Castle - I'll Be Surprisingly Good For You 3/5
Title: I’ll Be Surprisingly Good For You
Fandom: Castle
Pairing: Beckett/Castle
Setting/Spoilers: set after “Nanny McDead“, mild reference to "Always Buy Retail"
Rating: PG (NC-17 in one part)
Summary: A curious detective, a spontaneous date and maybe a little too much wine.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except for the naughty mind that brought up this fic. The title is a song from ‘Evita’.
A/N: Big big big thanks go out to oneloveonelight for beta'ing. It's the first fic I started for this fandom and if it hadn't been for her encouragement, it would not be here.
I’ll Be Surprisingly Good For You 3/5
As Kate’s mind was scrambling to catch up and make sense of what was happening, he pulled away again.
For a few heartbeats, she could only stand there with her mouth slightly agape, her eyes a bit dazed. When she spoke again, her voice sounded strange as if it didn’t belong to her, “I should go. Thanks for… for the date. I’ll see you at work.”
She reached for the door handle and this time, his hand closed around her wrist.
On simple word fell from his lips. “Stay.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
She looked up at him, knowing she would probably never hear the end of it. “Because it’s been too long.”
With that, she was on him. She hooked her arm around the back of his neck as her lips crashed on his. Going on tiptoes, she leaned into him, her body pressing up against his.
His head dipped to one side, his tongue teased its way into her mouth. One arm snaked around her waist, the other hand went into the back of her neck, fingers crawling into her hair.
The kiss was heated, demanding, and so very unlike what Kate had expected it to be.
When they pulled apart for air, Castle grinned against her mouth. “I see you still know the basic moves.”
“Just like riding a bike.”
He pulled back a bit more to look into her face. “You just gotta be careful shifting gears.”
“Will you stop with the lines already?”
He grinned at her. “I haven’t even turned on the bad boy charm thing yet.”
Her mood sobered a little bit. “Am I going to regret this, Castle?”
“Only if you keep asking those questions.”
Silence fell between them. Then, gently, he cradled her face in his palms and leaned into her for another kiss.
This time, it was slow enough for her to taste the wine on his tongue. She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, her body pressing against his.
Oh, it had been a long time since she had kissed anyone like that, and probably even longer since anyone had kissed her like this. Her last date had been ages ago and not particularly successful, so to speak. She could hardly remember the last time she had sex; it probably hadn’t been so great to begin with.
“So, you’re staying then?” Some sort of childish insecurity flickered in his eyes when they pulled apart.
“If you offer me another glass of wine?” A smile crooked her mouth.
“I will but only because I’m a gentleman not because I mean to lower your inhibitions.” He stepped back from her, lingering a bit in her presence before he went to the kitchen counter to re-fill their wine glasses.
Kate watched him, feeling oddly light-headed. It wasn’t her style to kiss guys on the first date, the fact that this wasn’t actually meant to be a date notwithstanding. It was even less her style to kiss guys she was forced to work with. Yet, it felt good. Too damn good.
“Glad we got that settled.” She followed him to the couch and picked up her wine glass.
Castle settled down comfortably, crossed his legs and eyed her curiously as she sat down next to him. “Just because I don’t have the intention of getting you tipsy doesn’t mean I mind the side effect.”
“Charming.” She took a sip from her wine, the taste bringing back the exciting tingle she’d felt during the kiss. She caught herself touching her lips in an absent gesture.
“Oh, come on.” He scowled at her. “Even you must know what flirting is. It can’t be that long.”
“Most men are at least trying to be nice before they start to get annoying.”
“I’m not most men.”
“That you clearly aren’t.” She rolled her eyes at him. “No wonder why your marriages went south.” The second she said it, she knew she had gone too far. Bantering and bickering was one thing, getting personal was another.
If her words hurt him, he didn’t let it show. “You know what? I liked you better when we were kissing.”
Kate almost agreed but bit back the words. Instead she mumbled an apology into her wine.
“If you must know, not that it’s any of your business, my marriages didn’t fail because of me. Not… technically, at least.”
She observed him for a moment, trying to determine the damage her words might have done. For some reason, her keen ability to read people proved useless around him. “Not that it is any of my business, but… why did they fail?”
The second he hesitated with his answer, it gave him away. “The first one did fail partly because of me. Or the lack of me, that is. The Derrick Storm series had just hit the shelves and writing the sequel got more attention from me than what my wife would have liked. So, she had an affair. And the second… was doomed to fail. She was my publisher; I thought that was enough for a long-lasting relationship. Turns out, it’s not. Now she’s just my publisher again.”
She was surprised by Castle’s honesty. He could have avoided her questions. He could have deflected it with one of his snarky remarks. Instead he chose to tell her the truth.
“It’s been eight months since my last date,” she heard herself say before her brain had even time to process it. “I was working a case with a guy from Vice. After the arrest, we went out for drinks. Turns out, he was only interesting when he was on duty. As soon as the badge was off… dull as a table lamp.”
He grinned at her. “I think it’s safe to say, that won’t happen with me.”
Now it was her turn to scowl. “Know what? I like you better when we were kissing, too. I’m going.”
The second she put her wine glass down, his hand closed around her wrist once more. This time, he didn’t even need to say something. Although she knew it was all various shades of wrong, she didn’t want to go. For a change, all she wanted was to enjoy herself and live a little, if only for a few hours. Hell, even a little “Cops Gone Wild”.
She didn’t struggle when he gently tugged on her arm, pulling her out of her seat and right next to him. His other hand went into the nape of her neck, brushing through her short hair, sending a shiver down her spine.
His breath was hot on her skin but instead of pulling her any closer, they just kept lingering at close proximity. If his eyes had been gleaming with a bit of mischief before, she couldn’t see it. Now they were fixed on her, his lips crooked with the hint of a smile.
It took her the better part of a minute to figure out what he was doing. He was giving her time. Time and space to let her figure out if she really wanted this.
Her body moved before she even had time to send the thought to her brain and debate it out in her head. With her hand still in his grip, she slid into his lap. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, his fingers twitched in the back of her neck.
Their lips still hadn’t quite touched yet - they were just grazing against each other, as light as butterfly wings.
“Kate,” he murmured against her mouth.
Their kiss was slow and sensual. She took her time, gently biting down on his bottom lips, her tongue darting out, teasing him. She tilted her head to one side as the kiss deepened, finding the right angle. Her free arm went around the back of his neck, her body writhing against his.
Her breath hitched a little in her throat as Castle let go of her hand and let his fingers travel up her thigh. Little shots of electricity shot up her spine as he brushed over her waist, carefully tugging on her blouse until his fingertips found her skin.
With a little hiss, she pulled back from him. It took her a moment to catch her breath, her look slightly dazed. “Not here.”
His grin was devious. “Right, I don’t need my mother catching me like this again.”
Kate disengaged herself from his grasp and struggled to her feet. “That’s a story I didn’t need to hear.”
He rose with her, reaching for their wineglasses. “I’m an iceberg.”
“You’re impossible.”
“And you love it.”
Fandom: Castle
Pairing: Beckett/Castle
Setting/Spoilers: set after “Nanny McDead“, mild reference to "Always Buy Retail"
Rating: PG (NC-17 in one part)
Summary: A curious detective, a spontaneous date and maybe a little too much wine.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except for the naughty mind that brought up this fic. The title is a song from ‘Evita’.
A/N: Big big big thanks go out to oneloveonelight for beta'ing. It's the first fic I started for this fandom and if it hadn't been for her encouragement, it would not be here.
I’ll Be Surprisingly Good For You 3/5
As Kate’s mind was scrambling to catch up and make sense of what was happening, he pulled away again.
For a few heartbeats, she could only stand there with her mouth slightly agape, her eyes a bit dazed. When she spoke again, her voice sounded strange as if it didn’t belong to her, “I should go. Thanks for… for the date. I’ll see you at work.”
She reached for the door handle and this time, his hand closed around her wrist.
On simple word fell from his lips. “Stay.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
She looked up at him, knowing she would probably never hear the end of it. “Because it’s been too long.”
With that, she was on him. She hooked her arm around the back of his neck as her lips crashed on his. Going on tiptoes, she leaned into him, her body pressing up against his.
His head dipped to one side, his tongue teased its way into her mouth. One arm snaked around her waist, the other hand went into the back of her neck, fingers crawling into her hair.
The kiss was heated, demanding, and so very unlike what Kate had expected it to be.
When they pulled apart for air, Castle grinned against her mouth. “I see you still know the basic moves.”
“Just like riding a bike.”
He pulled back a bit more to look into her face. “You just gotta be careful shifting gears.”
“Will you stop with the lines already?”
He grinned at her. “I haven’t even turned on the bad boy charm thing yet.”
Her mood sobered a little bit. “Am I going to regret this, Castle?”
“Only if you keep asking those questions.”
Silence fell between them. Then, gently, he cradled her face in his palms and leaned into her for another kiss.
This time, it was slow enough for her to taste the wine on his tongue. She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, her body pressing against his.
Oh, it had been a long time since she had kissed anyone like that, and probably even longer since anyone had kissed her like this. Her last date had been ages ago and not particularly successful, so to speak. She could hardly remember the last time she had sex; it probably hadn’t been so great to begin with.
“So, you’re staying then?” Some sort of childish insecurity flickered in his eyes when they pulled apart.
“If you offer me another glass of wine?” A smile crooked her mouth.
“I will but only because I’m a gentleman not because I mean to lower your inhibitions.” He stepped back from her, lingering a bit in her presence before he went to the kitchen counter to re-fill their wine glasses.
Kate watched him, feeling oddly light-headed. It wasn’t her style to kiss guys on the first date, the fact that this wasn’t actually meant to be a date notwithstanding. It was even less her style to kiss guys she was forced to work with. Yet, it felt good. Too damn good.
“Glad we got that settled.” She followed him to the couch and picked up her wine glass.
Castle settled down comfortably, crossed his legs and eyed her curiously as she sat down next to him. “Just because I don’t have the intention of getting you tipsy doesn’t mean I mind the side effect.”
“Charming.” She took a sip from her wine, the taste bringing back the exciting tingle she’d felt during the kiss. She caught herself touching her lips in an absent gesture.
“Oh, come on.” He scowled at her. “Even you must know what flirting is. It can’t be that long.”
“Most men are at least trying to be nice before they start to get annoying.”
“I’m not most men.”
“That you clearly aren’t.” She rolled her eyes at him. “No wonder why your marriages went south.” The second she said it, she knew she had gone too far. Bantering and bickering was one thing, getting personal was another.
If her words hurt him, he didn’t let it show. “You know what? I liked you better when we were kissing.”
Kate almost agreed but bit back the words. Instead she mumbled an apology into her wine.
“If you must know, not that it’s any of your business, my marriages didn’t fail because of me. Not… technically, at least.”
She observed him for a moment, trying to determine the damage her words might have done. For some reason, her keen ability to read people proved useless around him. “Not that it is any of my business, but… why did they fail?”
The second he hesitated with his answer, it gave him away. “The first one did fail partly because of me. Or the lack of me, that is. The Derrick Storm series had just hit the shelves and writing the sequel got more attention from me than what my wife would have liked. So, she had an affair. And the second… was doomed to fail. She was my publisher; I thought that was enough for a long-lasting relationship. Turns out, it’s not. Now she’s just my publisher again.”
She was surprised by Castle’s honesty. He could have avoided her questions. He could have deflected it with one of his snarky remarks. Instead he chose to tell her the truth.
“It’s been eight months since my last date,” she heard herself say before her brain had even time to process it. “I was working a case with a guy from Vice. After the arrest, we went out for drinks. Turns out, he was only interesting when he was on duty. As soon as the badge was off… dull as a table lamp.”
He grinned at her. “I think it’s safe to say, that won’t happen with me.”
Now it was her turn to scowl. “Know what? I like you better when we were kissing, too. I’m going.”
The second she put her wine glass down, his hand closed around her wrist once more. This time, he didn’t even need to say something. Although she knew it was all various shades of wrong, she didn’t want to go. For a change, all she wanted was to enjoy herself and live a little, if only for a few hours. Hell, even a little “Cops Gone Wild”.
She didn’t struggle when he gently tugged on her arm, pulling her out of her seat and right next to him. His other hand went into the nape of her neck, brushing through her short hair, sending a shiver down her spine.
His breath was hot on her skin but instead of pulling her any closer, they just kept lingering at close proximity. If his eyes had been gleaming with a bit of mischief before, she couldn’t see it. Now they were fixed on her, his lips crooked with the hint of a smile.
It took her the better part of a minute to figure out what he was doing. He was giving her time. Time and space to let her figure out if she really wanted this.
Her body moved before she even had time to send the thought to her brain and debate it out in her head. With her hand still in his grip, she slid into his lap. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, his fingers twitched in the back of her neck.
Their lips still hadn’t quite touched yet - they were just grazing against each other, as light as butterfly wings.
“Kate,” he murmured against her mouth.
Their kiss was slow and sensual. She took her time, gently biting down on his bottom lips, her tongue darting out, teasing him. She tilted her head to one side as the kiss deepened, finding the right angle. Her free arm went around the back of his neck, her body writhing against his.
Her breath hitched a little in her throat as Castle let go of her hand and let his fingers travel up her thigh. Little shots of electricity shot up her spine as he brushed over her waist, carefully tugging on her blouse until his fingertips found her skin.
With a little hiss, she pulled back from him. It took her a moment to catch her breath, her look slightly dazed. “Not here.”
His grin was devious. “Right, I don’t need my mother catching me like this again.”
Kate disengaged herself from his grasp and struggled to her feet. “That’s a story I didn’t need to hear.”
He rose with her, reaching for their wineglasses. “I’m an iceberg.”
“You’re impossible.”
“And you love it.”