This whole functioning in society is just not working for me guys. I'm serious; I'm not doing so well and I feel like you guys are really suffering for it. I feel like it's been so long so we spoke. How are you?
Here's some smut to make up for it.
Okay so it's unedited smut but please me gentle. This week - this month - is insane and all I can ask for is your patience in the coming days. We're almost back to your regularly scheduled programming, I swear.
JuNoWriMo is right around the corner and I'm frantically trying to plot this story that I really want to tell you. It keeps getting darker as I go along but it's still good and I'm still excited to write. I just need to get through this month.
Now without further a do-do let's read some Undercover Lovers.
...I'm so sorry.
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“Alright folks if you’ll just follow me out of
the library we’ll continue with our tour down the hallway and into the
kitchen.” A crowd of six or seven couples all piled out of the spacious
floor-to-ceiling shelved room of books that the realtor promised would stay
with the house. All except one couple.
Rick pulled Kate aside as they shuffled through the crowd leaning in
so his hot breath in her ear sent shivers down her spine. "Do you have any
idea how long I've been thinking about taking you up against one of these
bookshelves?" He bit her earlobe, pulling her hip sharply against his.
She gasped of her own volition, melting against the wall while she
rolled her hips slowly over his. "Since we stepped in the room."
"Since we stepped in the room" he confirmed, rewarding her
with a nibble down her neck, leaving her pawing at the back of his head,
begging him to be nearer. “The idea of taking you in a room full of books,
everyone watching…” her eyes shot open as he reached her collarbone just to
check that his description was metaphorical. “So hot.”
No more talking, she
decided, pulling up to capture his tongue with her own. She cupped his back,
pulling and gripping all the flesh she could capture and only succeeding in
bunching his dress shirt in a desperate need for more.
“Keep up Mr. and Mrs. Marlowe” They flew apart just as the realtor
stepped through the door frame. Rick was looking around, his hands in his
pockets while his girlfriend was reduced to leaning against the bookshelf,
staring off into space. They prayed she didn’t notice their heavy breathing or
that fact that his shirt was untucked and bunched at his lower back exposing
all that delicious flesh Kate was trying so hard not to think about.
They both looked up expectantly, startling the woman with their
syncronicity. “Yes just a second.” Kate smiled while the woman stood in the doorway,
waiting for them. Couldn’t she just wait outside? Trying not to glare at her, Kate
reached for her boyfriend’s hand and dragged him out of the library with
surprising aggression.
While she dragged him into the kitchen, Rick leaned into her ear. “I
thought we were going to”
“Later.” She needed to focus first. His breathing was distracting
her enough not mention the feel of their palms squeezing and tugging and
playing out all the things she wanted their bodies to be doing. Curse that man.
He went along with it, let her lead as they rejoined the group,
staying to the back. While the evil woman in the front went on to describe the
cabinets and newly installed countertops, Kate kneaded the flesh of his wrist, keeping
her eyes forward while she scratched at his skin, playing out her darkest
fantasies. He just stared at her. “Kate”
The woman in front of them turned around to shush them but was
silenced by a glare from Kate, turning back to her husband who had zoned out
somewhere between ‘welcome’ and ‘follow me’. Rick couldn’t blame him. The
realtor was a crotchety old woman maybe in her thirties who looked more like a
flight attendant than a business woman. But, oh, did she love the sound of her
own voice. It was amazing she even noticed the patrons she was showing the
house to with all the noise she was making. One simple question and she was off
on a tangent about the history or stoves. “Why are we doing this again?” He
mumbled as they continued into the next room for their tour.
Kate shoved him against the doorframe as they passed through,
pressing her tight body against his with her wandering eyes. “Because you
wanted to start looking at houses ‘just for fun’.” Well Mister Castle, she bit her tongue as she sauntered into the
other room, we’re going to have lots of
fun.
The next room was the dining room, spacious and warm with thick
curtains for ambiance on those romantic evenings. Lining one wall was a row of mahogany
china cabinets, empty but full of potential. Above them hung a crystal chandelier,
but all Kate could see was the table. Wide and thick, with sturdy legs that
looked like they could stand a lot of pressure. With a wet, open mouth, she
leaned over and told her boyfriend just that. All about what she imagined would
happen if no one else were in the room and he were having her for dinner,
spread across the table, open and hungry for just him. How loud she always
screams when he uses just his fingers. Those thick, rough fingers that spent so
many hours writing out his fantasies of her while she pretended not to want him
so badly it hurt. God how she loved those fingers.
Rick hadn’t taken his eyes off the table in ten minutes but other
parts of his anatomy had grown tighter, shaking with the effort not to play out
her scenario. His fists were clenched so tightly they were white. Somewhere in
their haze of lust, the realtor motioned for the group to follow them up the
stairs to the bedroom. The couple groaned.
He bided his time, waiting until the room was cleared and she swiped
her hand over his ass as she passed between him and the table. Then he struck.
Kate gasped as her lower back met the top of the table and she was trapped
underneath a very angry, turned on Rick. “You little minx.” He growled,
pressing his hips sharply against hers.
She hissed, her hands moving off the table behind her to creep up
his thigh. “I’m only a minx if I don’t plan to follow through.” She squeezed
him through his pants, and he jumped, pushing her flesh further into the table.
She was going to have a bruise there if he pushed any harder. If only she could
get his pants off. With a practiced flick of her thumb she released the button
and tugged the zipper torturously slow down to its rightful place. His hands
fell from her arms down to hem of her shirt, his patience not nearly as strong
as hers.
Her shirt was untucked and the bottom three buttons were undone in
the same amount of time. It was so easy to slip a hand across her stomach, her
muscles rippling and aching for him, his mouth fusing to hers as his fingertips
reached her breast. He groaned when he was met with bare skin; burning and
pliable, so easy to squeeze and pinch and tug until her knee melted between his
and she was unconsciously rubbing him while she dipped a hand beneath the
waistband of his underwear. Her tongue scrapped the roof of his mouth and he
dipped her lower, breathing in her hot, wet moans. She was rubbing faster,
tugging faster, rocking against him in a sporadic rhythm. Just a moment more
and he’d be free.
“Are you coming?” From the corner, flight attendant Barbie couldn’t
see where their hands were but she certainly made a point of interrupting them at
the most convenient of times.
Kate collapsed until Rick’s shoulder, responding with a weak but
audible “uh huh” which satisfied the she-devil enough that she left them in
peace.
“So close.” He sent a shiver down her spine, liquid fire down her
burning body. Again, all she could muster was a shaky “uh huh” before she
pulled away, her eyes still glazed over and black with lust. “Let’s go before
she comes back.” He didn’t back away – he barely had the will to speak – but brushed
her hand as he reached for his zipper to make himself at least presentable.
He looked up when she snatched his hands away and squeezed them
tightly. “Leave it.”
“But”
“I said” she nipped at his bottom lip, tugging his dress shirt down “leave
it.” She was across the room before his senses returned and he held his dress
shirt over his open zipper and now rather obvious erection. The things he did
for her.
“Now if you’ll follow me up the stairs to the bedrooms we’ll
continue our tour.” They’d missed the lecture on hallways? Bummer. Oh well;
there wasn’t much to see anyways. It was long and narrow, tight enough for one
person to pass while the other pressed them into the flower-y wallpaper knocking
a cute picture of a dog off balance.
“Mister Castle,” her voice was off-putting-ly professional. Made him
jump back to his boarding school days with pencil skirts and tight white
blouses. So hot. “are you aware that your zipper is undone?”
“Yeah but”
He sucked in his last breath. “Let me get that for you.” Her kiss
was hard, all teeth and tongue, no space between them except her hand reaching
through his open pants to finally, finally
grasp him. The jolt of arousal brought him back to his senses…well mostly.
He pushed her away, holding her hands as she’d done to him just
moments ago. “Too messy.” He explained when she pursed her lips. “You however.”
How did she find her back to the opposite wall so quickly, all she knew was
that his body was hot, melting her skin and fusing it in place. “You, Kate
Beckett, are going to tell everyone just how wet you are.”
Her jaw hinged open. He’d never been one for public play. And never
so dominating. That voice; rough, layered with darkness and unbridled awareness
that she was going to obey his every command. “You want me to”
She gasped when he pressed her further into the wall, his hand
finding the seam of her pants that rubbed her right there. She rolled her hips,
grinding against his hand, her eyes locked with his cocky black oceans. “Everywhere
you go they’re going to see it. So wet.” He thrust his hips against hers,
bringing his teeth down on her earlobe, his hand finding refuge through the
seam of her underwear. “So fucking wet though your pants so everywhere you go
everyone knows just how wet Kate Beckett is knowing that at any moment” he
rubbed faster and faster, holding her up with a knee between her parted legs
while she trembled “anyone could come through this hallway and see you fall
apart in my hands.”
It was so hard to glare at him with stars in her eyes, her hands up
her shirt and massaging the aching nipples that he refused to acknowledge. She
didn’t even have to work for the orgasm that shook her body, opening her mouth
seeking the first thing she could sink her teeth into. He hissed when she
huffed into his shoulder, no doubt leaving a bruise and a wet mark while she
couldn’t supressed the moans and groans that flew from her mouth.
“Mrs. Marlowe, are you feeling well?” Kate bit deeper into her
boyfriend’s shirt expressing the expletives that she wanted to tumble from her
mouth. How she loathed this woman.
“Yes,” Rick no doubt had that plastered on smirk; how charmed the
devil-woman must feel. “I’m afraid she’s not feeling well.” Yeah right. “I
think I’ll just take her home and put her to bed.” She definitely just chocked
on her own saliva. Was his hand still moving? In her pants; while the realtor
was watching? She shuddered.
“Oh alright.” Yeah, I’ll bet
you’re disappointed you little that was definitely his finger on her clit.
That man was going to pay so dearly when they got home. As soon as they got him
in fact. He wouldn’t even have time to take his shoes off before she would
torture him to the point of pleasure. They needed to get out of here first.
Yes.
“well,” her head popped up from his shoulder, startling her
boyfriend, who’s hand wisely jumped out of her pants “I think that’s our cue to
leave. Thank you for showing us the house. It’s very lovely.” She didn’t look
back as she grabbed Rick’s other hand
and dragged him toward the front door. “I especially liked the library.” She
called only to find him right behind her, to whisper in her ear.
“And the kitchen.”
“And the dining room.”
“And the study.”
She stopped on the front steps “we never made it to the study.”
She wanted to smack that ridiculously smug look off his face. Or was
it kiss? “Oh I thought we were just naming all the rooms I was going to make
you scream in.”
Her glare was dampened by the trail of lust she left in her wake “oh
trust me Rick, I’m not the one who’ll be screaming tonight.” She latched on to
his neck and licked the salted skin with a long lick, visible to anyone on the
street. “I could get arrested for what you just made me do.”
“Wha-what about what you’re doing now?”
The little minx was down the stairs and already heading for the car
as she tossed over her shoulder “and what am I doing?”
He had so many answers for her but they were swallowed up in the possibility
that the cleaning lady might still be in the apartment and she needed to be out
of there. Now.
There were some very dirty things he needed to do to Kate Beckett as soon as they got home. She wouldn’t even have time to get her shoes off.
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