AN: Here's the next chapter, I hope you like it. This time is from Castle's POV.

Chapter 2

The art of seduction

When Richard Castle invited Kate at his apartment he couldn't say his intentions were all pure. And he would be lying if he said they got any purer when he saw her dressed with that tight black dress of hers. Because they definitely didn't. He had told her to come over his place to read his new upcoming book. But he forgot to mention what exactly he was going to make her read. He didn't say anything to her over the phone, he just invited her over without going into any specific details. And he didn't just happen to forget to tell her all the details. No, he did it on purpose. He purposely didn't mention what was it all about because he knew that she wouldn't go there had he told her the truth. He had hidden thoughts behind it. And it was all because he was just tired of waiting. He was tired of all the teasing touches and the eye-sex he was giving her all the time. He was tired of everything he did just to make her see, to open her eyes. To make her notice him. He was already too sick and tired of making hints that were either way too subtle for her to notice or she just pretended that she didn't see them at all. It was time for him to make a move. He was done waiting. And that was that! He was a hundred percent sure of it. He needed to do something immediately. And that was what he was planning to do.

He needed to seduce her. To show her that he was right there, waiting for her. He knew the art of seduction. Very well at that. And he could say that he was in a possession of a powerful weapon which was a big plus for him. He possessed a weapon that could help him to seduce her. He had a weapon at his disposal just waiting to be put in a good use. A big and mighty weapon. Though he wasn't bragging. He could put his big weapon in a good use in order to seduce her and that was exactly what he was planning to do. To seduce her with his big weapon. No, not that weapon! Words! He was good with words. He could write a story so moving and touching or so scary and terrifying; a story that could make anyone's heart beat faster in fright and terror. Or one so chilly that could give anyone goosebumps while reading it. He was writer after all and he was really good at it. In fact, he was the best writer one could wish for. Not a very modest one though. But he knew very well that he could write a story specially for Beckett and he had planned everything all along. He wasn't after a scary story though. He was aiming for another kind of story. A sexy, racy, hot, and very steamy one. And so he wrote one. Hotter than the first sex scene in his book "Heat Wave" and far more explicit than that. He wrote it specially for Beckett. It had nothing to do with his new upcoming book but he told her the opposite just to make her go there. He just had to name the characters Nikki and Rook and then he just called Beckett and asked her to come over his house. And so the plan started from the moment she came in.

It was true that he almost forgot his plan, and his name, and even his grammar when he saw her with that tight dress but he needed to focus. He wanted to play it cool. Kate was very surprised when she found out that he wanted her to read the sex scene from the book. He could tell that for sure because it was pretty obvious. But he finally managed to convince her to read it. After all, he didn't expect it to be easy knowing Kate and her stubbornness very well. But she finally agreed and started reading the scene he wrote for her.

Castle started pacing up and down, thinking about Kate. She's been teasing him and torturing him for so long that she deserved this little punishment. He wanted to teach her. To punish her by giving her a taste of her own medicine. She had deserved it. Many times at that. For all her dirty words, innuendos and inappropriate things she had said to him and all the innocent touches and accidental brushes that she had ever did to him. He just had to give her a taste of her own medicine. Even a bite of it. Or maybe a few bites. Because that woman was just cruel. She was such a tease. And she has been torturing him for years. There were so many examples he could think of where she had teased him mercilessly for no apparent reason but just because she liked doing so. When she taught him how to shoot was just the first one of so many others. She had told him that they could always just cuddle after touching him and purposely teasing him under the pretext to show him how to use a gun. Even though he knew very well how to use a gun. Both of his guns actually. And so he couldn't help but imagine her words, seeing them cuddling together in his mind. And not just cuddling though. Or when she told him she had been dying to watch him squirm. She just wasn't playing fair. She never had. How could he not think about all the things she said to him? How could he not imagine her squirming under him with both pain and pleasure? That was just impossible and Beckett knew that very well. Perhaps she just liked teasing him. It seemed that she enjoyed it very much. The examples of how cruel was she when she teased him purposely were numerous. He had plenty of reasons to want to get back at her. To plan some revenge. And so he hoped his plan would work. And the plan was to seduce her. But not just with the steamy scene that he wrote. He didn't give all the credit to his writing even though it was more than good. But his charm, sex appeal and his sexy body were all part of it too. They were all intact, ready to use them and to help himself in order to succeed with his difficult mission.

Castle was walking around, gazing at Kate while she was still reading the scene. He was watching her intently, scrutinizing every slight change of her body. Her cheeks got red, her breathing was obviously getting heavier. And then she crossed her legs, pushing them together more tightly. And these were all signs for her state of mind. She was aroused. He could see that clearly. And he was glad that he had such a good effect on her. His writing actually but it didn't really matter since he was succeeding.

When Kate said she was finished with the reading they started discussing the scene. He started questioning her about it. He wanted to get a sincere confession from her about her opinion on the scene and the fact that she liked reading it. He wanted her to say how much exactly she liked it because it was kind of obvious and yet she was denying it. She was always avoiding his questions. She even wanted to escape but he couldn't let her go. Not before he got what he wanted. He was getting more and more annoyed with her and the fact that she wasn't giving anything away. Though he could see right through her. And that wasn't his plan. He was planning to seduce her with the script. He thought his steamy words and the erotic scene would be more than enough. But obviously he thought wrong. Because she was stubborn. That was Kate after all. And she didn't want to admit she wanted him, pretending that she was untouched. She needed a lesson. He was going to teach her. He had to make her confess. He wanted to make her stop pretending because she wasn't fooling anyone. And if the script didn't do the trick then he had a few other tricks in his sleeve. He finally mustered enough courage and asked her directly.

"So, tell me, are you dripping wet, Kate?" He asked, looking at her. He was scrutinizing every slight change of her body language. Her raspy voice and nervous stuttering were telling him that indeed he was right.

Then Kate looked down, saying "No" to him. Or more precisely she was mouthing the word then she bit her lower lip. Judging by the way she said "No" to him so quietly, it seemed like she wasn't sure about it. But Castle already knew that. Kate was lying because she was embarrassed. Or just didn't want to admit it.

"You are nervous," he stated confidently and she looked up at him again. "It's cute. You are blushing," he said, smiling at her.

"I am not nervous," she protested, denying it. "And I am not blushing. I never blush," she reassured him, saying it matter-of-factly.

"Tell that to your face. Because your cheeks beg to differ."

"Castle, would you just move away?" she asked him, saying it so politely and then she put her hand on his chest, pushing him lightly. But he didn't even flinch. He wasn't going to move away, that was for sure.

"Not before you answer my question," he demanded, moving even closer.

"Which is?" she asked like she didn't know. She was acting clueless but it wasn't going to help her.

"Are you aroused?" he answered as to remind her though he knew for sure that she was well aware of his question and his intentions. It was pretty obvious. "And do you want me to check out for you?" He joked in order to test her and she quickly looked at him, puzzled. And at that moment she looked really, really nervous.

"Castle, don't you dare touch me!" She protested, clearing her voice since it was so raspy. And he knew that it was all from want. Even though she was denying it. After all he wasn't blind.

He knew that she wanted him. He could read her body language, he could see it clearly in her eyes. They were darker, filled with lust. If she didn't want it she would have pushed him away, punched him, poked him, pulled his ear or even kicked him by now. And yet she hadn't done anything of that sort. It was true that she was protesting but it was all for show. She was trying to look nonchalant like she wasn't aroused but she couldn't fool anyone. Certainly not him. Castle knew very well that she wouldn't tell him straightforwardly that she wanted him. She just wasn't that kind of person. But he knew for sure that she wanted it. Well, he wasn't a hundred percent sure but he was ready to take the risk. Because Kate was worthy. He knew she was turned on though she was denying it and he really wanted to see it for himself. Or more precisely to feel it.

"If you touch me, you'll lose your hand!" She said to him as she read his mind and knew what he was thinking even before he did it. She was threatening him us usual with a body damage, saying that she didn't want him. And yet she hadn't done anything to him. Her vain threats couldn't scare him. And plus, she was still touching him. She hadn't moved her hand from his chest since she tried to push him away. Not that she tried anything really. So he could say he was sure that she wouldn't do anything to him if he touched her. He was willing to take the risk. And besides he could stop any time if she said so. And yet he almost sure that she wouldn't want that.

Castle really wanted to check if he was right and was ready to take the risk so he reached out to touch her. He slid his hand through her belly, going south until he reached beneath her dress. It was all pretty easy because the distance was short and mostly, she didn't do anything. Yet. She didn't move away, she didn't protest, she didn't say anything. When he felt the wetness through her panties he immediately got aroused. He ran his fingers carefully through her panties, watching Kate as she grabbed the desk behind her, losing her balance. He started moving his hand carefully, teasing her slowly as she grabbed the desk more firmly, biting her lips to suppress a moan. He was watching her, enjoying the sexy view in front of him as Kate shut her eyes, arching her head back from pleasure. His moves got more confident and faster when she started moving her hips against his hand. She was holding the desk so firmly that her knuckles turned bright. Then he became more persistent and determined, teasing her, listening to her harsh breathing. He was enjoying it and he wasn't the only one. She was loving it. He could tell that for sure. He could see that Kate liked it and enjoyed it, appreciating every single move of his hand. It all became clear when she started moaning. Her moans were soft and very quiet and she made them all involuntary but it was driving him crazy. But he knew that he wasn't done teasing her. He had to tease her just a bit more, to make her beg for him. That was the plan after all. He had proved his statement showing her how much she was turned on and he had already made a point. Loud and clear. Just like her moans that grew louder with every second. But he wasn't going to do anything further until she was begging him. He wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine. So he needed to stop. He just had to do it. That was the plan after all. So slid his hand away and halfheartedly and said to her:

"You're right, I should stop. You obviously don't want this," he stated it so smugly and saw the puzzled look on her face when he stopped. "And plus, I value my hand a lot. Both of them, actually." He said and smirked at her. "Especially the right one," he added quickly and she rolled her eyes at him as he walked away from her.

He was so glad to see the look on her face. She looked so frustrated, furious and so turned on at the same time. And a bit confused, too. Castle finally got what he wanted. He teased her a little bit just like she did every singe day when she said some inappropriate and lewd comment and then just walked away from him, leaving him hanging.