Every inch of her body was aching for him.

Her hips bucked, chest tightened, hands slid up to squeeze the full curve of his ass, and when she slid her fingers under the elastic of his boxers and squeezed again, he let out a long, languid groan that rippled right through her.

God. She'd elicited that noise from him.

Beckett thrilled with it.

His fingers played with her with an drawn-out, lazy ease; tracing a light pattern over her entrance, barely tickling over the sweet spots on either side of her clit without actually providing the pressure she craved.

And damn, was she craving it.

"Castle, would you just stop teasing and fuck me already you insufferable b- ohhhhhh that was good, so good, do it again- " the string of sounds escaped without her permission as he did something sinfully delicious to her clit with his thumb- mm, there it was again, and this time she wasn't quite with it enough to stop the roll of her hips against his hand. "Absolute tease, just... unhh, you wonderful man, again."

Something in her wanted to protest at the fact that she is actually pleading with Richard Castle, but every time she was about to snap at him, he pressed his thumbnail against the side of her clit, hard, and her brain was wiped clean of anything but how much she wanted him to do that again. And again. And again.

Beckett dipped her head to his neck and sucked the salt off his skin, teasing the tendons between her teeth and she really had no idea what to do with her hands because there was so many obscenely dirty things she wanted to do to him all at once and they were overloading her brain.

"You missed me," he whispered, sing-song, his breath tickling hot through her hair.

"No." the word isn't quite as firm as she'd hoped it would be; too pitchy, too breathy, too revealing. Damn it.

"You did." the hand that was not currently occupying itself in increasingly addictive ways between her legs slid up her body to roughly palm at a breast, pinching her nipple between two fingers. She hissed, tonguing his earlobe.

His forefinger slipped inside her up to the first joint, barely there. God, she wanted him, wanted him wanted him wanted him...

"Please?" Beckett murmured, instantly wishing she could swallow the words back down, but they were already hanging in the warm air of the room.

"Say it," He husked. She could resist, be stubborn, put up a fight, but he'd just keep torturing her one slow stroke at a time.

"Fine. I missed you, Castle."

He moved as if to slide a second finger into her, but she snagged his hand, tilting her face up to his.

"If I wanted fingers, I'd use my own. You, Castle. Now." She knew he tended to stick by his ridiculously chivalrous 'ladies first' rule, but she really fucking needed him.

He shifted over her, pinned her wrists to the sheets on either side of her head with his hands as her legs slid up to wrap around him, pull him in. Castle was just barely where she needed him, throbbing against her clit, but she jerked her hips up at the same time he lowered his and he was inside her faster than either of them expected.

"Ohhhh." He groaned against her jaw, the hot scrape of stubble against her skin accompanying every movement his body made. Beckett wasn't sure how she'd managed to spend four years in the company of this man without sleeping with him, but apparently putting it off for as long as she'd done had its consequences. Now that she'd started, she couldn't stop.

Oh my god. I am an addict. I am addicted to Castle. Maybe I should- mmm, wait, nevermind.

His hands burned hot against her hips, fingers splaying over the curves as he held her in place, the easy pressure of him filling her, driving her. There was an ache where his clever thumb had been rubbing just moments before, though, so she pulled a hand out of his grasp and slipped it between their bodies, pressed down where she wanted it.

Castle glanced down as the curve of her wrist bumped his stomach. As he realised what she was doing, his eyes snapped up to meet hers, and she stopped breathing. His eyes were twin oceans, stormy, and his pupils had dilated to swallow the irises. He looked dangerous. And he was hers. She lifted her fingers to his mouth, let him suck them between his lips, lave over the pads of her index finger with his tongue, before she slipped them back between her legs.

"Harder." Beckett found herself commanding, feeling like someone from a really bad porn movie, but it was what she wanted. Harder. Faster. All of him. Always. Forever.

"I don't know, can you handle it?" he smirked, teasing.

"I think I'm handling it," she gestured to the rubbing of her fingers between them, "Quite well, actually."

And then all of a sudden the teasing Castle was gone, her leg was being pulled up and up and up, and he was hitting a spot inside her that made her throw her head back on the pillow and oh god oh yes right there please-

She wasn't going to last, wasn't even going to try, so she found her clit again, pressed the flat of her fingers against it and rubbed hard. He lowered his mouth to her neck, found that little spot right where it met her shoulders, and kissed there, feathery kisses that were such a delicious contrast to the furious pace he was thrusting at.

"More, more, more." she'd thought she was chanting it in her head, but apparently she was saying it out loud because he oblidged, hitching her leg up higher, slamming his hips against hers to the point that it was almost rough. Mm. Castle being rough with her. She liked that.

It was as if he'd heard her thoughts (Or maybe she was still thinking out loud) because he placed his lips over the sweet spot on her neck and bit down. Hard.

Castle, sweaty, naked Castle who smelled like sex, was biting her, pinning her to the bed, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises.

She fell apart, slippery fingers sliding over her clit, her entire body pulsing around him as the sheer force of her climax swept her away. It was everything they'd talked about over the phone, everything she'd missed about him, all at once, all over, everywhere. He grunted, one last thrust and then he was gone too, swearing her name into her slick skin.

He rolled over to lie beside her, and she pulled his head down to rest on her chest, her heart thumping under his ear. Beckett shuffled back against the pillows and stroked his hair lightly away from his face, twirled a lock around one of her fingers.

She felt him smile against her as a hand slid over her stomach.

"I adore you, you know that?" Kate found herself murmuring, thumbing a slight wrinkle on his forehead.

"Why, Detective, are you getting all sentimental?"

"Just honest." she admitted.

"I'm glad we had that phone call. I'm glad it started everything."

"Castle, everything was already started, we just didn't know it."

"True. But that call did somehow provoke you into ordering me into a cab back to the loft, where we then proceeded to-"

"I know what we proceeded to do." she grouched with a smile, a smile that he knew she heard in her voice.

"You know, I never managed to write that alley scene into the book." Castle mused.

"Maybe you need a little more inspiration. Where did we leave off, last time?"

"I do believe he was sucking on that spot," he traced a finger over the teeth marks on her shoulder.

"And she was pressed up against the wall."

"I do believe he would bite down, because somehow he knows that she likes that-"

She let herself fall back into the story his words spun inside her head.

Hopefully it would be a nice, long story.

There was always room for elaboration.

Well, here we are. This is the end. *insert funeral music here*

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