Still Here – Chapter 33
"How about Hailey?"
"Huh?" Castle grunted, not bothering to turn his head.
"Castle!" Kate hissed out, narrowing her eyes, growing a little annoyed with him. After all, she was trying to have a discussion about names for their unborn children, the least he could do was pretend he was paying attention.
He blinked and looked up from his laptop, smiling shyly in apology. "Sorry, fruit," he gave her his best puppy dog eyes. She tilted her head, unsure yet what she felt of this new endearment that he'd begun using. First time he used it was three days ago, on their wedding night. And at that time it had been used in jest. But, still, she kind of liked it. It was better than some of the other 'endearments' she'd heard over the years from previous lovers. "Can… um… you repeat the question?"
Castle frowned, confused. "What about Hailey?" he asked. She opened her mouth to respond, but he interrupted her. "Oh! Wait… finally up for a threesome? After all, I did say I've had dreams of you joining in—Ow!"
Kate struck fast and quick, her fist already pulling away as she leaned back in her lounge chair, shaking her head at him.
"What was that for?" he pouted, rubbing his shoulder where she had punched him, sulking like a little boy.
"Being an idiot."
"Ah, but you're the one who married the idiot," he crooned, giving her a charming smirk, and then grimaced, realizing he'd just called himself an idiot in the process of trying to make a witty comeback.
"Don't make me rethink my decision," Kate teased back, flicking her tongue between her teeth as she grinned back at him, triumphant. "Seriously, though, what about Hailey?"
"For a name?"
Castle shifted in his lounge chair to fully face her. They were relaxing out by the pool, soaking up some sun and taking a breather from all the hot sex they'd been having. They'd spent most of the first two days of their honeymoon in the bedroom, only getting up to eat and use the restrooms. On the first morning, Kate could hardly walk, so Castle gave her breakfast in bed. Afterwards, he feasted on her. But now, they were outside, simply enjoying being in each other's company and regaining the strength to continue where they had left off. Presently, nestled against Kate's chest was a book of baby names. She'd been flipping through it while Castle worked on the finishing touches of Heat Rises before he sent it off to Gina for final editing.
"Are we just thinking of girl names right now?" he asked.
Kate shrugged, adjusting the book in her hands. "Not necessarily," she shrugged. "Just names in general."
"Hailey Castle," he sounded the name out. "Hailey Katherine Castle?"
"God no," she said, shifting up a little higher in her chair.
"Well, for boy names, I… um… I've always been partial to Jackson," he said sheepishly. Was he blushing?
"Jackson? Why?" she quirked up an eyebrow, intrigued.
"Um… no reason, just… er… thought Jackson Castle would sound cool, is all," he mumbled, leaning back and averting his gaze.
Kate smirked and chuckled softly. Castle's eyes flicked up and his eyes grew dark as they dropped down the column of her throat and towards her chest. She raised her eyebrows, and stilled. Oh yeah, he talked me into wearing a bikini. "Castle, eyes up here!" she snapped her fingers in front of his glazed-over eyes.
He glanced up quickly, and gave her a half-smile. "Can't blame me, can you?"
She ducked her head, hiding a rising blush behind her long hair. "No, not really," she replied.
"So, is Jackson good?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "We can put it on the short list, along with my dad's name."
"James," he bobbed his head. "Strong kingly name. James Castle."
She stared at him with a gaped mouth, amused at the excitement in his eyes. "How can you find this so exciting, Castle?" she asked. "Personally, I find picking out a name highly daunting and frustrating."
"Why?" he shrugged.
"Well, it's a big decision, Castle," she tried to explain her logic, confused over why he seemed so nonchalant about it. "Whatever we name our children, they're going to have that name for the rest of their life."
"Not if they do what I did," Castle pointed out with a wink. He leaned back, smirking so proudly, thinking he was so clever.
"Ugh," she gave him a glare. "I really don't know why you changed it. Richard Alexander Rodgers was a nice name."
"But Richard Castle was more marketable," he shrugged. "Plus it's just an awesomely cool name!"
Kate snorted out a laugh and brought her hand up to shield her mouth. Castle arched his neck to look over at her, grinning mischievously.
"Hey now, if you didn't think so, you wouldn't have signed those papers a couple of days ago to make yourself Kate Castle," he asserted.
"Well, you got me there, then," she chuckled. "But I'm still Detective Beckett, just remember that."
"No complaints here, Detective," Castle answered with a suggestive wink. "Just as long as I can call you Mrs. Castle at home."
"Deal," Kate beamed at him, accepting his hand as he extended it. She wrapped her fingers around his and he squeezed her hand as he leaned over the gap between their lounge chairs to slant his lips over hers in a soft and welcoming kiss.
She let out a contented sigh as he slid back down to resume his edits to Heat Rises. Watching him for a moment, she smiled to herself, still feeling the fluttering in her chest as she realized the fact that she, Kate Beckett, was now married to Richard Castle, who had long been one of her favorite authors. He was no Dickens or Huxley, but his stories had always been important to her, helping her through the most difficult parts of her life.
"I love you, Richard Castle," she murmured, feeling the warmth spread throughout her body at being able to say that to him and not worry about not having the sentiment returned. It was something she was still getting used to, despite everything that had happened over the last couple of months. Kate would always be amazed at how much he loved her.
His head tilted up and he glanced over at her, smiling. "Love you, too, Kate Castle," he winked and blew her a kiss before returning back to his writing.
Later that day found them lying out on the beach, a large towel sprawled underneath them as they rested on their sides, looking at one another, ignoring the wonderful view of the ocean waves lapping at the beach as the sun made its descent after a long day.
When they had ventured out from the private seclusion of his beach house's backyard, Kate had taken a sheer see-through cover-up and draped it over her shoulders, as she was still a little self-conscious about her pregnant appearance. She didn't mind Castle seeing her as she was, but strangers were another story. The cover-up was jade in color, and had a v-neck, so it still showed off the cleavage created by her bikini top, but covered most of her torso, the hem resting on her mid-thigh. It was still sexy, but was modest enough to give Kate more confidence out on the public beach.
It helped that Castle seemed to understand her feelings on the matter, however, he still made it very clear that in his humble opinion, for whatever that mattered to her, she was absolutely smokin' hot… like model hot, and he was still very much stunned that she was his wife and allowed him to touch her in such intimate ways.
"I can't wait until I can divest you of all this clothing and ravish you again… and again… and again," his voice trailed off as he leaned forward, vanishing the distance between them as he planted his lips over hers in a hungry kiss.
Kate closed her eyes, humming in delicious approval as she opened her mouth for him, tasting the unique flavor that was Rick Castle. Her Castle. He was hers, and she was his, and she loved that. A sinfully low keen escaped her throat as he lathered the column of her neck with attention, his tongue darting out and flicking across her pulse point as he canted over her, pushing her onto her back.
She couldn't believe they were doing this—making out on the beach. Normally, she'd be too embarrassed to really do such a thing, but his persistent attentions blocked out everything else. Kate just let it happen, enjoying everything he was doing to her.
One of Castle's hands buried itself in her hair, tugging her closer as the other dropped to her side, his fingers clutching into her hip, rotating her into a more compliant position. She let out a breathy sigh, feeling his hand dropped down to her bare legs.
He grinned against her throat, flicking his tongue out, making her mewl softly as he moved his way down to her collarbone. His lips were soft and velvety, and so very hot. Castle opened his mouth and grazed his teeth across her skin before nipping softly at the top of her breasts. His hand continued to rub and caress her leg, still inching upwards as he, also, directed his attention further north.
Kate opened her mouth and let out a gasp as he latched onto her neck again, this time sucking hard on her pulse point. She squirmed, her breath caught in her throat, his scent overwhelming her as he hovered above her, taking all control of the situation from her.
"Ca—Castle," she panted into him, not the least bit ashamed of the needy quality in her voice. God, she loved him.
"Oh, Kate," her name was whispered with reverence as his open mouth climbed up the slope of her neck and over her jaw.
"Mmm…," she purred, slightly incoherent as he covered her mouth with his, gently prodding at her bottom lip with his tongue.
Kate moved her hands, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer and deepen the kiss, opening her mouth to him and inviting him in. She felt him grin in triumph as his hand began to move up her leg, skidding along the bottom of her knee and shifting to run his fingernails along her inner thigh.
"Ooo!" she yelped, surprised at the direction of his clever fingers. "Castle, no. Not here."
"But Kate," he whined, brushing his lips against her cheek and down her neck while he tried his best to distract her as his fingers began to work the laces on her bikini bottoms.
"No, no, no," she objected, shifting and attempting, with all her might, to ignore the pounding of her heart and the warmth surging down into her belly, pooling between her legs. "Castle! No! I'm not having sex on the beach."
"But isn't that romantic?" he tried again to persuade her. "You know, frolic in the waves like we're in From Here To Eternity."
She shook her head at him. "One, that was a movie. And two, sand, Castle… it gets everywhere." Kate made a point of stressing that last part. "And believe me, Castle, if that happens, I won't be a happy camper." She paused to see if he fully understood what she was saying, attempting to give him a little glare to make her point. "Got it?"
Castle let out a defeated sigh, and dropped his head, resting his forehead against the crook of her neck. His breath was hot against her skin, and she felt him shudder as he took in a ragged breath. Feeling sorry for disrupting the mood, Kate rubbed her hands up and down his back, to comfort and reassure him.
"Let's just take this back inside, okay?" she whispered into his ear as she ran her fingers through his hair. "I very much want to see if that was all talk or not."
"About how you couldn't wait to 'divest' me of my clothes and ravish me," Kate smirked playfully at him as he arched his head up to gaze at her. "Really, Castle, who says 'divest' like that?"
"I'm a writer, get used to it," he huffed, before claiming her mouth in a searing kiss, stealing away any retort she might have had.
Castle didn't disappoint. He proved to her just how real his words had been. There was no doubting his insatiable hunger for her now. Kate, for herself, was stunned at how much she could take from him. Never had she ever been so wanton and needy. She just couldn't get enough of him, no matter how many times he brought her to the edge of her pleasure threshold, before careening pass it, right along with her. What really amazed her, more than her own inexhaustible need for him, was the fact that she even had the energy to keep up.
"Yes, Castle, yes… like that, oh… oh…," she whimpers, her head falling against his shoulder, her chest heaving as his hands gripped her ass, his fingers digging into her skin as he held her to him. Her knees were planted on either side of his hips, dipping into the mattress as she rose up slightly before sinking back down on him.
"Kate," he groaned, his lips brushing along the hollow of her throat as she continued to rock against him, his hands helping her to keep up the rhythm.
Her chest expanded as her breath stilled when she felt the tight coiling of release begin to unwind and let go. She latched onto his shoulders, clutching at him hard, digging her nails into his skin as she shattered around him, screaming his name for the umpteenth time that night. Kate had long ago lost count of the number of times she'd reached that ecstasy with him.
Blanking out for a moment, she dropped herself against him, letting him hold her up as she regained her breath and came down from her release.
They were both covered in sweat, her inner thighs slick and wet from their countless sessions of lovemaking. It had started as soon as they had stumbled back into the beach house. Kate vividly recalled collapsing on the couch in the living room, his hands running up and down her sides as he 'divested' her of her cover-up and bikini.
She closed her eyes and sighed, unable to forget how he had made her come with nothing but his mouth on her. He had made her quiver and quake, falling apart right there on the back of the couch. Really? They were like rabbits. And to think, she'd waited three years to give in to her feelings for him and let them have this.
His lips on her throat pulled her back to the present. She blinked, sucking in a breath, still straddling him as they both came down from their most recent high. He hummed against her neck. One hand kept her close, sliding down to the small of her back, while his other hand reached up to brush her damp hair away from her face.
"So gorgeous," he mumbled, leaning forward to kiss her softly, letting her dictate that pace of the kiss.
Kate moaned into his mouth, pulling one hand up to gently run her fingertips along the side of his jaw, feeling his stubble. Slowly, she pulled back, resting her forehead against his as she opened her eyes to stare at him, smiling brightly at him.
They had no need for words, speaking entirely with their eyes as she canted back into him, sealing his lips with hers in another long and languid kiss as he slipped back, pulling her down with him. She snuggled into him as he laid back against the mattress, smiling as she sprawled over him, continuing to kiss him at a slow and lazy pace.
Eventually, she shifted off of him and rested down onto the mattress, sighing with contentment, completely satisfied yet never fully sated. Kate turned onto her side and glanced across at the alarm clock on the bedside table. She frowned when she saw the red digital numbers. Was that really the time?
"Yes?" he leaned into her, wrapping his arms around her slick body, pressing his lips against her bare shoulder.
"It's 3:34," she hissed, still stunned. "In the morning!"
"Huh?" he mumbled against her neck, shifting up to gaze over her at the clock. "Yes, it is. So?"
"It was only 9 when we… started," she bit her lower lip and blushed, completely surprised at herself.
Castle shrugged, slumping back down with a smug grin as he nuzzled his nose against her hair. "Again, I ask… so?"
Kate frowned. Why isn't he as worried about this as I am? She let out a startled gasp as his opened mouth latched onto her neck, sucking hard, his hand drifting down her chest to cup her in his large palm, his thumb flicking out across her nipple. "Castle!"
"Shh," he shushed. "I'm working here."
"But…," she panted, the heat in her body already rising as his hand drifted further south. "But… we just spent the last…," she quickly did the math, "Six! My god, Castle… we've just spent six hours doing nothing but making love."
She could not believe it. They hadn't even had dinner. During the course of the last couple of hours it had never occurred to her to eat. Then again, she had been hungry, but her hunger had been for a different kind. Hell, it wasn't even the same day anymore. How had she lost track of time like that?
Kate shivered, letting out a breathy moan as Castle's questing hand found her between her legs, already slick and wet, so very ready for him. Already? To say that she was stunned would have been a vast understatement. This had never happened to her. Never.
"Castle," she hedged, wanting so much for him to continue, but also wanting to take a break. It wasn't like she didn't enjoy what he was doing to her, but she wanted to take a step back and just… relax. She honestly didn't know how much more she could take. But, oh… she wanted more. So much more.
"One more time," Castle offered.
Kate laughed airily, leaning her head back into the pillows. "That's what you said last time."
"I mean it this time," he murmured, not the least bit convincing as he kissed his way down her throat. "Honest. Scout's honor."
She shook her head at him. "You, Richard Castle, were never a scout."
"Like you care," he said, his teeth grazing against her collarbone as he worked his way further down. He nuzzled into her chest, gently nipping at the soft flesh of her breasts. "You know you want it."
Kate huffed. He was right. Damn him. Giving him a glare she hoped was far more convincing that it was to herself, she pushed him off her and pulled herself up into a sitting position.
"Kate?" he questioned, his brow furrowing in confusion.
When she looked back down at him, she smiled. His confusion was so adorable, yet even his totally boyish cuteness was not enough to tackle her determination to get out of bed. After all, she still wanted to have the ability to walk, and if they kept this up, she'd end up bed ridden for maybe the next few days, and with Castle's… um… appetite, which was insatiable, she'd never see the outside of the bedroom until the end of the week.
"You want to continue this, Castle?" she asked, casting a glance over her shoulder as she heaved herself up and out of the bed. Her legs were a little shaky and unbalanced, but she managed to stay standing, though her center was kind of sore. It was a pleasant kind of soreness, but still… she needed a break… even if she did want to continue.
He bobbed his head and scooted over to sit on the edge of the bed. "How many times do I have to tell you, Kate?" he asked. "I can't get enough of you."
She smiled at him, turning to cup the side of his face in her palm. His eyes were large and so very expressive, so full of love and adoration. Kate was so tempted to just give in, fall back down on the bed and let him continue worshiping her body as they devoured one another all over again. But, honestly, her body really did need some rest.
"I know, I know," she assured him, caressing his face. "But Rick, babe, I can only take so much. And I really do need to eat at some point." Kate patted her baby bump for emphasis.
He sighed, and gave an understanding nod. "Sorry," he mumbled, his shoulders slumping.
"For being selfish," he replied, averting his gaze for a moment. "I… I just don't want to let go of you."
Kate stepped between his legs, hugging him and kissing the top of his head as he leaned against her chest. "I want the same thing, Castle," she admitted softly, running her hands up and down his back. "But we do have two others to think of," she added, smiling as he moved to gently hold her baby bump in his large hands. "So, I really do need to eat… especially if I want the energy to keep up with you for the rest of the week."
He chuckled against her, and leaned back, his eyes twinkling. His hands moved to cradle her hips. "I don't think that will ever be a problem, Kate," Castle asserted, so sure of himself. "You're the leader here. Where you go, I follow. I'll always follow. Always."
"Oh, Castle," Kate felt tears brimming, so she blinked her eyes rapidly as she leaned down, pulling him into a long and tender kiss. She sighed as she backed away to breathe. "Now, why don't you come and help me shower before we go down and have an early breakfast."
Castle beamed widely, winking at her with a suggestive smirk. "Deal."