It had been a long day of paperwork for Castle and Beckett. One only made longer by the touches, both swift and lingering, that had been exchanged between the pair as they day wore on. Their patience waned as the clock on the wall ticked towards 5 o'clock, tension crackling in the air around them on the cab ride back to the loft.
The sound of the front door closing behind them was loud as a thunderclap and both people froze just inside the entryway, staring at each other hungrily. Then, as if in unspoken agreement they burst into a flurry of movement that ended with Castle's shirt hanging half off his shoulders and Beckett's slacks pooled around her ankles and Beckett pressed between the hard wood of the door and the hard body of her writer.
A thick finger easily swept aside her panties and rubbed along her wet folds, nearly causing Beckett's knees to buckle and send her crashing to the floor.
Castle merely smirked in response, holding her up right and slipping the seeking digit into her slit, curling it forward in a 'come hither' motion and listening to the groan it elicited from his partner.
"Shit you're so wet Beckett" he grunted, easily sliding a second finger in to join the first and gracing her with shallow thrusts in and out, her juices already running down the intruding digits to slick over his palm.
"Castle" she whimpered, pushing her hips towards him, silently asking for more only to have him press her hips back against the door once more.
"Shh, easy Beckett, I'll take care of you."
Her only response is a needy whimper as he continues the same slow, shallow fingering, gently driving her upwards but never quite enough to push her over the edge.
His lips latch onto her pulse point, sucking at the delicate skin of her neck.
Not content with taking his pace any longer, she reaches for his pants, nimble fingers easily slipping the disk of his button through its corresponding hole and tugging down his zipper before eagerly delving inside and releasing him from the confines of his silken prison.
Castle's head thumped forward against the door when she gripped him with slim fingers, sliding them up and down his length just as leisurely as he moved his within her.
"Castle-" she broke off with a gasp when his hips jolted forwards and his fingers pressed into her in a quick, hard jab. Good, she was getting to him.
"I want you. Inside of me." She begged, tightening the grip she had around him and adding a twist of her hand to accentuate her point.
But just as he opened his mouth to speak, they both froze when they heard ding of an arriving elevator.
"Fuck!" Castle cursed looking around desperately for a place to hide. There's no way they'd make it across the loft to his bedroom in time.
"Quick, in the closet" Beckett urged, mirth dancing in her gaze when their eyes met. At least she understood the irony of the situation as well.
The scraping of a key in the lock made the decision for them as they made a dash for the closet, dragging clothing behind them and pulling the door shut just as the other opened.
The pair tried to quiet their breathing, very cognizant of the two women just on the other side of the closet door as Alexis and Martha entered the loft, the latter chatting loudly.
Beckett took a half step backwards, only to come into contact with the hard body of her partner. Oh, and some parts were harder than others she found as his erection pressed eagerly into her backside.
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, uncomfortably aware of the sticky arousal running down her thighs.
He can't help but take a step towards her, his length slipping between her slightly parted thighs and coming into contact with the evidence of her want. A hot breath shuddered from his lungs against her neck, causing her to shiver in return.
"Can you be quiet Beckett?" he whispered directly in her ear, thrusting his hips slightly, his length gliding easily through the pooling wetness.
She cocked her head questioningly, not at all sure what he's talking about, until he grabs her beneath one leg and lifts it upwards, spreading her open and allowing him access to her slick folds.
"Castle?" she breathed through barely parted lips. They can't do this here. His family is right there in the living room. But she's loathe to deny him and suppresses a moan when he glides against her more purposefully than before.
"Shh" he hushed her gently and then pressed forwards, entering her with ease. He fills her an inch at a time, bringing a hand up to hold it over her mouth to stifle the gasps she releases when he's fully seated within her.
Castle lifted her leg higher, gripping her nearly hard enough to bruise in his own quest to keep control as he began to thrust using slow, controlled movements. Using his entire length to bring them both to the heights of pleasure.
Beckett allowed her head to fall back against his shoulder, the effort to hold herself upright too great. Her entire focus is on the smooth slide of his body within the depths of hers.
It's not long before her arousal coats both of their legs and she's biting into his hand to contain the whimpers that want to burst from her chest.
"Quiet Kate, shhh" he reminds her, continuing his full thrusts, now slightly faster than before but no less controlled.
Her eyes rolled back in her head and Beckett bit down hard enough to draw blood when she orgasms, her inner muscles rhythmically clenching down on his cock and then releasing again as small grunts issue from her.
"You're so beautiful Beckett" Castle whispered in her ear, sucking on the pulse point in her neck, still driving into her, a little harder now as he nears his own climax.
Unable to bear her weight any longer he let her leg fall to the floor and pressed against her shoulders to get her to bend forwards for him.
She quickly complied, putting her hands against the wall and bending forwards, presenting him with her luscious ass and spreading her legs in invitation. One which he doesn't hesitate to accept, plunging within her once more.
He barely stifled a groan when he reached the peak, his entire length buried within her as he pumps his load into her welcoming depths.
When he's finally spent Castle stepped back, withdrawing from her slit regretfully.
The two dressed in silence and then stood before the door, wondering what to do next.
"I think they've gone upstairs." Castle finally decided, having not heard a word from either redhead for the past several minutes.
Beckett nodded her agreement, but let him proceed her out of the closet. Both breathed a sigh of relief when the saw that the living room was indeed empty.
It wasn't until they were halfway to his office that Castle looked up to see his mother standing in the kitchen, a smirk on her face.
"You two may want to work on keeping quiet if you can't control yourselves when you aren't alone." Martha commented freely, the sound of her voice causing Kate to freeze in a panic.
"Martha I-"
"Oh, darling, I'm hardly one to blame. And no worries, I sent Alexis upstairs before you got too loud so your little secret is safe with me dear."
Castle hadn't realized that Beckett could turn that red until that precise moment. He gave his mother a withering look before ushering his girlfriend the rest of the way into his room.
Maybe next time they decided to have sex outside the bedroom he should send the other women in his life to a spa. Or anywhere really that was far, far away from the loft. As much as it was fun to watch Kate Beckett try to be quiet whilst they're having sex, he much prefers it when she's loud.
Any suggestions or wishes for their next location?