He first notices after a long day at the precinct. She stays at her place that night for a girl's night with Lanie and he must shower alone. He grabs the loofa and goes to scrub his back when he feels stinging. He stops and rubs his hand along his back and, again, stinging. He quickly rinses off and climbs out of the shower. He bends his arm at a weird angle and uses his phone to take a picture. Sure enough, on his upper back, there are a series of angry red scrapes. At furst he has no idea why they would be there.
Then it hits him.
A cheshire grin explodes on his face and he saves the picture flicking out a quick message and sauntering into the bedroom.
Kate puts her hand over her mouth once more as Lanie told her third story about her 'phsycotic' sister. The stories had seemed to get funnier and Kate had a feeling it was just from the three glasses of wine she had downed. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and pulled it out.
Rick :)
Maybe try to be a bit more gentle next time?
Below the message was a picture of Rick's back with numerous scratches on it. She immediately blushed, which made Lanie peer over. She burst out laughing.
"And on that note, I'm leaving." Kate said her farewells and then reread the text over and over, stared at the picture, and allowed it to take her to an entirely different place. After about 30 minutes she finally text him back.
Rick was in the middle of googling puppy breeds when a text came through.
Kate :*
Rick. Get over here ASAP. I need you.
The message set off so many alarms in his head and he stumbled over himself, rushing to get to her. He arrived in record time and knocked on her door cautiously. The door swung open immediately and he found himself shoved against it. He plans a defensive move until he hears a familiar growl.
That wasn't very nice, Castle. Teasing me like that when your so far away? How cruel." He would've laughed had she not had her entire lower half pressed against his. His cock twitches and struggles against his jeans, begging to be united with her core. "Looks like I'm gonna have to punish you." Her steamy breath tickles his ear and he grabs the undersides of her thighs, trying to hold onto some semblance of conciousness, but she takes it as an invitation to climb him and their centers meet once again.
"Do what you please Detective. I'm all yours." He whispers the words across her skin as he makes a trail for her bedroom. They haven't even made it to the bed yet before all their clothes are gone. He lays her smoothly and kisses a line down until he reaches her folds. Slightly parting them with his tongue, the aroma of her hits him and makes him impossibly harder. She encourages him with her hand in his hair and the harder she tugs, the harder and faster he licks. The deep penetrating rhthym punishes her clit and she cums before she knows it.
He drinks her, laps up all she gives and savors the taste. He wastes no time sliding in between her legs and coating himself in her wetness. He waits until her breathing has slowed to enter and it picks right back up again. The speed at which he's thrusting into her causes their body to make a slapping sound that fogs his brain. She takes the distraction as the perfect moment and digs her nails into his back, hard. She's rewarded with a quick slam inti her that hits so many new spots.
"Fuck! Yes, again." He slams into her again and she cobtinues to mark up his back. Except this time it doesn't feel like her usual sloppy scratches. It feels to close to a pattern, almost calculated. Nah, no one could concentrate during what their doing and he pushes deeper into her. It's only a few more thrusts later that she falls apart under him and he spills into her, the sensation like a firecracker inside their bodies. He rolks off of her and pulls her to him where they fall asleep together.
The next morning, he wakes up to an empty bed and he looks around. He dresses and walks out to the kitchen where he finds a warm pot of coffee with a note attatched.
Off to work. You should shower.
Love, Kate
He shoots her a text telling her he'll be in later and grabs some coffee, then powers off the things in her apartment and locks the door. Once he's home, he makes a bee line for his shower. He takes of his shirt and feels the dull ache of scratches on his back. He smirks and turns to the mirror taking another picture. The smirk quickly drops wheb he sees it.
Written in the red, irritated lines on his back is the word 'mine'. He is purely astounded by his girlfriend and stares at the picture amused. He gets a new text two seconds after from the very same detective.
Kate :*
Like it?
He smiles mischeviously at his reflection.
Oh game on.
Yay for updates!
Love Always, XOXOX