A/N: Thank you so much for all the feedback, I really, truly appreciate it. This one is more of the usual stuff you are used to. This is an idea that I've had for a while now and I want to explore it for the next few chapters. And well, who can't resist sexy Caskett?
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Oh please, like there would be a hiatus if I were the creator of this piece of television perfection...
Chapter 50 – Howlin' For You
"Oh, God. Oh wow," he slumped back, breathless and chest heaving. "That was just. . ." he was still panting, his mind too muddled to form any coherent sentences. Especially when her lithe, warm, gloriously naked body was still half draped over his.
Early morning sex was the best kind. Particularly when you wake up to open-mouthed kisses traveling down, down, down and eager, groping hands setting every nerve-ending on fire.
Kate lifted her head from his chest and grinned, her cheeks flushed with exertion.
"Amazing?"
Rick chuckled – his heart still racing – and pressed a kiss against her forehead.
"Yeah, something like that," he agreed, brushing a strand of hair off the damp skin of her cheek.
She laid back down and started to absentmindedly trace patterns on his chest with her fingers.
After a while, she broke the silence. "Seems like we're getting better at this each time."
He grinned, happiness and male pride blending to form the smug smile. She never had to fake anything with him - it was all natural ecstasy (and moans of pleasure).
"It's all in the stamina, babe."
She peered at him, an eyebrow lifted and eyes sparkling.
"What about technique, stud?" The grinned fell off his face. She lifted up and rested her arms on his chest, her head cushioned on top of them. "It's all about the. . . thrusting," she breathed before sucking her bottom lip in between her teeth. His eyes widened slightly. Her voice was rough and throaty, the epitome of a thoroughly sated woman.
"Long... hard... deep-"
Before Kate could finish the sentence, his mouth was on hers, his tongue breaking the seal of her mouth. He always got a little desperate and rough when he was aroused; his hands were fisted in her hair, his kisses were bruising, his body was coiled tightly.
The kiss gentled and after a while they the separated, breathless and hearts thumping. Kate smiled, a soft upturn of her lips and brushed one final kiss against his lips.
"Happy anniversary," she whispered against his mouth.
He grinned. "Happy indeed." He wrapped his arms around her and sighed, brushing a hand down her bare back. After a few moments, he spoke again. "I can't believe I've held this long with you."
Kate's mouth dropped open in a shocked and disbelieving laugh. She slapped his chest. "You've held out with me? Oh, please." She rolled her eyes, mouth quirking. "I've had to put up with a big kid for much longer than this."
He grinned. "Big kid, huh?" Suddenly, he flipped them over and pressed her into the mattress with his body.
"Rick!" She squealed in surprise, a laugh tumbling out of her mouth.
"Nothing childish in my behaviour just a few minutes ago, was there, Detective?" He muttered with a grin, nuzzling her cheek, placing open-mouthed kisses along her jaw.
She laughed, a sexy, low rumble that had him shivering. "No, that was all man," she all but purred, arching her body into his and enjoying the way his eyes grew dark and thunderous.
He covered her body with his, voice scratchy and gruff. "One more round?"
Kate nodded, her eyes by now matching the dark, stormy desire reflected in his. She smiled and wrapped her leg around his hip in encouragement.
"Make it quick, stud."
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He was pouting like a child and she told him so. He just couldn't keep the unhappiness off his face. They should be at a restaurant now or at home enjoying a romantic meal, drinking wine and sharing bites and she should be teasing her foot up his-
"Okay, we're ready," Ryan said as he rushed by to his own desk. Rick stay slumped in his chair, still moping.
Instead, they were at work.
"Great," he muttered. He finally got up with a heavy sigh and pulled on the tuxedo jacket. It was their anniversary today. Their second damn anniversary. Couldn't they just get a few hours to celebrate two years of marital bliss? Was that too much to-
"Mm, looking good, Castle."
He whipped around and the air whooshed out of his lungs. He stared at her dumbly, his mouth open and jaw a little slack. She was stunning in a black, strapless evening gown that hugged her waist and hips perfectly before fanning out slightly towards the end. Her hair was pinned up, a few strands framing her face while her long neck was exposed.
He wanted to touch her. Undress her. But in private; preferably their bedroom.
"I... uh... You-" He stuttered, his eyes tripping over her ample curves in the form-fitting, entirely too perfect dress.
Kate approached the desk and dropped her make-up bag into the desk drawer. Her husband was still staring at her; his eyes traveling up and down her body.
"Yeah, I know." She smirked before taking his hand, sliding her fingers in between his. "Come on, Writer Boy, we have work to do."
"Uh-huh."
Best. Anniversary. Ever.
He was like a ninja. No wait, like a spy. A ninja spy. He was being so bad-ass and totally James Bond in the tux and the dry martinis and beautiful woman on his arm-
"Castle, focus," Kate hissed, snapping her husband out of his fantastical thoughts. "We need to get this guy tonight. So keep your eyes open."
He made a show of flicking his eyes downward. "Oh, my eyes are definitely open, Detective," he murmured, waggling his eyebrows and pulling her closer to him. They were on the dance floor because it provided the best vantage point to look out for their suspect. And well, they were all dressed up already.
She sighed and sagged into him a little bit. "Rick, please." His brow furrowed at the resigned tone of her voice.
He cocked his head. "Hey, you okay?"
"Fine." After a moment of silence, she launched into a softly-spoken tirade. "This case is from hell, I'm exhausted, it's my anniversary and instead of having great, hot sex right now, I'm working. So yeah, I'm just friggin' peachy."
He stared at her. "Wow. Okay." His lips quirked. "We need to get home soon for that great, hot sex."
Kate barked out a laugh, the tension and frustration melting out of her in an instant. "Shut up, Castle," she murmured with a smile, her forehead pressed against his cheek.
He placed a kiss in her air and rubbed a hand down her partially exposed back. "Come on, Detective. Let's get this bastard so we can get out of here."
She lifted her head and smiled at him, her eyes softening. "Okay." The detective quirked an eyebrow and straightened. "Let's get the son of a bitch who's ruining-"
"Uh, Kate, I see him," Rick interrupted.
"Where?"
"Right behind you, twelve o'clock."
She nodded her head and pressed a finger to the hearing device in her ear. "We have eyes on him, boys."
"Roger that, Beckett," Esposito's voice crackled. "We're moving in."
Two hours later, they had their man in custody. He confessed to the crime after only fifteen minutes in the box with the two Castles.
Kate sighed, reluctant to pack up and leave the boys to book their suspect and finish the paperwork.
"Are you sure? I mean shouldn't I at least-"
"Beckett, we've got this," Esposito insisted, basically pushing her towards the elevator.
Ryan smiled nodded, his hands in his pockets. "Yeah, you guys get out of here." His smile morphed into a smirk. "I'm sure you'll do the same for me on my anniversary."
Rick nodded vigorously, giving both detectives a thumbs up.
"Thanks guys. We appreciate it." Rick smiled and winked as he guided his wife towards the elevator doors, his hand on the small of her back and her evening gown draped over his other arm.
When the elevator doors closed, Kate sagged against the wall and closed her eyes; the adrenaline waning off and exhaustion setting in.
She could feel his presence next to her, his solid warmth pressing against her. "Tired?" He questioned softly, wrapping his hand around hers.
She hummed. "Yeah, exhausted." Kate opened her eyes and smiled at her husband. "And starving."
Rick laughed softly before pressing a kiss against her temple.
"Remy's?"
She pulled back slightly, her mouth softening into a smile.
"Sounds perfect."
The elevator doors opened and Rick wrapped an arm around her as they stepped out.
"Well, it's not a romantic dinner by candlelight."
Kate shook her head and burrowed further into his side as they walked leisurely in the cool night air.
"No, maybe not." She turned to him, coyly twirling a piece of hair around her finger. "But it's us."
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"Castle, get off me," Kate hissed, trying to dislodge herself from her very handsy husband. "You're insatiable."
He was always a little bit more affectionate after getting lucky (twice).
They were standing in the kitchen with Rick trying to distract his wife by pressing her against the counter - her back to him - and Kate trying to get to work on time.
He sighed and took a step back, holding up his hands. "Okay, okay. Sorry." His mouth curved into a sly smile. "I just can't help it that my wife is so incredibly hot and irresistible."
Kate laughed as she moved past him to the front door. "Smooth, Casanova."
Secretly, she loved it. And he knew she did.
He followed her, coffee cup in hand. "So, how late are you coming home tonight?"
She threw on her coat, her mouth curving into an affectionate smile. "I'll be on time, Rick. I promise." They had reservations and a baby-sitter. She was so not missing date night.
Especially not on their anniversary.
He took her hand in his for a moment, weaving their fingers together. "Good, because there's gonna be dancing." Rick grinned, waggling his eyebrows.
She loved dancing.
"Really?" Kate's face lit up, her eyes suddenly alive with excitement, her mouth sliding open into a beaming smile.
Her husband found it utterly endearing and adorable. So much so that he had to stop himself from throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her back to bed.
His chuckled, the joy painting his eyes in a bright blue. "Yes, really." He tugged her closer to him. "So, Detective, be ready to put on your dancin' shoes."
He leaned in and brushed a light kiss to her still smiling mouth, drinking in her beautiful happiness. Before he could break away, Kate firmly took hold of his face and deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue over his lower lip and teasing the entrance of his mouth. He could feel her the coolness of her wedding band against his jaw; the searing heat of her mouth against his; the soft curves of her body against the hard planes of his.
"You're gonna be late," Rick murmured against her hair.
She smiled, her forehead against his cheek. "Okay, okay. I'm going," she muttered, still not moving away from him. After a few moments, she dislodged herself and opened the front door.
"Dancing, huh?" She shook her head slightly, still grinning like a fool; eyes bright and beautiful.
He nodded, his smile muted and affectionate.
She really was adorable.
"Yeah. Dinner, dancing-" His mouth converted into a dirty leer. "-and then a private show back here. In our bedroom."
Kate laughed, a little breathless and throaty. "Oh, Castle, you're getting one helluva show tonight. I promise."
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At last my love has come along
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song
Oh yeah yeah, at last
The skies above are blue
My heart was wrapped up in clover
The night I looked at you
A/N: This theme will continue in the next chapter or two. I hope this was enjoyable; I really like writing flashbacks and of course, sexy Caskett. Man, I can't wait for season five to start - all of the kissing and the touching and the cuteness is gonna be canon! All of it.
As always, please review. The muse appreciates it.
Title - 'Howlin' for you' by the Black Keys; Lyrics at the end - the enchanting 'At last' by Etta James.
Apologies for any grammar/spelling mistakes.