got a thing about you (rp for already_hateyou)

[always_a_story]

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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[already_hateyou]

Beckett had heard her sidekick buzzing from the dresser drawer she'd locked it in, but she'd ignored it by turning on some music and digging a bottle of wine out of a kitchen cabinet. It was a good red wine, meant to be sipped and savored.

Kate did not sip and savor. Not tonight. She wanted the pleasant buzz and the warmth, and that was achieved by drinking.

So, she drank.he did not want Richard Goddamned Castle pounding on her door.

Beckett meandered aimlessly toward her front door, her second, nearly empty glass of wine, tilting this way and as she toyed with it. She wondered if he really would stand out there all night. At this point, she just might let him.

...But then, she was a cop. That meant she needed to keep the peace. Or something.

Sighing, Beckett set her wineglass down and crossed the rest of the way to the door, flipping the lock and pulling the door open. She didn't say a word, just turned right back around and retrieved her wine glass. He could let himself in.

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Which was exactly what he did, opening the door the rest of the way and shutting it behind him. His mind was going a mile a minute, and when he turned around to find her back to him again, he felt like a pillow was over his face. He was suffocating, and he didn't know why, didn't have the words...

Richard Castle was a lot of things, but at a loss for words was not one of them.

Yet there he stood, Beckett walking away from him like he wasn't even there, and it made breathing impossible.

Look at me. I'm here. He's not. That matters, goddamnit.Crossing until he was behind her, Richard caught her arm and spun her around. Plucking the wine glass out of her hand, he tossed it aside, not caring that he stained her carpet, not caring that the glass shattered and went everywhere. Cleanup was for later

[already_hateyou]

Had her reflexes been sharper, she might've managed to stop him. Pull her arm out of his grasp, push him away, do something other than stare at him with her mouth hanging open as he half plucked, half knocked her wineglass out of her hand.

She was still half in shock as he hauled her in and took full advantage of her gaping lips to plunder her mouth. There was none of the suaveness she would've expected--not that she'd ever imagined kissing him, because she hadn't, goddammit--it was all teeth and tongue, demand and anger.

Her body reacted before her brain could catch up, refusing to stand there and be assaulted, giving back as good as she got. She raked her hands through his hair and gripped tight, caught his lower lip between her teeth and bit down, swiped her tongue across the sting.

[always_a_story]

There was something to be said for being angry, bitter...even hurt, but there was something both wrong and right about kissing her this way. Right, because he could finally breathe again, with her hands snarled in his hair and her teeth on his lip and all her attention on him...every cell, every neuron, every ounce of her focus was for him and him alone. He could relax, he could stop scrambling because he understood now that, somewhere along the line, vying for even her annoyance had transitioned into a debilitating state of being where he couldn't draw a breath unless she was counting each one

[already_hateyou]

The edge of anger didn't surprise Kate in the least--she'd always had a gut feeling that, one way or another, it was going to come to violence between them.

What surprised her was what ran beneath it, the relief, the triumph, the near jubilation. She gasped as his fingers yanked the elastic from hair and raked through the tangled locks, twisting through them like he never wanted to let go again.

Her sharp inhalation of breath broke the seal of their lips, and she seized on the opportunity to twist her head to the side and nip sharply at his neck, at the soft area just below his jaw. Her fingers slid out of his hair to grasp at clothing instead, grasping at that expensive shirt of his and impatiently yanking the buttons apart.

[always_a_story]

Rick lost it when the sound rang out in the otherwise still room, that sharp little intake of air that said things he could never put on paper, things that had no words and could only be felt

[already_hateyou]

Kate saw it as a compromise, letting him force her head into a tilt and expose the long line of her throat for his mouth to ravage in exchange for him allowing her hands to run over his chest, relishing the surprisingly smooth skin and sculpted shape of him.

She couldn't hear much of anything except the sounds he was making, and if she concentrated, the noises coming from her, harsh little whimpers and moans, gasps of pleasure that sounded suspiciously like Richard, then a growl of disappointment when he pulled away from her. Another gasp as he jerked the loose t-shirt she wore up and over her head. She fought the worn material off of her arms, almost scowling as she reached for him to haul him close again, making him pay for that brief moment of separation with another sharp nip to his swollen and much abused bottom lip.

[always_a_story]

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

[already_hateyou]

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.

[always_a_story]

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

[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.

[already_hateyou]

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

[already_hateyou]

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