Extraordinary

TITLE: Extraordinary

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Castle

SHIP: Castle / Kate

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Season Two, Episode 5

SYNOPSIS: SPOILER WARNING: SEASON 2, EPISODE 5 – Castle wrote in his dedication that Detective Kate Becket was extraordinary, but finally realizes the real truth of his words.

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.

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

He didn’t know why, but an irresistible and mysterious force caused Castle to look away from the conversation he was having with one of his fans, his eyes drawn to the entrance to his book launch. He should have known as he felt a smile spread across his face. Detective Kate Becket had just entered the room and he was sure that every red-blooded, heterosexual male and probably most lesbians in the room noticed. Kate was a naturally beautiful woman, tall with a perfect figure, voluptuously curved in all the right places and features that reminded one of the Venus Di Milo, but dressed up and actually trying the only term that came close to doing her justice was a rather juvenile, but accurate “DAAAAAMNNNNNNN!!!!”.

The blue dress she wore played a tantalizing game of accentuating and revealing her creamy skin and tall, lithe feminine form. Her auburn hair was piled up and ornately styled, giving glimpses of the strong column of her neck and the snowy, smooth curves of her shoulders. He watched as she spoke to her captain and then walked over to the stacked display of Heat Wave novels. He excused himself, almost as an after thought as he started to work his way through the crowd toward her. His agent, Paula, intercepted him before he could reach her and after some sass and comments about Kate, she told him he had the official offer. Rick felt the excited anticipation become a sudden sense of shock and uncertainty now that the deal had actually materialized.

He suddenly needed time before he could make a decision. Paula gave him a shrewd look and suggested something that made him scoff as he followed the agents’ gaze back to Kate. Kate Becket wasn’t in his system so he didn’t need to get her out of it and definitely not by sleeping with her, not that the idea didn’t have all kinds of appeal. He let his eyes slide along her curvaceous, feminine form, for once, clothed to display it in all its spectacular splendor. Sleeping with Kate wouldn’t get the savvy, sexy detective out of his system, he mentally reversed his dismissal that she wasn’t in his system, he knew that, but what intrigued and worried him was that he did not know what would. He excused himself and continued on his way toward Kate.

He found her reading his dedication to her and the precinct. She had a soft, thoughtful smile on her face. He had wanted to keep it light; to find out what she thought of the dedication; just have her enjoy and share the book launch party with him as compliment her on how good she looked. He got side tracked by a theory on their present case and then, somehow, they were fighting. It wasn’t a fair fight because he couldn’t quite keep his attention on it while her eyes flashed and her bosom heaved doing interesting things to the front of her dress and her porcelain cleavage. The argument became a fight and grew heated and then just a touch childish. They both ended up all but spitting the word “fine” at each other with blatant intent that it wasn’t and then she was walking away from him. Castle blinked. He thought their argument had started off being about whether he was going to take the offer to write not one, but three new James Bond novels or write more Nikki Heat novels, but it had evolved into something else all together.

The former was one of his all time dreams, the latter meant he got to spend more time with Kate and they appeared to be mutually exclusive. “It’s supposed to be a no brainer, right?” he asked himself as he watched her angry, yet graceful strides take her further and further away and he suddenly felt that it was more than just mere distance. His mind did a quick replay of the last few months of his life and he realized how much of it featured her and how it was one of the best times of his life while his eyes continued to follow her. He noted that her agitated, swaying strides had her headed for the exit. She happened to walk past his publisher and created the physical manifestation of the conundrum he found himself having to acknowledge.

“Oh crap.” he muttered vehemently as he moved to chase after her, while trying to look casual at the same time. She’d already made it out of the ball room in which the launch was being held when he caught up with her. “Becket, I…” He started to say and realized, for the first time, that his words weren’t going to be enough and talking wasn’t what he really wanted to do. “If we are going to part ways, I have to know what her lips feel like, taste like, at least once.” He thought in a flash. She had half-turned when she heard him call her name and before she could do anything else, he curled his hand around the back of her neck, let his fingers worm into her hair to cup the back of her head and pulled her lips to his.

Castle felt her tense and her eyes go wide as they stared into his. He waited for her to resist, half-bracing himself for the slap she was bound to give him even as he memorized and luxuriated in the warm pressure of her silky smooth lips as he slid his over them in an insistent kiss. Neither, the resistance or the slap materialized as her lips vibrated against his with a soft sigh when she tilted her head, her eyes fluttering to slits and she melted against him as she returned his kiss with matching heat. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her hard against him, the warm, firm pillows of her breasts flattening against his chest and her body shifted against his as they deepened the kiss, opening their mouths to bring their tongues into sinuous, twining play. He tried to move his hips away as his desire flared in his loins and his dick shot to full, throbbing erection, but her arms had wrapped around him and she kept them firmly welded together. There was no way she couldn’t feel his reaction to her as he massaged her scalp with flexing fingers and they kissed until breathing became an issue.

He found it incredibly hard to break the contact with her soft, supple lips and he kept his hovering just barely an inch from them. Her breath tickled his lips and he licked them, tasting the cherry of her lip gloss as an undercurrent to what he memorized as uniquely, sweet and tasty flavor of Kate Becket. Her eyes were open again and he wondered if he looked as surprised as she did. He caught movement out of the periphery of his vision and focused on the tip of her pink tongue peeking out, followed by her teeth lightly worrying at her slightly swollen lower lip. His dick twitched between them, reacting to the growing heat as their bodies remained pressed together and the slight friction as they shifted with each heavy breath. He could just barely feel the harder points of her nipples pressing hotly against his chest, surrounded by the warm pressure of her breasts and knew he wasn’t the only one aroused.

They continued to look at each other, his dark eyes reflected in her lighter ones, neither of them moving or relinquishing their holds on the other. The longer he looked at her the more he wanted to kiss her. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips glistened. “Now what?” she asked, her words soft and unsure on a wispy breath. He had been attracted to her almost from the moment they’d met, but had never dreamed it could go beyond playful flirtation. He’d let his imagination roam quite broadly while writing Heat Wave, but that had just been smutty conjecture and dramatization. “God what would it be like with the real thing?” he wondered and his dick lurched in the confines of his boxers and against her hip. He knew what he wanted right then, but he also knew he wanted more. “Are the two mutually exclusive?” he wondered to himself. “What do you want to do?” he answered her query out loud with one of his own.

“What does this mean?” she continued the string of essentially unanswered questions. “I don’t know.” He replied with simple honestly and watched more of her lower lip disappear behind her straight, white teeth as, he guessed, she tried to formulate an answer to both their questions. They were starting to attract strange looks from passersby, or they had been all along, but he only now noticed that they were in the lobby of the hotel. “Come… Come back to the party. We’ll get some drinks and talk.” He suggested, making an attempt to take things in hand when all he wanted was to take her in hand, so to speak.

Her head tilted slightly and her gaze changed from searching to speculative. “Or…” she paused, “You could get us a room.” She countered after the moment stretched out to near breaking point. He blew out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He knew her request of a room wasn’t for talking, her tone left no mistake of that, and it was so what he wanted to do, but he had great respect and admiration for Kate and he didn’t think she was that kind of woman. “Kate…” he started, but she cut him off with a finger across his lips.

“If we talk about this, try to approach it rationally, we’ll scare ourselves with all the reasons why this is a bad idea. And… And, there is a good chance one or both of us will chicken out and… But, if you take me upstairs and we just let this go where we both want it to go, right now, it might still be a mistake, it will definitely be complicated, but at least we won’t have any regrets. I’m a big girl, Castle. I know what I want and I can handle it. Can you?” she presented her case with a challenge and the final flourish of replacing her silencing finger with her wonderfully warm lips.

Any argument he could have come up with was dashed to teeny tiny little pieces with that renewed contact. The kiss was short and intense and he gave her full control of it. She nipped lightly at his lower lip as she broke it. “I can.” He acknowledged, hoping to any gods that might be listening that it was true and her lips curved into a soft smile. “Then, what are we waiting for, the front desk is that way?” she wondered and the sultry tone of her voice combined with her hips undulating to grind against the bulge of his erection drew a soft, strained groan from him. He burrowed his hand in between them, deliberately sliding the back of his hand across the little peaks her stiff nipples made against the material of her dress. He reached inside his jacket and with a flourish produced an electronic keycard. “Courtesy of my publishers, we don’t have to wait for anything.” He informed her fervently wishing teleportation had actually been invented before grabbing her hand and leading her toward the bank of elevators on the far side of the lobby.

Curious eyes followed them across the lobby, but he didn’t care as she gripped his hand and quickened her pace so that he was no longer leading her. He wasn’t sure who dragged whom into the elevator, but he had her pressed up against the mirrored back wall and was plundering her lips as the door shut at his back. Their tongues tangled as their lips slid sinuously together, her body rocking forward against his as he ground against her while letting his hand roam freely as did hers. He chuckled against her lips when she grabbed his ass, neither of them holding back. The sound of a throat being cleared behind him should have brought him back to his senses, but she just felt and tasted way too good. “Sir… Sir? What floor?” an embarrassed voice enquired hesitantly. He held up the keycard, thrusting it out behind him blindly. He was fairly certain it had the room number on it somewhere.

He must have been right, because the elevator started to move. They both moaned as they dry-humped and kissed passionately, completely ignoring the bellhop who was operating the elevator. A ‘ding’ announced their arrival at what he hoped was their floor, but he just wasn’t quite able to bring himself to break the deliciously wonderful connection of his lips and body with hers to move. Finally, it was she who had to push him out of the elevator following some renewed, strained and persistent throat clearing and fake coughing from the bellhop. “Where? Which room is it?” she asked dragging her lips off his while continuing to grind against him. He blinked at her, almost unable to understand the words coming out of her succulent, swollen lips. He made to kiss her again and her hand tightening in his hair with almost painful intensity to pull him up short.

“Room number, Castle, Now!” she demanded. He held up the cardkey almost in shocked self-defense. She looked at it and then down the hallway to get her bearings. ”Come on.” She urged as she grabbed his hand and he followed her as she hurriedly led him down the hall. He realized, that for her, there was a certain momentum that had to be maintained or everything would fall apart. She slid the card into the electronic lock on the door that proclaimed itself to be room seven-oh-four and then growled as it beeped, but the light stayed red and the door remained locked. She jammed the card in again with the same result. Rick caught her wrist before she could try again and at the same time crowded against her, turning her until he had her trapped and pressed up against the door. She struggled instinctively and then went still as he captured her lips in a deep slow kiss. She mumbled something he couldn’t quite catch as he ground onto her again and she rocked back in response.

He took the keycard from her unresisting fingers, turned it and slid it gently into the lock. There was a beep, followed a moment later by a click and he steadied her with an arm around the small of her back as she stumbled when the door suddenly opened. They two-stepped backward into the room and he kicked the door shut behind them, their lips once again wrestling, their tongues fencing. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders and he shrugged until it fell to the floor, freeing his hands to reach for the straps of her dress. She undid his bowtie with her teeth and then nipped and sucked at the side of his neck. They undressed each other between kisses as they spun to take turns pulling each other steadily toward the bed, leaving her in only her underwear, a lace trimmed match in color to her dress, and him in only his pants as he kicked off his shoes when they reached it. He felt a shudder go through him when she ran her warm hands across his chest, her fingers lightly testing the muscles underneath. Her strapless bra had its clasp in the front and he couldn’t resist fondling the lace-covered globes for a moment before reaching for it. She made a soft gasp and then a sigh as he pulled the undergarment tighter for a moment to free it.

Her breasts were firm, smooth and warm in his hands as she leaned into him. For, some reason, he’d always though her nipples would be pink, but they were brown and about the length and diameter of the first joint of his little finger. The taut little tubes sat atop half dollar mushroom cap areola, just up of centre to leave them pointing invitingly up at him. He circled his thumbs around the stiff tips and flicked them lightly as his other fingers flexed around her globes while she tugged toughly at his belt and undid his pants. Rick lowered his head and captured one of her turgid peaks between his lips to suck and lavish swirling, swiping attention on it drawing a breathy moan from her. His lips vibrated against her skin as he groaned when she pushed his pants to the floor and her hand reached into his boxers to wrap around and squeeze his throbbing erection.

He rocked his hips to drive himself into the caress of her fist as she skimmed it up and then down along his length. Heat radiated off her nearly naked body to beat against his as she leaned close, her lips and then her teeth left hot blossoms of pressure along the side of his neck. He drew his hands away from her breasts and let them slide down over her ribs, to her hips and the waistband of her panties. She let out a very sensuous, throaty chuckle as he slid his hands round and then dug his fingers down between the lace and her skin to roughly grab her ass. Her teeth tested the skin on his shoulder in response and he gritted his teeth as her fist tightened around him as well. “Oh, the things I’m going to do you.” He growled with fervent desire and seductive promise.

“Promises… Promises.” She challenged him in mocking response and his lips twitched with a smile before he deliberately pushed her back and followed her as she fell backwards onto the bed. She laughed, a vibrant, exhilarated cascade of mirth that added a vibration to her skin against his as mattress undulated beneath and shifted her body against his. In the past, her laughter, no matter how sincere had always had a slightly cynical cast to it, but now, despite their state of undress and their intent, he found her laughter to be strangely innocent, pure and true. He needed to hear that exquisite sound of her uncensored laughter again and extricated his hands from her panties to tickle her ribs. She laughed and squirmed and wriggled under him in an attempt to evade his tickling fingers, but not too hard and he got equal pleasure from her carefree laughter as well as the feel of her skin sliding against his.

Rick pressed his lips to her taut belly and blew to vibrate them against her skin drawing a new peal of laughter from her followed by a shaky, breathless request for him to stop. He grinned against her skin and drew in a heavy breath through his nose to repeat the process and the delectable scent of her arousal mixed with her usual vanilla filled his nostrils. He followed his nose, letting his lips slide along her skin to the waistband of her panties as he moved back. Her mirth subsided as he ran a finger lightly along her skin, tracing the edge of her panties before he reached for the waistband and tugged at them while looked up shapely body to find her looking down at him. The pink tip of her tongue made a slow circuit of her kiss-swollen lips and she closed her eyes. They were at the point of no return, they both knew it. If he took her panties off and she was completely naked there was no turning back and he found himself as frozen a she, waiting for her consent. Her eyelids rose slowly to reveal her big, beautiful eyes and a soft smile quirked the side of her mouth as she nodded ever so slightly and undulated to lift her buttocks.

He peeled the lace off her hips and then lower, exploring the skin he revealed with butterfly kisses while drawing in heavy breaths through his nose to savor the wonderful aroma wafting from her that led him ever lower. The sodden crotch of her panties clung damply to her swollen folds for a moment before he drew them free. Her hips jerked and she moaned and then let out a sultry laugh after he blew lightly on her glistening sex and planted a wet kiss on the exposed pearl of her clit. She tasted delicious and he wanted more, but he had another task to perform first. He pulled her panties down over her knees and she lifted her legs so that he could draw them off without relinquishing his position between them. He massaged her firm, silky smooth calf with one hand as he dropped the undergarment to the floor with the other.

He draped her leg over his shoulder and trailed his lips down the inside of her thigh. Kate twisted slowly back and forth, pressing her smooth skin against his lips and she propped herself up on her elbows to watch him intently. He stopped his lips just short of her swollen, glistening folds, her intoxicating scent filling his nostrils to the exclusion of everything else. His mouth watered and he threw away his last shred of restraint as he lowered his lips to her sex. He had thought her scent was divine, but her taste was heaven. Her fingers ran through his hair and dug into his scalp and she moaned his name as he explored her folds with his tongue. He slowly worked his way up, feeling twist and flex slightly as he snaked his tongue into her to lap up the delicious flood of her cream. Her strong fingers massaged his scalp as he delved deeper while working his way to the goal of the exposed pearl of her clit.

Kate jerked with a sharp little gasp that became a drawn out moan while her heel dug into his back when he captured and sucked at the sensitive bundle of nerves. She writhed and he was shocked and a little gratified when she swore as he worked her clit with his flicking, swirling tongue and sucking lips. He slid one hand up along her quivering belly to fondle her breast while he use first one and then a second finger of his other hand to explore and pleasure her sex as he feasted at her clit. He alternated between suckling at her clit and lapping up the copious and delicious nectar that his attentions had flooding from her.

Her fingers shifted from his head to grasp the sides of his face and lifted his head. She hissed as he sucked and held onto her for just a moment longer before letting go. “Get up here, Castle.” She growled, lifting her leg off his shoulder, her face flushed and her eyes bright over the twin, dusky-peaked mounds of her breasts as she pulled him up her body. His dick throbbed against the restraint of his boxers and he blindly stretched them to clear his dick and shuck them off his hips. Her hands left his face and were the ones that pushed his last piece of clothing down his thighs and over his knees so that he could, with a little effort kick them off. Her nails dragged up along the back of his thighs and he groaned, vibrating his lips around the taut, tube of her nipple which he captured for a moment before journeying on to her mouth.

She kissed him hungrily as soon as he came within range and he grinned at the idea that she seemed to have any problem whatsoever with her own taste on his lips and in his mouth as her agile tongue explored them both. She snaked her hand between them and wrapped her fingers around his stiff shaft. His cock pulsed against her caressing grip as she explored his length and girth. Castle repaid the favor by running his hands over her smooth skin and fondling her full, firm breasts. He felt her lips curve into a smile against his before she chuckled smokily. “You like?” he asked with a playful wiggle of his eyebrows and she let out a full-throated laugh even as she added a little twist to her skimming fist that made his balls lurch with a jolt of pleasure. She sucked at his lower lip for a moment, her expression theatrically contemplative. “I like, but I think you know what I’d like more.” She finally responded and he shifted between her spread legs as she guided him to her.

They groaned in unison when she guided the tip of his dick through her slick, swollen folds to seat him at her entrance. He looked into her eyes, finding his darker ones reflected in their grey depths as he hovered above her, his lips close enough that her breath tickled them. He balanced his weigh on one of his forearms to free a hand and used his finger to lightly caress her cheek as he tucked a stray curl of her auburn hair out of her face. “I’ve actually dreamed about this.” He admitted as he throbbed against her while her hard nipples drew short, tingling trails on his chest as they shifted back and forth with her breathing. “I might have thought about it once or twice.” Kate admitted as well. “So, what are we waiting for?” she enquired and undulated her hips slowly to drive him into her just a little.

“I really, really don’t know.” He whispered and thrust forward. Her head pressed back into the pillow and her eyelids fluttered while she sucked in a sharp breath and then let it out in a satisfied sigh as he stretched and filled her. His eyes narrowed too, but he didn’t let them shut, not wanting to deny himself the incredible sight of her. The small of his back tightened and he gritted his teeth and bit back a hiss at the wonderful, but overpoweringly intense sensation of her snug channel enveloping and sliding along his erection with liquid heat and delicious pressure. He groaned and she moaned as he rocked his hips and she squirmed as they adjusted to their intimate connection.

He felt her heels rub along the back of his calves as she wrapped her legs around him while her fingers skittered down his back. She opened her eyes and he found her lips for a kiss as he slowly withdrew. He hovered again when just his head was still inside her, sucking lightly at her lower lip before breaking the kiss. She nipped at his in return as her hands cupped his ass. She tilted her head and wriggled to shift him just a little deeper. She bit her lips in a strangely coy gesture before a wicked grin curved her kiss-swollen lips. “Is that all you got, Castle?” she asked softly just before her nails bit into his buttocks. His chuckled turned into another hips as he thrust at her less than subtle urging. He dug his hand under her shoulder blade and gripped her shoulder to pull her onto him as he circled his hips to grind into her until her hands relaxed and he could draw back again. He felt her taut belly quiver as his slid along it as she exhaled slowly with a sigh.

Rick let her set the pace, her flexing fingers his guide as to when to thrust and they soon found a steady rhythm, their bodies synced in a rocking, rolling, grinding, thrust, humping dance of shared passion. Every stroke was a double velvet caress as her snug channel flexed, flooded and twisted around him as he lanced into her molten core and then withdrew. Each thrust sent a surge of pleasure into his groin to tighten his balls before snaking up his spine and dispersing to every nerve. One of her hands left his ass and slid back up along his spine to cup the back of his head and press his lips to her neck. “Yes!” she moaned as he nipped at her pulse point and then slid his lips across her throat, taking a moment to dip his tongue into the hollow at the base of her throat before working at the other side. He let more of his weight rest on her, enjoying the increased friction of her satin skin against his.

He reached back and up to capture her hand and murmured her name against her skin as he twined his fingers with hers. Her hand flexed in his as he drew it down and curved her arm around her head to press her hand into the pillow above it. He started to thrust harder and faster and her legs tightened and her back arched and relaxed as she strained to match him. Her nipples were two fiery points that occasionally rubbed across his as he collided with her again and again. The sweat that lubricated their skin as it slithered together also stung his eyes, but he refused to close them. The sight of Kate in the throes of passion was just something that he didn’t want to miss a moment of. Her usually pale was flushed, glistening with perspiration and almost glowing while her eyes were bright and wild.

His labored grunts and groans of enjoyment mixed with her moans and soft cries of delight when their lips weren’t locked together for short, intense kisses. His heart pounded in his chest and his blood pulsed in his ears as his lungs stared to burn with the need for oxygen to fuel the wonderful exertion of driving into her welcoming liquid heat and snug, pulsing pressure. They urged each other on with encouragements, endearments and dire threats as they writhed and bucked and pulled and pushed at each other in the pursuit of pleasure. The surges of pleasure started to overlap, no longer absent, only varying in intensity. He could feel his co-ordination start to go as his balls churned and the rampant energy of his mounting climax arched across his nerves to make his muscles misfire. They were both breathless and her belly trembled against his as he clenched he lifted his lips from her skin to clench his jaw as he desperately held back the floodgates of release.

He wanted this to be as good for her as it was for him and the volume of her cries and the way her sex pulsed around him twitching ripples told him that she was close as well. Despite his best efforts he found himself at the end of his endurance. His head drooped, his forehead resting on hers as his hips bucked and he ground into her, his eyes closed to slits, his heavy breath coming out almost as a whimper as he tried to hold back the inevitable. “Just… just let go, Castle.” She panted, her voice catching with her own need as they both circled their hips in unison. He lifted his head, breathing hard through his nose. “Not without you.” He told her in response. Not... Without… You!” he repeated with vehement determination and three hard, emphasizing thrusts. Her unselfish words endeared her to him, but at the same time renewed his desire to bring her to the pinnacle of ecstasy and allowed him to find a hidden reserve of strength as well as a momentary modicum of control and reprieve.

Her fingers tightened amongst his and clutched at his ass as he pounded into her hard and fast, knowing that he was now truly on his last legs, but unable to stop himself either. The strain of holding back became a dull, but intensifying ache that mixed with and nuanced the pleasure of their writhing union to the point where he feared his body would make a liar of him. Her cries grew sharper and more strident and he felt her start to tremble. Castle redoubled his efforts, grinding harder to mash and stimulate her clit. Kate’s eyes suddenly went wide and then she let out a stuttering cry as she shuddered and the snug embrace of her sex became a clenching vice that flooded around him. His hips were no longer his to command as they tried to drive him deeper into her although they were cemented firmly together. Her spine bowed taut, pressing her up against him and his did the same as he threw his head back and roared his release to the ceiling when her rippling sex finally drove him over the edge and he erupted. The pit of his stomach contracted and relaxed and his thighs trembled with strain as emptied his essence into her with heavy spurts. Each jet was accompanied by a blast of ecstatic delight that tightened his muscles as it scorched his nerves with blissful fury.

Raw, intense and electric energy ripped through him, carrying the bliss of his climax to every inch of him, His muscles started tense and relax in such rapid succession that he felt like he was vibrating. The air had turned to liquid fire that just wouldn’t seem to stay in his lungs as his throat convulsed in an attempt to gulp it down. She shuddered under him and he forced his head back down and his eyes, he didn’t remember closing, open to find Kate’s head tilted back hard against the pillow and her full lower lip trapped so tightly behind her teeth that he was surprised she didn’t draw blood. Her eyes were unfocused and her heaving chest pressed the pillows of her breasts into his chest while little, but emotive sounds of ecstasy slipped passed the cage of her teeth.

Her eyelids began to close as her body started to relax and caused him to shift inside her. His hips thrust instinctively to keep him buried deep inside her and she gasped. Her eyes snapped open and her hips bucked as her spine arched again to slam her back up against him as her slick, feminine flesh squeezed and twisted around him. Castle hissed and grimaced as his empty balls, at the undeniable urging of her rippling sex, tried to expel seed it no longer contained. They remained frozen like that, two quivering, apposing arcs, for how long he had no idea, but inevitably the amazing yet chaotic whirlwind storm of their orgasms started to recede.

Her body went soft under his, an explosive breath leaving her lips before she started to pant. The tension in his muscles caused by the energy of his climax was all that was keeping him up and as it left, gravity and reality reasserted itself. He felt himself start to collapse onto her and instinct and care for her made him muster the last of his strength to roll off her. They both groaned as he pulled free of her in the process. The covers felt wonderfully cool on his hot and sweaty back as he too panted to catch his breath. He felt her hand search for his and blindly twined his fingers with hers. He lifted her hand up and pressed it lightly to his lips before letting it drop back to the bed between them.

Silence returned to the room as the sound of their breathing subsided as it returned to normal. “Wow.” She commented into the still air. “I whole-heartedly concur.” He agreed and she chuckled as they both turned their head to look at each other, smiling. “You’ve been holding out on me, Castle.” She playfully accused him. Look who’s talking. If I’d only known, page one oh five might have earned me a NC-17 rating.” He countered and they grinned at each other. She still looked flushed and stray strands of her hair clung damply to her skin. She had never looked so beautiful. He let go of her hand and by unspoken accord they shifted so that she could press against his side, half-drape herself over him and rest her head on his shoulder while he curved his arm around her to hold her against him. He could feel the evidence of their union trickle from her as her sex pressed against his hip and her long shapely leg tangled with his. She snuggled a little closer, placed her hand over his heart.

“Who would have guessed that Kate Becket would be a snuggler?” He thought with just a hint of amusement. “Then again you’ve been wrong about many things concerning Kate, haven’t you?” he admonished himself. As, a writer, his imagination was his stock in trade, but it hadn’t even come close when it came to being with her for real. He felt her finger absently shift and realized it was mimicking his heartbeat. The gesture was somehow very intimate. “What are you thinking right now?” she asked quietly and he could hear just a hint of trepidation in her voice.

Many things ran across his mind even as she asked the question. There was one hell of a conversation coming up in their future, about their future, but he realized that this was not the time. As, she had said before, and he really hoped she was wrong, this could end up being their one and only night together and he really didn’t want to ruin it, especially not for her. “Thinking? I’m thinking a lot of things about you and me.” He replied honestly. He felt her tense against him and her cheek start to lift of his shoulder. “But, mostly, I’m just thinking that you really, really are extraordinary, Kate Becket.” He continued before she could use the deep breath she pulled in, and pressed his lips to the top of her head as she settled back down.

The intoxicating perfume of drying sweat and sex still lingered around them. Rick felt completely sated with that strange mixture of relaxation and revitalization that only phenomenal sex, that was more than sex could create. He had only felt this way once before and that was with the mother of his daughter. He felt her breathing change from normal to slow and his followed suit. “You’re not so bad yourself, Richard Castle.” She murmured back and he felt heat bloom on his skin as she kiss the side of his neck before she let out a contented sigh and her hand stilled as she fell asleep. “She really is extraordinary.” Was the last thought he had before he joined her.

THE END?