Han Shot First: A Castle Star Wars Adventure
Chapter One

By Dana Keylits

A/N: So, it's been awhile since I've written a new fic, and I must admit to being a bit rusty. Still, I've had this story in my head for a long time, and after watching both Star Wars Trilogy's for the umpteenth time, I've been inspired to finally write it. This will be three chapters. Here's the first. I hope you enjoy it!

Mad thanks to dtrekker for the cover art! It turned out AWESOME! And, a big fat smooshy thank you to Kristy for believing I could do this again. You're the best!

"But it's for charity, Lanie! Sick children. You have to come."

"Castle? Would you please focus?" Lanie admonished, pointing at the body on the table in front of her.

He raised both hands as if in surrender. "I'm just saying. You haven't RSVP'd yet and the caterer needs a headcount."

"I still have another day, so unclench," She instructed, glancing sympathetically at Kate. "God, your man is such a diva!"

Kate snorted.

"Fine," Castle pouted. "But if you don't come, you'll be missing the social event of the year."

Kate rolled her eyes, "I hardly think a Star Wars themed ball qualifies as the social event of the year!"

He covered his hand with his mouth in disbelief. "What? But it's Star Wars!"

Lanie smirked. "Do you know how many Han and Leia's you're going to have show up?"

Kate folded her arms, a lopsided grin on her face. "Yeah, Castle. And, we all know how embarrassing it is to show up wearing the same outfit as someone else."

Castle smirked, wagging his finger at the two women. "Ah, but you may have noticed on the invitation - if you even bothered to open it," he deliberately glared at Lanie. "…that you only have four characters from which to choose your outfit. Everyone got a different four characters and we didn't repeat a character more than ten times!" He grinned proudly and waited for them to praise his cleverness - as if he'd just explained to them how he'd solved cold fusion.

Ignoring him, Kate rolled her eyes and turned her attention to Lanie and the body on the slab before them. "What can you tell us about our vic?"

"Mmmm, don't stop."

"But that's the end of the word!"

"Write it again," Kate implored.

"You're not even trying!"

"I am! Write it again."

Castle sighed in fake exasperation and, using his forefinger, lazily traced with exotic swirls and loops the words he'd been trying in vain to get her to guess. His fingernail left a faint white trail against her silky bare back.

She purred.

He grinned.

"Do it again."

"Kate!" Castle admonished. "You have to guess."

"Okay, okay," she replied, turning to face him. She was still deliciously sleepy in the afterglow of their lovemaking, her skin warm and humming, her body relaxed. The high thread-count percale sheet barely covered her ass as she lay on her stomach next to him. "Ummm, Obi Wan Kenobi, the old one not the young one, although the young one..." She raised an eyebrow, grinning. "...yum."

"No," He replied, "...and, hello! I'm right here!"

"Lando Calrissian."

"No, but closer."

"Jabba the Hutt"

"How is Jabba the Hutt even remotely like Lando Calrision?" he asked, his eyebrows shooting up in disgust.

"I give up, Castle. Do it again." She smiled, crinkling her nose in that angelically adorable way she does. He wanted to lean over and kiss it, but he was pretending to be upset, so he resisted.

Instead, he looked at her with narrowed eyes. "Fine. But pay attention this time!" And then, as though a light bulb suddenly winked on over his head, he got an idea. A salacious playful idea. He crawled on his hands and knees beside her and swung one leg over her thighs, straddling her. He grazed his fingertips down her spine, leaving a tickled path of gooseflesh in their wake. Then he slowly pressed down with both hands to massage her back, up and down using measured strokes, his fingers kneading her sinewy muscles, until he'd swept his palms over the entire expanse of her upper body. He watched with amusement as her eyes fluttered shut, her lips parted, a short puff of air escaping her lungs. Something stirred in him, on him, and she must have felt it too because she smiled against the pillow.

He leaned down, his face inches from her warm skin, and hovered for a minute, his breath hot against her flesh, causing her to whimper…then, wiggle. What had at first become a harmless guessing game was quickly turning into an enticing dance. So with his tongue, slowly, seductively he began to write the first letter of the word he'd been unsuccessfully trying to get her to guess.

Skimming his tongue across her back, he took his time tracing the letter. When he was finished, he pressed his lips against her shoulder and with a hushed gravely voice asked, "What letter was that, Kate?"

"Mmmm," she replied.

"Mmmm isn't a letter,"

She opened one eye. "H," she whispered.

"Good," he replied. "Ready for the next one?"

"Mmmmm," she moaned, closing her eye and grinning.

He hovered over her, his body just barely making contact with hers. She audibly hummed, her hips involuntarily moving to chase him. He loved it when she did that, he wasn't even sure if she was aware of it. It's like their bodies had a rhythm and tango all their own. As though they always had, always would. It was magnetic, this connection of theirs. From the minute his baby blues had taken sight of her, he was helpless, rendered spellbound by her chameleon eyes, self possessed beauty, her keen intellect and instinct.

And, that was just fine with him.

His pulse increasing, betraying the excited cadence of his heart, he slowly traced the second letter with his tongue, leaving a hot wet path between her shoulder blades. She purred and writhed beneath him, sounding positively like a hungry kitten and when he was finished, he softly kissed her, gathered a morsel of salty skin in his teeth, and playfully bit down.

She raised her head and gasped.

He grinned, then slowly crawled up her body and grazed his teeth against the shell of her ear. He whispered, "And, that one?"

She craned her neck to face him, brushing her lips against his stubbly chin, nibbling at him before laving his bottom lip with her tongue. "A," she murmured, her breath quickening as they finally kissed.

His tongue weaved and danced with hers until he pulled slightly away and whispered against her mouth. "That's right." He skimmed his lips along her cheek before darting his tongue in her ear. He basked in the slow hiss that passed her lips and noted with pleasure the familiar stirring between his legs. "And, here's the last one," he whispered, "pay attention."

"Mmmmm," she murmured again, returning to her spot against the fluffy pillow and closing her eyes.

He leaned over, blew on her skin and grinned knowingly when her flesh became a sea of goose-bumps. She whimpered beneath him and he pressed his lips against her shoulder blade, gently kissing her and stealing a quick bite before darting his tongue out to trace the final letter.

"Ahhhhh,"

"Do you know it?" He paused, glancing at her hopefully.

"Might need the next word," she whispered.

"Kate."

"The next word, Castle," she demanded, not even bothering to open her eyes.

He leaned back on his haunches, regarding her with a crooked grin, his eyes shiny and amused and loving this lighthearted side of her. She knew exactly what he'd been spelling; she was just playing games now. He bit his bottom lip, thinking.

Well, two could play at that game.

He scooted down her legs until he was straddling her shapely calves, and then gradually peeled the sheet back, his eyes devouring the deliciousness of her bare peach-shaped bottom. Before her mind could even register what was happening, he'd already bent down and bitten one cheek, molding the other into the palm of his hand.

She arched up, laughing, and swatted at his head. "Hey!"

"Pay attention, Kate."

He bit her again before gliding his tongue over one perfectly rounded cheek.

She giggled, curling her fingers in his hair when he was finished. "Got it."

He playfully spanked her ass, an audible smack echoing from the high ceiling of his bedroom, and she yelped, grabbing a fistful of his hair. "Come here," she ordered, turning onto her back as she urged him towards her.

He crawled back up her body, stopping to nip and lick and kiss her charged tepid flesh. She moaned and chased him with her hips, her fingers still raking through his tousled hair. The sheet was no longer a barrier between them as it was bunched up in a heap at her ankles, and his long muscular body covered her instead.

Their lips met as he fanned his fingers over her slender neck, his tongue darting between her lips, seeking its partner, weaving, dancing, searching, playing. She clawed at his back, drew up one leg and coiled it around his middle, crushing her pelvis into his hip.

He asked her what letter it was and she sipped his words, her response an incomprehensible series of moans and whimpers.

"Kate," he asked again, his teeth grazing her bottom lip, "what letter?"

"Mmmm, I forgot." Her breath warm on his chin.

He smirked, he knew she hadn't forgotten but he would play along, loving how open she was to him. "Let me remind you."

As he kissed her, his hand wandered up her body from where it had been firmly tucked beneath her hip, lightly scraping her flesh as it journeyed past her stomach, strummed her ribcage, then tickled the under curve of her breast. Careful to avoid her nipple, because he knew it would drive her crazy, he traced the letter "S" on her breast, causing her nipple to pucker anyway. He blew on it, feeling oddly proud as it elongated, betraying her arousal.

And, he was aroused too. Fully aroused. Because she did that to him, she had that affect on him whether he wanted her to or not. They could be fighting, knock-down dragged-out purple-faced fighting, and his body would still find a way to tingle and hum whenever she was near.

She arched towards him, her fingernails digging more deeply into his back, her lips parting to answer.

"Esssssss," she hissed.

His lips bowed carelessly against her mouth, their kiss growing more urgent. Their bodies rocking side to side in rhythm to an unheard metronome that controlled them now, like a master and his marionette. He wasn't sure he'd be able to finish this little wordplay game, so urgent was his need for her.

As his lips grazed her chin, her neck, nuzzling just below her ear, she whispered, "Next letter, Castle."

The tables had been inexplicably turned and suddenly he was the mewling puddle beneath her touch. And she knew it, too. He could tell by the playful seduction of her hips and legs, her breath hot on his neck, her tongue skimming his flesh. She coiled more firmly around him, pressing her pelvis upon his hip and he noted her wet arousal as she writhed against him.

He kissed and licked his way down the column of her throat, the sharp lines of her collarbone, the delicious spot between her breasts, before circling with his tongue first one nipple, and then the other.

She bucked against him impatiently. "Next letter, " she begged, her voice gravely and desperate.

He nipped at her nipple, smiling. He had the power back again. Just like that. Just one bite of her nipple and she was a mass of quivering excited flesh, putty in his hands. "I did," he teased, quickly sucking one nipple before continuing. "Weren't you paying attention? I just did it twice."

"Ohhhhh," she purred, a kittenish grin curving her lips.

"That's right," he responded, suckling one nipple while teasing the other with his thumb and forefinger. "Oh."

"Mmmmm," she sighed, biting her bottom lip as she raked her fingers through his hair. "Next."

He glanced up at her, her eyes were hooded, unfocused. "Really? You can't guess without it?"

"Uh uh."

He saw it there, in the corners of her eyes, her desire to play with him, to tease him, string this little game of theirs out for as long as she could, like a cat with a mouse. He was okay with being the mouse. In fact, he was very okay with being the mouse.

"Kate?"

"Hmm?"

"What's this?"

Her skin was flushed, her body squirming beneath him. A soft smile graced her lips as he glanced up at her with blazing eyes and a lopsided grin. Not breaking eye contact, he slowly skimmed his lips and tongue along her abdomen in one long wet trail.

She arced towards him, her fingers playing in his hair. Grinning, she put one slender finger between her teeth before answering, her voice throaty. "That is an L."

He gave her a broad toothy grin, his eyes sparkling carnally, before inching his way down her body. With his knees, he moved her legs apart and wordlessly dipped his head between them.

Kate moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as her fingers desperately seized the sheet below her, "Castle! God!"

He swirled his tongue around her clit in lazy concentric circles, deliberately avoiding the hardened bundle of nerves, knowing it would drive her wild.

Which it did.

She reached behind her and grabbed the pillow, arching her back, a slow moan rising from her lips. She raised her knees and tilted her hips towards him, desperately trying to get him to move his tongue to her throbbing center. "Ohhhhhhh," she wailed, her frustration building.

He stopped, lifted his head and stared at her from between her legs. "That's right, Kate. Oh."

"God. Castle. Don't stop." Kate pleaded.

"Say it, first."

"Castle!"

"Kate, say it."

"Castle!"

"Kate. You have to say it. Who am I?"

"Castle! God! You're Han Solo!"

He let out a boyish chuckle, "Booyah!" and then ducked between her legs again, flicking his tongue against her clit.

He was entirely pleased with himself as he heard all of the air escape her lungs in one long and tortured sigh.

"Han, fucking, Solo," She repeated, moaning.

Castle grinned.

Booyah!

Kate had been tempted to go to the fundraiser costumed as one of the hideous creatures from the Mos Eisley cantina scene, but because Castle would undoubtedly spend the entire night pouting, she'd decided against it. Better to dress as expected and wear the Princess Leia outfit she'd ordered weeks ago. In fact, she'd actually ordered two Princes Leia outfits, but one of them was a surprise just for Castle.

For after the party.

She double-checked the Carrie Fisher photograph she'd taped to the vanity mirror in her bathroom, and then fumbled with the clasp that held her braids in exactly the same way. She'd needed to have extensions put in to get them long enough, but it was definitely worth the time and expense. She knew Castle would appreciate the effort and, if she was being truly honest, she actually liked dressing up like the Star Wars heroine. It made her feel kind of badass.

She sauntered over to the long freestanding mirror propped up in the corner of her bedroom and inspected her costume. Castle had insisted she use the actual Lucasfilm costumer for her outfit, and although it had been expensive, she had to admit it looked fantastic. She particularly liked the long barreled blaster pistol nestled in the holster on her belt. She took the weapon in her right hand and pointed it at the mirror. "Hold it right there, you scruffy-looking nerf-herder."

"Who's scruffy looking?"

Kate spun around, startled. Castle, dressed exactly like Han Solo, was leaning against the doorframe, a Harrison Ford grin on his face.

"Castle!" she exclaimed, "I didn't hear you come in." She holstered the blaster and walked over to him, scanning him from head to toe. "You look fantastic!" She snaked her hands around his middle and kissed him briefly on the lips. "Very realistic, Captain Solo," she admired, fingering the vee of his tan shirt. Her eyes dropped down to his belt. "Wait," she curled her fingers around the light saber that dangled there, "what's this?"

He chuckled, "That, Princess, is a fully functioning light saber." He paused, tucking his fingers beneath her chin to force her to look back up at him. He brushed his lips over hers and whispered, "If you're good, I'll let you play with it later."

It was her turn to chuckle as she kissed him back, nipping playfully at his bottom lip. "Oh, you will, will you? What are you doing with a light saber? Han Solo never used a light saber!"

"Well, he does now," Castle informed her. "It's a cool weapon, Han should have had one."

"He wasn't a Jedi, Castle."

He snorted. "Details," and dismissed the notion with a wave of his hand.

Kate planted her hands firmly on both hips, biting her bottom lip. "You would never abide this kind of revisionist costuming from anyone else, Castle. What makes you think you can get away with it?"

He smiled, kissing her on the tip of the nose, "It's my party!"

She made a face, rolling her eyes.

He bracketed her small frame with both hands, holding her at arms length to more completely inspect her costume, a frown turning his mouth. "I thought you'd be wearing the gold bikini," he sulked. "You're all covered up," he fingered the camouflage poncho, his eyes wandering down her legs to the knee high black boots.

"Seriously?"

"Well, yeah! He whined.

"Castle! Captain Gates is going to be at this ball!"

He slumped against the doorframe, frowning. "Ugh, I know! Remind me why I invited her again?"

She made a face. "Because it's not about you, or me, or her! It's about the sick kids. Remember them?"

He rolled his eyes, following her out of the bedroom. "Yes, you're right! Still…"

"Still, nothing." Kate said, glancing at her watch. "We'd better go, you're the MC. We can't be late."

"I just really wanted to see you in that gold bikini," he pouted, quick on her heels.

Kate smiled.

Later, she thought.

Thanks you for reading!