"So what are you going to do in the meantime?" Castle asked, utterly unable to fathom the thought of Kate Beckett without her badge and gun. He stepped into the elevator with her right on his heels, unsure if she would even answer his question. He was still getting used to the idea of Kate actually answering him when he asked.
"Oh, I'm sure I'll think of something." She replies nonchalantly with a half shrug as she turns away from him to face the closing elevator doors.
Castle never sees it coming, the woman is like a ninja and he jumps when he feels nimble fingers quickly climb the inseam of his slacks from knee to groin. Those same fingers then wrap around his package and give it a firm squeeze.
"Beckett!" he gasps out a surprised breath, nearly jumping out of his skin at her touch. "W-what are you doing?!" he whispers harshly as if anyone else could hear the couple alone in the precinct elevator.
"Hmm? What are you talking about Castle?" she asks in return, looking back over her shoulder at him in question.
"You're touching… me" he peters off as he realizes that her hands are once more hanging docilely at her sides, definitely not groping him in the middle of the precinct.
"How did you…? That is so cool!" he grins.
She merely smirks in reply and turns back towards the doors again.
The pair exit on the ground floor and easily catch a cab in front of the precinct to take them back to the loft.
If asked later, Castle would have sworn that she pounced instantly, but in reality it was several long seconds after the car had begun to move before Beckett reached for him again.
She starts by simply placing her hand on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze, as if ensuring that he knew she was there with him or just reassuring herself that she could in fact touch him like this now.
Not content, however, she soon begins moving, closing in on the increasingly noticeable bulge contained by his slacks. Castle becoming more turned on every moment, now knowing what she's doing. Or so he thinks.
But this time she didn't stop at a simply squeeze as she had before. Beckett lightly strokes her fingers over his crotch, her smirk growing as she can feel him hardening beneath her seeking digits. She couldn't wait any longer to feel the solid weight of him in her hand and a quick glance at the cabbie up front showed that he was paying them no attention.
Nimble fingers easily slid the disk of his button through the hole and took hold of the metal tab connected to his zipper.
Castle watches, speechless, as she slowly pulls downward until it can go no further.
Her hand delves into the opening it's created, pulling another gasp from his lips when the cool skin of her hand touches his blazing hot erection.
"Shh, quiet Castle" she teases, canting into him and touching her lips to his neck, kissing it softly as she begins to stroke him.
He actually whimpers when she releases his length to cup his balls and roll them gently in her palm before returning to wrap her hand around his shaft once more.
The pace is slow to start with, meant to arouse but not ignite the fire her touch is creating within his abdomen.
That all changes with a twist of her hand around him and a nip of her teeth against his neck followed by the soothing warmth of her tongue.
Castle hisses out a breath when she grips him tighter and begins to glide along his length with purpose. She's not really going to make him come in the back of a cab, is she?
Oh dear God she is!
He grips her wrist to stop her movement and she punishes him with another scrape of her teeth over the tendon just below his ear and jerking his erection faster despite his hindrance.
His hips jerk beneath her as he gives in and begins to thrust into her palm, burying his face in her to muffle his curses and groans. He opens his eyes and meets those of the cabbie in front of him but pays the man no heed, already too far gone to care what the other man might think. He has Kate Beckett nearly in his lap determined to give him a hand job despite being in such a public placed and damned if some nosey, perverted cab driver is going to make him stop her.
At some point his eyes have slipped closed once more as he nears his climax, the blood boiling in his veins and racing down towards his groin. And then, all at once, she stops.
Castle's eyes shoot open when she tucks him back into his slacks and does up the zipper, confusion etched into his every feature.
"We're home." She murmurs, a devious glint in her eyes. She knows how close he was and now she isn't letting him finish. Maybe this is her payback for having hid her in the closet earlier. Regardless the beautiful detective is now exiting the cab and leaving him alone with a raging hard-on.
He rushes to throw some cash at the driver, not even bothering to count, and hurries after the woman that may just be the death of him yet.
Hell if he's going to let her just leave him hanging Castle decides, catching up just as Beckett steps onto the elevator; the doors closing silently behind them as he eyes her up and down, noting the flush creeping up her chest and neck and dilated pupils that betraying just how aroused she is.
He's on her in an instant, open mouth meeting her lips where they battle for dominance as he walks her backwards into the wall.
"Oomph" she grunts into his mouth when she hits the handrail, her body pinned between the hot, hard body of her partner and the cold, unyielding body of her partner.
"I've never known you not to finish what you started Kate" Castle taunts, reaching to unzip her pants and pop the button before shoving his hand past the loosened waistband of her jeans.
"Fuck!" the writer curses ineloquently when his questing fingers encounter her drenched core and she releases an obscene moan over his tongue.
He eagerly pushes her underwear aside and slides his index fingers between her wet folds, wasting no time and only circling her clit once before he presses into her.
Beckett grinds down onto his hand, her own slim digits returning once more to his slacks, this time releasing him from the confines of his pants entirely.
"More Castle, I need more" she gasps into him, detaching their lips and instead pressing her cheek against his, heaving for breath around the arousal building in the pit of her stomach.
Heedless of the consequences and incapable of denying her, he shoves her pants down over her ass and lifts her up onto the handrail.
Wrapping her legs around him to help support her weight, Beckett inadvertently brings her center into contact with his arousal standing proudly at attention. Knowing they don't have a lot of time before they're discovered, the elevator having arrived on the penthouse floor long before, he takes himself in hand and positions his length at her entrance, dripping with arousal.
"Now" Beckett growls into his neck, dragging him closer with a clench of her legs around his waist.
"As you wish my dear" he quips before plunging into her welcoming heat, easily spreading her folds around him until he's deeply ensconced within her.
This will never get old, he realizes, taking a moment to revel in being so intimately connected with the woman he loves.
The same woman who has begun impatiently grinding down on the cock buried inside of her. Castle hastily acquiesces to her desire and slips nearly out of her body before plunging back within, slamming her body back against the wall of the elevator.
He begins thrusting powerfully, knowing it won't take either of them long to reach climax; not that they have time to spare anyways.
She helps him along, using the wall and handrail for leverage to meet his every thrust. The noise from their bodies slapping together only outdone by breathy moans and heaving lungs.
"God, Castle"
"Beckett! I'm-"
"Yeah" Echoes within the confines of the elevator.
She squirms and wriggled until she was able to slip a hand between their sweat coated bodies and circle two fingers around her clit, pressing tightly on the bundle of nerves, a ragged cry escaping from between her lips.
"That's it Beckett, touch yourself, come for me Kate." Castle encourages pressing into her powerfully, hanging onto his control by a mere thread.
"I need-" she whines into his neck, panting breaths hot against his skin.
Beckett keeps working her clit as he maintains his pace, pumping into her through his climax until he reaches her own peak, white flashing before her eyes and blood boiling within her veins.
Castle falls against her, his legs weak, barely able to support her weight. He sinks his teeth into the straining tendon of her neck, muffling a groan as she bears down on him and he can hold on no longer, spilling his seed into her welcoming body.
Finally Beckett unwinds her legs from around his waist and drops to the ground, quickly pulling ruined panties and jeans back on but not even bothering to tug up the zipper knowing full and well that they aren't done for long.
"C'mon Castle we have to go before someone sees us." She reminds him stepping around the still recovering man before her to press the door open button on the elevator, amazed that it hasn't moved in the time they've been… occupied.
"You comin' Castle?" she calls over her shoulder when the door opens with a ding, smirking at the sight of him with his pants still around his ankles.
"Wha-? Oh. Yeah!" he hastens to pull up his pants and rush after her to the safety of the loft.
Sex in an elevator he scoffs to himself wondering what other adventures they would engage in. This is just the beginning afterall.