Castle: Their story. (on hold)

Chapter thirty eight

• as you all know the character 'Elizabeth' is now apart of Becketts life but she will be put on pause until later on in the book. 💕🐘

As the morning progressed, each individual peeled theirselves from the bed to either prepare a short breakfast, or in castle case a short shower. Kate cooked up her famous eggs and cheese with a floured biscuit for a side. Castle adored the dish for breakfast even though it was just, well a small dish.

The writer made his way to the kitchen, house robe spread open just to where his bare chest could show. The detective was facing the oven when the man wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her neck onto his lips, gentle kissing the spot between her shoulder blade and crease in her neck, making the brunette close her eyes to enjoy the pleasure more.

"Good morning." He mumbled onto her neck.

"Good.." she paused to catch the breath she didn't realize she was holding. "Morning castle."

He smirked before peeking over her shoulder to lay his eyes on the slightly tented eggs the cooker had been distracted from.

"Ooh eggs, yum."

Kate smiled at his antic and began to scoot the eggs around the steaming pan while the writer hands found there way up the torso of the dashing brunette.

"Good morning dad."

Castle turned his head, while lowering his arms back to the mid waist area of the detective.

"Good morning pumpkin. When did you get home."

Alexis greeted the writer once down from the stair, with a kiss to his cheek and a slight hug for Kate.

"Just later last night, I was going to peek in and tell you but I didn't want to disturb anything."

Kate nearly dropped the spatula, and felt her cheeks flood with heat as she dropped her head to hide the frowning blush. Castle removed his hands from the detectives body and planted a small kiss on his daughters head.

"Well I'm glad your home."

Kate finished with the eggs, just as Martha came from her slumber down to the kitchen area. Kate portioned them out just about equal, castle getting the little bit of leftovers in the pan. Each got a biscuit, but where granted the option of more if desired.

The small growing family enjoyed the meal with little chatter. The writer and his muse both headed off to ready theirselves for the day ahead of them, Martha and alexis both decided they should head their separate ways. Alexis, of course went to her classes, Martha traveled to her theater class for a audition that she would surly get.

"Castle which shirt?"

Castle looked from his position on the bed to his girlfriend, who was holding a black button up shirt in one hand and a white button up in the other.

"You should try the black one."

The detective stripped of her night shirt and began the journey of buttoning up her shirt, the writers eyes glued to her every curve.

"So how's it look?"

"I think the white one looks better."

Kate sighed at his change of mind, she quickly unbuttoned her black shirt and reached for the white one to replace it. About half way up the buttons she turned to the nearly drooling man and gasped.

"Richard Castle! You had me change just to see me without a shirt!"

"Huh?"

She playfully slapped his shoulder, his hands instantly connected with her hips, pulling her body to straddle his legs.

"Cast-"

She was silenced by his lips capturing hers, her reaction went along with his plans. The pairs lips danced with each others, castle deepening the kiss by unbuttoning her white blouse. Kate's hands traveled to his cheeks, both resting on his jaw bone as her lips worked their magic on his.

When the two could go no more, they broke gasping for air, only just for castle to flip the detective over and hover over her body and continue the assault on her lips.

Both the brunettes started shredding the clothes from each other, Kate's hands traveling the length of the writers now bare body, Castles hands mocking hers.

"Castle," the detective breathed.

As the moment progressed, both dived into the secession giving their all.
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Castle fell back down on the bed as they both claimed the oxygen around them as their own.

"That was... amazing."

The ruggedly handsome man managed to voice, his breathing still hazy. Kate turned her head to face him, catching a glimpse of the clock in the process.

"Castle! We are going to be late for work!"

Kate jumped out of bed and grabbed the garments that had broken free from her body as she ran to the closet that housed her pants. Castle slid from the bed and roamed the room in search of his clothes, coming up with a maroon button up shirt along with a grey jacket, and a pair of blue jeans.

The clock struck ten when the partners arrived at the prescient. Kate scrabbling to grab her badge and gun before leaping from the car, the writer hot on her trail.

As the elevator doors opened, all eyes where strained on the duo as they strolled threw the pathway toward their assigned desk.

"Yo beckett. Where were you guys?"

Kate glanced to Castle, his hair flared up from not being brushed.

"Ah, ah we over slept."

The hispanic detective shot the two a look, silently telling them he didn't believe it, but nodded.

"We caught a case, Jeffery Miller thirty two year old white male found in the alley next to the local fresh food market. GSW to the head ended him. Lanie said to come see her for more information on the victim."

Kate nodded as both her and castle stood at the exact moment, both sharing a look. Castle examined the detective as she examined him. His hair was untamed, obvious sex hair, her cheeks where rosy red giving a clear understanding that she had been involved in activities, certain activities.

The two broke the eye contact and headed for the elevators.

"Don't you want coffee?"

Kate looked to the writer as he paused and pointed to the brake room, but shook her head a negative.

"Don't have time, come on castle. "