Frozen Love (A Castle Fanfiction)

Peeping Toms

Just so those of you know who skipped the last chapter and read on, the condom broke and Beckett's extreme pro-life to the point where she won't take the morning after pill (a point Rick doesn't find quite as important, but doesn't argue). For those of you who did, thank you so much for that. :) You guys are ALL awesome whether you read the last chapter or not. Thank you all for reading! ENJOY!!! :)

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Castle was in the kitchen a lot faster than I would have excepted. Almost instantly after we'd woken up, he leapt from the bed and headed off to my fast food filled fridge across the hard wood floors in only one sock. Of course as he walked, it was obvious he was sore through his broken, abnormal limp. It looked as though he both really had to pee and had been shot in the leg. Once he passed through my door and was out of my sight, I got the opportunity to stand and feel a similar pain. The only difference between him and me was my ability to muscle through the ache and walk fairly unaffected.

Eventually I caught up to him in the kitchen where he was playing with a couple of Styrofoam boxes and searching through the take out boxes and bags. The chilled wood on my feet was uncomfortable, but when I got into the kitchen and sat on the cold metal chairs, a feeling of relief spread through my body that felt almost as good as he did. A moan must have escaped my chapped lips because he just looked at me with the most amused grin I'd ever seen on him. "Seriously, hun, you have to try sitting on this. It feels so good."

His grin then bloomed into a full smile while he asked, "Did you just call me 'hun'?"

I looked at him with a sly, sexy smirk, "I can't exactly call you sweetie pie after what you did last night." He quirked a look of approval in my direction before heading back into the fridge. I watched with a gaping mouth purely to watch his toned, firm gloots tighten as he bent.

He spoke with his head still chilling in the cool air, "There's nothing in here that's not a left over, is there?" His face then bent beneath his chest to see me staring at him. Still bent, he asked, "Enjoying the show?"

"How did you end up with scratches all down your back? My fingernails are all so stubby right now," I told him, looking at the single scratch that went from the center of his upper spine all the way to his hip. In the beaming light of the afternoon, I could see every claw mark, but this one was terrible.

Rick then replied, "I don't know, but I do know that your lipstick somehow went front your lips to mine and there's a stain on your- your umm..." He couldn't spit it out and simply waved his finger around in the air. I looked down and found the stain on my right breast. Licking two of my fingers, I used one hand to become a replacement bra for the moment and wiped off the stain with the other hand. He stared while I did that with a dropped jaw and a bit of blood on his lip.

"Castle, I think I might have bit your lip. You're bleeding just a bit." Rick quickly regained his stature and attempted to find the bleed. When he couldn't, I stood and skated over to him with slow grace. My left hand came against his right cheek and I used my thumb to dust away the dried flecks. Looking into his oceanic eyes, lost in the blue cavernous pools, I softly whispered to him, "I got it."

He came closer to me, within an inch from my face. His hands slid to my cheeks and pulled my body closed to him from the bottom up. Barely a breath away, he told me, "You don't have any food here."

Moving closer by a fraction of an inch, our bare skin touching each other everywhere but our lips, I replied, "I guess eating here is out of the picture then." He nodded with a small motion, but then all in one motion, slid his hand up my back, across my spine causing me to arch into him and placed his hand on the back of my head as his lips magnetically pulled mine to them. My leg involuntarily moved up his thigh as I opened up to him, still sore but ignoring the pain.

While his hand slid along the smooth, shaved skin of my calf and finished at my bent knee, holding me there and teasing me with everything he had to offer, his lips left mine and traveled to my neck where his touch sent shockwaves through me. When my eyes opened, his head beneath mine, I was able to see the world in a whole new color. Just as I was about to suggest going back to my room, I looked out my back window the see an elder woman gawking at us.

My hands reacted before my mind did as I latched onto him and threw down my leg. His face quickly resurfaced in front of me as he asked what was wrong. Still staring at the woman, I whispered, "Castle, some woman is watching us."

"What?" he questioned, not believing me. His head then spun around to behind himself to see the grandmother on her balcony with glasses that reflected the sun, beaming in my apartment and blinding us for a moment. He was laughing, but I was simply petrified. He then smiled at me, my eyes still fixated on the woman, and said, "Kate, just go get dressed. You don't have any food anyway. We can eat at the loft."

This instantly captured my attention and caused me to look directly at him. "Castle, Alexis and Martha are at your house. Do you really want to go there and deal with that? I mean, I'm sure Alexis will be like, 'Oh cool," and then, 'ewe gross,' but Martha will ask a million and one questions and give us that smile that she always gives, and we'll be forced to endure it and sit through breakfast trying so hard not to be too terribly uncomfortable. And of course, your mother will see our walks and just smile and probably say something to make everyone in the room uncomfortable. And-."

"Kate!" He said, to stop me from rambling on another moment longer. "Relax, alright? I told my mother and Alexis to get out of town during the case and they enjoyed themselves enough that they said they were going to be there until tomorrow evening."

"Really?" I asked in relief and in hope. If they were gone, I A) didn't have to answer a shit load of hard questions and B) could stay at his place for longer than just breakfast. I really didn't want to leave, I just wanted a relaxing weekend. He nodded and merriment caused me to act like a teenaged girl and announce, "Yay!"

The smile that simple statement brought to his face was perfection, though. He simply looked at me with his baby blue pools for eyes and the softest, most purely loving smile and took me in with every ounce of his mind. I know this is what he was doing, because I'd been doing the same. Finally, he broke the silence and asked, "Is that woman still staring at us?"

I looked past him, breaking eye contact for only a moment and replied with a grumpy, sullen look, "Yes."

"Good," he said. My face contorted in surprise and disapproval at this and then he continued on. "I'm sure she'll enjoy this." Just when he finished that, he bent down, wrapped his arms around my thighs, just under my cheeks, and lifted me over his shoulder the way a fireman would. And while he walked out of the room with me, he spun in a one eighty to wave at the woman and then continued to spin and head toward my room as I smashed my fists against his back and threw my feet around, fighting against him with everything I could.

He then put me down and I was instantly in a fit of laughter. The writer had more on his mind, however. "Shower?" I thought on this a moment and was about to say no because I really wasn't in the mood after the woman in the window, but he then moved close and put his arms around me. My fingertips rested against his pecks as I was moments from refusing, but just as I was about to push away, his hand began to trace along my spine and sent shockwave to course through me in every way. My small, pleasure filled moan was enough of a yes for him and he'd risen to the occasion. I couldn't say no now.