Taken from a gif prompt, which can be found at castleincalifornia dot tumblr dot com slash post slash 122047978814 (gif is NSFW, includes some M-rated content)
They begin to doze off after the second round; she falls limp against his chest and allows herself to be pulled her under, her breath steady and warm against him as she snuffles and snores softly. He tries to stay awake, exploring his newfound ability to touch her freely, reveling in the silky warmth of her skin pressed against his own, simply marveling in her presence.
She's here. In his bed. In his arms. Finally.
They had sex. Great sex. Twice. He can't contain his smile, in spite of his million questions about how she came to be on his doorstep that night, but his inquiries can wait. Gathering her close, he succumbs to the drug of slumber, falling under even as the smile remains.
When his eyes blink open in the middle of the night, she's rolled away from his side, sleeping soundly on her back, one arm flung carelessly over her head. Gently as not to wake her, he shifts onto his side with his head propped on his hand, and he takes the opportunity to just…look at her. There's no grimace on her face, no teasing that staring is creepy, Castle.
And she's…gorgeous. There's really no other word for her. She's just stunning, and his breath seizes momentarily at the thought that she could be his, forever.
He studies her in the low light, in all of her naked, sex-mussed glory, from her head to her toes. Her lips, still plump and kiss-swollen; the sharp contour of her collarbone with his teethmarks in it; her perfect, pert breasts; her taut belly and the small patch of dark hair at the the apex of her thighs.
He smiles when he reaches her toes and finds that they're painted a vibrant purple. Shaking his head in wonder at this woman, this goddess spread before him, he begins his perusal of her body anew, starting at her feet this time and slowly working up. And this time, when he reaches her face, he finds that her eyes are open.
She's gazing upon him softly with something indefinable in her eyes, something that looks a lot like love and want and unnecessary shyness, considering the things they did to each other just hours before. But if she's feeling even remotely like he is right now, she definitely wants to do it again, and again.
Taking the hand resting between them on the bed, she raises it to her mouth, kissing and sucking each digit deliberately, reverently. The same hand that has lovingly, longingly written their fictional story for the world to see, the same one itching to roam and explore her body once more.
She takes his captive hand then and shifts it, sliding it down the length of her torso and between her legs. She guides his fingers down, further down so he's parting her, two thick fingers gliding back and forth through her soaked folds until her hips are rolling hard against him.
For a time, he watches his ministrations to her; the shiny digits, glistening with her arousal, her need for him; the way she responds to his touch; her beautiful body and how it moves against his.
But as sexy as it is to see her body, to see the physical evidence of her desire for him, he turns back to watch her face instead as she unashamedly rides his hand. Flushed and half-lidded, her mouth hanging open as she takes panting little breaths, the wanton little moan that occasionally escapes her lips is almost his undoing.
It's the most wildly erotic thing he's ever seen in his life, seeing Kate Beckett like this, open and uninhibited and letting him love her the way he's always wanted to. And when her eyes slide shut and she throws her head back on a deep gasp as her orgasm takes over, he's never been more certain in his life that this is his last first time.
Hers, too.
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