got a thing about you (rp for already_hateyou)

[always_a_story]

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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[already_hateyou]

Beckett had heard her sidekick buzzing from the dresser drawer she'd locked it in, but she'd ignored it by turning on some music and digging a bottle of wine out of a kitchen cabinet. It was a good red wine, meant to be sipped and savored.

Kate did not sip and savor. Not tonight. She wanted the pleasant buzz and the warmth, and that was achieved by drinking.

So, she drank.he did not want Richard Goddamned Castle pounding on her door.

Beckett meandered aimlessly toward her front door, her second, nearly empty glass of wine, tilting this way and as she toyed with it. She wondered if he really would stand out there all night. At this point, she just might let him.

...But then, she was a cop. That meant she needed to keep the peace. Or something.

Sighing, Beckett set her wineglass down and crossed the rest of the way to the door, flipping the lock and pulling the door open. She didn't say a word, just turned right back around and retrieved her wine glass. He could let himself in.

[already_hateyou]

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

[always_a_story]

Castle smirked against her lips as she groped him, drawing back just enough after the kiss broke to wag his eyebrows at her lecherously. Easing her to the ground, he was just about to suggest she should go to bed and use him as a blanket when she suddenly started scrambling.

"What? What are...yyyyyOOOH!!" he yelped, blanching as he abruptly crouched and stood, pants firmly in his grip and tugged up over his hips, securing his fly as he looked around fearfully, as though she might be there, watching. Satisfied they were haunted only by the impending spectre of his daughter, he relaxed...microscopically...and spun around to face Beckett, still scrambling for his discarded shirt.

"She? Does not know about this." he informed Beckett with a hiss, pointing a finger at her to emphasize his point. "She'll be completely freaked out if she knows I'm actually sleeping with you instead of just thinking about it."

[already_hateyou]

Beckett shot him one of the many patented looks he should be quite used to by now as she straightened, slapping him with his shirt once before shoving it against his chest. "Hey, let's put that in memo form and titled it shit I already know," she hissed back, glancing at the door before side stepping out of view should it open and started dragging her clothes on. She'd forgotten her panties. Shit, where were her panties?! She couldn't leave her underwear laying around the living room when that, combined with the broken picture and shattered wine glass implied HOT WALL SEX WAS HAD HERE.

"What did you do with my underwear?" she demanded, stepping carefully around the broken glass as she hunted for the elusive scrap of clothing. "I swear to God, Castle, if you stuck my panties in your pocket I will kill you slowly."

[always_a_story]

Castle rolled his eyes and huffed, shoving a hand into his pocket and withdrawing the aforementioned underwear, shoving it into her hand.

"You missed 'em, they needed to get off the floor...I was gonna give 'em back, I swear!" he protested truthfully...mostly. He'd give them back when she agreed to have dinner with him, at any rate, just to make sure she didn't say no...

He paused to inspect his shirt, decided it was hopeless, and draped it over his shoulder as he spied the buttons still littering the floor.

"I'll grab the broom, go panty that pretty fanny." Castle quipped, heading for the kitchen. "Just tell Alexis I came over to talk and lost a button if she finds one...or five...under the couch or something." He paused, facing her direction again with another lecherous smile. "You animal, you..."

[already_hateyou]

Beckett had already pulled her sweatpants back on, so she merely slanted him a glare and ducked inside her room to toss the underwear in the direction of her hamper. Since she was dressed, but still barefoot, she slipped her sneakers on quickly, not bothering to put them on properly, just enough to make sure the soles of her feet were covered before she started helping to pick up the glass.

His remark had her smirking and tossing her hair behind her shoulder as she looked up at him, carrying the picture frame and the bigger pieces of broken glass to the garbage can to dump them. "That was just the tip of the iceberg, Castle," she drawled, deliberately turning her back to him as she carefully disposed of the smashed art print. "You didn't really think I'd be outdone by Nikki Heat in the steamy sex scene race, did you?"

[always_a_story]

"No difference, Beckett. I was thinking about you when I wrote it, after all." he pointed out, tapping the tip of his nose, then the tip of her nose as he passed by her on his way from snagging the broom and dustpan from the kitchen closet. He set to work sweeping up the smaller shards of glass and dumping them in the trash, struck just a little by the domesticity of cleaning up their mess together.

When he was done, he slid up behind her as quietly as he could and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest and biting the side of her neck playfully.

"But seeing as how I have another novel to write...you, me, bedroom? You may be good, but I have an exceptionally filthy imagination..."

[already_hateyou]

Kate had gone from glass duty to wine-stain duty after the glass had been cleared; thankfully it had splattered across the tile in the kitchenette, not on the carpeted living area, but it had been a pretty near miss. She mopped it up with paper towels and tossed them into the garbage on the way to the sink to wash her hands, where he crept up on her and had her wrapped up from behind before she could properly react. She didn't mind it, but it was a bit startling to realize just how well they fit, how perfectly their bodies lined up.

Her lips curved into a smiles despite herself, and she bit at them to try and smother it as she tried to nudge him back. "You can't stay here," she pointed out yet again, turning around to face him and slap the dishtowel lightly across his chest. "Your daughter lives here. Remember?"

[always_a_story]

"Yeees, and I live well within sneaking-out distance." he purred in her ear, taking note of the fact that she wasn't even trying to pull away, just smack him around a little. That much he didn't mind, and all at once he had a vision of Beckett with handcuffs in hand and not a stitch on...

"However, you make a good point." he sighed reluctantly, stooping to set his chin directly on her shoulder. "We'll have to do filthy things in my bed, right after I take you out to dinner."

[already_hateyou]

A part of Beckett wanted to pull away, sure that nothing was going to change back home--he was still going to the Hamptons with his ex-wife and she was still going home with her heart raw and bloodied on her sleeves, trying to figure out how to tuck it back into her chest again. They wouldn't remember this. She hadn't remembered anything when she'd left before.

But...hell. Fuck it. She was taking what she could get. If she couldn't remember, then it wasn't going to hurt any more than it already was. She wasn't going to know she was losing anything. So why not?

"Oh, I get dinner first this time?" she drawled with a smirk, closing her eyes and tipping her head back just a little.

[always_a_story]

"Mmm-hmmmmmm! And if you're a really good girl, you might even get dessert, and I'm not talking about the kind where you're on the menu." he quipped, kissing her shoulder. "That comes later."

He fell silent for a moment, nose pressed against her shoulder and just stood there, remembering again the sight of her kissing Demming in the corridor, and tightened his hold just a little to remind himself he wasn't there now. That sucker punch of her smile, that feeling of suffocation...

"Did I mention I'm really, really glad you broke up with Demming?" he murmured, lifting his head and loosening his hold enough so she could look at him if she wanted. "Because I absolutely am."

[already_hateyou]

Beckett didn't say anything for a moment, merely finished wiping her hands on the dishtowel and turned around to face him with a wry smile. "He's a good guy, you know," she pointed out, leaning back against the counter.

[always_a_story]

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

[already_hateyou]

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.

[always_a_story]

"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...

[already_hateyou]

"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.