ANYTHING GOES
7X11 SCENE INSERT
RATED M
Last night was amazing.
Wait, are you talking about the put-together we did on the case, or…
That.
Oh, she's missed this.
She's missed having her husband at the precinct, yes, but more than that, she's missed their easy exchanges, his crazy theories, the way they bounce ideas off each other. The rush that it sends through her, knowing they're on the same page, so in tune with each other that they finish each other's sentences.
And, as Rick growls "Oh my God, I missed this" and crashes his mouth to hers, it's obvious that they are, as usual, on the same page.
His hands fall to her hips and he tugs her into him, pressing his groin to hers, and she moans when she feels his erection, buries her fingers in his hair and slicks her tongue against his. He shoves her jacket off her shoulders, and she quickly throws it to the floor, fists his shirt in her hands.
"Are we-" She gasps when his teeth find her earlobe and he tugs. "Fuck. Are we alone?" she manages.
Rick nods, his mouth trailing down her neck, his hands pulling up her shirt. "All night," he rasps.
She arches when he cups her breasts with his hands, and her fingers fumble with the buttons on his shirt, desperate to feel his bare skin against hers. She barely has it unbuttoned when he starts walking them towards the couch, his mouth never leaving her skin.
He finally straightens when her legs hit the couch and she sits, and he gazes down at her with dark, hungry eyes, and shrugs off his shirt.
She drops her gaze to the front of his pants, to the outline of his cock. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and she reaches for his belt, quickly undoes his pants and shoves them down his thighs. She looks up at him when she pulls down his boxers, revealing his erection, hard and thick and so, so tempting.
He threads his fingers through her hair and raises his brows, and she smirks and leans forward, wraps her lips around the tip.
He groans and palms the back of her head, and he slowly thrusts his hips, sliding his cock further into her mouth. His groan is music to her ears, and she moans and undoes her pants so she can drag her fingers through her arousal. She curls the fingers of her other hand around his base, pumping him as she caresses him with her lips and tongue, until he pulls back and slides out of her mouth.
"Bed," he growls, taking her wrist and pulling her up.
She tugs him along with her, squealing when he grabs her waist and plasters himself to her back, slowly grinds his cock against her ass. She gasps when she hits the mattress and he pushes her forward, and he yanks her pants and underwear to her knees, grips her hips and enters her in one rough thrust.
"Jesus," she gasps, gripping the duvet, pushing back into him as he pounds into her, setting a furious pace that she knows has one purpose only: to make them both come and come fast.
His fingers find her clit and he rubs frantically, and he groans, buries himself deep as he pulses with his release. Her orgasm follows, his fingers on her clit refusing to let up even as she trembles, her inner muscles clenching, her hips rolling to draw out her pleasure.
She collapses onto the bed, panting, grunts when Rick presses his lips to the top of her spine and sits on the floor, leans back against the bed.
She joins him and finds his hand, laces her fingers through his, and lifts their joined hands so she can brush her lips across his knuckles. She pushes herself off the floor and ducks into the bathroom to clean up, then grabs her robe on the way out.
She expects her husband to still be on the floor, or maybe relocated to the bed, so when she emerges to find him standing and looking down at a familiar box, she pauses.
He glances behind him when she approaches, and his lips lift in a slow smirk.
"What's this?" she asks in a low voice, stopping at his side.
He reaches out and tugs the belt of her robe. "Pick one," he husks, pushing her robe off her shoulder. He trails his lips across the back of her neck, and she feels him smile against her skin when her entire body trembles with a shiver.
He moves behind her and cups her hips with his hands. "Pick one," he repeats, his words muffled by her skin.
"For me, or you?" she manages.
He chuckles and slides his hands up her torso. She arches into his touch when he cups her breasts and brushes his fingers across her sensitive nipples. He nips her ear. "Both."
Her breath catches in her throat when he pinches her nipples, sending arousal straight to her core. "Rick," she breathes, pushing her hips back into his, feeling his cock grow against her ass.
A moment later he steps away, and she shivers at the cool air that hits her with the loss of his warmth. She hears him step into the bathroom, and she takes the opportunity to study the items on the bed.
She'd teased him once about her kinky box, but when it comes to toys, they both prefer scarves and blindfolds to whips and ball gags. Well, and of course, she still has her personal toys, which don't get used nearly as frequently as they used to.
She draws her bottom lip between her teeth as she trails her finger along the soft rope they'd purchased after returning from Arizona. The hog-tying class Rick signed her up for on their undercover-turned-real honeymoon has come in handy a few times, but she doesn't feel like using the rope, not tonight.
She hears Rick emerge from the bathroom and she makes her choice, grabs the silk scarves, and turns to face him, holding them out.
"You first," she husks, her body going hot when she notices the gleam in his eye.
He climbs on the bed without a word, and she moves the box to the floor before kneeling on the mattress next to his shoulder. She feels his dark gaze on her, following every move as she ties first his right wrist, then his left, tugging the knots to make sure they don't come undone.
"Okay?"
He nods.
His hips lift when she straddles his waist, one knee on either side of his torso, but she doesn't heed his silent request. Instead, she cups his face and leans down, takes his mouth with hers, rolls her hips against his stomach as his tongue caresses hers with long, languid strokes.
Before long, she's panting against his mouth, grinding her hips on him, covering his skin with her arousal.
"Fuck," he groans, tearing his mouth from hers, "come here."
She grins and kisses him again before rising to her knees and shifting over his head. She sees him grin, and then she lowers herself onto him, gasping and falling forward at the first stroke of his tongue through her folds.
She feels his chuckle more than she hears it, and she grips the top of the headboard with one hand, buries the other in his hair. "Castle," she gasps, rolling her hips, closing her eyes, trying to prolong the orgasm he's obviously determined to give her.
They've played this game before, with her husband seeming to believe that the sooner he gets her off, the sooner she'll untie him. And sometimes it works, sometimes she wants nothing more than to feel his hands on her.
But not this time.
She doesn't discourage the work of his experienced tongue, his ability to know when to stop teasing her with slow licks and focus all of his attention on her clit. She simply rocks her hips harder, faster, gasping when he flicks her clit with his tongue, following her movements the best he can.
She cries out and trembles with release, her orgasm rushing through her. Rick hums, his tongue never letting up, drawing out her climax until she collapses against the headboard.
"Untie me," Rick groans, drifting his mouth across her upper thigh, licking through the arousal covering her skin. "Fuck, lemme touch you."
She shakes her head even though he can't see her, but she does shift her hips so she can cover his mouth again. "Not-" She curses when he renews his work on her, flattening his tongue on her already-sensitive clit, moaning as she rocks against him, sending herself towards another climax.
She leans back and props her hands on his waist, looks down to see him lift his head, never losing contact with her core. She's tempted to free his hands when she notices him straining against the scarves, but she doesn't, instead drops her head back and loses herself to the pleasure.
Before she falls over the edge, she straightens up and lifts herself from his tongue, shifts back, grips his cock, and sinks onto him with a load moan.
"Jesus Christ," Rick moans, bending his knees and lifting his hips, his upward thrusts meeting her with every stroke.
Kate digs her fingers into his waist, her hips moving at a frantic pace, pounding, grinding, until finally Rick's whole body goes tense, his arms flexing, head thrown back as his cock pulses with his release.
Her orgasm follows, and she falls forward, crashes her mouth to his as she rolls her hips and spasms around him.
He surges up when she starts to pull away, and she chuckles and frames his face in her hands, caressing his tongue with hers, long, slow strokes sending shivers down her spine.
"Can I touch you now?" he murmurs when they part.
She grins. "I guess," she teases. She lifts herself off him and gets to work on the scarves, isn't surprised in the least when he grabs her as soon as his hands are free.
He buries his fingers in her hair and pulls her down to him, and she chuckles against his mouth when he rolls them over and pins her against the mattress.
She wraps her arms around his shoulders, holding him to her as she slows the kiss. Her body still hums with desire, but they both need time to recover before they can go again.
Rick nudges her nose with his when he breaks their kiss, and she giggles and plays with the fine hairs at the nape of his neck. "Later?" he murmurs, his lips brushing hers.
She lifts a mischievous brow; she's tempted to say no, to tell him to have his wicked way with her now. But it's been a long day for both of them, so she cups the back of his head and pulls his mouth down to hers for a quick, chaste kiss. "Later."
"Kate."
Her lips lift at the whisper of her name in her ear, and her eyelids flutter open and land on her husband, gazing down at her, his head propped up on his hand. She starts to turn to face him, but her hand is tugged back by something.
She frowns and turns back to look behind her. What-
Oh.
She turns her gaze back to Rick, this time noticing the mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Well, this is unexpected," she teases, tugging her wrists against the scarves holding her in place.
Rick smirks. "Is it really? Because I'm pretty sure you picked them with this exact scenario in mind."
Her cheeks go hot. He's not wrong.
"So what's your plan?" she manages to ask, her voice a low husk that she almost doesn't recognize.
He doesn't answer, just smirks and slips off the bed, leaving her tied up and bare and trembling with arousal and anticipation.
He bends down, then reappears after a moment with a familiar purple item in his hand.
She takes a slow, stuttered breath as he climbs back onto the bed, kneeling on either side of her legs.
Early in their relationship, when they'd shared snippets of intimate information - fantasies, kinks, even things they were curious about but had never tried - she'd admitted to getting herself off more times than she could count with him in the center of her mind. He'd pressed for more until she'd finally relented, grabbed her favorite vibrator - the one he's currently holding - and let him watch.
"I want to know what gets you off," he'd murmured, turning on the lamp and sitting at the edge of the bed, "and I want you to show me."
He sets the vibrator on the bed now, and he runs his palms up her thighs, smirks when her hips lift and a pleading whimper falls from her lips. He leans forward as he does, and he lowers his mouth to her thigh, trails his lips and tongue up her skin. He stops before reaching her center, simply smiles against her skin and moves up to her torso.
She gasps when he reaches her chest, and she tugs her arms, strains her wrists against the scarves as he takes one peaked nipple into his mouth.
Fuck, why the fuck did she agree to this? She wants to touch him, to bury her fingers in his hair and hold him to her, to drag her nails down his chest as he pounds into her. She wants to take his face in her hands as they kiss, to curl her fingers around his cock, to feel him grow and pulse in her hand.
Although - she gasps when he slips his hands between her legs, trailing his fingers through her arousal - she does love what being restrained does, how it enhances every touch.
Her fingers clench around air and her body arches as he dips an exploratory finger into her entrance. She's so turned on that she can feel her wetness on her thighs, and she squirms into his touch, whimpers again when he removes his hand.
"Fuck, Kate," he husks, his voice deep and almost as dark as his eyes. "Barely even touched you and you're already-" He leans down and swipes his tongue through her folds with no warning, causing her to gasp and lift her hips into his touch. He hums in pleasure as he sits up, a smile tugging at his lips.
"Castle," she whispers, desperate for more.
He shakes his head and leans back on his haunches. "I wanna watch you squirm," he rasps, "tease you until you beg for me to let you come. And then I'm gonna fuck you until you can't see straight."
Her whole body goes hot.
Her legs involuntarily close when he picks up the vibrator, and he raises his brow and fits his leg between hers, forcing her to part them again. She expects him to turn the vibrator on right away, but he doesn't, instead drags the head through her arousal. She gasps at the cool sensation, the smooth, slow slide against her before he teases her entrance with it.
She drops her knees to the bed, opening herself up for him, and he lifts a mischievous brow and pushes it all the way in.
It's a little smaller than Rick's cock, something she knows fills him with pride. But still he likes to watch her, even if he usually ends up taking over before she finishes.
He seems to have a lot of patience tonight, though, moving the toy in and out, keeping the strokes slow and deliberate. He pulls it out to tease her clit, pushing it inside again, mimicking the thrust of his cock with every thrust of the toy.
Her hips lift into his touch, meeting him stroke for stroke, her breath catching in her throat as his movements quicken.
She's so close already, almost blind with pleasure, her fingers clenching air, and then he presses a button and the vibrator springs to life inside her, sending shockwaves through her. His other hand finds her clit, rubbing furiously, and she cries out as she climaxes, arching into his touch.
She's still coming when he takes out the vibrator, and she barely registers that he turns it off and throws it aside before he grips her hips and slams his cock into her.
She manages to open her eyes long enough to take him in: his brows furrowed in concentration, his chest shining with sweat, the look of pure, unadulterated bliss on his face.
He throws back his head and groans, burying his cock deep, his hips jerking with his release. His fingers find her clit again, and she locks her ankles at his back, rolling her hips against his touch, drawing out her own orgasm, until finally she falls to the bed, her limbs trembling, body spent.
"Have I-" Rick pants as he collapses on top of her, his voice muffled by his face in her neck, "told you lately-" He lifts himself to his elbows and gazes down at her with dark, hooded eyes, a satisfied smile on his face. "-how much I love playing with toys?"
She laughs and cranes her neck to kiss him, but pulls back and winces when she tries to wrap her arms around him. Now that all of the sensations aren't just between her legs, and she's done coming so hard she almost blacked out, she can feel the ache in her shoulders and wrists from straining against the scarves.
She squeezes his waist with her legs to get his attention. "Wanna untie me?" she teases.
He smirks. "Sorry."
She cups his face in her hands once freed, and she brings his mouth to hers, slicks her tongue against his before pulling away.
He's leaning against the pillows when she returns from the bathroom, and she grins and slides in next to him, into his warm, welcome embrace, where they both drift off to sleep.
-FIN-