Once again my apologies for adding to a completed fic, I have changed this to in progress as this has started its own CRACK universe!
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Awareness comes to him slowly, a gentle feeling that disperses across his body. His senses gradually become sharper as he comes to, the environment around him shifting into focus. Reclining on his back, he inhales deeply, his chest expanding, and the movement lifts his shirt, exposing an inch of naked skin.
Heat begins to spread and it awakens his lower extremities, as he realizes that there are fingers stroking the dusting of hair that's situated along the seam of his boxers. A glorious smile streaks across his features and he relaxes further into the mattress; appreciating this beautiful start to the day.
Or is it?
His eyes snap open as he awkwardly elevates his head at his neck, peering down the length of his body as he verifies who exactly is toying with him. It has been less than twenty-four hours since he'd had the most unpleasant and disturbing experience of having Pi touch him and it continues to cause a shudder down his spine.
He's grateful that his quick reflexes had kicked in, and he'd rolled away from the abomination as soon as he'd realized what was happening. But even after the scalding hot shower, where he had scrubbed at his poor flesh until it was raw, it's still not enough to erase the hideous memory from his mind.
Thankfully, this time his eyes settle on his fiancée, as she grins wickedly from her position at the bottom of the bed; their eyes meet, before her lips replace her fingers and he moans in enjoyment.
"Mmmmm, good morning." Rick's head flops back into his pillow as he greets her, eyes closing of their own accord–pleasure taking over.
His stomach muffles her giggle; her lips pressed tight against his skin.
The sensation of her hot breath being blown onto him, results in little shivers of excitement, which spread until they encompass him completely.
Damn, he loves this woman.
"It is a good morning." Her mouth stops and starts in its magical migration as she speaks. "And you'd like for it to continue?"
He nods enthusiastically at her bizarre and slightly pointless question. Who in the world would respond negatively to her current exploration?
"Good. Cause you need to get up!"
Once again, his head kinks as he's forced out of his delightful nirvana to stare at Kate in confusion. "I am up!"
His response earns him a not so gentle pinch to his side; his muscle is captured within her nails as she expresses her displeasure.
"If you want this to happen." Her hand swirls in the air indicating his groin. "Then you need to get up and get some coffee. Oh, and bring it back to bed!"
His face scrunches in bewilderment. Her request more than a little odd considering she has apparently given up the drink, but as she pulls back, removes herself from his body, his desire to protest reduces as his desire for her increases.
"Now?"
"Yes, Castle. Now!"
Huffing loudly, he gets up out of bed, adjusting his clothes uncomfortably as he throws a fiery glare in her direction. It really is cruel to get him this excited only to put a stop to the action prematurely, especially with a demand that makes very little sense.
Hell, yesterday had made very little sense, and it seems like today is going to be no different.
Throwing his robe on, he stalks out of the bedroom, muttering under his breath about the evilness that has descended on to his home, on to his life. Yet, as he enters the kitchen, he concludes it's probably not going to get any better.
"Morning, Mr. C."
Rick grunts a response, but his manners override his feelings of animosity, and he replies, "Morning, Pi."
His mother would be so proud.
"Isn't today a great day!" Pi's enthusiasm bleeds through every word and Rick pushes down the Beckett worthy eye roll that desperately wants to occur.
"Is it, Pi? Cause I have to say where I'm standing, the day has yet to be anything but surprisingly disappointing." His statement is spoken more to himself than the gate-crasher, who is once again making more fruit concoctions in the blender and he walks past the mess to the coffee machine.
Going through the motions, Rick does what he needs to do, ignoring the incessant dribble that's coming out of the inconvenience's mouth, until he hears the word coffee.
No one attacks the righteousness that is his coffee.
"Do you know where coffee comes from, Pi?" The annoyance he feels is beginning to creep into his words and he turns to face the thorn in his side. "It's from a coffee plant, which sprouts a red or purple fruit. And inside this fruit, is a seed which is commonly known as a cherry."
With every word he's becoming more and more agitated, his voice becoming louder and louder.
"This cherry looks like a bean, and thus we have a coffee bean! So I am enjoying fruit!"
Spinning on the spot, he finishes his preparations, and with a departing glare, he heads back into his room, a coffee in each hand.
Striding through the doorway, he witnesses Kate's shocked expression over his little rant, and ignoring it, he holds out the second cup of coffee and waits for her to take it.
"Oh, no. I didn't want one." Her words contradict the drool that is forming at the corner of her mouth as she passionately eyes the mug, and he stares at her in disbelief.
"I made a promise, Castle."
Right, how could he forget!
Moving to place the now spare mug on her bedside table–maybe the smell will bring her to her senses–he proceeds to sit at the end of the bed, so that he can savour his first mouthful.
Unfortunately, the mug has barely reached his lips when he feels her approach from behind; a delicate tickle begins as she runs her fingers along his neck. Trying his best to pay no attention to her touch, he cherishes the first taste as it flows between his lips, yet it's her lips that attempt to steal the spotlight.
Feather light kisses pepper his jaw line as her mouth inches its way closer to his until she reaches her destination, fusing them as one. Her tongue gently laps at his opening before pulling away, a blissful expression settling onto her face.
Shifting away, she nods toward his coffee and he regards her curiously, and seeming to understand his hint, she nods at the mug repeatedly.
What the hell?
Writing this whole morning off as one bizarre event after another, he again raises the mug to his mouth but this time she pounces, moving her body so that it slams up against his own.
What the hell!
Reluctantly pulling the amber liquid away, Rick glares, and pretending as if her behaviour is completely normal, she encourages, "Have another drink."
Beyond confused at this point he takes a large sip, eyes shutting as the flavour once more reaches his tastebuds, but the moment is shattered as he is attacked. Pushing her mouth against his, Kate forces her tongue between his lips, lapping at the heat inside and the action nearly results in him choking.
What the hell!
Dragging his upper body away from the intrusion, he tries to swallow the remaining liquid as he stares, bewildered.
Eventually he can breathe freely again and he rasps, "What was that?"
Appearing slightly sheepish, Kate fiddles with the hem of his boxers, before finally making eye contact as she explains.
"I neeeeeeeed coffee." The whine catches him off guard and he automatically extends the cup in his hand, not realizing that it doesn't actually clarify her odd behaviour.
Gazing longingly at the drink, she sadly shakes her head, before turning her puppy dog look at him–a look she has stolen from him!
"I can't drink it. I promised!" She grumbles as she wiggles closer to him again, cupping her hands over his own, assisting him to hold the mug. But it's all part of her ploy and she pushes it closer to his mouth and he comprehends what she's attempting to do.
"Beckett! You want me to drink, so you can kiss the coffee out of me?"
He stands, outraged at the thought of being used, about being nothing more than a tool between her and her precious coffee, and he cradles their sacred drink closer to his chest.
"Kate, that's–" Crude. Wrong. Offensive. "Gross!" He backs further away as she hops off the bed to move forward, slowly stalking him as if he was meat to her lion.
"How is that gross? I just want to drink it out of your mouth. That way I'm not technically breaking any promises!"
His back hits the bookcase and he has no idea what to do next.
"But think of the germs, Kate!"
One of her perfectly arched eyebrows lifts and she holds the look while pointing out.
"Seriously? You're worried about the germs exchanged if I put my tongue in your mouth? What about when I put my tongue on your–"
He cuts her off by shoving the coffee under her nose, and Kate can't help but stop talking so she can inhale the heavenly smell.
"Look, Beckett. I have expressed my opinion on this matter and I took Pi's silence as agreement. Coffee is a form of fruit, and thus for the greater good of mankind, please have your morning dose of caffeine!"
Pausing, Kate seems to deliberate on his previous rant about coffee's origin, her desire to consume the alluring liquid and the promise she had made to the others.
Not surprising coffee wins out.
Lifting the mug, she gulps the drink; moaning in ecstasy as it brings her sense of taste alive and it reminds Rick of their earlier activity.
"Soooo. When you're finished, I have an idea how we can spend the morning." He emphasises the leer in his tone, bringing his fingers up so that they can wiggle their way under her jersey. Her smooth skin shivering as he scrapes his blunt nails along the plains of her abdomen.
"I can't. Sorry, Castle." Her words are reinforced by her features, which are quickly darkening, yet not with desire.
Opening his mouth to question her apology, there's a loud knock on the closed bedroom door, and his daughter's voice calls out.
"Are you decent so I can come in?"
Stepping over so that he can hold the door wide, he is completely ignored as she barges past him, walking straight over to Kate.
"Are you ready to go look at market stalls, Beckett?" Alexis's eyesight is apparently being affected by all the fruit she's consuming, as she fails to see that Kate is clearly not ready to go anywhere in her pyjamas. "And are you drinking coffee?"
The redhead's voice lifts in anger and he almost jumps in between them. Would have, if Kate hadn't beaten him to the punch.
"It's okay, Alexis. Coffee is fruit." Kate's explanation has his daughters eyes widening in surprise, and she suddenly reaches, grabbing the cup out of Kate's hands, taking a large mouthful.
Is no one in this house worried about cross-contamination!
"Oh, thank God! Cause seriously, I was this close to breaking up with Pi over the fact that I missed coffee so much. But if it's a fruit and we can drink it, then I know our relationship can only grow and move forward."
The two girls beam happily at each other as they take turns polishing off his morning coffee, and his heart shatters.
He was this close to being free of the wretchedness, but now his torment will continue and it's all his own damn fault.
Sobbing quietly, he stumbles back to the bed, flops forward so that he can bury his face within the mattress. Maybe when he wakes next, he'll finally be free from this living nightmare?
Or maybe this living nightmare has now become his reality?!
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Many thanks to Shena1 for the information about coffee
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to Caskett1 for reading and inspiring more Caskett to occur xoxo
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