually feels really nice at this angle."
He chuckled.
"Hmm, I guess all that research paid off. You'll let me know if it hurts, won't you?"
"Mm," she replied, slowly beginning to arch backwards and forwards in time with his movements as his hands caressed her breasts. "We're both learning. We'll get better."
"You already planning more?" he enquired his hands moving lower.
"Oh, Castle," she uttered as his hands reached their destination, still rocking into her at a steady pace. "You know I never would have done this with anyone else, right?"
"Mmm," he replied, nibbling her lobe as his hands moved in time with the rest of his body. "Me neither."
"I've never trusted someone this much."
There was a pause as he continued his movements.
"Thank you for trusting me," he said finally.
"Thank you for earning it," she replied. "I've never..."
"Hmm?"
She inhaled deeply.
"I've never loved anyone I've been with as much as I love you, Castle."
At this point, he kind of knew that. How could he not know that what they had was so special and unique that nobody could touch it, not even Beckett's Superhero ex-boyfriends? That didn't make it any less amazing to finally hear from her lips. He didn't know if perhaps the lack of eye contact made it easier, but if anything, this felt like she was in a more vulnerable position.
He was so proud of her for overcoming her anxiety and telling him with her words what she so often told him with her eyes.
#72
They were always there, at the back of her tongue, waiting to leap out at any given moment. She always held them back, afraid to cross that final barrier, that point of no return that signalled she was really committed; that they genuinely had a future and that terrified her. If they had a future they were no longer playing it by ear and suddenly there would be pressure, pressure to keep up with Ryan and Jenny, pressure to move in, pressure to have conversations about marriage and kids and dogs and houses and china patterns and it was all too much.
She liked where they were right now. Where they were was safe and comfortable and just committed enough to both be secure that this was where the other wanted to be. But it was so hard. She had to keep herself in check all the time to keep those three words from falling from her mouth.
Sex was the worst. When they were making love, they were at their most intimate, and she was at her most uninhibited. She often had to bite back the words to stop them from spilling out; but after a year, she still hadn't and she was proud of herself in a weird twisted way.
But tonight was different. It was their first anniversary, exactly one year after she had come to him and declared her love without actually declaring her love; when they had finally consummated their relationship and tonight, all of it overwhelmed her as she sat with her legs wrapped around his waist, staring into his eyes and at the crucial moment, everything else fell away but those three crucial words as they finally broke free.
"I love you," she gasped into his shoulder.
"Kate," was his reply as he followed her.
After a few moments they finally looked up at each other.
"Castle, did I just say what I think I just said?"
"If you think you just told me you love me, then yeah," he grinned.
She nodded.
"Do you regret it?"
"No, of course not,' she said truthfully. Really it was about time she faced her fears. "I just... can't believe the first time was... like that."
"Neither can I," aid Castle. "That was incredible."
"But... lots of people say things they don't mean in that moment. I need you to know..."
"I already do. I've got to say, I much prefer your first 'I love you' to mine."
Beckett smiled.
"You're really ok with that?"
"Ok with that? Kate, I'm thrilled."
And as he kissed her, she realised maybe she was ready to talk about moving in and china patterns and dogs and kids. Because even if she wasn't ready for all those things just yet, she was ready to be ready. She was ready to be happy.
#73
She slumped down onto the couch in exhaustion. It had been a very long day.
Castle sat next to her, gently rubbing her shoulders.
Beckett turned to give him easier access as he massaged her.
"Mm," she murmured. "Your hands are magic."
Castle smiled. "Just relax."
She tried to - and he was doing an excellent job, his hands applying just the right amount of pressure - but there was something off about it.
Her blouse. It was slightly uncomfortable the way he was touching her through the fabric.
She started to un-buttton her top.
Castle paused.
"Kate, what are you doing? This isn't about that; this is about you."
"Yeah, I know," she said as she pulled her arms out so she was now topless. "I need skin-to-skin contact. It'll feel better."
"Oh, of course. Sorry."
"No need to apo-ohhhhh, God, yes."
Castle gulped uncomfortably as he felt himself begin to get aroused.
Stop it, Rick. Focus. This is not about Mr. Happy, this is about Kate.
"Lower," Beckett whispered.
Castle complied, his fingers spanning the skin of her back. She had a lot of tension to work through.
His hands were generating small sparks on her body, and his warm breath at the back of her neck was affecting her own breathing. The warmth he was generating spread to her stomach, coiling lower...
"Castle," she gasped. "I think you should stop."
He halted immediately.
"Am I pressing too hard?"
"No, no, it's perfect. Too perfect." She craned her neck to face him. "You said this isn't about sex, but with you touching me like that, I..."
Castle lifted his head as it dawned on him.
"Ah."
So, those weren't just innocent massage noises. This was affecting her as much as it was him.
"Well, I said it was about you, Kate," he said, slowly returning his hands and moving them around to her front, slowly skirting lower. "If this helps you relax - "
She gasped as he reached her abdomen.
"I don't see a problem with it." He paused when he reached the top of her slacks. "Is this ok?"
Ok? This was pure bliss.
"Uh, yeah," she replied.
Castle slipped one had beneath her panties, the other supporting it from the outside, softly kissing her neck, ignoring the persistent erection yearning to break free of its silk and denim prison.
She held her breath as he grazed a certain sensitive spot. Kate felt his tongue trace down her shoulder-blade. She squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered as he gently stroked that sensitive area with his thumb while his fingers worked a little magic elsewhere.
The noises of pleasure she was making were sinful. She couldn't speak, so he kissed his way up behind her ear, across to her cheek and finally her lips.
He could sense she was getting close, her skin damp as she moaned against him. The build-up continued until he felt her contracting around his fingers as she came apart in his arms, coming up for air and whimpering as he watched the sensations wash over her features.
Holy fuck, he just wanted to -
No. Get a hold of yourself, Rick; you already knew Kate climaxing was the sexiest thing anyone had ever seen; that's no reason to react like a twelve year old. Keep it in your pants!
Beckett sighed, sagging against his shoulder, eyes still closed as she panted, feeling him kissing from her jaw line to her ear.
As uncomfortable as he was right now, with a topless post-climactic Beckett nuzzled into his shoulder, and a painful erection now at full-mast, he just... loved doing that. As soon as he felt she had relatively recovered, he stroked her hair softly, kissed her on the forehead and gently moved her so she was looking straight ahead.
"Kate, would it be alright if I did that again?"
Seriously? Would it be alright?!
"I'm not going to stop you."
Castle stood up and leaned over Beckett, his arms either side of her body as he kissed his way down. She threw her head back when he reached her scar, and her chest and stomach contracted as his mouth traced her skin down to her naval. Smiling up at her, he pulled her slacks and underwear off, hooking his arms around her legs, bending her knees so her heels were at her bottom. Spreading her legs, he kissed the inside of each thigh before he settled between them and closed his mouth around her.
Beckett's head was getting fuzzier by the second as Castle's tongue expertly flicked and rolled in just the right places and at just the right times.
He chose that moment to thrust his tongue in her, causing her to moan louder. Castle groaned against her, the vibrations setting her off even further. He quickened his pace and increased his intensity. She could feel the pressure in her body start to rise as he laid into her.
He briefly explored her with his lips and tongue, causing her to hum appreciatively, but when he returned to his favourite spot, and added a finger inside her, she cried out.
'Oh, God, Castle!' she panted, fisting his hair. She looked down at him between her legs, his blue eyes focused on only hers. He thrust his fingers and sucked her harder, bringing her dangerously close before he pulled his mouth away.
Smirking, he kissed his way down her stomach, slowing making his way back to his earlier position, tongue swirling around it before thrashing intensely.
She panted and squirmed, arching towards the ceiling as he brought her to the brink.
"Oh, god!' Kate screamed as she climaxed, her thighs trying to clamp around his head. His tongue hadn't stopped hammering, nor did his fingers stop pumping, bringing her to another orgasm quickly.
Beckett couldn't think. She twitched uncontrollably, causing Castle to let out a guttural moan as he felt himself leaking through his boxers, trying desperately to keep his own climax at bay, kissing up her body until he found her lips. She could taste herself on his tongue.
He hummed into her skin, making her tingle right down to her toes as his fingers found her again and resumed his pace. Kate's heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest as he brought her to the brink. She screamed out his name as she exploded and clenched around him.
Rick slowed his pace, moaning as he kissed her up to her breast.
"Castle," she gasped, not wanting to beg for mercy, but unable to see what other option she had.
"Just one more, sweetheart?"
Beckett looked back into his pleading eyes and nodded her consent.
As his mouth went back to work, Castle continued to try to suppress his body's natural impulses; but Beckett's response to him was consuming his senses.
The smell and taste of her desire; the warm pulsing feel of her body's reaction to her; the sound of her voice as she cried out his name and made other less coherent, but equally arousing sounds, all got to him - but it was that look of pure abandonment, cheeks flushed, mouth parted, pupils dilated as she broke that final time which, in turn, finally broke him, as he shuddered in unwanted ecstasy, his body convulsing shortly before expelling hot spurts in his underwear.
He recoiled from her as if burned, sitting back on his legs.
At first, Beckett wasn't coherent enough to register what was going on. Once she returned to herself, she looked down at him curiously.
"Castle?"
His eyes were downcast.
"Castle, did you...?"
"I'm sorry, Kate."
Beckett stared at him for a while, mouth agape, before climbing off the couch to kneel in front of him, gently moving his chin over to face her.
"Sorry? Castle, that was amazing. I mean, I didn't realise what was happening at the time, but I saw - I heard - I felt... Castle, you're amazing."
"It was supposed to be about you."
"It's never just about you or me when we're together. It's about us. Castle, if I ever came just from going down on you, not touching myself or anything, just purely getting off on your pleasure, how would you react?"
He finally met her gaze without being made to.
"That would be... remarkable. Mind-blowing. Fantastic."
She smiled.
"Well, that's how I feel, Rick." She ran a hand through his mussed hair affectionately. "I seriously love you, you beautiful weirdo."
He gaped at her in wonder. Had she really just told him she loved him or was it just a post-orgasmic haze?
"Come on," she said gently, standing up and pulling him to his feet. "Let's get you cleaned up."
Two more chapters and then a hiatus while I work on some original fiction and other fanfiction that's been... let's say neglected lately. But I will be back and How Many Ways to Say I Love You is not over yet.