Castle Takes Queen

TITLE: Castle Takes Queen

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Castle

SHIP: Castle / Kate

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Season One

SYNOPSIS: SPOILER WARNING: SEASON 1, GENERAL – Companion piece to “Storming The Castle”, try to read that before you read this, The morning after...

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Castle. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and holds license to them. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies. Thanks to Dutchess of Strumpetness for the inspiration to write it.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com

Rick woke slowly from the most exquisite dream, only to find it was real and it’s star nestled against his side and half-draped over him warmly with her head resting on his chest, her breath warm and lightly tickling his skin. There was just a hint of drool, which made the sight of Kate Becket in his bed both adorable and strangely, even more erotic. He kept his breathing slow and steady in order not to wake her even as his dick stirred to life, tenting the sheet that half covered them as his mind, unbidden, replayed the events of the previous night in a series of vivid flashes.

He kept his eyes on her face, resisting the urge to let them wander lower to the lush swell of her breasts. He let a soft smile slip onto his lips. She looked somehow younger at rest, angelically innocent in fact. She was always a little tense, wound up and it wasn’t just because of the stresses of her job, but more about the image she had long ago decided to show the world, he concluded. His fingers itched to caress the smooth curve of her cheek and stroke away the stray lock of dark, auburn hair that had tumbled across her porcelain perfect face, amongst other things. His erection became stronger the longer he contemplated her and he closed his eyes for a moment, stifling a soft groan as her leg shifted and the smooth skin of her thigh brushed against his throbbing manhood.

He felt her tense and her breath stopped lightly tickling his skin for a moment before returning with a long, warm gust. “Good morning, Sunshine.” He greeted her lightly, opening his eyes. Although her body had again returned to a modicum of relaxation, the tension in her face was back as she lifted her head from his chest and wiped the edge of her hand across her lower lip. “Good morning, Castle.” She returned his greeting with a less cheerful tone while her eyes skittered away from his and ran her long, slender fingers through her hair.

Sleep burned out of her system as she became aware of her situation. “Kate… Do not freak out. Be cool. We’re both adults. You knew what you were doing last night. And, it was…” she told herself sternly as she felt a little rush of excitement and arousal as images of the night before flashed across her consciousness. His body was warm and masculine against her, in one case very masculine and in a very not unpleasant way. “But, that was last night.” She admonished herself although she could still smell the scent of sex around them and her arousal was slowly increasing. “So… that happened.” She noted as she started to roll away from him, needing to create some separation between them before she did something she might truly regret. “Yes it did. He confirmed as he tensed his arm behind her back and stopped her.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, his chest rumbling under the hand she had placed on it. “Last night was last night, Rick. It was… fun, but now I need the bathroom and a shower would be wonderful.” She responded calmly although her heart rate had picked up as his fingers lightly kneaded her arm.

“Feeling a little dirty?” he enquired with a slightly raised eyebrow and an infuriatingly smug half-smile. “I… I didn’t mean it like that. Just, we… We worked up quite a sweat last night.” She explained, unexpectedly flustered, her cheeks heating. His sudden, deep, smoky chuckle didn’t help either.

“Gods, she is so sexy.” He thought as he found himself messing with her despite telling himself not to. She was right. Last night was last night, but… With, her right there in his bed, in his arms, he was very tempted to find out if last night could be this morning too. He relaxed his hold and she rolled away from him, he instantly missed her warmth. “And, through there, you’ll find both, My Dear.” He informed her, nodding to the other door that led from his bedroom, his smile changing from smug to something else as she rose to a sitting position and the sheet slipped away to reveal more of her skin. His dick twitched and he caught her eyes flick to it for just a fleeting moment.

The way he said her name and the way he was looking at her did something funny to her insides that had nothing to do with the call of nature and made her feel suddenly nervous, amongst other things as she remembered the last thought she’d had before drifting off to sleep the night before. Kate also suddenly became aware her nudity and his and the temptation it represented. She pulled the sheet around herself as she slipped her feet over the side of his bed and rose. Rick wanted to grab the edge of the sheet as it trailed away from him. He missed being able to run his eyes over her alabaster skin, although the black silk contrasted against it magnificently. Instead, he restrained himself and followed the sway of her hips under the silk as she made her way to his bathroom. He watched with regret as the door closed behind her.

Rick continued to look at the door, titling his head speculatively and sucking at his teeth as he contemplated the woman on the other side of the wood and glass. His erection showed no signs of abating even without the visual and tactile stimulation of her presence. She had always been a bit of an enigma. He could never quite figure her out. She kept him on his toes and he liked that about her, but last night had show him a brand knew side to her that might just have upgraded her from being intriguing to something far more. He swung his leg over the side of the bed and sat up, running his hand through his hair before turning to look at the door again as he heard the shower start. “Last night, I followed her lead, will she follow mine now?” he wondered as he got up and headed toward the sound of the water.

Wisps of steam wafted out as he cracked open the door and slipped quietly into the bathroom. Steam billowed from the shower stall and Kate’s figure was hazy and distorted through the frosted glass of the door, her auburn hair looking more like flame than ever. He can hear her humming softly over the hiss and splash of the spray.

Kate closed her eyes as she heard the shower stall door open. She had half hoped and half feared that he would follow her. Despite the wonderful heat of the water, she felt a little shiver run up her spine as he lightly rested his hand on her shoulder as well as a tightening of her nipples when the rest of him pressed up against her. She deliberately turned her face up into the spray for a moment and then bowed her head to let the water slide down her neck and her back, between them. She exhaled slowly as his lips brushed the side of his neck. “You’re not hear to wash my back are you?” she enquired softly and rhetorically as his arms curled around under hers and his large, strong hand slid up from her belly to firmly cup her breasts and the hot, hard, pulsing tube of his erect manhood nestles along the crack of her ass and the small of her back.

Her body was warmer than the water as he nipped lightly at her earlobe. “No… Not right now, but maybe when we’re done.” He replied and she let a moan slip from her lips as he fondled her breasts, his thumbs finding and rolling her nipples. She braced herself, trying to deny the pleasure and the desire she felt rapidly growing and overtaking her senses. “This wasn’t the plan, Castle.” She reminded him, not quite able to stop her hips from rocking back as his rocked forward. “Like, circumstances, plans change too.” He stated firmly as one of his hands left her breast and followed the water slithering down her skin to cup her crotch, his fingers sliding through her slippery folds to caress her slit and her to rub across her tingling, sparking clit. She widened her stance without thought, giving him greater access. His breath was hot against her ear.

“Do you want me to stop?” he offered, his hands slowing, but not stopping as they stimulated her. He really wanted to give her the choice, but had fought his barely contained desire every step of the way to do so. He had never forced his attention on ay woman, but he wasn’t sure if he could just walk away from her if her answer was yes. He could feel the tension of indecision and struggle in her shapely, lithe body as he pressed against her. Her skin was heated silk under his hands, her flesh firm, pliant, but also resilient. Her scent was intoxicating as it mixed with the steam. Her nipples were taut little tubes, her sex was oiled, wet velvet around his fingers, but still he was sure, she was a strong will woman. It was one of the things he liked about her. His dick throbbed with the strong beat of his heart and pulsed with his rampant need as the moment stretched out.

Her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she tried to find the strength to deny herself. “No… God help me, but no.” She answered in a strained whine as she simply surrendered. She reached up and grasped the back of his head, sending water splashing wildly off her arm as she shifted her head and craned her neck until her lips could find his. They kissed wildly, hungrily, lips sucking and tongues tangling sinuously until the awkward angle forced them to break apart breathlessly. “God, I’m glad you said that.” He all but purred as he bent his knees, while kissing and lightly nipping at the wet skin of her shoulder as he let his dick slide down the length of her ass crack and then bob free between her legs.
He guided himself forward and upward, his pointed dickhead sliding through her folds. Heat, greater than the steam surrounding them enveloped him as he found her entrance. He felt her tense slightly as she braced herself and then as he thrust forward and up, she pushed back and down. They groaned in unison as he slid up into her and she pressed down onto him. Her sex was a fiery, velvet caress along his length as he filled her and she stretched and flexed to receive him until they were one. Her head dropped as he pressed firmly against her firm smooth buttocks and he grasped her hips to hold her still as she undulated back against him and the urge to simply erupt nearly overcame him. He took deep breaths through his mouth as he rested his head between her shoulder blades, the hot water washing over his head, cool in comparison to the delicious heat that radiated off her.

“Christ, you feel so good.” Rick blurted out, the thought transforming into words as he had it. “You’re… you’re not so bad yourself.” She responded softly as they slowly rocked, minutely shifting him inside her delectably warm, tight embrace. He nipped and kissed at the nape of her as they experimented with their range of movement until they found a rocking and rolling pace that had him sliding in and out of her. He slid one of his hands around and downward to cup her crotch and find the little bud of her clit. The other slid upward on the silk of her skin, his fingers tracing the shallow ridges and valleys of her ribs as he wrapping his arms around her and reached for her breast.

Kate gave over to her desire completely at that point, using the brace of her hands on the tiles in front of her and her knees to drive herself back onto him as pleasurable sensation bombarded her for all sides. His manhood plumbed her depths, lancing into her core making her flex and clutch around his driving hardness; his fingers found her clit and deftly rubbed and rolled it with firm tenderness to set the sensitive bundle of nerves to buzzing and, his other hand clutched at her breast, fondling it as his fingers tweaked and flicked her nipple with electrifying jolts that energized and tightened the delightfully torturous tension her loins. Her breath shuddered from her lungs along with moans and gasps in reaction to the sensations he was creating inside her.

They started to move faster, skin slapping wetly against skin as the water from the showerhead continued to splash and cascade off them. He loved the feel of her smooth back sliding and shifting against his chest and abdomen as they moved in pleasurable counterpoint. He had to pull his lips off the skin off her shoulders and neck to suck in breath before clenching his teeth while his heart pounded against his ribs as he strained to keep moving, co-ordinate his hands and at the same time keep the roiling need of his climax at bay. He started to thrust harder, his strokes longer and measured, feeling the impact of his pelvis colliding with her ass translate into shockwaves that made her shudder under his hands and drove pleased little cries from her lips.

She felt her legs and start to shake with the effort of matching his delightfully powerful and virile thrusts as he stirred her molten core to a roiling frenzy and the tension inside her grew exponentially, skirting the border between enjoying the exciting thrill of her building climax and the torture of denying the ultimate pleasure of release. She could hardly believe the ragged, panting voice that was now crying out with joy was her own as she found herself teetering on the breaking point. The violently pulsing and sparking ball of energy that was her impending climax sent tendrils of flashing, arching electricity into her belly that set it to quivering and her nerves to sizzling and singing. She heard him grunt with strain, his breath tickling her ear. “Let it go… Let it happen!” she mewled, not sure if she was encouraging him or giving herself permission.

Her words filtered slowly through his sex-fogged mind and Rick delivered two more hard, jabbing thrusts before he complied. She cried out with each thrust and then he was burying his head against the smooth column of the side of her neck and fresh smelling, dampness of her hair as with several heavy grunts he emptied his seed into her. Heavy, wild surges of electric pleasure spread through him in an expanding eruption that made his muscles tense and relax in rapid, heated succession. His ass tensed and the small of his back twitched as he humped and ground against her ass, his fingers clutching at her breast and sex, beyond his control. Rick’s world was reduced to her pale skin, the heat of her flesh against and around his, the pounding of his blood in his ears and the overpowering rush of orgasmic pleasure that saturated every sense. Pleasure and Kate Becket was all he knew and the sensation was not bad at all, in fact, it was perfection, heaven on earth. He groaned her name as he lapped water off his shoulder to wet his dry mouth.

Kate bit back a scream as he slammed into her and his hands clutched at her breast and over her clit and she joined him in climax as his shaft pierced her very core. A heavy shudder shook her and shattered the last of the will she had left to hold the tension and energy of her building climax at bay. Fire and ice danced along her nerves, carried on wave after wave of bliss as her channel locked around him. She pressed back against him, glad for the solid support of his large, hard, manly frame as she felt her legs go rubbery. The shower continued to beat down on them as they ground together, his thick, pulsing manhood stirring her churning, molten insides and triggered several more aftershocks of delight to ripple across her senses. She felt laughter bubble up along with the joy and bliss and let it flow from her with wild abandon. The sound surprised her as it echoed off the tiles, sounding impossibly young to be coming from her.

Her laughter was musical and he realized he had never heard her laugh like that. It sounded clear and carefree, without the sarcastic or cynical tones her laughter at work often held. They also created a myriad of little tremors that moved her against and around him in very interesting ways that renewed the vigor of his manhood even though he was sure he should be running on empty. They stumbled forward as her arms buckled, but he managed to keep them upright until she was resting against the support of the tiles with his arms wrapped around her. They were both breathing hard and he tilted his head back to let the spray wash over his face and into his mouth, grateful for the moisture despite the heat.

Her body still occasionally trembled against his as it rested lightly along her back while they remained firmly connected. The cool tiles felt wonderful against her blazing skin, yet the warmth of his arms around her felt even better as she floated in the remnants of her climax and the darkness behind her eyelids. She felt the hot bloom of his lips trail up her neck to the shell of her ear. “Still want me to wash your back?” he asked with a playful nip to her earlobe. She laughed again, deep, throaty and seductive as she reached back and grabbed his ass. He chuckled in response and nuzzled her skin. Her sex clenched for a moment, trying to hold him in place as nature took its course and he shrunk from her. His lips vibrated against her skin with a groan as he popped free.

Rick felt her shiver as he let his hand slide lower and lightly caress her slick slit as he felt himself twitch as his desire warred with basic biology. “Castle… You need to stop that.” She whispered unconvincingly as his gentle caresses kept the last echoes of her climax alive in sporadic little surges. She caught his hand before it could reach her breast. “No.” he answered simply, letting his fingers twine with hers. Despite his response he did take his hand from her sex, but only so that he could spin her around to face him. He pressed his torso against hers, holding her against the tiles as his lips hovered over hers and his dark eyes locked with her light ones. Her breath tickled his lips as the pink tip of her tongue piqued out and then slid back. “Castle.” She said his name, somehow managing to make it a question, a warning, a protest and remarkably, an invitation.

He leaned forward and kissed her, slow sensual and searching. Their heads twisted and their mouths opened to deepen the kiss by mutual consent. Her arms, which had been limp, wrapped around him and her fingers wound into her hair as his did in hers. Her breasts flattened against his chest, her nipples pressing and chafing lightly against his skin as they shifted.

The kiss ended only when air became an issue and the water finally began to cool. She placed her hands between them on his chest. “You know we can’t do this, Castle. We work together… Well sort of.” She told him softly, her voice serious. “On the contrary. I think we can do this very well. The crying out and the orgasms are a dead giveaway.” He countered. “Castle, be serious.” She admonished him. “I am.” He persisted. “It’s not like I’m going to bend you over your desk, strip down your pants and have my way with you in front of the entire station. This would be just between you and me, Kate. You’re an amazing woman and I like you. I love what we did last night and just now and… And I know there is something between us. I would like to explore that some more. Whatever happens, you will always have my respect.” He continued, surprised at how easily the words came. It was harder fro him to banish the image of her bent over her desk he had created.

He could see the trepidation and conflict in her eyes and he hoped she could see the earnestness and honesty in his. “I don’t know, Rick.” She answered honestly and he nodded. “Why don’t you think it over? There is no rush here.” He told her, backing away. “You might want to finish your shower quickly, though. I don’t know how much hot water’s left.” He suggested before turning and leaving the shower.

THE END?