Prompt: put your playlist on shuffle and write something inspired by the first song that plays.
Was it ever really love
If the night that we broke up
Both went out to go hook up
With the one we told each other not to worry about.
- seven, Natalie Jane.
She had wondered how many times they could have the same argument. The same, pointless argument.
It didn't matter how many times she assured Josh that there was nothing going on between her and Castle... her words of reassurance fell on deaf ears.
He's my partner...
Josh wasn't insecure about the time she spent with Ryan and Esposito.
We're just friends...
Even she knew that wasn't the full truth. But she would tell him he had nothing to worry about - and she meant it. She would never cross that line with Castle.
At least... she thought she wouldn't.
But then she did.
Because, really, what was stopping her? Josh had started that argument for the last time. She couldn't take it anymore. She was sick of not being trusted. She was sick of the jealousy.
Everyone knows you've fucked him...
Well if everyone already thought it, she may as well... right?
He wasn't expecting her - that was evident when he opened the door looking puzzled. It was almost 3am and he hadn't received as much as a phone call or text message to warn him of her impending arrival.
"Beckett? Is everything okay?"
She shouldn't be here. He was leaving for his book tour in less than five hours - he needed his rest. But she was here now. She had talked herself into this... convinced herself it was a good idea.
Don't overthink it...
She stepped across the threshold, invading his space. If she was unwelcome, he didn't say it. If he was uncomfortable, he didn't show it.
He held her gaze as the sleepiness drained from him. The words remained unspoken, but the message was loud and clear.
She held his face, bringing herself to him. Their lips connected and the warmth that radiated from him melted away any lingering reservations she had. Years of tension uncoiled as he gripped her hips, pulling her as close to him as physically possible.
One hand left her body and the door slammed shut behind her. His hand found her again, this time slipping it's way under her shirt. His touch was hot against her bare skin and his palm roamed her torso. She brought her hands to his hair, combing her fingers through the thick locks. Her nails massaged his scalp as she grasped at him.
His hands slid down her back, over her ass and gripped at the back of her thighs. He hoisted her up and she wrapped her legs around him, her pelvis resting against his. She thrusted toward him, bringing a guttural growl from him. Effortlessly, he carried her to his bedroom.
She dropped her legs from his waist, creating just enough space between them for her to begin removing his boxer shorts. He brought his hands under her shirt and up her abdomen, cupping her breasts and swiping his thumb across the material that covered them. The vibrations she moaned against his lips fuelled his passion as he tore away the layers of clothing that clung to her body.
Their naked bodies - sweaty and gleaming under the moonlight that cascaded through the window - worked together in perfect synchrony as they ravished one another in a carnal embrace.
Consequences, be damned.