got a thing about you (rp for already_hateyou)

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He tried to send messages back to her, but she replied to none of them. It didn't take a genius to figure out he was being blown off, and after the dream he'd had...a stupid, random, oddly powerful dream that had shown him the future...he wasn't ready to deal with this. He felt sick, crazed, and still breathless over what he'd seen in his vision

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Richard thought he'd lost it before...he definitely stopped resembling anything rational when the first breathless whimper of his name tore loose from her throat.

Groaning as she bit him again, he growled as his hands moved to her waist and yanked at the drawstring on her pants, letting them pool at her feet.

He moved before she could react, dropping immediately to his knees. For just a split second, that sweeping relief claimed him and he paused, burying his face against her belly and breathing deep. Fresh air...floral soap, warm skin and cotton just above the waistband of her panties, it all filled his lungs as he breathed and kept on breathing, somehow sure that he'd miss the ability to do so easily later on, when he was back in his own room alone...

The hurt and anger and hunger took over again in a heartbeat, the lull lasting about that long before he was running his hands over her bare legs, nuzzling her stomach for an instant before his fingers crept up to hook in the waistband of her panties on each side, dragging them down so he could lick and kiss a warm, wet path down her stomach until he was tasting her, nipping and teasing and holding her hips hard against the wall so she couldn't escape his slow, sweet torture.

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The sudden move threw her off balance, had her grasping in vain against the smoothness of the wall behind her for something to hang on to. She sighed, softly and slowly, her eyes falling shut as he nuzzled and kissed her skin...then snapped open on a ragged gasp as he found her center and showed her that mouth of his was just as smooth, just as infuriating during other tasks as it was when he opened it to talk. Her nails scraped against the wall on instinct, her legs started to tremble even as she fought to rock her hips into the tantalizing ministrations; she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to find her balance again.

"I c--I can't--" She tried, and failed, to form coherent words in between the moans and whimpers, to tell him she was going to fall, she couldn't see straight, she couldn't tell where she was in relation to him, the wall, the rest of the damned world.

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There was something perfectly, powerfully, stupidly male about having a powerful woman completely powerless in his grip, and Rick Castle was experiencing it right at that moment. He'd had his fair share of fantasies, but nothing could compare to the reality of those legs trembling beneath his hands, her scent and her taste flooding his senses...those strangled little squeaks and groans that ran from his ears into his blood and straight into his cock...

It took all his willpower to stay there until he could feel her body start to contract, then pull away and stand again, supporting her weight in his arms. Grinning, he let her watch for a second as he licked his lips, collecting the last of her for himself before he leaned in and kissed her again, sharing the flavor of her body...

...while his hand slid between them to work his fly open. It took a moment, but he wasn't waiting, couldn't get her to the bedroom, so he managed to drag his jeans down far enough so they fell on their own, more grateful than a man should that he'd gone commando today.

Still kissing her, he lifted her off her feet, one hand sliding along her bare thigh to urge her legs around his waist as he shifted, reaching between them as she locked herself around him to adjust their positions and guide himself into her.

[already_hateyou]

She'd been so close, and the sudden stop had her achining, physically aching with need. Kate bit down on her lower lip hard to keep from whimpering and begging, and there was battle light in her eyes when he stood to face her again, silently conveying her thoughts: he'd pay for making her want to beg, for making her bend and be taken as she was now. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but oh, yes, he'd pay.

That he didn't make her wait for long might save him from bleeding later, though, and she groaned her approval against his lips, hearing his fly unzip and his belt clatter to her floor. Her long, muscular legs wrapped eagerly around his hips, fingernails of one hand digging into his shoulder blade while the other hand gripped his hair, keeping his mouth sealed to hers. She moaned again as he pressed into her, smooth and easy given how wet she was. "It's about damned time," she panted, dragging her nails down his back.

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"You're...telling...me...fuck, you feel good." he groaned between ragged breaths as he felt her wet heat engulf him, her nails on his back leaving marks that would last for days. There was that relief again, that silent sigh of satisfaction even as he felt the tension building low in his body. He knew...it was because there was no room now, no room for anything else, anyone else but him at that moment.

He was still for a long moment before he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against hers as he thrust once, hard and sudden, watching her face closely as the sensation rocketed through her body.

"Look at me." he breathed, his eyes locked on hers as he moved again. "Look at me while I'm fucking you." He wanted to watch her eyes as she built, as she thrashed, as she whimpered and pleaded...

He wanted to see it when the entire universe narrowed down to him and him alone when she came.

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She yelped softly in surprise and pleasure at the unexpected clash of his hips against hers, the thrust of his cock inside her sparking the friction she so desperately needed.

"I see you," she whispered--and she did. The rest of the world was a blur of color, but she was utterly transfixed by how dark his eyes were right now, how swollen his lips were from how hard and how viciously she'd kissed him, the thin sheen of sweat glistening on his skin.

He moved in her again and her focus blurred for a moment, another sharp cry tearing from her throat. "More," she half-growled, half-whimpered, her legs flexing around him in sync with his thrusts. "Give me more...everything you've got..."

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He should have known: he wanted begging, instead he got an order...one his body wouldn't let him disobey. It was okay to let go, though, finally okay because she was there. Right there.

She did see him, and breathing had never been so glorious.

A ragged groan rose in his throat as he moved again, a hard quick thrust, then another and another, holding nothing back. He took brutal, mindless delight in the weight of her body, the awkward and careless frenzy of keeping her upright as he kept moving and found a rhythm that didn't relent. Amidst her cries and his, he watched her focus leave her, watched his cool and collected detective fall apart as everything narrowed down to the base, animal need to come and come quickly...

His detective. His detective, his Kate.

The one tiny word was like napalm, turning the fire into an inferno as his hands moved restlessly over her legs, her waist, her breasts as best they could with her pinned to the wall. He gave her everything, finally, relentlessly thrusting and all but shoving her up to and over the edge of orgasm with a string of grunts and growls that sounded suspiciously like the word 'mine.'

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Kate didn't beg easily. That she was surrendering at all, on any level, was a shock even to her, but this felt like surrender--and though she would never admit it aloud, surrendering, giving, being taken and possessed, it was glorious.

With every hard shove towards climax, rational, linear thought became impossible. All she could do was feel, the intensity of pleasure, the stings, the caresses, the flush racing over her skin, the slide of his body against hers, their skin heated and slick with sweat. His voice penetrated through the haze--mine--and that simple word reached inside of her, found her heart and squeezed so tightly that she lost her breath. He got the plea he wanted when she moaned his name, her lips trembling over it just a breath away from his as she felt the tension peak, push, and finally break over her, her inner walls clenching and spasming around him, each hard thrust breaking her again and again.

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He felt it a moment before it happened, a tension in her body that exploded through him as she came, stopping time as he fell right over the edge with her. He finally broke his death stare, burying his face against her neck as his body rocked of its own accord, every nerve screaming with the same sound he muffled against her skin, a joyous howl that was nothing like any sound he'd ever made in his life.

For a long while, years, ages, there was nothing but the white flare behind closed eyelids, the waves of ecstasy crashing over him like a tsunami, the taste and smell of Kate as he nipped...okay, bit her neck, trying to somehow hold himself together even as he was coming apart. When there was nothing left but the odd, pleasurable tremor, and later when even that was gone to leave him standing there, just barely, sweat-slick skin cooling and naked with his pants around his ankles, he finally lifted his head to meet her gaze.

He was there, now...physically, softening until they were no longer joined, but in her eyes he could see that he was there. And he was going to work to make sure he fucking stayed there.

"Mmmnnn...glad we had this talk." he deadpanned sluggishly, softening the offhand barb with a slow, lazy smile, and an equally slow, lazy kiss that showed no signs of ending any time soon.

[already_hateyou]

Beckett managed a soft huff of wry amusement, but she didn't quite have the energy to banter with him yet. She was still soaring the post-orgasm high, enjoying that boneless, utterly relax state only a well pleasured body can achieve. She kissed him back just as slowly and lazily while she came down, her hands sliding down his back until she could cup and squeeze his ass and satisfy her own curiosity--yep, it was just as cute and pinchable as it looked.

It wasn't until the soreness settled in that she found it in her to move, groaning and arching her back off of the wall. She'd be surprised if she had any skin left across her shoulderblades, the way he'd been pounding into her, though funny how she hadn't noticed a single twinge before. Her lips felt bruised and tender, and her hips ached when she carefully unwound her legs from around his waist.

And she felt better than she had in months.

She drew in a breath, intending to tell him she was going to bed, and since she wasn't done with him yet, his very nice ass was coming with her...but then she remembered that this wasn't her apartment, she wasn't living alone, and her roommate could be home any minute. That she hadn't walked in on them was already enough of a blessing without further tempting fate.

"Shit," she hissed, disentangling her body from his and snatching up her clothes, using the wad of her t-shirt and pants to cover herself pawed at the floor for his shirt. "Shit, shit, pull your pants up! Alexis!"

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Castle smirked against her lips as she groped him, drawing back just enough after the kiss broke to wag his eyebrows at her lecherously. Easing her to the ground, he was just about to suggest she should go to bed and use him as a blanket when she suddenly started scrambling.

"What? What are...yyyyyOOOH!!" he yelped, blanching as he abruptly crouched and stood, pants firmly in his grip and tugged up over his hips, securing his fly as he looked around fearfully, as though she might be there, watching. Satisfied they were haunted only by the impending spectre of his daughter, he relaxed...microscopically...and spun around to face Beckett, still scrambling for his discarded shirt.

"She? Does not know about this." he informed Beckett with a hiss, pointing a finger at her to emphasize his point. "She'll be completely freaked out if she knows I'm actually sleeping with you instead of just thinking about it."

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Beckett shot him one of the many patented looks he should be quite used to by now as she straightened, slapping him with his shirt once before shoving it against his chest. "Hey, let's put that in memo form and titled it shit I already know," she hissed back, glancing at the door before side stepping out of view should it open and started dragging her clothes on. She'd forgotten her panties. Shit, where were her panties?! She couldn't leave her underwear laying around the living room when that, combined with the broken picture and shattered wine glass implied HOT WALL SEX WAS HAD HERE.

"What did you do with my underwear?" she demanded, stepping carefully around the broken glass as she hunted for the elusive scrap of clothing. "I swear to God, Castle, if you stuck my panties in your pocket I will kill you slowly."

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Castle rolled his eyes and huffed, shoving a hand into his pocket and withdrawing the aforementioned underwear, shoving it into her hand.

"You missed 'em, they needed to get off the floor...I was gonna give 'em back, I swear!" he protested truthfully...mostly. He'd give them back when she agreed to have dinner with him, at any rate, just to make sure she didn't say no...

He paused to inspect his shirt, decided it was hopeless, and draped it over his shoulder as he spied the buttons still littering the floor.

"I'll grab the broom, go panty that pretty fanny." Castle quipped, heading for the kitchen. "Just tell Alexis I came over to talk and lost a button if she finds one...or five...under the couch or something." He paused, facing her direction again with another lecherous smile. "You animal, you..."

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Beckett had already pulled her sweatpants back on, so she merely slanted him a glare and ducked inside her room to toss the underwear in the direction of her hamper. Since she was dressed, but still barefoot, she slipped her sneakers on quickly, not bothering to put them on properly, just enough to make sure the soles of her feet were covered before she started helping to pick up the glass.

His remark had her smirking and tossing her hair behind her shoulder as she looked up at him, carrying the picture frame and the bigger pieces of broken glass to the garbage can to dump them. "That was just the tip of the iceberg, Castle," she drawled, deliberately turning her back to him as she carefully disposed of the smashed art print. "You didn't really think I'd be outdone by Nikki Heat in the steamy sex scene race, did you?"

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"No difference, Beckett. I was thinking about you when I wrote it, after all." he pointed out, tapping the tip of his nose, then the tip of her nose as he passed by her on his way from snagging the broom and dustpan from the kitchen closet. He set to work sweeping up the smaller shards of glass and dumping them in the trash, struck just a little by the domesticity of cleaning up their mess together.

When he was done, he slid up behind her as quietly as he could and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest and biting the side of her neck playfully.

"But seeing as how I have another novel to write...you, me, bedroom? You may be good, but I have an exceptionally filthy imagination..."

[already_hateyou]

Kate had gone from glass duty to wine-stain duty after the glass had been cleared; thankfully it had splattered across the tile in the kitchenette, not on the carpeted living area, but it had been a pretty near miss. She mopped it up with paper towels and tossed them into the garbage on the way to the sink to wash her hands, where he crept up on her and had her wrapped up from behind before she could properly react. She didn't mind it, but it was a bit startling to realize just how well they fit, how perfectly their bodies lined up.

Her lips curved into a smiles despite herself, and she bit at them to try and smother it as she tried to nudge him back. "You can't stay here," she pointed out yet again, turning around to face him and slap the dishtowel lightly across his chest. "Your daughter lives here. Remember?"