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TITLE: Queen of the Castle
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of ?
FANDOM: Castle
SHIP: Castle / Kate
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: Season 2
SYNOPSIS: SPOILER WARNING: After Kate finds her mother’s killer and then ends up killing him to save Castle, their relationship changes.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Castle. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and holds license to them. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com
CHAPTER ONE
Detective Kate Beckett moaned softly, her eyelids fluttering closed, her body settling into a strange state of tension and relaxation as she leaned her weight back against the solid masculine form behind her. Her head dropped back to rest on the pillow of his broad shoulder, his chest warm against her shoulder blades. She licked her lips before trapping the lower one behind her teeth to stifle a louder moan as his hand worked its way even deeper into her panties, the snaps on her jeans making soft little pops as they came undone under the strain of his flexing hand.
She breathed heavily through her nose as he explored her, his fingers caressing and delving into her channel while his palm ground and rolled her clit to buzzing, electric life. Her sex clenched and twisted against his thick, probing digits, also wringing a heavy flood of hot cream from her core. Her hips started to rock of their own accord, grinding against his hand and the thick bulge of his desire she could feel against the curve of her ass and the small of her back. His other hand slid up under her top and camisole, leaving a hot trail on the skin of her taut belly, then tickling her ribs before cupping her breast. Kate jerked slightly with the jolt of pleasure that connected her chest to her crotch as he firmly fondled her breasts and then tweaked both her nipple and clit at the same time.
She felt his breath hot on her cheek and she turned her head without opening her eyes. His tongue made a quick swipe across her teeth where they still pressed into her lower lip and she released it, knowing what he wanted, knowing that she wanted to give it to him. His lips captured hers and then his tongue plundered her mouth. She let her tongue fence and then wrestle sinuously with his as their lips locked and slid together sensuously. “He is just way too damn good at this.” She admitted to herself as his hands and his lips sent continuous waves of delight singing across her nerves, making parts of her body go loose and languid with heat against him while at the same time others became taut and quivering.
Kate reached up and back to cup the back of his head, her fingers worming into his hair to find and massage his scalp. Her skin felt hot and itchy, alive with desire and still she wanted more. She whined into his mouth as he found that special spot inside her and his fingers caressed it with expert skill drawing a fresh torrent of sex grease onto her already saturated folds. She felt her knees go weak in reaction to the powerful surges of pleasure and she was grateful for his solid support. “I’ve let this go way too far.” She admonished herself and tightened her fingers in his hair and used her hold to pull his lips off hers. He growled and resisted her and she pulled harder.
“Enough, Castle. We’re going to get caught.” She hissed at him while having to to stifle another groan as his hand at her breast and on her crotch picked up their pace. “Doesn’t that just make it that much better, just that bit more exciting, knowing just how easily we could be discovered?.” He mused in a low purr against the shell of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine and a burst of heat into her belly and chest as he rolled both her straining, stiff nipple and her buzzing clit at the same time. “Stop it.” She ordered, but her voice sounded unconvincing even to her ears. What he was doing just simply felt too good.
Rick had followed her into the evidence room and after he’d wrapped his strong arms around her and his lips had nuzzled at her neck, awakening her, she’d let him guide her deeper in amongst the shelves. The evidence room at the station just wasn’t that large and even at its back they weren’t very well hidden from view of the door. It was late, but a New York police precinct was never really short of people. She could hear them moving about outside. “You didn’t come over last night.” She accused him, deciding to change tack. Maybe if she started an argument he’d be the one to stop because she had realized she didn’t have the strength or will to stop him.
“I wanted to, but Alexis and my mother are both starting to get suspicious and we are trying to keep this a secret, aren’t we?” he replied way too evenly and reasonably, his hands not missing a beat. “Right… A secret… Remember. Not much of a secret if we get caught in the middle of the precinct.” She noted, latching onto his words to find a logical argument for him to stop even as she circled her hips to grind her ass against the hot tube of his rampant manhood, her breath shuddering into her lungs to expand her breast into his flexing hand. She let it out slow, not sure if she was relieved or disappointed as his hands stilled.
“I really wanted to come over last night.” He told her, his breath heating her ear as the hunger and suggestiveness in his tone heated every other part of her. “He wasn’t playing fair, she’d really wanted him to come over too. For, a variety of reasons beyond their control, it had been three days since they’d last “been together”, since he’d shared her bed and she missed him in his new role as her lover. He was still a valuable colleague and they had managed to keep the two roles separate, until now. She was starting to wonder whether that was what was scaring her more than the thought of getting caught. That, despite her protests, the need he had awoken in her made her quite willing to blur that line.
It had all started on the night she’d had to kill the assassin who had killed her mother. She’d tried to revive him, keep him alive until the paramedics arrived, but to no avail. There was no satisfaction in killing the man who had killed her mother, the person who had hired him and the reason behind it all died with him. She kept pounding at his chest, hoping beyond hope to restart the beat of his heart although she knew it was useless. It had been his strong hands gently grasping her wrists and stilling her bloodied hand. It had been his warm chest she had sagged against when her strength suddenly left her. It had been his tall form that had lifted her to her feet and guided her to the bathroom where he had washed the blood from her hands before taking her home without a word passing between them.
Kate blinked at the strangely sharp, but hollow sound of the door locking behind her as Castle closed it. The day’s events crashed down on her like a punch to the gut and she felt her knees start to buckle, but then he was there. She spun and clutched at his broad shoulders and buried her face in his warm chest as she simply let go. The tears poured out of her with all the pent up emotions associated with the death of her mother, some as old as the event itself and some as new as that very night. His strong arms wrapped around her and she clutched handfuls of his jacket, twisting the material in her tight grip as the sobs racked her.
Somehow, they were on her sofa, her legs drawn up on the seat with most of her body cradled in his arms on top of his. He gently stroked her hair and softly crooned that everything would be okay, that she just had to let it all out and to her surprise she believed him. The waterworks finally subsided and with it the tension that had pervaded her very being for such a very long time. His heart was a strong, rhythmic thump under her ear, his chest a steadily rising and falling pillow with his arms a warm, comfortable cocoon around her as she relaxed and caught her breath. She could see the stains her tears had left on his shirt as her blurry world came back into focus. He was so quiet and still that she thought he might have somehow fallen asleep. “Castle?” she queried surprised at how rough and raw her voice sounded.
“Hey there, Beckett.” He greeted her, his voice soft and comforting. He started to move his arms to allow her to sit up and she was unable to stop the sound of disapproval that spilled from her lips or her body from tensing. He kept his arms where they were and she relaxed again. Kate blinked once and cast her gaze downward to verify what she was feeling against her hip and bit lightly at her lower lip as he continued to grow and stir before her eyes. “Errr… Sorry about that, an unconscious reaction. You feel and smell kinda nice and … “ He apologized and again started to shift. “Don’t apologize.” She said softly and bringing her arm up and curling her hand around the back of his head, shifted up closer to his face even as she pulled his head to hers. She craned her head back and pressed her lips to his.
She saw shock widen his eyes as he tensed and his lips remained unresponsive against hers. Kate tightened her grip on the back of head, manually angling his head to further cement the kiss. She flicked out her tongue, slipping it between his lips to test the ramparts of his teeth. Castle groaned, making his lips vibrate against hers and then his mouth opened and he was kissing her back. He went from hesitant to hungry in the blink of an instant and she welcomed it. His strong arm pulled her to him while one of his hands wound into her hair to massage her scalp as their lips wrestled and their tongues dueled.
She started to grind against him, her hips undulating to rub herself against him. Sparks lit up in her chest as her breasts flattened against his chest and her now swollen and stiff nipples scrapped against the confines of her bra. She could feel his manhood, hot, long and hard, throbbing against her hip through the material of their clothes. Liquid heat blossomed inside her in response as her channel twisted and flexed against itself and her core contracted to expel a flood of slippery cream in anticipation. They kissed hard and hungry, lips tongues and teeth testing and tasting with wild abandon. They were both breathing hard and she had that strangely wonderful lightheaded feeling and the sparks in her chest intensified as their chests heaved against each other.
Rick pulled away and she unconsciously followed his lips. He was only able to break the kiss when he got hold of both her shoulders and was able to hold her in place as he moved back. “Kate. Kate! Kate!!” he called her name until she stopped pressing against his hands in a bid to recapture his lips. She licked her lips, collecting his flavor. “He must use cherry lip balm.” A small part of her catalogued while another told her that they were wearing way to many clothes. She didn’t know about him, but the material felt distinctly uncomfortable against her hot, prickly skin. “ Kate, we can’t do this. You’ve been through a lot…” he tried to argue, but cut off abruptly as she ran her hand none to lightly along the bulge his erection made in his pants.
“I think we’re more than capable, Castle.” She informed him, continuing to caress him through his pants. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “I… I mean, obviously we can… But, that’s not the point. We shouldn’t… I mean it wouldn’t be right. I mean it would be… But, not under these circumstances. You’ve been through a lot and… And, I wouldn’t want to take advantage of you. I like you too much for that, Kate.” He rationalized. She tilted her head and looked at him searchingly and then tilted her head the other way, scrutinizing him.
“You don’t want to have sex with me?” She queried, letting just a little edge color her tone. “I never said that, Kate. I just don’t think it would be a good idea, right now, considering. I wouldn’t want there to be any kind of regret between us if it did happen.” He replied. “If? That isn’t the confident, cocky Richard Castle I know.” she wondered with a raised eyebrow. “All a façade, My Dear. Cockiness involves making assuptions and I’ve stopped making assumptions about you, you’re too unique for that.” He told her with a wry smile quirking his lips. “Well, that’s good to know.” She noted. “You like me?” she asked in a soft, query, coming back to his earlier and he nodded.
Her breathing had returned to more or less normal and she was thinking clearly again, he had given her that, but it had changed nothing else. Her body still thrummed with need, a hunger she only wanted him to sate. She’d had an attraction to Castle since the first time she’d met him, it was part of the reason he could so easily irritate her. She had always admired his talent and creativity as a writer and the man was a charismatic as the characters he created and handsome to boot. Every flirting, innuendo-filled verbal sparring match they’d had flashed across her mind and she remembered the passion he stirred in her. These were definitely extraordinary circumstances and she intended to make use of them. “Would you like me any less, if tonight, I took advantage of you?” she asked as she flexed her fingers to squeeze his cloth-constrained erection.
“Kate.” He groaned her name in weak protest. “No more talking, Castle.” She admonished him as she pressed forward. His fingers on her shoulders tensed, for a moment, holding her at bay and then his resistance crumbled and her lips could once again reach his. They kissed with growing passion and they shifted, groaning as they ground together until he was lying on the sofa and she was straddling his hips. His hands were no longer the gentle caress of comfort, but now explored and tested her skin through her clothes with erotic intent. She lifted her lips from his, again, breathing hard.
She created enough separation between them and reached for the buttons on his shirt. Her actions started a frenzy in both of them as they raced to remove clothes. Their position was awkward, but neither wanted to relinquish the contact they had. The buttons of his shirt were unco-operative, so she skipped them and went for the easier target that was his belt. He was either in better control of himself or was naturally more dexterous because his fingers made light work of the button as on her blouse and her breath caught as his big, strong hands cupped her breasts with only the thin lace of her brassier separating his skin from hers while she shrugged the garment off her shoulders.
His belt surrendered and so did the button and zipper of his jeans as she pressed into his hands while he squeezed and fondled her breasts, her nipple buzzing as he stimulated them through the lace. The thick shaft of his dick radiated heat into her hand through the thin silk barrier of his boxers as she explored its length for a moment. His hands started to down from her breasts and she snapped her hands up over his to keep them in place. Her skin was alive and tingled as he accepted her unspoken demand and she slid her hands from his and down her torso to attack the snaps of her slacks. She wanted him inside her, her sex continued to flood, as it flexed, pulsed and twisted against itself with need.
His hands shifted on her breasts, moving to the sides and then pressing them together. The pressure mounted for a moment and then she sighed in relief as his hands relaxed and the clasp at the front of her bra became undone. “Trust him to notice that my brassier fastened in the front.” She noted with a fleeting thought before her breath shuddered out of her lungs as his hot hands found her naked breasts. Electric sparks radiated into her chest as his fingers explored her exposed globes and then those sparks became lightning surges when he found, rolled and tweaked the taut, pink tubes of her stiff nipples. Her eyes fluttered closed under the sensation as she slowly rose up higher on her knees and blindly shucked her slacks and panties off her hisp and down her thighs.
The soaked gusset of her panties clung to her swollen drenched lower lips for a moment before coming free. His hands left her breasts and she once again started to reach for them, but he gripped her side to pull himself up and forward. She felt his hot breath first and then moaned in delight as he covered her right nipple in the liquid heat of his sucking lips. She shuddered against his mouth as she pressed against it as she desperately tried to hold onto the co-odination necessary to get her clothes down far enough. She took a moment to free her arms from both her blouse and bra, letting them fall where they may before she eagerly wormed her hand into the fly of his boxers.
His thick shaft throbbed against her grasp as she managed to draw him out and then skim her fist up his length, measuring and exploring him as he shifted to her other breast while his hands made a tickling, sliding journey down her back to cup her ass cheeks. She grasped his base and shifted forward, the angle was awkward, but she blindly guided him, Her hips jerked when his tip brushed through her folds and she forced herself to steady her breathing despite the wonderful pull of his sucking lips at her breast, the massaging cradle of his hands on her buttocks and the friction of his pointed head sliding deeper amongst her slippery folds.
Kate licked her lips to wet them as she placed him at her entrance and his hands tightened on her ass to support some of her weight. He lifted his head from her breast and the air felt positively cold on her saliva-slicked nipple in comparison to the delicious heat of his lips. She curled her free hand around the strong column of his neck as his eyes rose to meet hers while she wriggled to settle him more firmly in place. “Kate…” he started, but she slowly shook her head to stop him. “No more words, Castle. I know they’re your thing, but I want this. I want this now.” She told him as she relaxed and let her full weight drop down. His hands held her up for a moment and then her breath hitched and her eyes widened as she slid down onto him.
TO BE CONTINUED

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