The door slipped shut and for a moment, Kate rested against it, tired and drained. She sighed and pushed off the wooden surface, turning around. She pulled off her red pea-coat and slung it over a nearby chair while dropping her purse and keys into a bowl on the small, metallic table near the door. The loft was immersed in darkness, only a lamp or two and the fire in the fireplace providing light.
"Hey, beautiful."
"Holy shit!" She jerked around at the sound of his voice, clutching a hand to her chest. "Castle, you scared the crap out of me," she breathed, her shoulders slumping in relief.
He pushed off the door-frame of his office door, a smile pulling at his mouth.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
He was dressed in black dress pants and an indigo button-down shirt, shaved and hair groomed to perfection.
Debonair and delicious.
Her eyes slowly, eagerly raked over him as he approached her.
"It's a pity."
Her brow furrowed, the hazy lust clearing from her thoughts.
"What is?"
"That we couldn't do date night tonight."
He slid his arms around her loosely and pulled her to him.
She sighed and melted into him.
"Oh. Yeah. I'm sorry, honey." Kate wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her hands clasped behind his neck. "Things got a little crazy today and I had a load of paperwork to wrap up."
He leaned down and kissed her softly. "It's okay. I understand. Besides, I'm used to it by now."
She pulled back, narrowing her eyes. "Used to what?"
He sighed. "Getting stood up by beautiful women."
Kate rolled her eyes. "Shut up." She pulled his head down towards her, stealing his breath with a toe-curling kiss.
When they broke apart, Rick regarded her with a lopsided grin. "So? Was I right? Did the husband do the deed?"
Kate sighed and shook her head. "No, the husband alibied out actually."
His cocky grin fell away. "No way! I was sure it was him."
Kate smiled faintly. "Yeah, so were we." She brushed her hands over his shoulders.
"So, who was it?" He asked, a spark of interest igniting the blue hue of his eyes.
"The mistress."
He snorted in derision. "Let me guess - he promised her the stars and the moon and she didn't want to share him anymore."
Kate nodded. "Yeah, pretty much."
"So she went all 'Fatal Attraction'."
She nodded again and smiled. "Yeah, pretty much."
"So cliche."
"Not all murder cases are murder mystery novels, Castle. Sometimes it's simply a case of Jack-shot-Jill-over-Bill."
"Still. Sooo boring."
Kate rolled her eyes and shook her head, deciding to change the subject. "So? What did you have planned for date night, Mr. Castle?"
"Something awesome, Mrs. Castle." He gave her that sexy, devilish little upturn of his lips; all twinkly eyes and roguish charm.
Damn.
The man was hot as hell.
And, as a result, she was always in trouble controlling herself around him. Serious trouble.
Kate lifted an eyebrow, her mouth curving. "Awesome, huh?"
He grinned and pulled her closer, lowering his head towards her. "You have no idea," he murmured against her cheek, pressing a kiss to her skin. "I would have knocked your socks off."
"Only my socks?"
Rick barked out a laugh. "Among other things."
She hummed in agreement before pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
Kate pulled back, a smile sliding open over her mouth. "Just like that first date, huh?"
He huffed in indignation, his mouth quirking. "You're never going to let me live that down, are you?"
She shook her head, lip caught between her teeth. "Nope. Not anytime soon, Casanova."
"Yeah, yeah. Okay," he grumbled. "We almost didn't get out of your apartment, remember?"
She laughed lightly and nodded. "Oh, yeah. I remember." She rolled her eyes. "God, we were like two horny teenagers."
"We still are." He sighed. "That was the best part of the evening. The rest... was a disaster. To put it mildly."
She shrugged. "Eh, it wasn't so bad."
He snorted in disbelief. "Oh come on, Kate! It was bad. Really, really bad. You can't deny that."
She grinned, wide and beautiful, sparkling and adoring. She rose up to meet his mouth in a soft, delicate kiss.
"It was the best worst-first-date I've ever been on."
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He was strangely nervous standing at front her door, dressed in his best Armani suit and a bouquet of her favourite flowers in hand. Tonight was their official first date - and he wanted it to be perfect. He wanted to wine and dine and spoil her.Rick took a breath, lifted his hand, knocked three times and waited. His heart hammered in his chest and his palms felt sweaty. He tried to shake it off. They were together already. They have been since she followed him to Rome two weeks ago. But they were back in New York, back in the real world, back to being Castle and Beckett.
So, yeah, he was a nervous wreck because-
because... she was it for him.
Kate Beckett was his last chapter, the epilogue to his life. And he didn't want to mess-
The door opened and his heart stuttered to a halt.
Kate was wearing an elegant, strapless, black cocktail dress that was cut off just below her knees along with sexy, black four-inch, peep-toe heels. The dress fit like a glove - sensuously hugging her curves, mapping the contours of her lithe body. Her hair was pinned up, a few strands hanging loose and curling against around her face, revealing the long column of her neck.
He was staring.
She bit her lip, eyes traveling all over him - he was swoon-worthy in a tailored, black designer suit (the man had serious taste) and a rich, maroon button-down shirt.
She wanted to the one wearing that shirt by the next morning. But they had a deal - five dates.
Five. Dates.
Ug. So not a good idea.
"Hey," Kate said quietly, her mouth curving into a soft, shy smile.
He cleared his throat and returned a lopsided, slightly goofy smile. "Hi."
Silence fell for a few seconds.
Kate pressed her lips together in an attempt not to smile. "Are those for me, Castle?" She pointed to the flowers.
"Uh," he glanced at the flowers and back to her. "Yeah. Here you go," he said, holding the flowers out to her rather dumbly. She grinned, watching him from beneath her eyelashes.
Adorable, sweet man.
"Thanks," she said, her face showered in tenderness and affection. She closed her eyes and inhaled the sweet scent of the flowers. "Come in while I put these in water."
He followed her towards the kitchen, eyes glued to the sashay of her hips in that very, very sexy dress.
He wanted to be the one to drag that zipper down and pull that dress off her body. But, alas, they made a deal - five dates before sleeping together again. It was stupid idea now in hindsight. Very stupid. How was he supposed to keep his libido in check with her in that dress?
He moved in behind her, his hands finding her waist. "You're beautiful," he murmured, his mouth at her ear while his hands rubbed slowly, seductively over the soft skin of her shoulders. Kate's hands faltered for a moment and she instinctively leaned back into him; his rich, dark voice drawing her in.
Like a moth to the flame.
"You're not so bad yourself, Rick," she breathed, her voice throaty and dark.
He pressed against the counter and placed a few kisses against her shoulder before tracking open-mouthed kisses towards her neck, darting his tongue out to taste her skin. Kate closed her eyes and bit back a moan, her hands flexing against the surface of the counter. If they didn't stop this soon, they were not getting out of her apartment tonight. Especially not when his hands were traveling over her sides - up and down and down and down and oh!-
She quickly turned in his arms and put a hand to his chest, trying to get some distance between them. He was staring at her, eyes dark and hungry. She swallowed, licking her lips. She saw the way his eyes darted towards her mouth, predatory in his perusal. He stepped into her personal space, his hips pressing her back against the counter again while his hands gripped her waist tightly.
"God, you're sexy," he growled hotly before crashing his mouth onto hers. He roughly thrust his tongue into her mouth - demanding and possessive and so very, very good.
He broke the kiss to suck on her pulse point again, his hands all over her body.
"Rick. Wait." Her voice was a little shaky and breathless. She had to resist the urge to wrap a leg around his hip and just take him. On the kitchen counter. Fondling and moaning and-
No, no. Slow. They had an agreement.
Slooowww.
She shook her head to clear her mind of the hot, dirty things she was thinking about doing to him on that very surface.
"Rick," she said stronger this time, pushing on his shoulder. He took a step back, chest heaving and eyes clouded with lust. "We... Our agreement," she finished weakly on a sigh.
He groaned and tilted his head backwards, taking a step way from her. In that dress. All sexed up. At the kitchen counter.
Ah, shit.
"That was the stupidest idea we've ever had," he muttered before returning his gaze to hers.
She grinned and took his hand, palms kissing and fingers interwoven.
"Come on, Castle. You promised me, and I quote, 'a night to remember'."
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He chuckled, leaning against the headboard, dressed in a pair of boxers and a white t-shirt. "Oh man, I thought I was gonna knock you off your feet."He heard her soft, amused laugh. She poked her head around the open bathroom door, toothbrush in hand and grinning widely.
"I can still remember your face when that concierge told you about the mix-up. You almost looked like you were going to have a panic attack." She disappeared out of sight again.
He sat up. "I almost did!"
A few minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom with a bottle of lotion, smiling widely. "But why?"
His brow furrowed, the bed dipping with her sleight weight. "What do you mean 'why'?"
She glanced at him while rubbing lotion on her legs. "Why were you so nervous?"
His eyes were on her hands. Rubbing lotion. On her long, long legs. In those boy shorts.
"It was our first date," he said quietly, shifting closer to his wife while reaching out a hand and smoothing it over her bare thigh.
She stopped and watched him, the tone of his voice halting the movement of her hands.
"You wanted to impress me," Kate stated. She lifted a hand and brushed it through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. He let out a contented sigh and slid down to lie beside her; his head next to her hip and an arm slung over her waist.
He shrugged, eyes fluttering. "Yeah, I guess so."
She laughed softly, still running a hand through his hair. "Why?"
He shifted to look at her. "I wanted to give you everything you needed. All of the things that you deserved."
Her heart pounded, her chest suddenly feeling tight at the naked sincerity radiating from his eyes. Her mouth slowly, beautifully soared into a beaming smile. She brushed her fingers along his temple, down over his cheek and along his jaw, the sweep of her thumb meeting his lips.
"Rick, by that time, you already gave me everything that I've ever wanted." She scooted down to meet him and painted a gentle kiss to the canvass of his mouth. "And so much more."
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Come on, Come on
Move a little closer
Come on, Come on
I want to hear you whisper
Come on, Come on
Settle down inside my love
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