A Thousand Words (3/3)
Title: A Thousand Words (3/3)
Pairing: Castle/Beckett
Rating: M
Summary: A piece of Kate's past emerges. Smut ensues.
Word Count: 2,700
A/N: Thanks to aprilvolition for giving me deadlines, even if I didn't meet them. ;)
A/N 2: Beware of smut, farideh129 .
It was ridiculous, really. How angry she was. Her attempt to physically release some of that anger by launching whatever was in her reach at Castle's head had only deepened her rage. Her stapler had broken when it hit the floor, and her favorite pen had rolled beneath a desk; both attempts to maim his handsome face were unsuccessful.
So now, she sat at her desk fuming while slowly working through the mountain of paperwork that had accumulated after her last case with a pen that didn't glide smoothly and left splotches of ink wherever it dwelled too long on the formation of a letter, and having to detach each and every paperclip from the asinine chain Castle had made them into while he was bored.
She ignored her stomach protesting her commitment to finish off the pile before she left for the night.
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The blinking cursor on his laptop's illuminated screen was slowly driving him up a wall. It just stayed in that one place and flashed, jeering at his inability to articulate the scenes playing out in his mind. A need to write exactly what he was looking at had struck hard when he held that book in his hands. Words should be dripping from his fingertips onto the keyboard, filling his screen with line after line, but those words were failing him. For the first time, he found himself thinking that it was entirely possible to have too much inspiration.
The cursor continued to mock him.
Castle pushed his laptop further back on his desk, leaned back in his chair, and propped his legs up, crossing his feet. He stared at the ceiling, allowing himself to indulge in a few more minutes of his fantasies before he would force himself to return to his work.
Letting out a heavy sigh, he stood. As tempting as staying lost in his dream world was, sitting at his desk with that damn cursor relentlessly flashing wasn't going to make the scenes come to life. He needed to get away from his laptop.
He needed her.
He knew Beckett wouldn't want to see him. She had made that abundantly clear when she made his face the target of her desk missiles, but he felt obligated to make sure she had at least eaten properly. With her slowly burning anger, she'd probably bury herself in paperwork for the rest of the night and forget to take care of herself.
And, of course, there was no one better than him to save her from herself. Resolutely, he strode out the door while placing a pick-up order at a small Italian restaurant conveniently located between the loft and the precinct.
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The sound of the elevator doors sliding open caused her to jump. It had been a relatively quiet, uneventful week, so everyone had taken advantage of the peacefulness and gone home to spend time with their families. There was no apparent reason for anyone to be arriving at the precinct so late in the night.
Upon seeing Castle emerge, she rolled her eyes. Of course. Who else would come to the precinct at stupid o'clock at night?
"I thought I told you to go home?" She was met with a blank stare and the smell of oregano wafting form the white plastic bag hanging from his right hand. "What makes you think I'd take you up on your offer for dinner now, after I've already refused."
"What makes you think this is for you?" His retort was delivered with the same, expressionless face he wore when she first acknowledged his presence, but his tone held a jovial lilt.
"I don't see anyone else here, do you?"
"I thought the guys could use some sustenance, since your reluctance to call it a day and save the paperwork for tomorrow usually leaves them stuck here just as long as you are."
"They're big boys, Castle. They can look after themselves." She made the warning in her voice very clear. She didn't need, nor did she want to be doted on. "As you can see, they left hours ago. By now they're probably tucked into bed all safe and sound, but I'm sure they could do with a bedtime story if you're really that invested in taking care of them."
He wasn't able to hide the grimace behind the emotionless facade, and Beckett celebrated the small victory internally. The revelry was short-lived when he placed the bag of food on the paperwork in front of her.
"I have work to do. Get that bag away, and go back home."
"No."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm not leaving," he stated firmly, proud that his voice did not show the fear that her menacing scowl struck him with.
Beckett shook her head and abruptly stood, shoving the bag of food towards him, snatching up her paperwork, and started towards the conference room.
"You know what I don't get?" He followed close behind her, the food left behind on her desk. "Why you had to lie about it. It's not a big deal, really. Unless you were just waiting for me to dig it up, 'cause let me tell you, that was the best dirty little secret I've ever had the pleasure of bringing to light."
With a frustrated growl emanating from her throat, she swung the door to the conference room shut with as much force as she could muster. Unfortunately for her, Castle managed to slide his foot in the doorway.
"Ouch! If you're going to dismember me, you should probably do it somewhere other than a precinct." He entered the room, closing the door behind him, watching as she threw her work onto the table in the center of the room and then turn her back to him.
Castle wasn't sure where the courage to follow her had come from, but he hoped it stayed with him for a while. He had witnessed her intimidating persona crack hardened criminals. Being on the receiving end of that rage was a position that ranked highly on his list of places he never wanted to be, but he couldn't help but feel invigorated at the opportunity to set her further out of her element, away from her comfort zone.
"So?"
"What, Castle? So what?" She questioned acerbically, turning to face him.
"Why did you lie?"
"Because I'm not that person anymore!"
"What do you mean, you're 'not that person'? I've got to object to that. You're as hot as ever. You are so that person still. I've seen the pictures. I can be considered an expert on this topic. I've seen my fair share of attractive women, but you, Detective, in your little black modelling portfolio, legs all endless, hair gracefully gathered up by the wind, clothes barely there-"
"Castle," she began exasperated, "Wind cannot gather up hair."
"That's beside the point."
"What do you want me to say? I'm a cop, Castle. I work in a predominantly male field where I don't have to show off my legs to be objectified. All I have to do is be in the room, or outside the room, or really, just in their field of vision, and I'm a piece of meat. Being a model would just fuel the fire. I'm not that person anymore. I've earned my position here. I've earned their respect, and I didn't use the way I look to get here. I don't need a fan blowing dust in my face to get pretty pictures of the wind gathering up my hair, and I certainly did not need anyone knowing that those pictures existed. They aren't me. They're of some carefree kid that had no idea what life was going to throw at her."
"You just said wind couldn't," he stopped himself at her icy stare. Sighing, he took a few steps closer to her. "Kate, you've got to know that no one here, in this precinct, is going to think any less of you because you wore a dress, or a corset, or had your hair and makeup done. You said it yourself; they respect you. You earned that with your brilliant mind, your ability to get the job done, and with the compassion you show for the victims and their families." When she didn't retreat from his approach, he put a hand on her shoulder and forced her to look him in the eyes. "Not to mention, you're smokin' hot in those pictures, I mean really, what's not to like about them?"
"And another sweet moment bites the dust." She starts to pull away, but his grip on her shoulder tightens. She tenses and prepares for another fight like the one that had occurred that morning, but before she even realizes, he'd pulled her against him and pressed his mouth to hers. For a moment, she thinks about pushing him away, but the rush of ecstasy that pulses through her pushes any logical thought from her head.
Castle had once again surprised himself with his own boldness. When he felt her respond to the kiss, his bravery increased and he pushed her backwards until she was pressed against something. He wasn't sure what it was, but it caused her to press against him tightly when she had no where else to go.
Her lower back had hit the frigid, hard surface of the wooden table. The contrast in temperatures between the place where his warm hand lay, just above the cold table made each feel more extreme. The hand that was clenching her hair and the back of her neck, holding her face to his slowly made its way down her back to the hem of her shirt, not bothering to take the time with the buttons, he lifted it over her head, showing more restraint than Kate was able to. She just pulled at his shirt until the buttons popped and liberated his chest for her hands to roam.
Her bra was quickly disposed of and Castle pulled back to admire her now bare torso. He watched as her chest heaved, while she tried to catch her breath. He didn't allow her to. He reached his hand up to hold her breast, her nipple between his thumb and index finger, lightly pinching on it before bringing his mouth to it. She let her head fall back and pressed her rib cage forward in an attempt to bring him closer to her.
Having his mouth free his hands, he made better use of them by sliding them down her back, in her pants, over her ass and thighs. Taking her gasp rather than pushing him away as a good sign, his hands made the journey upwards again, so he could relieve her of the last of her clothing. His hands quickly found the zipper and he pulled her pants and underwear down in one motion. Kate was brought back to reality when she felt him pushing deep inside.
"Wait! We can't do this here," she cried weakly while angling her hips to take him further.
"There's no one else here," he responded, trailing his lips to just below her ear, and pulling her body even closer to his, moaning when she clenched her legs together. Taking that as permission to continue, he pressed against her more firmly before withdrawing. The emptiness and bereft feeling he left behind made Kate want to cry out, but he was soon filling her once again, and all she could do was moan.
Castle loved the noises he was able to draw from her. He was certain he would never tire of hearing them come from her mouth, and he used them as a guide to angle his thrusts in order to draw the loudest squeaks, moans, and gasps from her as possible.
He pulled one of her legs to his waist to open her wider and felt her body start to tighten around him. When she stifled her moan into his shoulder, he pulled her other leg around his waist and leaned her back against the table. The way she gasped as he withdrew and squeaked as he entered her again made him pick up the pace and the intensity and soon she was crying out his name and dragging her fingernails down his shoulders and back. With a final, hard thrust, he came inside her.
She whimpered and he collapsed on top of her on the table. Both struggling for air, neither willing to move. They lay like that for a while, content to feel the other against them. Castle was the first to move and Kate cried out as he pulled from her, hollow now that he wasn't filling her.
He ran his hands along her stomach, her arms, her legs, anywhere he could reach, occasionally rubbing against her clit and nipples just to hear her make a noise. He knew that she was overstimulated and exhausted but he couldn't get enough of her. Grabbing a chair, he sat down and pulled her down so she was straddling his lap. He let her head fall on his shoulder and ran his hands down her naked back, delighting in the muscular lines he felt.
"We should go home."
"Yeah," she sleepily responded.
He chuckled before dropping his hands to cup her ass again, kneading the flesh beneath his fingers. She groaned softly and leaned back to look in his eyes. She was met with raw desire, and felt him harden again against her belly. He lifted her up so he could slide back inside her, her whimper was an incredible mix of pain and pleasure. She had missed the feeling of him inside her for the few short minutes it had taken him to recover.
This time, she led the pace, gentle and slow, reveling in the feel of each other, with their foreheads pressed together. Feeling her start to tense again, Castle smiled and said, "You know, if I had known all it would have taken to get your clothes off was a kiss, I would have done that years ago."
"Stop talking," she responded, pulling on a handful of his hair.
It didn't take long for both of them to climax again.
Kate rested her forehead against his neck, enjoying the feeling of his arms wrapped tightly around her, his hips between her legs, and his pulse racing against her. She let herself be comforted this way for a few minutes before she let her mind start to work again, realizing what a mistake she had just made.
An atrocious, execrable mistake. There wasn't going to be a way to go back after this.
Feeling her tense in his arms, and this time in a way he knew was not pleasurable, Castle tried to break the silence and interrupt her thoughts. "So, uh, you wouldn't happen to still have that corset, would you?"
"Castle!" She tried to climb off his lap, but he held her in place.
"Relax." He attempted to calm her by placing kisses all along her neck and shoulder. She resisted as long as she could, but eventually succumbed to his soothing caresses. When he was sure she wasn't going to make a break for it again, he loosened his grip from around her. "I'm taking you home. We'll have the loft to ourselves tonight."
She nodded and rose from the chair. Maybe it wasn't so much of a mistake after all. She had feared that now he had had his fun, he would toss her aside like his adoring fans who were all too willing to give him whatever he wanted. He wanted to take her home. To his home. He wasn't done with her. He still wanted to be around her.
"You know, if I had known all it would have taken to get you to kiss me was to throw a stapler at your face, I would have resorted to that in the interrogation room that first day we met," she said demurely as she buttoned her pants.
Castle laughed as he tried to salvage his ruined shirt. "Let's go home." He offered his arm when she'd finished dressing. Picking up the bag of cold food from her desk, and making their way toward the elevator, he stopped short.
"What?" Kate was struck with fear that he'd changed his mind.
"You're forgetting the book!" With a resounding smack, his chest stung where her hand had made contact.
"Lower left drawer," she mussitated, continuing toward the elevator, leaving him to scamper to its location and dig it out from beneath the files before joining her once again.
Pairing: Castle/Beckett
Rating: M
Summary: A piece of Kate's past emerges. Smut ensues.
Word Count: 2,700
A/N: Thanks to aprilvolition for giving me deadlines, even if I didn't meet them. ;)
A/N 2: Beware of smut, farideh129 .
It was ridiculous, really. How angry she was. Her attempt to physically release some of that anger by launching whatever was in her reach at Castle's head had only deepened her rage. Her stapler had broken when it hit the floor, and her favorite pen had rolled beneath a desk; both attempts to maim his handsome face were unsuccessful.
So now, she sat at her desk fuming while slowly working through the mountain of paperwork that had accumulated after her last case with a pen that didn't glide smoothly and left splotches of ink wherever it dwelled too long on the formation of a letter, and having to detach each and every paperclip from the asinine chain Castle had made them into while he was bored.
She ignored her stomach protesting her commitment to finish off the pile before she left for the night.
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The blinking cursor on his laptop's illuminated screen was slowly driving him up a wall. It just stayed in that one place and flashed, jeering at his inability to articulate the scenes playing out in his mind. A need to write exactly what he was looking at had struck hard when he held that book in his hands. Words should be dripping from his fingertips onto the keyboard, filling his screen with line after line, but those words were failing him. For the first time, he found himself thinking that it was entirely possible to have too much inspiration.
The cursor continued to mock him.
Castle pushed his laptop further back on his desk, leaned back in his chair, and propped his legs up, crossing his feet. He stared at the ceiling, allowing himself to indulge in a few more minutes of his fantasies before he would force himself to return to his work.
Letting out a heavy sigh, he stood. As tempting as staying lost in his dream world was, sitting at his desk with that damn cursor relentlessly flashing wasn't going to make the scenes come to life. He needed to get away from his laptop.
He needed her.
He knew Beckett wouldn't want to see him. She had made that abundantly clear when she made his face the target of her desk missiles, but he felt obligated to make sure she had at least eaten properly. With her slowly burning anger, she'd probably bury herself in paperwork for the rest of the night and forget to take care of herself.
And, of course, there was no one better than him to save her from herself. Resolutely, he strode out the door while placing a pick-up order at a small Italian restaurant conveniently located between the loft and the precinct.
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The sound of the elevator doors sliding open caused her to jump. It had been a relatively quiet, uneventful week, so everyone had taken advantage of the peacefulness and gone home to spend time with their families. There was no apparent reason for anyone to be arriving at the precinct so late in the night.
Upon seeing Castle emerge, she rolled her eyes. Of course. Who else would come to the precinct at stupid o'clock at night?
"I thought I told you to go home?" She was met with a blank stare and the smell of oregano wafting form the white plastic bag hanging from his right hand. "What makes you think I'd take you up on your offer for dinner now, after I've already refused."
"What makes you think this is for you?" His retort was delivered with the same, expressionless face he wore when she first acknowledged his presence, but his tone held a jovial lilt.
"I don't see anyone else here, do you?"
"I thought the guys could use some sustenance, since your reluctance to call it a day and save the paperwork for tomorrow usually leaves them stuck here just as long as you are."
"They're big boys, Castle. They can look after themselves." She made the warning in her voice very clear. She didn't need, nor did she want to be doted on. "As you can see, they left hours ago. By now they're probably tucked into bed all safe and sound, but I'm sure they could do with a bedtime story if you're really that invested in taking care of them."
He wasn't able to hide the grimace behind the emotionless facade, and Beckett celebrated the small victory internally. The revelry was short-lived when he placed the bag of food on the paperwork in front of her.
"I have work to do. Get that bag away, and go back home."
"No."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm not leaving," he stated firmly, proud that his voice did not show the fear that her menacing scowl struck him with.
Beckett shook her head and abruptly stood, shoving the bag of food towards him, snatching up her paperwork, and started towards the conference room.
"You know what I don't get?" He followed close behind her, the food left behind on her desk. "Why you had to lie about it. It's not a big deal, really. Unless you were just waiting for me to dig it up, 'cause let me tell you, that was the best dirty little secret I've ever had the pleasure of bringing to light."
With a frustrated growl emanating from her throat, she swung the door to the conference room shut with as much force as she could muster. Unfortunately for her, Castle managed to slide his foot in the doorway.
"Ouch! If you're going to dismember me, you should probably do it somewhere other than a precinct." He entered the room, closing the door behind him, watching as she threw her work onto the table in the center of the room and then turn her back to him.
Castle wasn't sure where the courage to follow her had come from, but he hoped it stayed with him for a while. He had witnessed her intimidating persona crack hardened criminals. Being on the receiving end of that rage was a position that ranked highly on his list of places he never wanted to be, but he couldn't help but feel invigorated at the opportunity to set her further out of her element, away from her comfort zone.
"So?"
"What, Castle? So what?" She questioned acerbically, turning to face him.
"Why did you lie?"
"Because I'm not that person anymore!"
"What do you mean, you're 'not that person'? I've got to object to that. You're as hot as ever. You are so that person still. I've seen the pictures. I can be considered an expert on this topic. I've seen my fair share of attractive women, but you, Detective, in your little black modelling portfolio, legs all endless, hair gracefully gathered up by the wind, clothes barely there-"
"Castle," she began exasperated, "Wind cannot gather up hair."
"That's beside the point."
"What do you want me to say? I'm a cop, Castle. I work in a predominantly male field where I don't have to show off my legs to be objectified. All I have to do is be in the room, or outside the room, or really, just in their field of vision, and I'm a piece of meat. Being a model would just fuel the fire. I'm not that person anymore. I've earned my position here. I've earned their respect, and I didn't use the way I look to get here. I don't need a fan blowing dust in my face to get pretty pictures of the wind gathering up my hair, and I certainly did not need anyone knowing that those pictures existed. They aren't me. They're of some carefree kid that had no idea what life was going to throw at her."
"You just said wind couldn't," he stopped himself at her icy stare. Sighing, he took a few steps closer to her. "Kate, you've got to know that no one here, in this precinct, is going to think any less of you because you wore a dress, or a corset, or had your hair and makeup done. You said it yourself; they respect you. You earned that with your brilliant mind, your ability to get the job done, and with the compassion you show for the victims and their families." When she didn't retreat from his approach, he put a hand on her shoulder and forced her to look him in the eyes. "Not to mention, you're smokin' hot in those pictures, I mean really, what's not to like about them?"
"And another sweet moment bites the dust." She starts to pull away, but his grip on her shoulder tightens. She tenses and prepares for another fight like the one that had occurred that morning, but before she even realizes, he'd pulled her against him and pressed his mouth to hers. For a moment, she thinks about pushing him away, but the rush of ecstasy that pulses through her pushes any logical thought from her head.
Castle had once again surprised himself with his own boldness. When he felt her respond to the kiss, his bravery increased and he pushed her backwards until she was pressed against something. He wasn't sure what it was, but it caused her to press against him tightly when she had no where else to go.
Her lower back had hit the frigid, hard surface of the wooden table. The contrast in temperatures between the place where his warm hand lay, just above the cold table made each feel more extreme. The hand that was clenching her hair and the back of her neck, holding her face to his slowly made its way down her back to the hem of her shirt, not bothering to take the time with the buttons, he lifted it over her head, showing more restraint than Kate was able to. She just pulled at his shirt until the buttons popped and liberated his chest for her hands to roam.
Her bra was quickly disposed of and Castle pulled back to admire her now bare torso. He watched as her chest heaved, while she tried to catch her breath. He didn't allow her to. He reached his hand up to hold her breast, her nipple between his thumb and index finger, lightly pinching on it before bringing his mouth to it. She let her head fall back and pressed her rib cage forward in an attempt to bring him closer to her.
Having his mouth free his hands, he made better use of them by sliding them down her back, in her pants, over her ass and thighs. Taking her gasp rather than pushing him away as a good sign, his hands made the journey upwards again, so he could relieve her of the last of her clothing. His hands quickly found the zipper and he pulled her pants and underwear down in one motion. Kate was brought back to reality when she felt him pushing deep inside.
"Wait! We can't do this here," she cried weakly while angling her hips to take him further.
"There's no one else here," he responded, trailing his lips to just below her ear, and pulling her body even closer to his, moaning when she clenched her legs together. Taking that as permission to continue, he pressed against her more firmly before withdrawing. The emptiness and bereft feeling he left behind made Kate want to cry out, but he was soon filling her once again, and all she could do was moan.
Castle loved the noises he was able to draw from her. He was certain he would never tire of hearing them come from her mouth, and he used them as a guide to angle his thrusts in order to draw the loudest squeaks, moans, and gasps from her as possible.
He pulled one of her legs to his waist to open her wider and felt her body start to tighten around him. When she stifled her moan into his shoulder, he pulled her other leg around his waist and leaned her back against the table. The way she gasped as he withdrew and squeaked as he entered her again made him pick up the pace and the intensity and soon she was crying out his name and dragging her fingernails down his shoulders and back. With a final, hard thrust, he came inside her.
She whimpered and he collapsed on top of her on the table. Both struggling for air, neither willing to move. They lay like that for a while, content to feel the other against them. Castle was the first to move and Kate cried out as he pulled from her, hollow now that he wasn't filling her.
He ran his hands along her stomach, her arms, her legs, anywhere he could reach, occasionally rubbing against her clit and nipples just to hear her make a noise. He knew that she was overstimulated and exhausted but he couldn't get enough of her. Grabbing a chair, he sat down and pulled her down so she was straddling his lap. He let her head fall on his shoulder and ran his hands down her naked back, delighting in the muscular lines he felt.
"We should go home."
"Yeah," she sleepily responded.
He chuckled before dropping his hands to cup her ass again, kneading the flesh beneath his fingers. She groaned softly and leaned back to look in his eyes. She was met with raw desire, and felt him harden again against her belly. He lifted her up so he could slide back inside her, her whimper was an incredible mix of pain and pleasure. She had missed the feeling of him inside her for the few short minutes it had taken him to recover.
This time, she led the pace, gentle and slow, reveling in the feel of each other, with their foreheads pressed together. Feeling her start to tense again, Castle smiled and said, "You know, if I had known all it would have taken to get your clothes off was a kiss, I would have done that years ago."
"Stop talking," she responded, pulling on a handful of his hair.
It didn't take long for both of them to climax again.
Kate rested her forehead against his neck, enjoying the feeling of his arms wrapped tightly around her, his hips between her legs, and his pulse racing against her. She let herself be comforted this way for a few minutes before she let her mind start to work again, realizing what a mistake she had just made.
An atrocious, execrable mistake. There wasn't going to be a way to go back after this.
Feeling her tense in his arms, and this time in a way he knew was not pleasurable, Castle tried to break the silence and interrupt her thoughts. "So, uh, you wouldn't happen to still have that corset, would you?"
"Castle!" She tried to climb off his lap, but he held her in place.
"Relax." He attempted to calm her by placing kisses all along her neck and shoulder. She resisted as long as she could, but eventually succumbed to his soothing caresses. When he was sure she wasn't going to make a break for it again, he loosened his grip from around her. "I'm taking you home. We'll have the loft to ourselves tonight."
She nodded and rose from the chair. Maybe it wasn't so much of a mistake after all. She had feared that now he had had his fun, he would toss her aside like his adoring fans who were all too willing to give him whatever he wanted. He wanted to take her home. To his home. He wasn't done with her. He still wanted to be around her.
"You know, if I had known all it would have taken to get you to kiss me was to throw a stapler at your face, I would have resorted to that in the interrogation room that first day we met," she said demurely as she buttoned her pants.
Castle laughed as he tried to salvage his ruined shirt. "Let's go home." He offered his arm when she'd finished dressing. Picking up the bag of cold food from her desk, and making their way toward the elevator, he stopped short.
"What?" Kate was struck with fear that he'd changed his mind.
"You're forgetting the book!" With a resounding smack, his chest stung where her hand had made contact.
"Lower left drawer," she mussitated, continuing toward the elevator, leaving him to scamper to its location and dig it out from beneath the files before joining her once again.