Sex, Voyeurism and Murder: Caskett Fan Fiction - DISCONTINUED

Chapter Six

Kate ended up staying with Castle at his loft for several weeks, not ready to go back to work yet and face the sex dungeon bastards that put them in this whole mess. But as each day went by, the pair slowly got more and more comfortable around each other. They settled into a daily routine of Castle getting up in the morning to make breakfast while he let Kate sleep in. If there was washing, when she got up she would put on a load and meet him in the kitchen to eat. Once they had finished, they would clean up their plates, cutlery and cookware before Castle would disappear in his office for a few hours to write and Kate would change into some workout clothes to go for a run. Ever since she got shot, Kate had made a point of regularly working out to ensure that her heart was in peak working condition, getting Lanie to check it for her if she felt that something wasn't quite right. The scar on her chest and side had healed well, but they were still a reminder of how she had broken his heart when he saw her bleeding out on the grass.

When she got back from her run, she would use Castle's shower and find fresh clothes laid out for her on the bed when she got out. And when she was dried and dressed, she would make her way into his office, putting her arms over the back of his chair to read over his shoulder what he was working on. At first, Castle was incredibly secretive about what he wrote, but as the weeks went by, he became less and less self-conscious about, actually coming to enjoy feeling her behind him, leaning back against her arms, closing his eyes in content.

But try as she might, Castle still struggled with anything more affectionate than a hug. Whenever she would try and kiss him, more often than not, he would back away and walk off to his office, shutting the door behind him. But on the rare occasions when he didn't walk away, Kate enjoyed a few blissful seconds of her lips on his, all of her worries forgotten as she gently cupped the back of his head, trying to keep him there.

But on one night, as they prepared to go to bed, Kate trying every night to sleep in the guest bedroom, only to end up in bed next to Castle later that night, they stood at the door of Castle's office, hugged and bid each other goodnight. Kate turned and went to walk away, expecting it to be just like any other night, only for Castle to catch her hand and tug her back towards him.

"Kate, wait." He murmured quietly, slowly pulling her back to stand in front of him. Taking a shaky breath, Castle slowly raised a hand to her cheek, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear tenderly before cupping her cheek. Licking his lips nervously, Castle slowly leant in closer to her until his lips gently touched hers, taking Kate completely by surprise. Quickly relaxing into the kiss, Kate melted against him, kissing him back slowly, tenderly, worried that if she pushed things too fast, he would freak out and back away again, wanting to make the kiss deeper, but trying hard to keep it chaste. Kissing her one last time, Castle pulled away and gave Kate a small smile.

"Will you stay with me tonight? I, uh... Can't take another disturbed sleep." He told her guiltily. Chuckling softly, Kate nodded and followed Castle into his room, pulling back the covers and sliding under them next to each other, Kate instantly curling up against his chest.

"Good night, Rick." She whispered, cupping his cheek as she pulled him down for a sweet kiss.

"Good night, Kate." He replied, kissing her back lightly. But as their lips went to separate, something drew them back in, pecking their lips together once more.

And again.

And again.

Until Kate moved up the bed and held his face in both her hands, inhaling deeply as she deepened the kiss, relieved when he returned it with the same passion. Rolling over on top of him, not even realising what she was doing, Kate ground her lower body against him, gasping in surprise as she felt he was stiff underneath her. She could feel Castle's whole body stiffening up, knowing that he was going to close up again soon, so she sped up the kiss, not wanting to let him go yet. With wandering hands, they slowly drifted down to his crotch, slipping beneath his boxers, and just as she was about to take him in hand, he jumped away, holding her back at arm's length.