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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Rick followed her, planting a hand on either side of her body as he leaned in to bring his face kissably close, enjoying the new sense of familiarity with her body, already picking up on the subtle cues that told him what made her react to him.

This time, however, he wasn't trying to get into her pants again as he held her gaze with a thoughtful smile and felt a stillness settle over him, a certainty he hadn't had when he was in the throes of the panic brought by his vision.

"He is." he replied quietly with an almost invisible nod. "He's pretty much the perfect guy. Aggressive, thoughtful, sweet, gentle when he needs to be, plus he's a damn good cop. And he'll bore you, eventually. He's too much like you, he'll accept too much from you. I won't." He paused, reaching up to touch her cheek absently as his eyes flicked over her face.

"I'll demand more. I'll show you things you'll never find with him, things not part of your safe little law-enforcing world. I'll challenge you, frustrate you, piss you off, because you need someone who won't wait in the car, even if you lock him up." Grinning, he leaned in and kissed her, a laugh just behind his voice as he murmured against her lips.

"You need the guy who's always got the spare handcuff key on him."

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Beckett wasn't sure that 'bore' was the right word, but she couldn't deny that Demming had been...a safe choice. She would never have had to explain why she couldn't go out, why she had to work late, why she just didn't feel like getting intimate--he would've understood, instantly. Not a single explanation needed.

The thing was, after all this time working with her...Castle understood, too. Maybe not quite as intimately, but he got it. And when she came home knots between her shoulders, a pounding head and a raw sickness lining her belly because of whatever she'd seen, he wouldn't have had to try to make her smile and laugh--he just would've. Even if he had her rolling her eyes and huffing first.

"That's assuming I don't end up killing you first," she quipped, smirking against his lips and reaching out to hook her fingers in his belt loop and tug him in a little closer.

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"I'm...kinda counting on that part." he drawled, pretending to consider the ramifications. "I mean, what fun would it be if we actually...God help us...got along?" He grimaced in a parody of horror and disgust before melting into a smile and kissing her again, pressing her lightly into the counter with his body as he did. Now this could be fun, lift her up to sit and go down on her again, this time until she was screaming...

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"Hell would freeze over," Beckett drawled in agreement, drawing in a sharp breath as pinned her lightly to the counter and their bodies lined up yet again--only this time, with the whip of anger worked out of her body and mind, she could fully appreciate how it felt. She damn near hopped up on the counter herself, visions of how that could play out dancing erotically through her head...

...What the hell was wrong with her? Was she suddenly 19 and buck wild again?

"You need to go," she half-snarled against his lips, her hands clenching tightly in his jeans on either hip, but she didn't push, just held, restraining him as much as herself.

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"Noooo, we need to go." he corrected between kisses, finally breaking away just enough to rest his forehead against hers. "C'mon, leave her a note! She became very low-maintenance when she turned twelve, seriously." He paused, suddenly jerking away and nearly bouncing with inspiration. "Ooooh! Tell her you went to Fangtasia to...um...look for me! Or something...she can't come looking for you there, it's a perfect alibi!!"

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Beckett opened her mouth to protested, closed it, opened it again, bit her lower lip and made a low noise of frustration at her indecision. God it was tempting. Alexis really wouldn't think twice about it, especially not if Kate left her a note. She could even stay for most of the night without raising so much as an eyebrow.

...But dammit. She was in her sweatpants, for God's sake.

"I need a minute," she told him, deliberately pushing him away before she changed her mind and giving him a look that was both firm and pleading. "Five minutes. Maybe ten. I'll meet you over there."

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Castle wrestled with himself, reaching out to try and catch her hand without even thinking and failing as she pushed him back. He liked this whole 'horny as hell, can't keep my hands off you' thing they had going, and was reluctant to leave her alone. Where she could think. And make it go away, at least for her.

Finally, a memory of what his living room looked like made him groan and smack a hand against his face, scrubbing up and down hard a couple of times before he shook a finger at her, picking up his shirt where he'd tossed it on the counter.

"You get six minutes, fourteen seconds, and not an instant longer." he growled, turning to head for the door...then turning right around again and making a beeline for her, kissing her hard and quick just one more time before he walked back to the door for real, sticking his head out to make sure all was clear before he slid back out to his room again.

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"Fine, but that doesn't include--" She was cut off as his mouth crushed hers, and she had to fight to keep the keening whimper from slipping out. She had a feeling that his very male instincts would kick in and they'd end up on the floor.

She swayed a little when he darted away, shook her head to clear it and called to his retreating back, "--the time it takes to write the note!" Huffing softly, she pushed away from the counter and grabbed a hotel stationary pad, scribbling down a quick, simple note. Simple was better when one was faking an alibi.

Alexis,

Gone to Fangtasia II for a few drinks. Don't wait up.

Her hand paused at signing her name, brow furrowing a little for a moment, before she went back up and added:

Make sure you eat! There's leftover Chinese in the fridge, bottom right-hand shelf. And money in the drawer beside the sink if you want to order something else.

-KB

That done, she tossed the pad on the kitchen island in plain sight, then dashed to the bathroom to primp for three of her allotted six minutes. Her reflection in the mirror had her cringing: while her lips actually looked rather attractive, all swollen and pink, and her eyes were bright, her hair looked like something had been nesting in it and recently vacated the premises, and her neck was decorated with red splotches that looked suspiciously like hickeys and teeth marks.

"Charming," she drawled, grabbing a wide-toothed comb to salvage what she could. All of her six minutes slipped away as she combed, dabbed on a little concealer, powder and mascara. Clothing, at least, wasn't as much of an issue, since she only had one pair of underwear that she would label sexy: black lace over deep blue satin, front clasp, and push-up, matching low-slung panties that hugged her hips and only covered enough to keep things interesting. What she wore over it wasn't nearly as important, but she grabbed a pair of neat black capris and a royal blue top. She left her mother's wedding ring and her father's watch tucked away safely in her jewelry box, slipped on a pair of ballet flats, and fifteen minutes after Castle had left, she did a quick check in the hall mirror, winced yet again at the marks decorating her neck and collarbone, hurried to the front door and stuck her head out.

The hallway was an Alexis-free zone, so she closed the door, locked it, tucked her key into her palm and hurried across the hall to knock on Richard's door. "Castle!" she hissed. "Let me in!"

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The slovenly mess that was his hotel room was, fortunately, not worse than a few stray clothes and notepads scattered everywhere, covered in scrawls. Then there was his laptop, which was on the desk and open to his latest incomplete draft.

After picking up and closing the laptop to dissuade wandering eyes, he set to the task of making himself presentable...or as presentable as he needed to be for a night in. That meant combing his hair and splashing on just a little bit of cologne before tugging on a shirt. This time, however, to save his wardrobe he chose a dark blue polo that matched his eyes.

That left him ten minutes to pace and fret before the furtive knock came at his door. Pausing to allow himself a little skip in the middle of his living room, he waited a full sixty seconds before walking over to open the door.

"Fancy meeting you here." he quipped with his best faux-smoldering smile before ushering her promptly inside.

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Beckett did another quick glance up the hallway before half-shoving Castle back into the hotel room, ducking inside and flipping sliding the deadbolt home. "You bit me," she accused, spinning around to face him and shoving her hair to one side to show him the mark as she advanced on him with purpose. "Could you not have put that somewhere else? Somewhere I wouldn't need to hide with a turtleneck in the middle of summer?!"

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Castle had to bite back a triumphant, smug, supremely male smile...and failed miserably at it. Instead, he swiftly moved forward and backed her against the bolted door, face a breath away from hers.

"Well, you are supposed to be visiting a vampire bar tonight, right? It'll keep your cover." he teased, then suddenly sobered as his mouth dropped open. Stepping back, he started laughing and made a beeline for his desk to jot down a thought before he lost it.

Nikki Heat: vampire bar, human trafficking...undercover investigation?

[already_hateyou]

Beckett smirked, and had just slid her hand across his chest and was about to grip his shirt, haul him in and tell him that maybe they'd better make it look really convincing...

...When he pulled back, laughed, and took off running across the room.

Blinking, Kate pushed off of the door and followed after him, glancing around the hotel room that was slightly smaller than hers, as it was meant for one person rather than roommates, as hers was. Frowning, she peered over his shoulder at what he'd just written, her lips parting in shock.

"You're not serious. Tell me you're not serious."

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"Oh, I am deadly serious." Richard drawled slowly, dropping his pen and stepping back from the desk. "Hookers turning up dead, drained of blood, Heat gets the case when the next one is a college student. She finds the club, she realizes these aren't fakes...she goes in hoping to get snacked on and get answers. Maybe enlists the trust of an ancient Viking vampire?..."

He whirled around to face her, catching her arms and going still for a moment, then abruptly hauled her in with a growl and buried his face against her neck, raining down ticklish nips and kisses.

"This will take lots of research. And experimentation." he declared, his kisses turning more insistent as he spoke against her skin. "I'll have to...become...the vampire...and seduce...Nikki Heat...and then...in the heat of passion..."

He reared back, hissed in a perfect vampire imitation, then again descended on the delicate skin of her neck, already marked by his earlier ministrations.

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As nice as the near-constant presses of kisses and nips were, Kate was wholly unamused by the plotline he was detailing. Because despite her insistence that she was not Nikki Heat, everyone still thought she was.

"You can't write that," she protested, attempting to wriggle out of his hold. "Everyone will think you're trying to ride on the success of the whole...you know. Vampire craze."

...Okay, Kate hadn't read a single one of those books. She didn't have time to fritter away with young adult fiction, just because it was The Thing. But she wasn't living in a cave. She did, at least, know they were popular.

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Rick drew back to face her, grinning. "So, you're more worried about me being written up as an opportunistic hack than you being pimped out as a vamp-lovin' nympho, huh?" he teased, again soothing the barb with a warm, lingering kiss.

"Trust me, Beckett," he whispered against her mouth, gathering her head gently between his hands, "we're not talking sparkly vampires and lusty teenage werewolves here. What I got in mind will put lime and tequila summer blackouts to shame."

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Kate bit her tongue, both to keep from screaming I am NOT Nikki Heat and to stop herself from telling him that, no, that wasn't his next book; it wasn't gonna do much good, really, to remind him that he was currently writing the novel Naked Heat, to insist once again that he was working on in the Hamptons with his ex-wife standing behind him, cracking the whip. Probably metaphorically and literally. She looked like the type.

This was moment seizing, she reminded herself. This was what she could have, so she was taking it, because in the long run, she wasn't losing a thing.

"Maybe you should give me a demonstration," she quipped with a half-cocked smile. "If I'm gonna be pimped out as a vampire slut, since no one wants to listen when I say I'm not Nikki, I think I should at least get to enjoy the research."