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TITLE: Queen of the Castle
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 5 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. I need it, I want it, I crave it. So be a sport. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com
CHAPTER FIVE
Kate couldn’t believe it had been more than a month since that morning as Castle followed her up the stairs to her new apartment. She smiled to herself and deliberately put an extra little sway to her hips. “Stop looking at my ass, Castle. “ She admonished him playfully. “Then stop shaking such a fine ass at me, Beckett.” He countered and she was sure she would have felt a pat on her behind if his hands weren’t full. She fished her keys out of her purse and unlocked her door before ushering him inside. She shrugged out of her jacket while he went straight to the kitchen and started unpacking his purchases. He held up a honey dispenser and shook it suggestively at her. “Not going to happen, Castle.” She casually denied his suggestion as she leaned against the counter. Unperturbed he put down the honey and produced a can of whipped cream and repeated the motion, but she just rolled her eyes and shook her head. His next purchase did pique her interest however. “Are those Sweet Maraschino Cherries?” she asked, knowing it was only going to encourage, but unable to stop herself and he nodded his answer with a sly little smile, noting the little chink in her armor.
Several weeks earlier…
They lay in confortable silence for a little while. He was so still that she thought he might have fallen asleep. She, herself was floating on that wonderful edge, her relaxed, satiated body urging her to slumber while her energized mind sped from one thought to the next. Her eyes popped open in shock when he spoke, right next to her ear. “What are you thinking about?” he asked, a simple, yet loaded question. “I’m thinking that your idea of staying right here forever has merits, but that I was never really one for hiding and… And, I was wondering what this means to you? What you want from me… Us… This?” she responded after taking a moment to order her thoughts, yet not quite finding the words. “Here, I thought you were just thinking about what to make me for breakfast.” He quipped and she didn’t quite know if she wanted to laugh or punch him, but she did smile.
“Before you punch me or reach for your gun...” He began as if reading her mind. “I… Oh boy…” he continued and then faltered. She turned her head to face him and found him scrubbing his fingers through his hair, a thoughtful expression on his face. She started to speak to try and maybe explain her query better, but he cut her off. “Kate, what this means, last night and now, is what I’ve always suspected. We’re really good in bed together and that possibly laws should be made requiring you to be naked all the time.” He held up his hand to halt her as she started to protest. “We had sex, good sex, great sex and I’m assuming it was something you needed, wanted and I have been privileged to provide that for you. For, me, it has opened all kinds of possibilities and I’d like to explore them, but like you’ve mentioned there are… Complications, none that I can see that are insurmountable, but complications none the less. What I want from you, us, is to do what we’ve been doing. I don’t want to lose what we already have. I want you to be my inspiration. I want to keep working with you and solve crimes and have someone who calls me on my bullshit and challenges me to be a better man. Just now, maybe we spend some more of our free time alone together; that, maybe we’re a little less guarded around each other. I’d… I’d want that even if we weren’t sleeping together. We’ve been through too much together. After that, e very now and then I get to treat you to dinner that doesn’t come out of some form of cardboard container and get to take you places; Should I possibly give you a gift from Victoria secrets it would A: not be weird and inappropriate and B: it would be a gift for both of us… Feel like I’m forgetting something… Hold on… Oh, Yeah… What I would want from us is lots and lots of sex. There are things I’d like to do that you may actually have to arrest me for unless we go to Vegas to do them… Well, that about covers it without going into too much detail. No, wait, there is one more thing. Sometimes, after a long, hard day, maybe you could share my bed or I could share yours, even without the sex.” He told her earnestly, yet in his uniquely Castilian style, his eyes holding her, clear and true so that his lighter words did not distract from his sincere intensions.
“You rehearsed that didn’t you?” she asked him pointedly. “In my head, just a little, while I watched you sleep.” He admitted holding up his hand one of his fingers just a little way above his thumb. “So, you want to date me.” She stated shifting onto her side and closer to him so that they were barely an inch apart. “Essentially.” He agreed after a moment of consideration. “You could have just said that you know.” She gently chided him. “I’m a writer. We…” he started to respond, but she cut him off with the simple expediency of pressing her lips and then her body to his. They kissed slow and deep, settling back to the bed with him on his back and she half on top of him. His fingers left little tingling trails up and down her spine as he caressed her back while the fingers of his other hand twined and twisted with hers next to his head. She broke the kiss with a sigh that was both satisfied and reluctant.
“I know I just said I am not one for hiding, but do you think we could just keep this between us for a while? Things have been hectic and a lot has happened and I don’t want people to think that it is the only reason we got together now.” She asked quietly, licking her lips to catch the taste of him that lingered there. “It isn’t?” he asked and this time she did punch him in the shoulder. “Ow! Okay… Okay… Easy Tiger.” He surrendered, catching her wrist and bring her knuckles to his lips as her hand relaxed from the fist she’d balled it into. Kate smiled and after an exasperated exhalation lowered her head and kissed the spot on his shoulder she’d hit. His skin vibrated under her lips as he sighed in response. “Secrets are fun and I’d like to see where this goes without any major outside pressures, but Kate, Alexis and my mother know me too well, and we do work with detectives and don’t get me started on Lainie. I don’t know how long we can keep us a secret.” He agreed, yet also warned her honestly.
“I know… Most of them think we’ve already slept together and have been going at it all this time, but I think we can pull it off and keep them guessing for a little while longer. We just have to act like we always do and no funny business at the precinct. On the job we behave like the professionals we are.” She stipulated and his eyebrow rose in challenge. A wry, mocking laugh echoed softly behind the memory. “Okay, the professional I am and you don’t act any more or less like the pain in the ass writer you are.” She amended with a smirk. “Pain in the… Why you…” he spluttered and then she was on her back and he was on top of her, but instead of erotic caresses, his fingers now probed the sensitive spots between her ribs to tickle her. She tried to fend him off, but she was soon convulsed with laughter as he uncovered another little known fact about the stalwart Detective Beckett, she was actually really ticklish.
“Please… Please… Stop.” She pled breathlessly between gales of laughter as she wriggled and writhed to escape his exploring and exploiting fingers with little success. He finally capitulated and stopped when she warned him that she was likely to wet herself if he didn’t. “Golden showers are more of a fourth or fifth date kind of thing.” He told her while he kept some of his weight on her, his large, solid frame felt good and made her skin tingle as she still shook with the decreasing aftershocks of mirth. “You’ve actually done that?” She wondered curiously, just keeping the distaste out of her voice after she had caught her breath, not sure how she felt about the whole idea. “Once, for research.” He replied, blushing and averting his eyes and she raised an eyebrow. “It isn’t something I would do again.” He admitted and he actually shuddered, letting her know that it wasn’t really something he had brought up as a discussion topic and she let the silence between them return.
After a little while, he gently brushed her hair out of her face. “By the way, that’s another thing I would like for us, well more you to do. I want to hear you laugh like that. It’s so free and… And, just so unlike you, to be honest.” He told her, his fingers caressing her cheek and his thumb lightly, almost without thought brushing across her lips. “I laugh.” She protested, her tongue flicking out to catch his thumb on its return journey and she couldn’t actually believe it as she again felt a stirring in her loins. “Not like that.” He repeated adamantly. “Well, I don’t generally let people tickle me, Castle.” She argued half-heartedly, knowing what he meant, but not prepared to admit it. “We’ll work on it. It’s kind of fun to tickle you anyway.” He backed off, sensing that she wasn’t ready for him to push the issue.
He bent and lowered his head to place his lips over the indentation of her bellybutton and then lightly swiped his tongue across it. She sighed, relaxing with the wet, warm sensation and ran her fingers through his hair as he did it again. So, she was completely caught off guard when he blew to vibrate his lips against her skin and tickled her once more. She laughed and playfully pushed his head away. “Come on, stop it.” She giggled and then blushed as her stomach made a very unladylike noise to remind her that it had been sometime since she had last eaten. He relented and was rising up off the bed before she could say anything. “Tell me you at least have eggs and milk in your refrigerator?” he enquired and she nodded. “Good, I’ll whip us up some omelets with whatever else I can find and some coffee too. You do have what you believe passes for coffee, right?” he continued playfully while searching for and finding his boxers to slip them on. “Awwwww, What, no Naked Chef?” She wondered with overdramatized disappointment and he flashed her one of his trademark grins. “There’s oil involved, spatter is a nasty thing, and I found that out the hard way. Now just relax and if you’re good, you’ll get Naked Butler when I bring you breakfast in bed.” He informed her and she chuckled. “You can balance a tray on that thing?” she shot at his back as he left her bedroom and he laughed.
She lay in her bed for a few minutes, trying to do what he’d told her to and then suddenly it occurred to her she didn’t even know what time it was. She rolled on her side to check her bedside clock and then immediate got up. It was already well after noon. “Castle! It’s after noon already… We have to get to the precinct.” She hollered as she headed for her dresser and trying to figure out how much time a shower would take and if she could risk sharing it with Rick to save time. He sauntered back and leaned against the doorframe with a bowl and a whisk in his hands. “I know and no you don’t. Get back into bed, I told Montgomery you’d only be back on Monday.” He told her when she looked up at him sharply; her flare of anger was reflexive at someone else speaking for her. “I hope that’s alright. You’ve had a hard couple of months, what with nearly getting blown up and all and yesterday was… It’s just two day off, four with the weekend. New York won’t be overrun with crime without you for just two days, I promise.” He explained, straightening up, a small frown of worry creasing his brow at the ferocity in her expression. She relaxed and let a smile curve her lips. “No… No, that’s fine… I’m… Thanks.” She replied feeling awkward at not being able to express herself better or tell him the reason for her reaction. He seemed satisfied though and gave her a smile in return before returning to her kitchen without further comment.
Kate looked at the bed and although it was inviting, it just didn’t seem to have the same allure without him in it. She started to open another drawer in her dresser to find something casual to wear when her eye fell on his shirt lying on the floor at the foot of her bed. She closed the drawer and then casually walked over and picked it up. She then went on to do the most girlish thing she had ever done. She sniffed the collar and then held it tight to her face, inhaling the scent he had left behind before slipping it on. She had to roll up the sleeves a little, but the rich cotton felt nice, soft and cool against her skin. She sauntered to her kitchen to find him busily moving about and humming softly to himself with an apron augmenting his wardrobe. Her stomach growled again, and her mouth watered as the smell of the omelets and the cheese and mushrooms he’d filled them with he was making reached her. He gave her a side long glance. “You just can’t do what you’re told can you?” he noted softly. “It’s a bad habit I picked up from you. You should be flattered.” She countered with a shrug which he acknowledged with a chuckle. “Well, seeing that you are here. Make yourself useful and put out some plates. These are almost ready.” He instructed and she gave him a sarcastic salute, but said nothing as she really wanted to get to the food he had prepared.
He poured her a cup of coffee and motioned for her to sit as he placed it next to one of the plates she had put out. She had her knife and fork ready when he slid the omelet from the pan onto her plate and then he surprised her even further by adding French toast. “I didn’t have any bread in the apartment.” She noted with a frown as he removed the apron and joined her at the table. “Kate, you had nothing in your apartment. Your neighbor, Mrs. Sheiffer, is a wonderful woman. You should really make the effort to get to know her.” He explained obliquely. “You went out like that?” she asked incredulously. “Hey, I’m charming, but even I need an edge when you have to borrow pretty much everything to make someone breakfast. You really should consider doing some shopping; even the cereal in your cupboard has reached its expiry date. You can order things online, you know? They deliver it right to your door.” He admonished her with a playful twinkle in his eye. “Like you said, it’s been a rough few months. I’ve let a few things slide.” She admitted before digging in. She made a sound of appreciation around her second mouthful. Castle could cook. They ate in silence and she smiled up at him when he slid a second omelet and some more toast onto her plate without being asked.
“Where do you put it all?” he asked and she just shrugged and grinned before nodding when he offered her more coffee. “That was good.” She commented, managing to curb an unladylike burb of satisfaction. With, her hunger finally sated, another was awakened and she became more aware of the fact that Castle was sitting across from her in nothing but his boxers. He also happened to have just a few crumbs stuck to the corner of his mouth and she licked her lips as if they were on hers. Kate couldn’t help rubbing her thighs together before she stood as she felt herself flowering open and her intimate flesh twisting and twitching with renewed arousal. He had woken something in her, it had always been there, but she had kept it sedated, letting it hibernate. Now that it was awake, alive and thriving, it appeared she wasn’t quite ready to put it back to sleep. Castle had done this. He looked up curiously, his eyes following her intently as she padded around the table. She cupped his cheek and tilted his head further to lower her lips to his. His lips curved into a smile before they opened under hers to cement and deepen their kiss. He started to pull her down onto his lap, his hands strong and warm through the cotton of his shirt, but she resisted having something else in mind and nipped at his lower lip.
She reached down and wormed her fingers into the fly of his boxers, popping the button as she did. Castle’s dick throbbed and surged to full erection as she fished it out of his boxers, stroking it as she urged him with a soft whisper to move his chair back from the table. He complied and she straddled his legs, letting her hand slide to the base of his cock. He ran his hands slowly up from her knees up onto her thighs and under the hem of his shirt she was wearing until he found her waist. She let him pull her closer as she lowered herself, holding him steady as she guided herself over him. Her breath hitched as his pointed head slid through her folds and she seated him at her entrance. She let go of him and rested both her hands on his broad shoulders. She took a deep breath and let it out slow as she relaxed her legs and let her weight settle onto him. She let her breath out with a slow, low moan as she slid onto him. His grip tightened at her waist and he helped her sink down by slow degrees, his girth stretching her and his length filling her with a deliciously enjoyable, sparking friction.
Kate settled onto his lap, making them one with another louder moan that mixed with his breathy groan as he shifted and she unconsciously wriggled to make their connection even more complete. She let out a soft sigh and rested her head on his shoulder, her lips brushing the side of his neck for a moment. She tilted her head, exhaling hotly against the shell of his ear. “Thank you for breakfast, Castle.” She whispered, letting her tongue sneak out to lick his earlobe. She felt a shudder go through him and in turn through her. “Hopefully, the pleasure isn’t all mine.” He responded his tone rich with all kinds of promise and she let a throaty chuckle slip from her lips before she raised her head and they kissed while she started to slowly rock her hips to stir the steamy core of her intimate flesh with his virile maleness. He let go of her waist and his hands curved around to cup her ass in his firm grip.
He let her set the pace, but helped her to slowly rise and fall on his length. They nipped and sucked at each other’s lips. Electric sensations arched from their connection to fan out across her nervous system and her sex constricted and flexed around him to increase the delicious friction even as she flooded with another hot, lubricating spill of cream. “God damn, woman! You are something else.” He breathed into her ear as they continued to slowly move together, bodies tensing and relaxing. She arched her back as his lips moved from her neck down onto her chest. His hands were busy, supporting some of her weight and adding to her growing pleasure as he massaged her ass. Her intent had been to undo the buttons, to give his lips more access, but they were stubborn and her fingers made unwieldy by the spikes of delight arching through her. In the end they ripped quite nicely and he hardly notices or seemed to care as she ruined a two hundred dollar shirt and made no comment as he nuzzled between her breasts, his tongue snaking out to taste her cleavage.
Kate couldn’t help herself from squeezing her breast as she fed it to him, moaning his name and grinding down on him harder as the heavy surge of sensation blasted through her, connecting her chest and her groin and then out along her extremities. Despite her deliberately slow pace, the tension at her core built rapidly, the wild energy, pulsing and expanding to test the limits of the restrained she put on it and bleeding out to make her heart race and her blood course, pound and sing in her ears. His hands, his mouth and his manhood matched her efforts while his murmured words of encouragement and adoration augmented them. How he could be that eloquent and still so obvious share the intensity of pleasure she felt she really didn’t know. He was a writer through and through it seemed. The best she could manage was his name and an assortment of half-finished phrases. Yet, she was acutely aware of every sensation; their precarious, yet perfect balance; the feel of his skin on hers; his reactions and hers, somehow all observed and catalogued. Just like, she, Kate Beckett was always the consummate detective.
But, for once, that cold, analytical part of her was overshadowed, the information catalogued and stored without concern as she willingly, eagerly gave herself over to the heated joy of passion. They strained together, tight and close until they were breathing hard, his eloquence finally failing as he joined her in making the intimate sounds of enjoyment and delight. Her climax built, an ever tightening spring at her core, absorbing the energy her rocking, rolling hips drew from his throbbing, thrusting shaft. His shaft pulsed against her tight confines, piercing her core again and again, his mouth moving from one nipple to the other, sucking and nipping, the sparks of sensation merging with the delicious jolts blossoming in her loins each time she settled back to his lap. She tried to cage the energy, tried to master it, to channel its wild fury with the hope of prolonging their union, to keep herself on that wonderful plateau of delight yet not quite satisfied desire. But, it would not be denied, he would not be denied.
Castle lifted his head from her breast with a heavy groan, his brow glistening with the same sweat she could feel trickle down her back and between her breasts. His expression spoke of wonder and strain. His groan became a rumbling growl, escaping through clenched teeth, his fingers tightening on her ass and pulling her hard onto him. “I’m… I’m…” he growled. His hips bucked hard and his growl became a roar that ripped from his throat as he threw his head back, making the chair creak and balance precariously on two legs. Her channel flexed against his expanding, erupting cock as he filled her with spurts of liquid heat. Miraculously, she still had a modicum of control, but then the chair had settled back and the resulting jolt was the pebble that started the avalanche inside her. Her orgasm burst through her with wild ruthless abandon and she clutched at his broad shoulders and buried her face against the side of his neck as her sex constricted around him and her quivers became heavy shudders. His hands left her ass and his arms wrapped around her while her cries were muffled by his skin under her lips. She shivered as muscles misfired and nerves blazed as they channeled the pulsing currents of bliss that permeated her every sense. Her heart pounded in her chest as if it were trying to break free and leap into his as she crushed he breasts against it. Her sex rippled around his milking it and flooding at the same time. Her hips jerked and ground the sparking pearl of her clit against him to start another burst of hot, electric sensation.
Kate shook and then whined against him as her ecstasy flirted with agony with its intensity, but still she could not gain enough control to stop her hips and break the deliciously torturous cycle and didn’t exactly want to. Sparkling spots danced across her tightly clenched eyelids and she felt light headed. His arm tightened around her, low on her back, more or less immobilizing her, supporting her and giving her an anchor. His hand gently cupped her head and then he started to slowly stroke her hair, the action soothing in its steady repetition. She expelled a heavy breath she didn’t know she was holding and then panted to try and catch it again. Her sex still constricted and twisted around him, trying to wring every last drop from him while keeping powerful echoes of her climax pulsing through her. After a while, the beast that they had unleashed in her was finally sated. It growled and grumbled, but eventually, for the moment returned to its hibernation. She sighed as her body relaxed and let her arms hand limply behind him and nuzzled at his neck.
They groaned in unison as he started to soften and the friction of his retreat threatened to reawaken the barely slumbering beast as her flesh clenched in response. Their position meant that he couldn’t completely leave her and after a little shifting they found a comfortable status quo. She raised her head and brought her hands up to run her fingers through his hair, dragging it out of her face before she found his lips. They curved into a smile under hers for a moment and then she was kissing him slow and deep. Breakfast had never been quite the same for her after that.
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