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Curiosity killed the mood: Incident 1 - [T/M] - Caskett

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(prompt) Castle and Beckett want alone time but their little kids keep interrupting

A/N: Very light smut in the beginning.

"Hey," he nods at her as he draws the bedroom door shut behind him.

Kate is sat up in bed with a book propped on her knees, smiles as he enters, crossing her legs and putting the book to the side, "She go down without a fight?"

"When does she ever?" Castle chuckles, noticing the way she leers at him as he tugs his t-shirt over his head, getting ready for bed.

"Just like her Daddy," she smirks, stretching out her smooth, toned legs and flexing her toes as Castle sweeps his eyes up them appreciatively. "Something catch your eye?"

"Just a particularly delicious Mommy," strolling over to the bed, he climbs onto it and hovers above her leaning to plant a kiss at her shoulder.

Kate smiles, leaning her head back and giving him access to do as he pleases, "Speaking of Mommy-"

"Mmm," between kisses he's laving down her arm and across her collar bone exposed by her tank top.

"She was hoping you might want to step up the kissing. It's been a while," she sighs into his touch, her hands going for his shoulders to smooth and stroke at his skin.

He can't deny the truth in her statement, it had been a while. It's not as though they were slowing down as they racked up the anniversaries, but with early body drops for her and late night writing for him in between sharing parental duties for their 3 year old daughter, they'd seldom found time for themselves. Stolen, odd hours here and there were frequently spent snuggled in bed snoozing, too tired for much more.

In addition, Scarlett was at a particularly needy stage of toddlerhood making time consuming demands of her parents while racing around. Well, she had until she'd been struck by a cold, probably picked up from the play group Rick took her to. Her sleepiness had been a blessing in disguise as it allowed them to rest more and was certainly much better for her own recovery. However, she was now well enough to be tearing around but restricted enough by her snuffliness that she was louder and more frustrated with both herself and them.

In short, it had been a trying fortnight on top of the usual work load. Now it looked like they had finally caught a break and they were going to use it to their advantage.

Rick's fingertips trailed the edge of her pajama shorts and Kate urged him closer so she could get her hands on more of his skin, missing the press of their bodies. When he takes the hint and is situated between her thighs, she is already pushing at his boxers trying to get him naked.

"Eager?" he mumbles against her breast, slow in the way her uncovers and savours her. She huffs and scratches at the plump flesh of his backside, delighting in his tensing and the retaliatory nip of her soft flesh. The shudders that roll through her spur him on, her hips seeking him out, taking her hands off him only to remove her top and bring them closer.

The way she pulls and claws at him clues him in and he enquires, "Ovulating?"

"Mmm," distracted by her exploration of his neck, seeking that tendon she so loves to bite. It doesn't hurt that drives him just the right amount mad.

"That is hotter than it should be." Grunting, he ramps up his efforts, returning the biting and laving and groping with the same fervour.

"You're surprised the thought of getting me pregnant turns you on?" His moment of thought is enough to catch him off guard and she hooks her thigh, pushing his shoulder and rolls them. Tossing her mane of tousled locks over her shoulder and giving him a head stare, "Were you not there for the last pregnancy? I barely made it to work some days..."

"Oh I was there," a growl as he reaches up to cup her breasts, enjoying the way she grinds down, just the fabric of her shorts between them, "I fully intend to replicate the experience."

Back arched into his touch, she reluctantly takes his hands off her only to guide him to her bottoms, encouraging him to undress her.

"Best get to it then, Daddy."

In no time at all they're naked, he's flipped them back and he has one of her legs hooked over his elbow and they grind together. Kate's emitting the most delicious of whines, feeding his pride in how he knows and pleasures his wife. He deftly lines their bodies up, about to join their bodies, finally.

Rick moves within her, when-

SLAM.

They jump, bodies no longer joined but Kate's tensed thighs and Castle's instinct to protect resulting in their tight hold.

"Momma? Noo!"

Their toddler launches at the bed and is tugging on the covers to pull herself up. Launching into action, her parents pull apart, mood instantly killed. The comforter is pulled to Kate's hips as she sits up and shuffles to help Scarlett before she injures herself. Rick has gone to the other side of the bed to quickly pull his boxers back up while seated - a move he perfected early in their relationship thanks to prying family and their over familiarity with Kate.

Scarlett's face is scrunched up, threatening to cry while Kate pulls her to her chest, the soft warmth of her tiny body against her skin reminding Kate of her babyhood. Nights spent skin on skin, feeding and bathing, holding and comforting. They still share the occasional bath time together and with Daddy, but she has a fierce determination, needs them less for function and more to aid her exploration.

Kate's heart is still hammering in her chest from the arousal and the shock, Rick scooches back on the bed to join his ladies - arousal thoroughly dampened. Actually, more like drenched. With icy water.

He's going to put his arms around the pair of them when Scarlett's eyes widen and she pushes at Kate's breast to get away from him. Kate pulls her in closer, shooting a confused look at Rick, soothing the back of her baby's head.

"Shh, what's the matter Lettie? Daddy just wants to give you a hug." She's trying to meet her eyes with difficulty, Scarlett far more occupied with observing her father.

"What's up Butternut?" Rick's brow furrowed, eyes like a puppy dog, seeking his daughters approval once more.

"Bad man."

They sit in silence, the words hanging in the air.

"You have a nightmare huh, babygirl?" Kate reasoning with her, resigning herself to another night with their daughter coming between them. Most likely physically tonight, nightmares were best cured if she slept between her parents.

"Daddy bad."

Rick looks startled, pointing at himself, "Did I do bad?"

Lettie meets her mother's eyes for the first time since entering the room, her tiny hand reaches for her cheek while her other grips just above her mother's breast to balance and keep hold of her. "Cuddles make hurt go 'way. Don't cry Mommy."

Kate takes her hand and helps her daughter coordinate herself so she doesn't poke her eye. Masking her confusion with a smile, "Mommy's not sad, Lett. I'm not gonna cry."

Scarlett rumples her features, looking positively puzzled, with a sweeping gesture she points at her father, "Daddy hurt you."

Kate's slack jawed face meets the mirth in Castle's eyes, she hadn't thought her daughter had seen that much of them in flagrante delicto. Naturally, when confronted with her father pinning her mother into the bed like the bad guys on TV, her three year old brain had imagined the worst. Oh and the sounds. Gosh.

"Butternut, I would never hurt Mommy- or you," he adds quickly.

"I'm not hurt see?" She adds helpfully, looking down at her distressed child, "Mommy's happy. I've got you-" a tight squeeze, "And I love you."

All seems calm for a moment before, sceptical (well, she is a Beckett), Lettie speaks up, "What was Daddy do?"

Ah. Of course. Both had imagined a multitude of ways in which this moment may occur, but they'd pictured their child to be older. At least, old enough to be suitably mortified and never speak upon the incident again.

"We were playing," Castle says simply. Kate looks at him in astonishment, not really sure what to do in this scenario. "Like how we play cops and robbers when Mommy's at work."

This peaks Scarlett's interest. Cops and robbers is a personal favourite of hers, taking pleasure in both imitating what she knows of her mother's job, as well as getting chased by her father.

"Yeah. I was a robber and Daddy caught me- he won!"

Scarlett is now a picture of joy, enthralled by her parents activities. Rick is relieved that Kate went with it. While her actions may speak otherwise, Kate Beckett is rather uncomfortable with allusions of a sexual nature with a familial audience, naturally.

"He certainly did." She catches his eyes roving her bare top half, there's the twinkle in them that always draws her to him, knowing more is yet to come. It's something he can apparently switch on and off in a second, but he has two decades advanced practice in parenting - she guesses it's a control she'll master one day.

"Don't worry Mommy. I catched him." With that she ups and leaves her mother for Castle, prodding his nose as he wraps his arm around her.

"You sure did, Butternut." The broad beam he gives his daughter with love shining in his eyes gives Kate butterflies. Seeing him love so much and so openly, their daughter wrapped in his strong biceps, it stirs the arousal that was extinguished in hurricane-Scarlett. She can't wait to do that again, give him another child and expand their special little family.

There's a certain irony to the way in which their first child has been delaying the conception of her sibling. It's only been four months since they decided to try again. Between their schedules and Scarlett's needs, managing to find time to be alone, let alone make love, hasn't been easy. However, they'd adopted a laissez-faire approach to conception before Lettie came along, so Kate wasn't about to start worrying if they missed ovulation.

Looking at how her daughter is scrunching up Castle's face with her pudgy hands and how he is pulling ridiculous faces back, she is more than happy to enjoy their life as it unfolds rather than stress over what could be; what she hopes will be.

Whatever its size, her happy family is perfect.

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silentshipsecret-blog · 11 years ago

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RE: Aching for relief Is there an award for best use of the phrase "her throbbing heat" in fanfic? 'Cos you would totally win it.

Haha, thank you! So glad you read and got in touch. I did enjoy writing that phrase.

How many times do you read that? Hundreds.

How many times is it so suited?

I think I found it’s definition.

#ask #anon

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Aching for relief - [M] - Caskett

Prompt from castlefanficprompts: Set in Always, Beckett has a latex allergy which slips her mind and when he uses a condom she has a reaction and has to get them to stop and tell him. They spend the night tending to her inflamed loins (not with passion) [x]

It's sweet relief, the clash of their lips and teeth and tongues. Anger, frustration, love and lust pouring into each other as their hands claw and grope.

Somehow, they're not sure when, they made it through the office and are on the precipice of the bedroom. At this point their eyes meet, unspoken questions before, of course they continue, hands pulling at clothes.

In no time at all, they're down their underwear, Kate's bra lost when he spun her onto the bed. Castle is nestled between her thighs, hands on her breasts with such reverence she starts to wonder if he's going to sleep with her or worship her. Realising there may be little difference when it comes to the two of them, he hands wander for another feel of that delicious backside, slender fingers pushing on his boxers.

Castle laves at her collar bones while his thumbs caress her nipples, senses overwhelmed by her; silken thighs holding him close, supple skin beneath him, deft hands working down his boxers about to expose him for the first time. A stillness breaks out across the room as Castle sits back on his heels, lowering his boxers for her as Kate props herself up on her elbows to observe with baited breath from beneath her heavy lashes. His erection springs free and her eyes widen a little but she reigns herself in - he noticed though and whether this is her backing out or just taking him in, he's not risking it.

Wondering if they should continue, Rick hesitates. Kate has other plans as she reaches for him, needing him to know they're okay, she's ready for this to unfold. She takes his hands in hers, giving an almost imperceptible squeeze before placing them on her hips and catching the lace of her underwear with his thumbs. It's settled, this is happening, Castle's breathe stutters as she raises her hips and helps him to uncover her.

The stillness becomes frenetic as they savour the moment, both so close and exposed, chests heaving before they collide. Coming up off the bed, Kate meets Rick halfway arms wrapping around each other in a cocoon. Their mouths meet and any pretence of tenderness goes out the window as she nibbles on his bottom lip drawing out a moan. One hand skates down between her thighs and he moans again as his fingers skitter across the hot, wet flesh. Kate goes slack jawed at finally being touched, finally feeling Castle against her so intimately.

Spurred on by the contact, her own hand seeks him out and is met with a gasp to her ear as she grasps the thick, velvet hardness of his cock. It's too much to bare, everything almost but not quite there and she whines, "Please, Rick."

He's slightly taken aback that Kate Beckett just begged him, breathlessly uttering his name with her hand on his- oh god. They're finally doing this. A firm kiss to her lips and he reaches for the bedside draw, pulling out a foil packet as best he can while Kate learns the intimacies of his skin by touch.

Taking her hand from him, Castle meets her eyes, swallowing thickly, "You're sure?"

Kate licks her parted lips, hips seeking his, "Please."

He's entirely helpless, in that second committing the rest of his breaths to earning that syllable. Now he knows with certainty that they both want this, he wastes no time rolling on the condom and running his hands down the outside of her thighs. They fall open inviting him in fully, hands taking hold of her hips and closing the gap between them as he rubs against her.

Guttural moans roll around the bedroom, eyes locking as Kate's hand takes hold of him and guides his tip to her opening. Breath held in anticipation, his slow entry forces the air from her lungs. From the moment she'd laid eyes on him she knew he was going to be a challenge but the gentle stretch, inch by inch as Castle allows her to slowly adjust burns with a sweet pleasure-pain.

After a few delicate half thrusts he is fully buried within her pulsating walls. There is not a chance in hell that Rick is going to surrender to his own exquisite pleasure enough to close his eyes for a second; he's going to savour every second of this. Kate's nails are digging into his biceps, eyes half open, lips parted with ragged breath and a primal involuntary whine emitting from her upon his every movement.

Pulling nearly all the way out, he begins a slow thrust back in, and Kate hisses with the burning stretch, still getting used to him. A steady pace is struck between the pair, long and deep strokes of Castle's hips against Kate's meeting his with a tiny rocking motion. Things are going to be over all too soon for Castle, years of sensation pouring out in fantasy turned reality.

It's then that she realises the pleasurably painful stretch Castle is providing has all but dissipated while the burning continues, if anything intensifying with each torturous stroke. What was deeply erotic has suddenly become intensely uncomfortable.

Nails digging harder into his biceps, Kate squirms a little still wrought with varying sensation and emotion - he's interpreting it as pleasure. She manages to grunt out the unthinkable, "Ah- stop. Castle."

His heart sinks. Hips stopping as immediately as he processes the words. She's changed her mind. She wants to forget this ever happened. This mistake. He tries to convey what he hopes is understanding in his eyes before puling out but her heels dig into his backside, encouraging his stillness. Tight grip still held on him, Kate breathes slow and deep, biting her lip while not meeting his eye.

Something is going on. He's missed something.

"Kate?"

She sighs and squeezes her eyes tight shut, whispering roughly, "Did you use a condom?"

"Yeah, don't worry. We're okay-" he brings a hand to her face tenderly trying to reconnect with her.

"No- I- you need to move," her whole body is tense, legs still gripping, "Slowly."

Now he's entirely lost, no clue whether she's changed her mind, god forbid he's hurt her. Whatever it is she certainly isn't in the moment with him any more. Kate appears to struggle, brow still furrowed before she lets out a deep breath and speaks at last.

"Allergic to," she swallows, torn between her own annoyance and the painful sensation, tonight was meant to fix them, be the start of them, "Allergic to latex."

Castle immediately stiffens and looks down where they're joined before meeting her eyes, she looks shy and uncomfortable. He will do anything in his power to never see her so out of her stride again.

"I didn't know, fuck. I'm sorry!" She shakes her head at him, breathing still measured.

"Just, slowly," he pulls out a little, "God! So slowly- yeah, that."

Her thighs tremble a little as they drop to his sides, opening herself up to allow his exit. The slow slide now feels like a raw burn and she doesn't realise she's closed her eyes until she feels his hands taking hers off his arms. Shit, she really was gripping him.

"Sorr-"

"Don't you dare." His voice thick with earnest, one of his hands tenderly holds hers while he manoeuvres himself from within her and finally lies at her side.

For the first time in his life, Rick is entirely unsure what to do now. He's had his fair share of bedroom disasters in his time, but as a guy with a sizeable sense of humour they've been laughed off easily and his partners put at ease immediately. This, this is all new. This is Kate Beckett, it was meant to be perfection. They were going to be magnificent in all meanings of the word. Somehow, laughing this off isn't quite right. Not when he's gone and introduced something she's allergic to, into the most intimate and delicate areas of her body.

Kate's breathing is remarkably even beside him; she's measuring it. It's too late to save her any pain and he knows it. Her thighs are still parted wide, one of her hands rests on her chest the other her stomach as if to ground herself. Oh Kate.

"What can I do?" He enquires turning to face her, "I swear if I knew, God, Kate, I never would have. We didn't even have to. Four years and I couldn't wait another day- stupid."

Her hand leaves her chest and the back of it lands on him, effectively silencing him. "Don't. It's my fault. I was too caught up to think. Probably to even remember to use one. You saved us a bigger mess there, huh?"

That's new, Kate trying to bring levity to a situation. She must be deflecting he thinks. From his perspective alone this is awkward for her, that's discounting any pain she's currently in.

"Are you, I don't know, do you need medication or something?" She's very still beside him with the rise and fall of her chest, feet still planted on the bed with thighs parted. He's fairly sure that this kind of vulnerability and exposure is not one she'd offer so willingly with their first sexual encounter if she had a choice, which means she really must be in pain. What has he done?

"No, it's not threatening. I just, hmm," she considers, trying to reign in the awkwardness she feels, "Could I use your bathroom?"

"Of course. Anything you need."

Kate starts pushing up from the bed, diligently keeping her legs from touching which does nothing to quell Castle's unease. Shifting across the bed she sits to get up and sucks in a breath, immediately removing herself from contact with the sheets. A blush stains her cheeks furiously as she hangs her head, "I can't believe this is happening. Could you just avert your gaze."

A please might have been lamely tacked onto the end of that but he's busy noisily rustling the sheets as he physically turns his whole body to face the corner of the room nearest the bed. The least he can do is afford her some dignity as she hobbles to the bathroom.

A murmurs of thanks and the closure of the bathroom door are the only sounds he hears before realising just how quiet the night is. As much as he wants to help, he's feeling lucky beyond belief that they've made it this far. If there is one thing Rick Castle knows it is Kate Beckett, even without prior experience in this arena he is well aware that it is far too soon to offer intimate care.

But he would.

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Ten minutes later, Kate has still not emerged and he's pulled on some boxers. Trying not to pry is fruitless when it's just the two of them, on the precipice of something wonderful in a silent loft.

He hears every intake of breath and running of the tap. Rick knew he was in deep but he didn't realise how much until it struck him how readily he'd walk in there and tend to every inch of her skin without so much a predatory or pleasure seeking urge.

On the other side of the door, Kate finds herself running out of options. She's tried cold water on toilet paper but it's all too soggy and fleeting with its comfort. She tried guiding the shower head to her tender and inflamed flesh but the water felt abrasive to the point of pain.

Naked in the dead of night, stared down by a Boba Fett in Richard Castle's bathroom. Not a position she really thought she'd find herself in. Okay, maybe she had. Minus the Boba Fett. But certainly not with a latex reaction burning it's way through her... well her everything. A hot and throbbing pain burned uncomfortably internally, externally and low in her pelvis. She didn't have to touch herself (couldn't think of anything worse) to know that she was swelling, at least it was a local reaction, that was something right? Well, fuck.

Gentle knocking at the door reminds her of Castle's presence. There is no quick fix, it's something she'll have to wait out and ease the discomfort until it does. She's going to have to face him and they can't pretend this isn't happening - well, if they can manage this on their first night, maybe they do stand a chance.

"Kate," he sounds concerned, "How are you doing? You've been a while."

A groan emits unbidden from her lips, "Castle." It's a wish and an apology.

"I'm coming in, okay." Not that she has chance to object, she's glad for that because she needs him to help her work out how to get them past this awkward moment that was meant to be their first time.

She’s bent over with her elbows on the sink holding her face in shame, such contrast to her how legs are parted and displaying everything she has under the harsh bathroom light but she simply cannot stand the heat or pressure of closing them. Her back jerks at the touch of his hand but she settles as he smoothes it across her spine. Tingles rupture from his touch and she wishes she could act on that.

“I’m reall-”

“Don’t. We’re down the rabbit hole now.” He’s surprised by how accepting and deprecating her words are, this Kate that has come to him, bared herself to him doesn’t cut or bite.

“Okay, so. Let me help.” Before the inevitable protest arrives he intercepts, “You’re having an allergic reaction, that’s not going away anytime soon and neither am I. You’re only other option is to grab your clothes and run and from the looks of it you can’t stand straight. So let me help.”

His hand soothes down her spine and he places a kiss at the nape of her neck, something he’s been tempted by so many times while placing her coffee on the desk. Now that he can, he may never stop.

“I don’t know what to do, Castle.” He feels her relax a little, starting to share the weight and unload.

“What do you normally do?”

She snorts, “Use latex free?”

“Which has been duly noted, top of my shopping list and will never happen again.”

Her breath stutters, “There’s an again?”

“Well,” he shrugs, “Provided I haven’t permanently incapacitated you. Don’t you think there will be?”

“Yes.” Startled by her own admission, Kate drops her hands and straightens up a little placing her hands by the basin.

“So, what do you normally do-” their eyes catch in the mirror.

“Ah, it hasn’t. I mean, it started in the academy with gloves. I assumed whatever reaction my hands had wasn’t worth risking elsewhere on my person and have just always made sure to have latex-free.” He nods, still feeling apologetic.

“Well, if you have a reaction on your skin, what do you do?”

She breathes out slowly, “Put a cold compress on it and take some advil or motrin for the swelling.” Her last word trails off on his hiss.

“Swelling? How do you react?”

She wants the ground to swallow her up now. With his hand providing comforting pressure on her lower back and a puppy dog look in his blue eyes the answers are drawn from her.

“Where ever has, come into contact,” tactfully choosing her words, “Usually gets red and swollen, kinda irritated.”

“Ouch. Okay, I have cold compresses and painkillers. Unless you think a bath would be better…” he suggests hopefully, slight squeeze to her hip. The contact is already as natural as breathing.

“I, umm, tried but, the water’s,” she rolled her eyes at the ridiculousness, “The water feels too harsh.”

“Right, it’s settled. You’re coming back to bed and I’ll fetch the supplies.” Her shoulders dropping is not a move that he misses, “Besides, I’ve saved you naked from your burning bathtub, this is nothing Beckett. By tomorrow it’s just another one of our stories.”

A small chuckle slips from her lips and she finally stands upright, as well as she can while preventing her thighs touching the irritated skin between them. Kate has no idea how she’s going to travel to the bed without dying of shame when Castle, once more, saves her.

“Do you want a hand or shall I just go fetch-” her head shake was immediate, so with a smile of understanding her presses a kiss to her forehead, leaving for the kitchen.

The warmth and love she immediately feels from the simple but loving gesture of his lips against her forehead is equally relaxing and arousing as she is reminded of just how new, yet old, this dance of theirs is.

By the time Castle comes back with a tray in his hands, she’s reclined on the bed, propping herself a little on the pillow. She’d felt a little exposed in her vulnerable state with her new lover in a long time partners body so had stolen a t-shirt she found on her way back, it’s far too big for her but it smells of Castle and offers her some modesty. The man himself is placing a tray on the bed as he comes to sit beside her. It’s stocked with a compress, painkillers, a glass of water, hot chocolate and toast.

“Castle, you shouldn’t have.” He waves her off.

“It’s the least I can do for an… impromptu house guest,” his eyes meet hers suggestively, they’re not going to dwell on semantics tonight, “It’s late, you were soaked to the skin and then I did this.” Gesturing towards where her thighs are parted and precariously covered by the hem of his shirt, “Help yourself, though I see you already did-” plucking at the faded grey shirt of his she wears, eyes shining at her with a smirk, “Looks far better on you.”

There’s a flush to her cheeks as her heart races with something she’s not prepared to put a name to yet, but knows she will soon. She merely whispers, “Thank you.”

He nods in ascension, gentle smile still prying at his lips as he wraps a towel around the compress and extends his arm towards her midsection with it, unsure, she’s about to take it from him when he decides to proceed with caution anyway. Kate holds her breath, the enormity of the situation pressing onto her chest, that he’s tending to her so intimately, that and the uncertainty of how much it might hurt when he makes contact with her skin. With the gentlest of touches, Castle delicately peels back the edge of her borrowed shirt and carefully presses the towel-clad to her inflamed skin.

Kate hisses and bites her lip with closed eyes to control her reactions. The cool pressure at her opening is relieving with an edge of a sting, she’s more than willing to put up with that for the way it’s calming her throbbing heat.

“That okay?” His eyes had never left her face, wanting to watch her reaction lest he do something wrong and afford her some dignity until she was fully settled with him.

“Mmm.”

Though she was still somewhat edgy, nervous about this vulnerability and exposure especially so immediately into this new chapter of their relationship, Castle felt a sense of pride for himself and for her, where they’d got to. Tonight was best kept light, not one to spill endless depth of emotion and to relive old traumas. With that he nudged her in the side, prompting her to open her eyes.

“I do hope I didn’t make this for nothing,” teasing to his tone as he hands her the hot drink, waiting as she jiffles herself against the pillows and adjusts the compress so she can drink.

“Well, I’d hate to be rude,” snuggling the mug between two hands and shooting that smirk that had occupied so many of his thoughts on lonely nights. Castle moves himself to sit beside her middle, enjoying his own drink and his heart doing a happy little dance with how she relaxes into his care, reaching for a slice of toast. It causes her to lean over far enough that the compress strokes against her and she pauses with a frown.

As usual, Castle misses nothing, taking some toast and putting it in her hand, a concerned look surreptitiously drops to the source of the pain. She accepts it gladly and they spend a few minutes chewing toast and sipping drinks in silence.

Once she’s done with the toast, Kate goes for the painkillers, giving Castle a grateful look when he grabs them and hands them to her before a similar incident occurs again. When they’re both done with their drinks and Kate is settling happily into the plush pillows behind her, he takes their cups and puts them on the tray, removing everything from the bed. This time he returns to kneel beside her, concerned look on his face.

“How is it? Is it more comfortable? I know you won’t feel great but, still. I picked the softest towel I have for the compress-” he’s talking on a continuous rush of air and she stops him with a moan.

“Mmm,” when she speaks again it’s less convincing however, “Very soft, I’m just very sensitive.”

“Duly noted,” he counters, diffusing any tension as she rolls her eyes at him, “Is it not a bit cold?”

“A bit,” she chews on her lip, debating something in her head and he takes her hand, running his thumb over the back of her knuckles. It brings more relief than any compress or painkiller ever could.

“Let me get rid of it for a while,” she tenses at his words, “I’ll keep it nearby, but I don’t want to add peneumonia to your maladies tonight.”

“I don’t think your bits can get pneumonia.”

“Bits? Did Kate Beckett just refer to her own genitalia as ‘bits’?”

“Did Richard Castle just use the word ‘genitalia’ while trying to get his hands on mine?”

It’s so very them, their banter translates well - hell if they can pull through bombs and bullets, of course they can manage this. In the light of the moment he carefully removes the compress, taking care not to brush her and leans slightly, with curiosity, alarmed at how red and puffy she looks. He reminds himself that he still doesn’t really know what she looks like normally, so he just hopes that this isn’t too bad. He can’t help but think it might be.

Kate tugs at his arm while he hesitates with his eyes on her aforementioned ‘bits’.

“Don’t,” she huffs, “This isn’t how I imagined you’d first see me.”

“Hey,” he drops the compress and scoots to lay out beside her, pulling her onto his side and wrapping his arms around her, heart soaring when she lets him, draping her arm across his middle, “We’ve got plenty of time to be seeing each other. Besides, I’m just happy that you’d imagine I would see you naked. Even happier with your use of the word ‘first’, he pauses, her fingers doodling across his abs, “It suggests a sequel.”

The snort of laughter she releases flutters across his chest on a breath, “You should be so lucky.”

“I think I might,” he edges, feeling the tension seep out of her body, breathing slowing.

“Yeah, you might.”

There’s no might about it. Rick Castle is the luckiest man in the world tonight, with Kate Beckett in his t-shirt and his arms. So all did not go as planned and he’ll apologise profusely and show her just how good they can be tomorrow.

For tonight they’re together and that’s enough.

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Every woman experiences hot flashes during her pregnancy at least once. Except things are a bit different for Kate; she's been experiencing them quite frequently and everyone at the loft is dealing with the repercussions. (I just have this image of kb walking out in nothing but a pair of shorts and an undersized tank top and rc walking out in a hoodie (with a long sleeved t-shirt underneath) and heavy pajama pants and socks bc she won't let him turn the heat on

Two months, he thinks, has never seemed longer than it does right now. It is November in New York City and winter has truly arrived, frosty mornings and dark evenings arriving in the middle of the afternoon. Since his student days he has found that of the many luxuries his wealth affords him, it is that of unlimited heating whenever he wants that he enjoys the most. Yet here he is in fleece pajama bottoms, a long sleeved shirt he’s glad he didn’t throw out and a sweatshirt, pondering if the early arrival of their first child would be that bad. Just another two months, Rick.

All in all it leaves little to the imagination (not that Rick has to imagine), the sheen of perspiration across her chest and brow with the flushed colour of her cheeks - he knows precisely how he wants to warm up.

"Not getting any cooler, huh?" he enquires with a gentle tone. This is the 18th hour of her latest hot flash and he knows she’s reaching the end of her tether with the discomfort.

Kate’s brow raise, mid-gulp of her chilled refreshment and rolls her eyes. Swallowing, she rubs her hand across the exposed portion of her belly before leaning back against the fridge and sighing, eyes fluttering shut at contact with the cool metal.

"Time was that I’d have to be pressing you to the fridge to get that look from you," he licks his lips, she does look gorgeous all flushed and heavy with his child, nipples puckering against the overstretched top she wears.

"And look where it got me." Glancing down to her stomach before appraising Castle’s attire, Kate sighs, this time with discontent, "I’m almost sorry, you look cold babe."

"Almost?" he enquires with a glint in his eye making his way towards the kitchen.

Peeling herself from the appliance, Kate meets him halfway by the breakfast bar. With her arms wrapping behind his neck she drops a kiss to his lips having to fully extend on tip toe to reach around the bump, he affirms, ”Almost.”

Castle’s brow raises, his hands smoothing down her sides taking in the heat of her skin and feeling sympathetic.

"You did knock me up after all. It’s kinda your penance."

There it is, the humour that she has lost much of through heat induced moods. A smirks playing across her lips as she meets his eyes through feathery lashes and another swig on her bottle. It makes her tilt her head back, exposing his neck and he can’t resist, quickly planting a kiss there and noting how warm she feels beneath his lips too, the slight tang of salt left lingering.

"If I do recall, you were a more than willing participant at the time," smugness colouring his tone once more, before meeting her eyes - she doesn’t look impressed - and she feels more like it’s mid-July, "But I am sorry that you’re in this situation," a hand tightens on her waist, where it used to curl around her but now lies flat beside their growing child, "If there’s anything I can do Kate, you know I will."

"Turn up the A-"

"I’m afraid I’ll get hypothermia if I turn up the AC, not to mention my mother."

"But she’s not here right now," Kate whines, feeling fully pathetic but more than ready to regulate her own temperature once more.

A idea flickers into Castle’s head, hoping late night internet research would pay off just one of these times. Pulling her a little closer so her belly brushes his lower torso, “Which I would say gives us the perfect opportunity for a bath, hmm?”

She can’t think of anything worse, “Absolutely not.” Pushing away from him she begins heading back to the bedroom where she was sprawled across the bed, “Castle I might pass out of I have to smother in warm water with you touching me.”

He scrunches his face a little at the insult, trailing behind her belatedly like a puppy, “Hey!”

"Sorry, just, I cannot put up with any additional… heat sources, right now." She turns to face him as she sits on the edge of the bed, placing down her water.

He nods in understanding carefully considering before he elaborates. Lingering in the doorway Rick watches as Kate picks at her top, pinging the overworked fabric against her skin in an attempt to get so draft.

"Except, I could run you a nice temperate bath, nothing hot, just the perfect temperature for your body and you can lay there as long as it takes for you to self-regulate again." That garners a look from her. He knows that look. It’s the look her gets when he suggests something in bed that she wants to try but wants to make him squirm a bit first.

"Isn’t that just tempting hypothermia for the baby, submerging my bump in cold water?" Her hands have begun stroking her bump in a much loved subconscious tick she has developed on late. Oh Kate.

This time he can help, he has the answers and he thanks the lord that Google exists and his persistence with researching every single little bit of information has finally paid off.

"You’re in luck," he moves towards her, "You married yourself a millionaire-" the look, he’s getting the look now, “Which means those deluxe bath controls you once derided will come in handy at maintaining a delightful 37 degrees for as long as it takes you to do the same.”

Kate’s a little sceptical but he can tell he’s onto a winner as she starts getting herself to the edge of the bed to get up. Before he can move to offer his hand she’s up and peeling the skin tight tank top over her head.

She shoots him a determined look, with her hair falling everywhere while the vest hits the floor, “I knew the gold digging would pay off,” a bright smile, the first he’s seen in days, “Get the bath running then!”

Castle hops to it, happy that he may finally have a solution for his wife’s discomfort, at least having given her some hope. As he crosses into the bathroom, he swears he hears the breathless addition of the words, “Sugar daddy.”

He’s so onto a winner.

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