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Chapter 70 ish

"Hurryl" Castle hissed with extreme urgency. "C'mon already."

"Shut up." She fumbled with the keys, tried to stop Castle from taking her in the damn corridor. and fended him off with a slapping hand on his. To no avail. She giggled and squirmed especially when he nibbled at the back of her neck. She shuddered. "Castle. Stop that or we won't get in."

"Faster," he growled into her ear, his hand snaking around her pelvis between her thighs. "I'm gonna get in."

"Stop it." She scorned in hushed tones, glancing down the corridor to ensure no one saw their public display.

"Hurry up," he urged not holding back his laughter. "No one is watching us," he reassured.

She slid the key home. She twisted the damn key. The lock gave. "Yuss!"

"Yes!" Rick reached out with his left arm and shoved open the door. It swung rapidly inwards clunking against a wall. Over balanced because she lost the support of the door, Kate toppled into the entrance. Beckett released a cry of surprise, because, like a Ninja, Castle single handedly righted her body, then swiftly maneuvered her slight frame inside the apartment. With the other hand, he grabbed the keys out of the door.

The candled fragrance of her home, what his consciousness associated with Kate, enhanced his desires for her. Jasmine. She liked jasmine, coconut, vanilla. He kicked the front door closed, locked it and dropped the keys in the bowl. Grunts and giggles broke the silence of the apartment.

Kate patted the wall to locate the light switches. With a click the living room lit up.

"Phones in the bowl," Castle ordered. He snatched the phone from her back pocket. He let go of her.

"No phones, Castle. Not a chance we're gonna be interrupted."

"Hurry up, Honey."

Rick extracted the laptop bag off her shoulder and discarded it on the floor. Once she had the boots off, his arms hooked around her hips once again, strong arms that easily turned her about. She squealed with laughter, and when he drew her abruptly to him she clutched his shoulders. She reached around his neck, their lips crashed and they were kissing. Kissing like mad.

She was hungry, pressed her body into his embrace and gave a hop when he lifted her off the floor. They were clumsy, disorganized but Rick had them stumbling across the living room and into her bedroom within seconds. He threw her to the bed. Joyous squeals of laughter erupted from her as she bounced on the mattress. Her hands were at her jeans, unbuttoned, unzipped. Rick was at her ankles and tugged at the denim, bringing her jeans down her hips, her legs, taking her panties with them.

He grinned boyishly as the jeans peeled off those long legs and he caught sight of the pink underwear. "I told you I'd see how much you want me."

"Shut the fuck up, Castle, and get here now." Kate reached out, had hold of his shirt as soon as he descended upon her and she tugged at the cotton material, pulling the shirt from his jeans.

He was at her top and they paused so she could extract it over her head, exposing her bra. Castle had the bra expertly unhooked in seconds and threw the item over his shoulder. No clumsiness with that task.

He pushed her down to the mattress, kissed her mouth, her neck, her left breast, felt her undo his belt, the zipper in no time. He ravished her harder than usual, was rougher and she was getting off on it. Long legs knocked and rubbed against his body and the hands urged his jeans down his ass, his legs. She grunted, released a cry when he sucked hard on her nipple, gripped at his hips when his actions paused hers.

Somehow, he managed to get right out of his clothing, lifted Kate up the mattress, held her down and guided her knees to part. He paused, his hand giving the apex of her legs an affectionate caress, and a moan of pure desire escaped him.

"Fuck I missed you, Kate." And before she had a chance to reply he went down on her.

Panting heavily, Beckett removed herself off Castle dropping to her back on the bed beside him. Equally spent, he stared at the ceiling soaking in the post climatic sensations. Castle breathed as hard.

Her right hand bent up to touch his left shoulder which caused him to look at her face. A tall slender body perspired and the cheeks glowed, her nipples remained hard. Her eyes were dilated and it was written over her face how much she adored him. She looked beautiful, so lovely he felt his throat tighten with emotion.

"You're so gorgeous," he whispered and stroked her bare hip. He closed his eyes momentarily, savoring the caress over his hair.

"Thank you," she whispered, her hot breaths ghosting his flushed faced, "You're pretty damn handsome."

"Ruggedly handsome," he declared with a boyish grin. "That was needed and we're just getting started."

"That was fucking great." She croaked out. "Messed the bed."

He laughed. What had cause the bed sheets to get messed up was Kate gripping and pulling at them. He'd had her crying out obscenities not long ago, and now her vocal chords were irritated. Pillows had been pushed off the sides of the bed when she had been vocal.

"You messed the bed." He corrected.

"You caused me to."

"I thought I broke you." He laughed.

"I missed you touching me."

"Yeah, I should go away more."

"No. You shouldn't."

"I liked the enthusiasm you had from the elevator onwards." He tilted up his head, peered down at his body contemplating whether it could perform again right now because he still wanted more of her.

"I liked your enthusiasm when you tossed me onto the bed," she replied then took a deep breath to slow her breathing.

He smiled, "Croaky voice."

"You caused that, Castle."

"Wonder the Police aren't banging on the door with the noise you made, Honey."

"You caused that too." She gazed down her body, still pulsing from its arousal. "God that was good. I needed that." She flopped her head back down, "I'm dizzy."

"Give it a minute," he replied, "You always get light headed."

"Mmm. Oxygen has gone from my brain." She laughed, lifted her knees up then plonked her legs back to the mattress. She purred out, "That bit when…"

He chuckled, "Oh yeah," he growled, "We're comfortable with each other now, right?"

She nodded. "Yes. I am, very."

"Good. Because there's gonna be plenty more of this later tonight."

"Promise?"

"Of course. When you pack your overnight bag, don't forget your fluffy cuffs." He rolled to his side to be closer, to look at her face, to stroke back strands of damp brown hair. He loved to gaze at her when she was in a satiated state. That after sex glow she oozed. She too rolled, her hand went to the side of his face, fingers stroked along his jaw going in the direction of his day growth.

"I won't.' She murmured. "My throat is sore. Water."

"Mm." He touched her lower lip. "You have whisker rash."

She smiled, kissed his finger tip, "I always have whisker rash with you."

"It'll go." He rested his hand to her bare hip. "I will call Alexis when we get up. We'll stop by the grocery store…"

"I'll cook for everyone."

His eyes widened, "Really?"

"I can cook, Castle."

"So you've said, Beckett," he teased then put his finger to her lips hushing her potential objection. He then pressed his lips to hers, slipping his hand to her jaw. She responded keenly until she needed air. Apart, she caressed his shoulder.

"I will cook and I missed you so much." Her hand went to his chest and her eyes stayed on his.

Rick had been about to retaliate with a smartass comment about cooking but the latter part of her statement silenced and sobered him. He assessed her expression, seeing nothing but contentment. He took hold of her hand, held it to his chest. "I've gotta admit I've never missed anyone like I did you this week."

Her eyes stared into his, then whispered, "You didn't call me." She swallowed, "Was hard."

"I went to a thousand times-"

"Shhh. I don't want excuses. I'm just saying I missed your calls."

Moments later, it was Kate who rolled away and got off the bed to go to the bathroom. She tossed two pillows back to the head of the bed. Rick watched her disappear, aware she would take a quick shower to freshen up. Awareness was also present that she had just escaped an awkward moment. She had been willing to share that she had missed him, his calls, but she had also scared the crap out of herself for saying it aloud. Even if it was circling in her conscious thoughts, put it out in the universe with such conviction had spooked her. He'd acknowledge quite clearly he'd missed her in the throws of lust, which hadn't bothered her. However, him returning a confession of the same feelings just then, had sent her spiraling out of control.

Given a minute or so, he followed Beckett into the bathroom. She had the shower water running and he looped his arm loosely about her bare waist, kissed her left shoulder. She stared at him via the mirror with widened eyes. She was spookily calm.

He looked to her reflection. "You okay?"

She gave a nod, "Feeling …" A hand waved about then touched her chest to explain what she was trying to say and she glanced over her shoulder at him then reverted to the mirror. "The view of my life, its changing."

"You're fighting with your old life versus your life with me it?"

"Mm" She shrunk into his embrace, hugged his arm against her tummy.

He pressed his lips to her cheek and squeezed. "Don't be scared. You'll always be safe with me." Then he stepped back and gave her backside a pat. "Get in the shower muse, the water is running."

She obeyed and turned about beneath the fall of water, to be close to him. "New life, but secret life and trying to remain in the old life so no one finds out about us." She said.

"But I'm new in your life at the Precinct and you are adapting rather gradually to that. Keep doing what you do because you have them all fooled."

"All I longed to do this morning when I saw you was hug and kiss you." She said as her arms slinked around his shoulders to link at the back of his neck.

"I hope fucking me was on your list because it certainly seems it was."

"Mm. I was. Kissing was a priority." She allowed her hair to get wet and he pushed it from her eyes. "Still is."

"Knock yourself out," he replied. He passed her the soap and sponge.

She lathered up, "I know what I will make for dinner. We just need to drop by the store."

"We will do that. I'll buy a nice wine too, Honey." He encouraged and happy with his rinse off, he got out of the shower.

About an hour later at Castle's apartment, Beckett was busy preparing dinner for the family. Martha and Alexis were home upstairs doing their thing. Beckett had told everyone she was happy to cook alone.

Castle decided against persisting to help and was sitting on the couch with his laptop on his lap. He was intrigued by Lady Irena. She had been partially responsible for revving his engines that evening. In the name of research for work, he was on this Lady Irena's website. Low sounds of screaming and moaning emanated from his computer which had caused Beckett to make a verbal inquiry as to what he was looking at. He replied honestly. He was so fully engrossed in his research, that he failed to notice when Alexis hurried downstairs. Because he didn't hear her on the landing, she crept across the living room hoping to surprise her Dad. She leaned in over his shoulder to see what he was doing.

When Alexis saw what he was looking at, she squawked, "Dad!"

Startled, Castle tried to close and balance his laptop. In the kitchen, Beckett had a little giggle to herself about his reaction.

Castle shot a look at Beckett for not warning him. She shrugged indifferently.

"Do we need to talk about this?" Alexis asked as she straightened up.

"This is research for a case." Castle defended

"Oh." Alexis responded and glanced to Beckett who pretended not to hear any of it as she went about her business in the kitchen.

Castle continued, "And we need to get you some noisier shoes. Seriously, I –" He turned around to face her, at which point saw she was wearing a cheerleaders uniform. He smiled, "Hey, you made the team."

Alexis glanced down to the uniform and shook the pom-poms, "No. Tryouts aren't for another month, but Ashley let me take her uniform home to see how it fits."

"And what do you think?"

"I think it's totally not me," Alexi smiled cheekily, "Which is why I kind of like it."

Castle asked in confusion, "It's not you? So, you like it?"

"Yeah. You know how in Storm Fall, you killed off Derrick Storm because you were bored with him?"

Castle shrugged, "Yeah."

"Well sometimes I feel that way about me, Dad, like I'm hiding inside my comfort zone. And maybe it's time to venture out a little."

"Well, does that venture have to include pom-poms?"

"I don't want to look back on high school and feel like I missed out on something." Alexis replied, "So promise you'll be supportive." She smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Castle too smiled and leaned into his daughter's show of affection, "Yeah, I, uh... I promise."

Alexis grinned, shot back up and commenced to jump about cheering. The pom-poms flew everywhere from the end of her arms. In the kitchen, Kate enjoyed the moment. Alexis gleefully shouted, "Go, Dad! Whoo! Move, move, move. Get out of the way. 'cause The Bears are comin', and we're ready to play. Go, Bears!" She went through a learned routine, a total beginner, then ran and jumped her way back to the stairs. She ascended them as quickly has she had come down them, this time with pom-poms on the go.

Kate yelled after her, "Dinner will be ready in five minutes, Alexis."

"I'll be there." The bouncing red head called back.

Beckett looked to Rick as he approached the kitchen counter. She couldn't resist the temptation to tease him. "Go, Dad." She hissed at him with a cheeky smile.

"You wait." Castle replied, "Till you have one of those of your own." He leaned against the counter and inspected Beckett's work. She had the table set for four, a large glass bowl containing a tossed salad was on the bench, along with a plate of sliced French stick, "You ever want to be a cheerleader?"

Beckett shook her head, "No." She turned off the burners, glanced to him in amusement, "Did you?"

Castle pulled a face at her. "Not me." He pointed to the ceiling in the general direction of his daughter's bedroom, "Alexis. You heard she wants to try out for the team?" He mimicked his daughter.

"I heard," Beckett answered, "So?"

"So? You see what they wear? She wants to join a team, why not join mathletes?"

She raised an eyebrow. "This is the man who said this morning he wants to see me in a Playboy Bunny outfit?"

"That's different."

"How? Show my legs, my bits, wear silly ears, effectively be meat, rather than carry pom-poms and be with my friends."

"Okay. You got me. You make me feel .." He paused and breathed in, looked at her eyes, "I knew that one would come back to bite me on the ass."

"A given."

"But it's a compliment as to how beautiful you are."

"Accepted." Beckett confirmed, then seriously asked, "Why can't she do both? Besides, kids try on personalities the way they try on clothes. It's the way that they figure out who they are." She opened a drawer, shuffled tools about. "Be happy she isn't in a Playboy Bunny outfit, Rick." She smiled devilishly and continued to search.

"I am. But the Playboy Bunny would make her a lot of money I guess. It did for my mother." He scratched his head, "What are you looking for?"

"Umm, the thing to get out the spaghetti." Beckett replied. "Her brains will make her money, Castle."

"Spaghetti spoon. Third drawer. Red handle. And yes, her brains will make her money."

She hunted and soon located what she wanted. She plonked the spoon into the middle of a large bowl of steaming pasta. She then fetched the pasta sauce she'd prepared and placed that beside the first bowl.

Castle inspected the spread, "It smells delicious, Honey."

"Mm. Thank you." She pushed both to the middle of the counter then reached for the glass of wine she was half way through.

"Can't wait."

"Well, hail the troops, Castle. Dinner is ready." She took a sip of wine as she surveyed her cooking. She had prepared one of her fondest meals her mother had once cooked her small family. A basic pasta dish. Castle went to the base of the stairs and called out for his mother and daughter.

They found each other in his office, after dinner was eaten and the dishes were done. Martha and Kate had spent a half hour talking sharing a second bottle of wine, while Rick had passed time with his daughter.

After some time alone, Kate came from the bedroom into the office where Castle was seated in one of the leather armchairs with his iPad. He put down the iPad distracted by a pair of long slender legs beneath a short satin nightdress.

"If your intention is to seduce me, it's working perfectly fine," he said as he opened out his arm inviting her to his lap.

She noted he was down to wearing only a t-shirt and boxers.

"Mm. Already did that today, and succeeded. Have Martha and Alexis gone to bed?" She inquired, glancing through the book shelf she saw the lights were off in the living area.

"Both are tucked in. C'mere."

She smiled and softly replied, "I'm here." She sat on his right thigh, slipped her bottom backwards to the gap between him and the arm of the chair then relaxed, resting her body against his, her legs folded.

"Its late." She said.

"Good. We can get on with what we planned earlier."