A big thanks to my twitter ladies who looked over this one for me.
Please note the rating change.
A double homicide had been keeping her busy, and finally it's her first day off in two weeks. You've been helping out at the precinct as much as you can, but both of you come home too tired to even eat.
So, you really don't want to spend this valuable time venue hunting.
"Kaaate," you whine, circling her waist. "Wouldn't you rather we do something special with our precious time?"
You kiss her neck, making sure you hit the spot under her ear that gets her moaning and clenching her legs.
It works.
You feel the shiver reverberate down her body, can hear her sharp intake of breath when you dart your tongue out to taste her creamy flesh, her pulse hitching beneath your lips.
"That does feel rather… enticing."
"Let's go to-morrow," you say, dragging out the word, your lips nipping down the curve of her neck.
She angles her head to the side, her fingers drifting to touch your thighs. "Or, you know, we can try searching... online."
Her touch sends flames up your thighs, it settles low in your abdomen, and you're wound so tight, ready to burst from this agonizing anticipation. You can feel the waves of desire rolling off her; she wants it too.
"Yeah. And the great thing about internet is that you can use it at whatever time you want."
She laughs, a deep humming as she turns around, arms encasing your waist. You push your mouth against hers, swallowing the moans that rise up her throat, tasting the sweet liquor of her lips.
Your hands tighten on her hips, pulling her firmly against you, letting her feel just how much you need to stay home. But then her fingers grip your ass, teeth biting down on your bottom lip, and you feel the heat crackling between your bodies. She pushes you back against the couch and you land awkwardly; you are tilted slightly to the left.
This doesn't deter either of you. She straddles your lap, using your shoulders for leverage as she grinds herself against you.
You groan, the hands on her hips shifting under her shirt to caress her smooth skin.
"You know I was thinking," she whispers, hands running down your chest, her voice all too flirty. "How can we decide where we want to get married if we haven't even decided on when?"
You groan for an entirely different reason now.
"I was thinking early in the fall? Before it's too hot or too cold." Her warm hands reach down to stroke you through your pants. She knows exactly what she's doing.
"Kate," you say, eyes closed tight. "Can we please talk about this later?"
"Oh, I'm sorry Castle. Is talking about where you want to marry me a mood killer?"
Oh, crap.
Don't answer that.
"I'm sorry," you say, opening your eyes and cupping her cheeks. "I think fall will work great, yeah." You bring her mouth closer to yours to kiss her again, still feeling guilty. She gives in to you for a few beautiful moments and you use this time to get her wound up. Kissing her the way she likes, letting your hands fondle her breasts until she's trembling, panting, quivering against you.
"What about the spring?"
You sigh and lean back on the couch. All right. She wins.
"Where do you want our honeymoon to be?"
"Hmm? Why do I decide?"
You tilt your head, eyes narrowing in on hers. "As long as I'm with you it doesn't matter."
She sucks a lip between her teeth at your words, a blush rising to stain her cheeks. "Umm, definitely some place warm."
"Like Bora Bora or the Maldives? Oh, there's this place I've always wanted to go in Indonesia."
"Those sound fantastic," she whispers, leaning in to kiss you again, sweet and slow.
"I-I know, uh," you stutter when her lips find your neck, hips starting to work in a circle against yours. "A great place if we decide to go for a fall wedding."
"Where?" she husks, hands moving to draw your pants from your waist.
"Not telling."
She pants against your ear before lifting up to let her own shorts slide down her long legs. "Why not?"
You swallow at the sight, hands itching to feel and touch, to caress and love. You're obsessed with this woman and she knows it.
"It's a surprise." You're pretty sure you slur your words.
"Will I like it?"
"Probably more than you like me."
She saunters back over to you, connecting you both together when she slides back onto your lap. You both groan, foreheads kissing, hands finding each other to hold onto. You lace your fingers with hers, your grip tight as she lifts up before slowly sinking back down, repeating the motion while holding your eyes.
"Not possible," she breathes, mouth brushing against yours.
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes," she whimpers, her body curling in on itself, and you're not sure if she answered your question or…
"That's a yes to fall?" you ask again, free hand pinching her nipple through her bra.
"Yes, Cassle." And you feel her muscles clench around you, legs encasing you in her warmth.
God, yes. You're going to marry this incredible woman.
In the fall.