Bon Voyage, Castle/Jordan Shaw, R
Title: Bon Voyage
Pairing: Rick Castle/Jordan Shaw
Rating: R
Spoilers: Through 2x17 of Castle.
Disclaimer: Not mine! May Marlowe set a tiger on me if this is anything but a transformative work that makes no profit.
Prompt: Castle - Jordan/Castle - "So is it an Oedipus complex or just a thing for red heads?
Dedication: To my incomparable Tiff, forgive my departure into a dialogue-only fic but it's how this story came out snappiest. I hope you like it, and I'll starting wishing you Merry Christmas now and keep going for the next ten days ;)
“Rick?”
“Mmmhmm?”
“This works a lot better if you lose the pants.”
“Right. I was--mmm--trying a little something called foreplay.”
“The past three days have been foreplay. Now, get ‘em off. My jet leaves in an hour.”
“Yes ma’am. Wait, they fly you around by private jet?”
“Yes. I’m very important.”
“I bet you are, Jordan. But seriously, I thought Criminal Minds was just making that up.”
“Rick...”
“Right. The pants.”
“Ahhhh, that’s a lot better.”
“Thank you. Ooh!”
“I see at least some of your arrogance is justified, Mr. Castle.”
“Uh, yeah. Oh God.”
“I’m warning you now--you call me Kate, you even think the word Beckett, and I will leave you here high and dry, mister.”
“Not...mmm...so much with the thinking.”
“Good. Now, get to it. And don’t be afraid to get a little rough. I assure you, I’m not gonna break.”
“Well, if you insist.”
“I really do. Oh! Yes. Good start.”
“Thank you.”
“Less thanking, more doing.”
“Yes ma’am. Ow! What was that for?”
“Ma’am? Seriously. I’m not your mother, Rick.”
“Inappropriate! Okay, that’s gonna take a minute to recover from.”
“Sorry.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“I’m back.”
“Ooh! I noticed.”
“Let’s do this.”
“This is all I’ve been saying.”
“Jordan?”
“Yes?”
“Shut up.”
Pairing: Rick Castle/Jordan Shaw
Rating: R
Spoilers: Through 2x17 of Castle.
Disclaimer: Not mine! May Marlowe set a tiger on me if this is anything but a transformative work that makes no profit.
Prompt: Castle - Jordan/Castle - "So is it an Oedipus complex or just a thing for red heads?
Dedication: To my incomparable Tiff, forgive my departure into a dialogue-only fic but it's how this story came out snappiest. I hope you like it, and I'll starting wishing you Merry Christmas now and keep going for the next ten days ;)
“Rick?”
“Mmmhmm?”
“This works a lot better if you lose the pants.”
“Right. I was--mmm--trying a little something called foreplay.”
“The past three days have been foreplay. Now, get ‘em off. My jet leaves in an hour.”
“Yes ma’am. Wait, they fly you around by private jet?”
“Yes. I’m very important.”
“I bet you are, Jordan. But seriously, I thought Criminal Minds was just making that up.”
“Rick...”
“Right. The pants.”
“Ahhhh, that’s a lot better.”
“Thank you. Ooh!”
“I see at least some of your arrogance is justified, Mr. Castle.”
“Uh, yeah. Oh God.”
“I’m warning you now--you call me Kate, you even think the word Beckett, and I will leave you here high and dry, mister.”
“Not...mmm...so much with the thinking.”
“Good. Now, get to it. And don’t be afraid to get a little rough. I assure you, I’m not gonna break.”
“Well, if you insist.”
“I really do. Oh! Yes. Good start.”
“Thank you.”
“Less thanking, more doing.”
“Yes ma’am. Ow! What was that for?”
“Ma’am? Seriously. I’m not your mother, Rick.”
“Inappropriate! Okay, that’s gonna take a minute to recover from.”
“Sorry.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“I’m back.”
“Ooh! I noticed.”
“Let’s do this.”
“This is all I’ve been saying.”
“Jordan?”
“Yes?”
“Shut up.”