Post-Sex - After Their First Time

Even now, after this, after all of this, she can still feel her pulse leaping in her throat, taste the flavors of him and her mingling on her tongue. She licks her lips, finds him there too, and a delicious frisson of aftershock races through her. Her heart throbs, the pulsations filling her chest, sliding into her limbs. The pleasure is still humming through her, lingering just beneath the surface, euphoria warring with the abject exhaustion that is trying to lay claim to her.

He's on top of her, their fingers still knotted together, the coil of their hands resting next to her head while his head lies on her collarbones, his breath a stumbling arrhythmia, hot and damp as it caresses her sensitized skin. He's almost too heavy, pushing her into the mattress; dull aches throb where he's pressed onto her bruises but she likes that - feels anchored by it. To the moment, the onslaught of emotions, to the still-surreal reality that they're really here, like this. Together.

She raises her knee, skates it up his thigh until her leg is hooked over his hip, cradling him closer. She trails her fingers into his soft hair at the back of his nape, then caresses her fingertips down the length of his back, swiping at the beads of sweat that have collected in the dip of his spine. He shivers in her arms, his hand clenching hers tightly, clinging to her, still breathless, still spent, her name like a benediction on his lips.

"Kate."

She arches beneath him, can't help it, fierce in her need for him, at once brand-new and as ancient as time itself.

"Kate," he sighs once more. His voice is worship and wonder as he lifts up, their sweat-slicked skin sliding together. He braces his weight on his forearms and she grips his head, tugging him to her, her lips tingling as she seeks his kiss. His mouth brushes hers, then travels across her cheekbones, her temples, her forehead, even her eyelids, the tenderness a stark contrast to the fervor with which they had come together, so raw and rich and ferocious.

She wraps her arms around his neck, curls her other leg to his hip, all her limbs tightening around him as she revels in the breath of him in her embrace, the heat of his skin and the familiar traces of his scent. His eyes find hers, his pupils deep-blue, bottomless like the ocean. He's looking at her with that same shocked amazement, that lingering sense of disbelief that had lanced through her as well. And she needs it gone, wants every doubt eradicated to make room for how real, how spectacular this is.

"I'm here, Castle," she hums in reassurance, loosens one hand from around his neck to soothe her fingertips over his jaw and the soft curve of his bottom lip. She smiles at him, her whole heart open and displayed for him.

"I'm right where I want to be."

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For now, this collection is complete. There were a few more prompts that I didn't get a chance to write yet and if I add them one day, they'll go up right here. If you have prompts for a specific hug you'd like to see, let me know - you never know what might happen... :)

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