Disclaimer: Nope. Still don't own Castle.
[No Spoilers in reviews please...]
REALLY IMPORTANT NOTE: At the behest come PMs etc... To me this story is so absurd it's funny, but many aren't seeing it that way. Instead they are offended. SO, if you as in any way easily offended please read no further: there be monsters. It's a ridicule, a grossly exaggerated ridicule of one particular episode [I'm going to tag the 'ridiculous' outline at the bottom.]
A/N: (Edited) The genre is what it is for a reason! Parody (verb): to imitate for purposes of ridicule or satire; to imitate poorly or feebly. OR, Parody (noun): A literary work in which the style of an author or work is closely imitated for comic effect or in ridicule. This is the later: Ridicule - not Humor/Comedy (original genre corrected after review prompt).
A/N 2: Given the reaction to this story, positive and negative, this is an update and I've tried to fix all the typos, etc. Not beta-ed, since to be honest this story is a bit of a lark, and I'd much rather have valuable beta time consumed on 'Changing Circumstances'.
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Beckett was panting, her body contorted into a snaking S-shape, back arched even while her hips were canted upward; directly into the path of those waiting lips that were driving her to the brink of ecstasy.
She ran her fingers through his hair, gripping, grasping, tugging his mouth into closer contact with her wet and wanting core; thrusting her hips at him even as her head pushed back into the pillow behind her and her eyes struggled not to roll back behind her tightly closed lids.
"Fuck! More!"
There was almost laughed response to her desperation, a quiver of breath and tongue that pushed her even further towards an edge she so needed to reach. It had been too long, weeks of frustration, denial of what she needed; so desperately needed relief from the tension that had been residing within her. She needed this so badly, her entire body now burning, bubbling; reminiscent of the champagne he hand handed her immediately on her arrival, shortly followed by the strawberries she could still taste on her tongue even as she longed for the taste of something else.
Her entire body was on fire now, both tense and relaxed, pulsing; eager to be set free, driving her hips to thrust even faster against his face as she felt the approach of the sought after sensory paradise, even as he slipped two fingers deep within her. He beckoned her release closer too with a come-hither motion against her inner walls as he sucked hard on her clit.
It arrived. Release! The glorious nirvana she'd be seeking for weeks, needing desperately for days. Her body locked into it contorted state, no longer her thrusting herself, but still being thrust into by his dexterous fingers, which kept her hovering in the ecstatic state she had finally reached.
She floated there for untold time, her closed eyes no longer blocking light as everything in her sensory realm began to glow white; fire still running through her as he never let her settle, kept pushing, biting, sucking, every time she started to sink back down into normalcy she was dragged back to a new height.
Everything was so intense, so many feelings running though her body, but it wasn't enough, she needed more. The plaintive cry that escaped her was undeniably desperate but she had no regrets or hesitation, every bit of this was worth any later teasing, "More!"
She didn't release the firm grasp she had on his hair as the head slid quickly up her body, only pausing briefly to bite, not suck, not nibble, but distinctly bite at her rock hard nipples; that alone almost enough to push her back over the edge. His eye met hers even as his mouth descended to devour her. She tasted herself on hip lips, his tongue; not the taste she sought, she so wanted him in her mouth now. Her desire was quickly curtailed though as the part of him she so wanted to taste was driven firmly into her waiting, weeping core; no hesitation, no resistance as she was filled completely and a scream driven from her lungs, "Yes!"
No encouragement was needed as he began pounding into her, her legs moving rapidly to wrap around him, crossing her ankles behind his back, giving her the leverage to thrust her hips back at him; to pull hims so intimately close that there hip bones were joined as one as the base of each thrust and counterpoint. She was so grateful that her schedule still left time for yoga and flexibility training. Soon enough her head was bumping into the headboard of the bed as his pistoning hip motions drove her whole body upward.
Still with her hands grasping his hair she pulled her mouth temporarily loose from his to beg for her needs to be fulfilled, "Faster!"
Her wish was granted even as she pulled his mouth back down into a consuming kiss, tongue searching out his, driving beyond his lips in a motion she hoped he would mimic; and he did, mindful of her wants and needs even as she felt the next crescendo approach for both of them.
Kate felt the tension once again building within her, even as she felt him tighten, abs and thighs where they touched her forming a harder surface now. She luxuriated in the knowledge that she was soon going to cross over the precipice again, the simple acknowledgement of it accelerating it's approach. The moment didn't sneak up on her precisely, but still caught her a little by surprise as she felt him come, the extra warmth of him spurting within her lighting the final fuse of her own explosion. She came too, this time white truly flooded everything, her eyes rolled back and the roaring in her hears drowned out his roar and her own screaming release.
They both slumped back, her onto the bed, him onto her; even as he continued to pulse slowly into her. Eventually she pushed him off, rolling him to the side and stretched like a cat, truly relaxed for the first time in weeks. Only moments to rest though, the release had been needed, but she had to get back to the office; had investigations to run.
"I really needed that!"
He let out a sigh of exhaustion before responding, "You are more than welcome!"
Kate quickly rolled of the bed, stumbling slight as she headed to the bathroom to cleanup, "I have to run, back to the office."
"I understand, sometimes things a bit hectic; we can continue this soon though."
She was too busy then pulling on clothes too fast to acknowledge him, she was already late back. Giving him a quick wave and a small smile she headed to the door; firmly grasping the door knobs, taking a deep, finally relaxed breath, she felt ready to face the world again.
Becket felt herself caught from behind just as she was stepping through the doorway, a small laugh escaped her as she was pushed into the door jam and lips descended in her neck. He was incorrigible and just couldn't get enough of her apparently.
She titled her head to the side, granting complete access to the tender and so sensitive skin from below her ear to her collar bone, moving slightly as the mouth descended to suck on her pulse point, drawing a moan from her slightly parted lips, before mumbling softly into her skin, "You forgot these."
Something was pressed into her hand then, and she twisted her head slightly to look down. Something red. She shook the small package slightly, resulting in a shimmy in her whole body, only exacerbating the tremors running through her from the attention she was still receiving, now tongue stoking and teeth nibbling at her neck.
Focusing again she saw what had been pressed into her hand. Red panties. Actually a skimpy red lace thong. It wasn't hers.
As she twisted her head back around and began to push him away she saw them, the other eyes staring at her from down the corridor.
Dark, crystal blue eyes.
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Castle could barely contain his excitement as he walked for his arrival gate towards the exit of Reagan National airport; he'd managed to wrangle a single day off, three weeks into his book tour for Deadly Heat, two more weeks to go.
A single day wasn't much, but the thought of seeing Kate imbued him with such a sense of peace that he couldn't help but hum as he walked. He pulled out his phone to call her but got nothing but voicemail, so he tried her office landline instead, and was picked up by a an officious, harsh sounding male voice.
When asked where Kate was he was told bluntly, "I'm not her secretary, she's not out on official business; said a friend was in town and she was going to meet them at the Watergate." That ended that as Rick was hung up on.
The taxi ride to the Watergate from the airport only took fifteen minutes, and after being dropped off Rick was momentarily at a loss. Where could she be? He considered his options, and decided a little application of the Castle charm might be appropriate, approaching the front desk.
The receptionist was looking down at her computer as he approached, "Excuse me?"
She looked up at him and blushed bright red, "You're Richard Castle!"
Well, he didn't get that reaction too often any more, was working to try and re-establish some of that aura on the book tour in fact, some polishing here might be in order, "Why yes I am!" Big smile he thought. Try not to make it too cheesy.
"Can I get you to sign Deadly Heat? Please! It would mean so much!"
Wow, ok, maybe he should tone down the smile in future, "Sure." As she scampered off, he assumed to collect her copy of his latest novel, he spoke a little louder, "Have you seen this woman?"
He flashed her his phone even as he signed the book to her, reading her name tag for the dedication. The picture of Kate from just a few weeks earlier, easily identified her; and the receptionist, wrapped in starring at her newly signed book glanced at it and responded, "Oh yes, she asked for directions to the penthouse."
After she had pointed him on his way, Castle began to bounce a little in his step as he approached the elevators; closer, he though, closer and closer to the reunion he sought. A short ride later the doors opened and he could see the penthouse doors.
Castle was walking along the short corridor from the elevator to the penthouse suite when the doors were pulled open. He saw her step out, her beauty always mesmerizing him, Kate, his fiancé.
There saw another figure stride quickly out of the door, capture her with both hands on her waist and push her abruptly back against side of the door. It was her laugh, or giggle, he couldn't precisely define; but it was that sound that froze him solid. He noticed then, the rumpled blouse, buttons done up crookedly, her skirt was twisted, the zipper mostly pulled up, but in front rather than to the side as he knew it should be on that item.
He watched, unblinking, unable to move, as she basked in the attention the man was paying to her neck, twisting her head, moaning in pleasure; sounds he knew well. Unable to move he couldn't look away as she fumbled with some red lace the man had handed her, suddenly she looked up and they locked eyes. Both frozen now.
The guy sucking on her neck obviously noticed something had changed, looking up at Kate and then twisting to look behind him. Rick saw him clearly for the first time, just as Erik Vaughn spoke directly to him, breaking the still life tableau, "Mister Castle, I was right, you really didn't know what you had."
Rick turned and rapidly began walking away as a voice called out behind him, "Rick! I can explain!"
As he reached the elevators the voice called out again, made softer by distance, "It didn't mean anything to me."
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NOTE: The 'ridiculous' outline... Mainly it was a ridicule of Squab & Quail that's all. A grossly exaggerated ridicule. No immediate sex from Castle? Find it from somewhere else; from a playboy (who slips her the wrong underwear); then wipe the slate clean with 'it meant nothing'.