Title: Just Cause
By: greygoose70
Summary: Beckett' wedding
Saturday, 1:45pm, Saint Michaels Church
Richard Castle arrived at the church fifteen minutes prior to when the ceremony was to begin. "Relative or friend," the usher had asked him.
"Friend," he had answered, then requesting a seat as close to the front as possible.
The usher then led him down the aisle where Castle stopped when seeing Ryan setting at the end of a row. "This will work," he told the usher then got Ryan to scoot over so he could sit.
He sat there in silence until the traditional wedding song began then stood along with everyone else in attendance, turned to face the aisle so he could watch as the bride and her father proceeded toward the altar. He marveled how beautiful she looked in her white full flowing wedding gown, but she was always beautiful in his eyes, has been ever since he laid eyes on her when she crashed his Derek Storm book party. She had a smile on her face, it wasn't the same one she usually gave him as he handed her a skimmed latte with two pumps sugar-free vanilla and bear claw every morning, it appeared more resolved. Her hazel eyes sparkled but not in the way he thought they should. Maybe she was nervous, she didn't particularly do well in large gatherings, and this one here is very large. He closed his own eyes as they passed, his thoughts going back to that morning a month ago when as he passed her a cup of coffee, he saw the ring, a small simple diamond in a narrow band, and he blurted out, "you got engaged!"
"I did," she answered, "Will asked me last evening at the restaurant where we were having dinner," she had replied.
He remembered being stunned. How could she, Sorenson wasn't the man for her, he was a self-centered FBI nerd. Beckett, on the other hand, was kind and considerate to the victims loved ones…and he loved her.
Fortunately for her he had a secret that could put an end to this ceremony. When he opened his eyes, she was standing at the altar, where her father was kissing her cheek, who then turned and proceeded to his seat in the front pew.
She turned to take her place next to Sorenson, who took her hand in his and they faced each other. The priest then began to speak.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to join Miss Katherine Beckett and Mr. William Sorenson in the sacrament of holy marriage. May any of those gathered here today have just cause as to the union of these individuals, speak now or forever remain silent.
That was his cue, he stood and pronounced quite loudly, "I have just cause Monsignor!"
Ryan snatched Castle' coat sleeve trying to get him to sit back down while he spoke softly, "Castle, don't." Castle just yanked his arm away and stepped out into the aisle.
Beckett dropped Sorenson' hand and spun around, she knew that voice. "Castle," she said total surprise in her voice. "What are you doing?"
"Hopefully saving you from a fate worse than death." Then without taking his eyes off her continued. "Have you told her Sorenson. Told her about the transfer to Boston, the transfer you accepted a month ago, the transfer you need to report to by the end of next month. Have you?"
Beckett snapped her head around so she was facing Sorenson. "Is that true?" She stated a hint of anger in her tone. Sorenson said not a word just nodded his head in affirmation. "So, when were you going to tell me?" Her anger more evident.
"After the honeymoon," Sorenson said meekly.
Beckett was nearly shouting now. "And what about me? What about my job!?
"As my wife you would come with me," Sorenson replied so only she could hear him.
"Well, I'm not your wife, and I'm never going to be," her voice level not lowering one iota. She then removed the cheap engagement ring he had put on her finger a month ago and threw it at him, it bounced off his chest and landed on the floor at his feet. She then stepped down from the altar and ran over to where Castle stood, grabbed him by the arm while saying, "Come on Castle, let's get out of here."
As they made for the exit, she kicked off the 4-inch white heeled shoes she was wearing leaving them where they landed in the aisle. She ripped off the veil from her head and threw it down. She considered ripping of what she could of her dress but deemed that to be improper.
Once they were on the street Castle hailed down a cab, helped Beckett in then got in himself. The cabbie made some remark about newlyweds, Beckett spouted, "shut up." Castle just mumbled "not yet," then gave the driver Beckett' address.
Beckett started ripping at the wedding dress, she already had one sleeve off and was tugging at the other. Castle grabbed her hands to get her to stop. "I want it gone," she declared fighting him. "And it will be once I get you home," he responded as she stopped struggling, she then threw herself in to his lap and began sobbing uncontrollably.
Castle let her cry, began stroking up and down her spine while talking to her sweetly, telling her everything would be fine, he would take care of her. When they reached her place she sprinted from the cab and into her building. After paying the driver, he took off after her, reached her floor just as he heard her shout, "shit."
"What's the matter," he asked when reaching her.
"My keys and everything is at the church," as the tears started to flow again.
"It's okay Kate. I have a key, remember," reaching into his pocket, extracting a keyring then unlocking her door.
"Help me get this damn dress off," she blubbered through her sobs.
He instantly began undoing the buttons from their loops at the back of the dress. He was only halfway through them when she yanked down on the dress pulling it down over her breast exposing the lift-up bra she was wearing. He didn't bother then with undoing each button he just ripped the dress open, the buttons popping lose some ending up on the floor. He watched her shimmy out of the dress, then watched her standing in nothing but her bra and lace panties wad up the dress then rush out the door and send it down the garbage chute.
"Coffee or alcohol," he said as she reentered. "Alcohol," she answered.
"Okay, why don't you go put some clothes on while I see what you have."
"Why Castle, don't like what you see."
"I love what I see, it's just having a direct effect on my libido."
"Good," she replied heading to her bedroom.
When she returned she was wearing sweat pants and a NYPD t-shirt that was about two sizes too big. She instantly smelled the coffee but upon entering the kitchen she saw two glasses of wine on the counter.
"Thought we could start with the wine, finish with the coffee."
"Probably a good idea. I wouldn't want to wake up in the morning with a hangover. Oh hell…"
"What is it, Kate?"
"I don't have to worry about that, I have a week off for what was supposed to be my honeymoon."
"Kate, come with me to the Hamptons, it will do you good to get out of the city for a while."
She mulled it over in her mind before saying, "Yes, that sounds good, but we need to go back to the church first so I can get my belongings."
"Already taken care of. Mattie has already gathered up your stuff, is on the way here with them."
Just then there was a knock on the door. "That should be her," Castle commented on his way to let her in.
Mattie handed the bag with Kate' things to Castle then rushed over to give her friend a hug. "I knew that bastard was wrong for you, and with what he did just shows how big of an asshole he is," she stated when releasing her.
"That's what you used to tell me in college, and you were always right," Kate replied with a giggle. "So, how am I going to find the right man for me if you're not around to advise me."
"You already have. You just need to see it'" Mattie told her.
"Kate took a glace to where Castle stood sipping his wine, then back to Mattie and whispered in her ear, "I think you're right."
"As always."
AN: I was going to end this here but decided to get them in the Hamptons where something magical might happen. Read on to find out what.
Late Wednesday night, The Hamptons
Kate rolled over, peered again at the clock on the bedside table, the luminous red numbers telling her it was 11:58pm. Only four minutes had passed since she had last checked. "What's wrong with me, why can't I get to sleep?"She mumbled.
"You know why," her inner self replied back in a voice that sounded a lot like Matties.
"But am I ready."
"You've been ready for years," the voice answered.
"That was just a sexual fantasy."
"Then go to him and make it a reality."
"But I don't want to base our relationship strictly on sex."
Don't worry, he won't let you, he loves you. Now go."
She glanced at the clock again, 12:02am. Oh god, she had been having this conversation with herself for the last four minutes. But Mattie was right, it was time to meet this situation head on, so she crawled out of bed and walked to his room. She saw that his door was partially open so she peeked in, he was sitting with his back against the headboard, his laptop in his lap typing away. She marveled at the speed of his fingers across the keyboard, he was probably faster than she is. Suddenly she saw him stop, he closed the lid on the laptop then set it on the bedside table, then heard him say, "come on in Kate." That was another thing he had been doing, calling her Kate, not Beckett but Kate, maybe it was time she started addressing him as Rick more.
She had moved to the end of the bed trying to find the words, but he beat her to the punch saying, "what's on your mind Kate."
"You," she answered.
"Me," he replied surprisingly.
"Yes, you Rick. I want to tell you I'm ready."
"Come here," he said patting the bed next to him.
She crawled up the bed and sat beside him. Rick put his arm around her drawing her closer then leaned over and attached his lips to hers in a slow, sweet kiss.
Kate flung he arms around his neck keeping him there returning his kiss with a passion she didn't know she possessed. She wanted to tell him with this kiss that this was real, that she was his and nobody else's.
"Rick," she gasped as the lack of oxygen forced them to separate.
"Yes," he responded beathing heavily himself.
"I want you to know I'm in this, I'm just not ready to say the words yet. I'm…"
"It's okay Kate," he interrupted. "There's no rush, you'll know when the time is right. Now lay down and sleep, I'll be right here."
They scooted down together, Rick pulling the sheet over them as they went. She rolled to her side, he did the same spooning her, draping is arm over her. It was only a few moments later when he heard her soft snoring.
10:00pm Saturday
Kate shut off the water, grabbed one of the super large extremely soft towels and wrapped herself in it, then stepped from the shower. She moved over to the sink, picked up a hand towel, padded her face, neck and shoulders dry then blow-dried her hair. She checked herself in the mirror then scurried across the hall to the guest room. She sat down at the small round table and started applying eye makeup. She didn't normally go this extreme, but tonight she wanted to look good for him. He has already called her beautiful, a number of times actually, however, tonight she has a special surprise for him, and maybe herself as well. Done with her makeup, she went over to the bed where she had laid out two choice of sleepwear, now all she had to do was decide which one. She picked up the first one, the white, well what there was of it, transparent babydoll camisole with a white lacey triangular G-string for the bottom. This set she was sure would get his heart-rate escalating. Laying it down she picked up the other set, a white sheer lacey teddy. This one was reversible, the front having a sufficient enough vee in it to show an ample amount of cleavage, however when reversed it the vee went much deeper, clearly down to the navel, that's how she would wear it. She slipped her arms through the openings, tied the single support strings around her neck then secured the waist string. She debated on wearing the G-string, but then thought of the fun Rick would have taking it off her so she slipped it on. She put on the robe she had found in what she surmised was Alexis' room then made her way down to Rick' room, removed the robe throwing it across the arm of a chair and crawled into his, or was it their bed now, comfortable king-sized bed pulling the thousand count sheet up to her neck.
She could hear the shower water running in the ensuite, then instantly stop so she knew he would be out as soon as he dried his hair, it was his night-time ritual, much like hers.
Rick exited the ensuite, wearing a pair of blue boxers and superman t-shirt. The first place he looked as he passed through the portal was at the bed, and seeing Kate already there quickened his pace, flopped down on the bed, pulled the sheet up to his waist then rolled over to her and placed a kiss to her cheek. "Cold," he asked when seeing how high she had the sheet. "I can get a blanket out for you, if you'd like."
"No, I'm fine now that you're here." Kate was well aware tha Rick was a warm bodied person, usually kept the AC set at a cooler temp than what she would have. But lying in bed here with her, which has been their normal since she came to him Wednesday night, and his body pressed next to hers she was quite comfortable.
"Good," he said snuggling into her and placing his arm over her midsection.
"They lay there silent the only sound coming from their breathing, and well maybe the ceiling fan, until Kate broke the silence and said, "I want you to do something tonight."
"And what would that be my dear detective."
"Make love to me."
"Wha-what," he stammered, not quite believing what she just said to him.
"You heard me. Make love to me." Kate then lowered the sheet reveling her attire.
Rick raised up on his forearm, took in her appearance, the sultriness of her eyes, the sheerness lacey teddy. He was speechless, the words were there but he just couldn't get them to come out.
"Fortunately for him, Kate didn't have that problem. "I want this Rick. I want you." She then turned to him, took his face in the palms of her hands and pressed her lips to his.
"Are you sure about this Kate," he was able to say when she released his lips and getting his mouth to form the words from his head.
"Absolutely, and what better way to consummate our relationship."
He chuckled, then said, "Katherine Beckett, you just may be the death of me." He then leaned over and returned her kiss by placing his lips to hers. A kiss she exuberantly reciprocated.
As their kiss continued to escalate into the battle of tongues, Rick located the string tie at the back of her neck and loosened it then with his other hand lowered the front revealing her breasts. He cupped one and Kate moaned relishing in the warm feel of his touch. He released her lips and placed his mouth over the other breast and swabbed it with his tongue causing her to moan even louder, but when he nibbled gently on the nipple she screamed.
Kate was feeling the results of his ministrations, and he was only working on her breasts, how was she going to react when he actually entered her. Little did she realize that time was still a ways off.
Rick removed his hand from around her neck and placed it on her stomach, where he let it roam until he found the tie at her waist undoing it also then pushing the flimsy fabric aside. He continued to let his hand travel southward until it came upon the small piece of cloth that covered her folds, finding it wet.
Kate realized she was about to be completely naked before him, and yet he was still fully clothed, if you could call being in a t-shirt and boxer shorts as full clothed. This was not acceptable so she reached down and latched onto his t-shirt and began pulling.
Rick realized what she was doing so he raised up and assisted her until it was off and lying somewhere on the floor, he then hooked a finger into the waistband of his boxers, pushed them over his hips and down his legs until he could toe them the remainder of the way off. He then returned to her breasts.
She had his shirt off, and he had removed his shorts and now his mouth and hand was back on her breast. She shimmied out of her top and it now laid on the floor with his shirt. The ceiling fan was casting a cool breeze over her but it was the touch of his hand at the vee of her legs that is causing the heat throughout her entire body.
Rick stuck his index finger down the front of the G-string, the fingernail just barely grazing the tip of her folds but it sent a jolt through her and she screamed "oh god," so he quickly pulled it down, the elastic band easily stretching as it passed over her buttock, passed her thighs, her calves then over her feet and down to the floor. Now that they were gone he went back to her folds and inserted a finger, then a second.
When Kate felt the brush of his finger at the top of her opening, she couldn't stop herself from screaming. Whatever she shouted must have spurred him on because now the G-string is gone and he has two fingers buried inside her. And so she screamed again only longer and louder. She began to shiver as his fingers began to move, first just in and out but then he added a rotating action that aroused her even more. She knew she was close so she mouthed through ragged breath, "faster, harder." So he complied with her wishes and increased his speed and force, he even added stimulation to her clit with his thumb. That was the straw that did it, her hips jolted up, she shouted an obscenity, several times, her shivers turned into intensive shakes, her pubic muscles tighten around his fingers. All of this went on for more than a minute during which time he kept his fingers inside her, but then she crashed, her hips plumped down on the bed and she gasped for air.
Rick kept his eye on her until she began to breathe somewhat normally then retracted his finger from inside her immediately inserting them in his mouth and sucking off her juices. He then leaned over and gave her an opened mouth kiss instantly seeking entrance which she gave him then seeking out her tongue so she could taste herself.
Rick slowly remove his tongue from her mouth and placed a slow languished kiss to her lips. Finally separating he gazed into her eyes, saw the happiness there.
She returned his gaze saying, "that was awesome."
"Just the beginning," he whispered into her ear in that throaty sexy laden voice he has. Using a finger, he moved some strands of her hair aside and placed his lips to her throat, directly on the artery there gently sucking on it then releasing it with a kiss, then moving on down to her clavicle doing the same there.
She let out a "hmm," when he sucked on her artery. That was definitely going to produce a hickey went through her mind, but then he continued to travel down to her clavicle repeating his action, then on to her shoulder and down to her chest. Holy cow, he's marking me as his," she thought, but she didn't care, because she is.
When Rick got to her chest, he ceased what he was doing, raised his head, peered into eyes once again, saw the wonderment there, so he kissed her again, small pecks at first, whisper the same mantra between each kiss, "you're mine." After about the sixth kiss he nibbled her bottom lip, again requesting entrance but before giving it to him she pulled back slightly and said, "and you're mine." Their lips met again, both attempting to gain access into the others inner cavern.
As their kiss continued Rick crawled over placing himself on top of her then using his legs spread her long glamorous ones apart. This is it, went through her mind, they were finally to be united as one, but instead she felt him release from the kiss, and began traversing down while placing small kisses over her body. But it wasn't just his lips she could feel, it was his hands, in particular is fingers as well, they were slowly making their way down her sides, not tickling but caressing, mapping. He was tracing every part of her, committing to memory her erogenous areas, which she is discovering she had a lot of, and where she let would let out a low "hmm" every time he hit one.
Rick had finally arrived at that point where his face was positioned at the vertex of her legs, his mouth directly in line with her folds, so with his togue he did a swipe over them from bottom to top, and she screamed, "HOLY JESUS". He knew that Kate had been raised catholic, but he was pretty sure that Jesus had nothing to do with what just happened.
Kate screamed when feeling his tongue sweep over her vital area. She wasn't a prude, she has had sex with other men, has been fingered by them, has felt their member inside her, but none of them had ever gone down on her with their tongue, and the feeling was so much different, it excited her for what was yet to come. She didn't have wait long, because he instantly did it again, but this time stopped at the top and flicked the tip of her sexual nerve center, and damn if she didn't scream again.
On his third trip over the outer walls of her folds he worked his way through into her inner walls and finally into her core. He swirled his tongue inside her making contact with ever surface, each time eliciting a moan of pleasure from her, however, he knew that using his tongue alone wouldn't achieve a climax from her so with one hand he located her clit, began stimulating it. This produced louder and longer moans.
She reached down placing her hands to his head keeping him there, the sensation of what he was doing to her now, something she had not experienced before driving her to what she is sure will be another body wracking orgasm, it was already starting to have the desired affect she craved, and in a much shorter time than she expected. Her loins were already beginning to heat up as he drove his silky smooth tongue deeper into her and the pressure to her clit became firmer. She couldn't wait any longer so "more" she mumbled silently not sure if he heard her, but evidently he did for suddenly the darting of his tongue got quicker, the pressure and rotation to her clit firmer. And moments later it began, the jerking up of her hips, the shakes, the tightening of the pubic muscles. She plopped back down as her tremors subsided, her climax ending. But has it, because now something else is happening. He has removed his tongue but something else is being inserted into her, it's his fingers. Is he going to finger fuck me again," but wait his fingers are in a different position, they are pointed up and forward of her openings wall, and from what he is doing he is searching for something and "holy fucking cow," he just found it. She thought her hips rose higher before; this time it was like her entire body sprung up off the bed.
Rick knew when he found her G-spot, her reaction couldn't have been more telling. He wanted to get her off quickly, his own body telling him it was time for him to enjoy a release and he wanted to have it when being inside her. He went right to the task at hand and began working her G-spot and clit simultaneously.
This is impossible, she had just completed an orgasm, and here she was on the verge of another, but with what he is doing to her now her body is telling her to get ready it's about to happen again…and it does.
Rick lets her run through her orgasm but as soon as she begins the after effects he gets to his knees, scoots up to her opening, takes his own organ in his hand, rubs the head up and down her saturated opening, coating it with her juices then proceeds to enter her swiftly and completely. He lowers himself over her, resting himself on his forearms, stares into her eyes, that are dark with desire, probably as dark as his own, but the smile she is wearing is saying everything he wants to hear, so he leans forward and kisses her. He begins to move within her, out and in, out and in. On the third inward move she trust up to meet him.
It couldn't have taken more than a nano-second from the time her third climax was over before she felt him enter her and enter her, he did without any preamble or forewarning, quickly and smoothly. He was long, thick and hard, filled her completely, deeper than anyone before him. And when he began to move it was euphoric, so much so that she needed to enhance it, so she joined him by thrusting up to meet his inward ones.
She knew he was getting close by the quickening of his thrusts, and by god she wanted to be there with him when he exploded into her, so she reached in between their bodies, found her clit, started manipulating it vigorously. Although her breathing was more like heavy gasps she was able to say, "go ahead Rick, let loose I'll be right there with you," so with one final thrust he began unleashing his creamy substance into her. When she felt his first shot she pinched her clit firmly and let go with her own orgasm.
Later, after their bodies had returned to a normal state, Kate laid with her head nestled between Rick' neck and shoulder tracing circles around one of his pectorals with her finger. Her mind began wandering, "do I love Rick?"
Of course you do.
Oh god, not you again.
Who did you expect, the tooth fairy.
Okay, okay, but is it too soon to tell him?
It's never too soon.
But what if…
Stop it! There are no what ifs.
Alright already, I'll find a way to tell him. She then had an idea so she ceased tracing circles and wrote something in the space between his pectoral, then wrote it again below what she had just written, then wrote it again, the three words she was so nervous to say, "I love you."
Rick laid there content, the love of his life snugged next to him, her legs entangled with his, her finger making designs on his chest. But now these weren't just random designs, no, she was writing. It took him a couple of times to figure out what she was trying to say but when he did, he reached down and wrote something at the end of the last time she wrote her declaration.
Kate was startled when she saw Rick' hand wrote something, so she studied what it was, just one letter. But it wasn't a letter, it was a number, the number two and it was written at the end of her last line, so she visualized the line in its entirety, letting her lips move silently as she read it. It read, I Love you 2.
End of Story
AN: I told myself some time ago that I would never write another sex/love scene in detail, but this story just begged for one, so there it is. I will now go back to where I will imply that our favorite couple make love but not describe it in detail. Hope you enjoyed this story, review if you so desire.
PS: I never liked the Sorenson character, enough said.
PPS: How did Castle know about Sorenson' transfer to Boston, well to put it in Castle' own words, "I know a guy."