Caskett: Never Ending Love

25: Fetish (Part 2)

Previously in Fetish...

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"I'm ready."

The pair stood there staring into each other's eyes. Castle took a step forward and gently lifted his hands and softly cupped her cheek with his right hand. Kate sucked in a breath and soon released and leaned her cheek further into his palm. The warmth of his has radiated through her body making her shiver under his touch. They locked eyes no longer a pair, but a couple.

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God, Castle wanted to kiss her so badly, he yearned for the softness of her lips against his. He longed to taste her, to finally be with her. But he didn't want to push. His thumb brushed along her cheek bone. He didn't want to scare her off. Then again, he thought, if she was ready, did that mean she was ready for a kiss? And if she was ready for the kiss should he be the one to initiate? All these thoughts flew around his head in a dizzy array. He was about to go down another rabbit hole of concerns when he felt it. He closed his eyes immediately and basked in the sensation of her warm lips against his own. They were softer than he ever would've imagined. Soft and supple.

She had kissed him gently. She could tell he was in distress as whether or not to kiss her, sensing his hesitation. She wanted him to doubt no more, to worry no more, so she leaned in, his hand still on her cheek, and kissed him. It wasn't forceful, but it wasn't not passionate. She kissed him with softness at first, feeling him out, seeing if he would respond. She felt him move his move against hers in response so she kissed him back even harder, but still gentle. Her own fierce, sweet concoction.

The kiss was intoxicating, he couldn't help but respond. And the minute he did he felt her kiss back with more of a hunger, a passion. He kissed her back to with no hesitation, cupping her cheeks with not one, but both of his hands. He needed her as close as possible. He felt her hands run up his back, one softly residing of his forearm and the other touseling in his brown hair. He didn't care if she messed it up, he didn't care about anything but her, and the taste she was leaving as they opened their mouths to one another. She tasted heavenly, he couldn't describe it even if he was forced to. It was something beyond words. Something immaculate. He deepened the kiss further, putting everything in it he couldn't for the past two years. Everything he had wanted to. Every peck he wished he could place on her head, every hand he wanted to place on the small of her back, everything.

Kate felt him deepen the kiss and followed his lead. They had opened up their mouths for one another and she couldn't help but smile into the kiss. She could feel him move one of his hands down to her hip to pull her closer to him, to have her up against him. That sparked a fire in her abdomen, She felt a shiver of longing run down her spine. In response she softly bit his lower lip, instantly soothing it with her tongue. She hoped he would find it sexy. She was satisfied with his response when he sucked on her lower lip slowly bringing her further into the kiss.

Now, almost as if fate placed the thought in each of their minds the two, the couple, began to slowly slow down their first kiss. Replacing the lightning of the kiss with little sparks and pecks to each other. Eventually they pulled apart.

Castle was the first to open his eyes, with Beckett following a couple of seconds behind. When he saw her with his eyes closed, her lips swollen, and cheeks pink he almost lost it there. He had never seen something so wonderful in his life. Once Kate opened her eyes she saw the huge grin on his face.

"What?" She softly giggled.

"Nothing. Just--you." he replied with a content sigh.

"Oh yeah? And what about me?" She teased, snatching her bottom lip with her teeth."