FIC: Fantasy, Meet Reality (Castle, Beckett/Castle, R 1/1)
Fantasy, Meet Reality
Author: Goldenrod
Fandom: Castle
Pairing: Kate Beckett / Richard Castle
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Castle and related characters, concepts etc property of... aw, c'mon, you know they're not mine, right? If they were, this sort of thing would be happening way more.
Author's Notes: Written for the "Beckett/Castle" prompt for Porn Battle XIII (squad car, fantasy).
Warnings: Not incredibly graphic, but heterosexual sex is strongly implied.
Summary: In which a fantasy is quite comprehensively debunked, but it still ends happily for all concerned.
*
“Please.”
“No.”
“Pretty please?”
“No!”
“Pleeeease?”
“Castle, we are not having sex in the back of the squad car.”
“Aww, c’mon, Beckett! Why not?”
“... It’s a squad car, Castle. It’s used for ferrying criminals around. Do you know how many people have sat back there?”
“...No?”
“A lot. And you know what kind of people we get back there most of the time, Castle? Think about it for a second; drug addicts, drunks...”
“...Oh.”
“People have peed themselves back there, Castle. Peed themselves. Or worse.”
“... Ew.”
"Yeah. And you know who has to get it cleaned up afterwards?"
"...Ew."
“Yeah. I love you, Rick, but I’m not getting naked back there, for you or anyone.”
“Understood.” Richard Castle sighs. “Well, that’s one fantasy you’ve comprehensively demolished.”
“It needed to be done, Castle.”
“So,” he sighs, “no sex in the squad car, then.”
Kate Beckett smirks, leans over, squeezes his thigh in a very strategic place.
“Well, I didn’t say that.”
*
Apparently, criminals aren’t allowed in the front of the car. This is, in Richard Castle’s mind, fantastic news.
Granted, it is not incredibly comfortable in the passenger seat, and the darkness of his building’s parking garage make it difficult to see. But with Kate Beckett in his lap, his hands cupping her bare ass and her moans of pleasure right in his ear, Castle can’t honestly claim to be too bothered by it.
Author: Goldenrod
Fandom: Castle
Pairing: Kate Beckett / Richard Castle
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Castle and related characters, concepts etc property of... aw, c'mon, you know they're not mine, right? If they were, this sort of thing would be happening way more.
Author's Notes: Written for the "Beckett/Castle" prompt for Porn Battle XIII (squad car, fantasy).
Warnings: Not incredibly graphic, but heterosexual sex is strongly implied.
Summary: In which a fantasy is quite comprehensively debunked, but it still ends happily for all concerned.
*
“Please.”
“No.”
“Pretty please?”
“No!”
“Pleeeease?”
“Castle, we are not having sex in the back of the squad car.”
“Aww, c’mon, Beckett! Why not?”
“... It’s a squad car, Castle. It’s used for ferrying criminals around. Do you know how many people have sat back there?”
“...No?”
“A lot. And you know what kind of people we get back there most of the time, Castle? Think about it for a second; drug addicts, drunks...”
“...Oh.”
“People have peed themselves back there, Castle. Peed themselves. Or worse.”
“... Ew.”
"Yeah. And you know who has to get it cleaned up afterwards?"
"...Ew."
“Yeah. I love you, Rick, but I’m not getting naked back there, for you or anyone.”
“Understood.” Richard Castle sighs. “Well, that’s one fantasy you’ve comprehensively demolished.”
“It needed to be done, Castle.”
“So,” he sighs, “no sex in the squad car, then.”
Kate Beckett smirks, leans over, squeezes his thigh in a very strategic place.
“Well, I didn’t say that.”
*
Apparently, criminals aren’t allowed in the front of the car. This is, in Richard Castle’s mind, fantastic news.
Granted, it is not incredibly comfortable in the passenger seat, and the darkness of his building’s parking garage make it difficult to see. But with Kate Beckett in his lap, his hands cupping her bare ass and her moans of pleasure right in his ear, Castle can’t honestly claim to be too bothered by it.