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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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.

For now she was looking at him, and he could breathe again.

And with that small victory, he pulled her body hard against his and kissed her, lips fusing to hers, hard and angry as he drew his oxygen from her lungs, her mouth, her body sealed to his.

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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.

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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.

And that was what was wrong, because this wasn't how it should have been. He should have kissed her over a glass of good wine, a nice dinner after a case well solved.

He shouldn't be feasting on her this way, meeting her sharp nip with one of his own as he reached up to lose his fingers in her hair, only to find a ponytail in his way. With a snarl against her lips that surprised him, he fumbled for a moment, pulling sharply at her hair until he found the elastic and yanked it free, greedily burying his hand in the loose dark tresses that fell free to her shoulders.

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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.

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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.

He wasn't aware of slamming her back against the nearest wall until he felt her body collide with the surface behind her, heard the distant rattle of a picture clattering with the impact. There was more relief as she tore at his shirt, a fierce, primal satisfaction at the rip of well made fabric and the clatter of buttons raining down on the floor.

He shut his eyes and let her have her way for just a moment, stunned by the thrill of her lips and teeth on his skin before he was jerking away and turning his head to return the favor, forcing her head back with his as he raked his teeth over the pulse in her throat. Teasing at the delicate patch of skin between bites and soothing sweeps of his tongue. As he reached her collarbone, his hands found their way beneath the hem of her shirt, hiking it up as his hands ran over her body before he finally drew back and yanked it up in one demanding jerk, giving her no choice but to lift her arms so he could pull it off over her head.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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!"