And I guess that put me in a nostalgic mood because I pulled out an old half-developed manuscript dated back to 2007! I want to type it out (it's in an old notebook) so it's at least on my hard drive if I ever want to come back to it. Won't be anytime soon but it's good to keep my options open.
As there's no Castle on tonight (sad face) I'm putting together a post for Friday that talks about Castle. I'm excited to be doing more writing and I'm slowly getting organized enough to not stress about it.
So Kai, I'm so proud of you! You totally earned publication.
Before the door could open Kate’s
groan could be heard into the back corners of the loft. Rick backed into the
door, pulling her with his free hand while his left was occupied with a thin,
black bag. She winced “why do I have to do this?”
“Because, my dear Detective,” he
spun her into the loft, a mischievous look in his eyes even as she rolled her
eyes and pulled away from his grip “we made a bet. A bet that you could keep
your hands to yourself at work for an entire week.”
“You make it sound like I’m a horny
teenager” she mumbled, looking into the bag.
“You are a horny teenager.” He
reminded, smiling at her disgusted expression “that’s why you lost the bet.”
She snapped the bag against her
chest “I don’t remember hearing you complaining.”
“Oh I’m not complaining. But Ryan’s
on his way to therapy. I don’t think that’s what he was expecting when he went
to the supply closet.” She caught herself before her blush could get worse.
“Now get going.” She stumbled towards the master bathroom when he slapped her
ass.
“But”
“No buts.” He warned “now, my mother
is gone, Alexis is gone and they have both assured me that they won’t be
stopping by until tonight. So, we have the loft to ourselves for at least four
hours and I intend to use every minute of it. Starting with you in that outfit,
honoring our bet.” He was this close to biting her tongue when she stuck it out at him
as she closed the door in his face.
He had been sitting on his hands for
ten minutes. He kept calling to her, asking how she was doing, but her only
reply was ‘fine, now shut up and let me get ready’. He was just excited. They’d
made the bet on a whim but getting to pick out her punishment and buying that outfit had
been the highlight of his weekend. Well, next to this obviously. I mean his
girlfriend was about to…hold on. His conscience was kicking into overdrive.
He shouldn’t make her do this if she
doesn’t want to. But if she wasn’t comfortable, she would have said
something. Kate Beckett is not a ‘yes’ girl. But really, it should be her
decision not some stupid bet. Just last month when she got drunk during movie night she
said she wanted to do something like this – she thought it was sexy and
adventurous – really this was their shared fantasy.
He stood from the couch where he’d
been practically shaking with anticipation and uncertainty. “Kate.” He stopped
in the middle of the living room when the bathroom door opened and all the
blood left his brain.
“Sit down, Mister Castle, this won’t
take long.” He didn’t move. His open mouth and stunned but hungry gaze admired
her black pumps, her mile long legs, smooth at a glance; the navy shorts held
her thighs snuggly and the way her matching half-uniform hugged her was
something to be envied. As much as he loved her hair down and flowing, tied
loosely in a bun underneath a policeman's hat was definitely on his list of
favourite looks. It made her look younger - which he'd never tell her because
she constantly sought to be older than she was. He would be telling her how
sexy and beautiful she looked, though; every second of every minute for the
rest of their lives.
“Mister Castle!” Her sharp voice
startles him back to the present. “I asked you to sit down.” Not one to disobey
her – ever – he backed up slowly, barely conscious of when his knees touched the
couch. Her eyes flicked for a moment when he sat down and he saw the familiar
look she got – one of his favourites – when she was rethinking her plan of
attack. She got it a lot when she was in an investigation and although he’d
assured her that he was the only one to notice since it had become his job to
notice, she was still hyper-aware of her twitches and ticks when she was
speaking with a killer.
“On second thought,” she seamlessly
slipped back into her role “I’m going to need you to stand while I search you
for any illegal weapons.” He bit back the remark. He was actually quite
impressed with his restraint when it came to his girlfriend in this outfit.
Rick stood, not daring to hesitate,
and was immediately met with the warm, slender grip of his girlfriend. She
grasped his biceps, massaging out each muscle, traveling down to his chest and
feeling out the toned flesh there. He’d definitely bulked up from the
thinned-out playboy writer she’d met all those years ago but he was still
pliable; for her at least. Her fingers travelled around to his backside,
squeezing them for good measuring and making him jump. Though her hands
travelled a little further down, she always came back to his ass, sweeping
around to his front.
Her eyes never left his.
She squeezed his erection through
his dress pants and unconsciously licked her lips – or it could have been a
conscious decision to make him even more aroused, he wasn’t sure at this point.
“Are you carrying a concealed weapon Mr. Castle?” He would have rolled his eyes
at the line – and so would she for that matter – if they both weren’t so
wrapped up in the fact that she is stroking him roughly, palming and kneading
his flesh until he gripped the arm of the couch for support.
She pulled him out of his pants, her
eyes drawn to the view before her. “You do realize that carrying a concealed
weapon is a criminal offense?”
“I think everyone would feel safer
if I kept it in my pants.” The moment of silence made him want to slap his
forehead. The odd look and the slow head shake from his girlfriend on her knees
in front of him was enough to shut him up.
“I am going to have to arrest you Mr. Castle.” She was on her feet and
heading towards the bedroom before he could blink which wasn’t fast enough for
her because she was back, rolling her eyes and grabbing him at the base.
Jumping at her light squeeze, he followed behind her just as he’d always done
with the added bonus of getting to tilt his head and watch her shake her hips
as she made her way to the bedroom.
He stopped short when she did,
turning on her heels to lean in and bite his earlobe. “This will go a lot
easier if you don’t resist.” They were both convinced that she could recite the
ingredients for a bar of soap and he’d still be turned on so long as she used that
voice; low and slow, vibrating through her entire body. It really was a wonder
how his control was so strong when it came to her – especially when she bent
down to remove his pants and placed a gentle kiss to his head before turning
away from him like he wasn't half naked with his pants around his ankles. He
followed nonetheless as she sauntered ahead and swallowed when she bent at the
waist to pull out something from her drawer.
A pair of handcuffs with rubber
inseams to keep his wrists safe; he swallowed again. She rose up, balancing
them on one finger as she leaned into her hip and smirked "coming, Mr.
Castle?"
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