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Kind of a dork. Lover of entertainment, writer of Castle fic. Occasionally NSFW, that content is labeled as such (NSFW fic labeled as "rated m"). I'm on Twitter too. @ipreferwestside.
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VACATION GROWTH
An Escape/The Love That You've Looked For fic
"What do you think?" Rick asks, spotting his wife in the mirror as she walks into the bathroom.
Kate wraps her arms around him from behind and presses her lips to his shoulder. "I think I'm not ready to go home," she murmurs into his skin.
He twists so he can kiss her forehead, then turns back to the sink, runs his toothbrush under the faucet before continuing to brush his teeth. "I mean the beard," he says around the toothbrush.
She giggles and traces a finger along the top of his towel. "I like it," she admits. "'Forgetting' your razor was a good call."
"Yeah?"
"Mm-hmm." She nods and moves to his side as he spits out the toothpaste and rinses his mouth.
"So you wouldn't mind if I kept it for awhile?"
She shakes her head and cups his jaw, gently scraping his beard as she brings his mouth down to his.
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A VERY LONG FIRST DATE
A Beautiful Hours scene insert (picks up right after their first time)
"Wow."
Kate giggles at his sigh, his voice muffled by her neck. She trails her hands up and down his back, digs her nails into his shoulder when his hips slowly thrust. "Don't you need a minute?" she teases, turning her head so she can dust her lips across his forehead.
He lifts his head and gives her a crooked grin. "Oh," he drawls, "I don't think I'll need much recovery time with you."
She rolls her eyes and nudges his shoulder, a wide grin on her face that she just can't seem to wipe off. "Move, will ya?"
His bedroom is empty when she emerges from the bathroom, and she grabs his discarded shirt from the floor and slips it on, fastens a few buttons as she wanders into the living room.
He's in the kitchen pouring two glasses of wine, and he glances up and grins when he spots her. "Care for a glass?" he asks, holding out the bottle to show her the label.
She gives it a cursory glance, and her brows lift when she recognizes it. She's no sommelier, but she knows expensive wine when she sees it. "Please."
If the past several hours have shown her anything, it's that her gut about Rick was right. Any doubt about his intentions has evaporated after he's been nothing but downright chivalrous.
She winces at the ache between her legs as she sits at the counter.
And he knows what he's doing. In fact, she wants to do it again.
When his eyes darken and drop to her mouth, her breath quickens in her chest. Apparently, he does, too.
And this time, they don't even make it out of the kitchen.
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MAKING A BAD DAY BETTER
A Closing Time installment
Kate looks up from her book when she hears the door open, and her planned suggestive greeting for her boyfriend dies on her tongue when she notices the look on his face and paper in his hand.
Rick doesn't acknowledge her, likely doesn't see her, might not even realize she's home. He drops the paper on the counter and goes straight to his bed, stripping his shirt off as he does, and flops down on the bed with a discouraged groan.
She skims over the paper, her heart sinking when she sees it's yet another rejection letter for his manuscript. And work didn't seem to help, she realizes when she picks up his discarded shirt and notices the large beer stain on the front.
He grunts when she joins him on the mattress, and she covers his body with hers, curls her arms around his chest. "Bad day?" she murmurs into the broad expanse of his back.
He grunts again and turns his head to the side. "Something like that."
"Can I help?" When the corner of his mouth quirks, she rolls her eyes. "You know what I mean."
She props herself on her hands and knees when he turns over, and he sifts his fingers through her hair, tucks it behind her ear.
"You're already helping," he rasps, bringing her mouth down to his.
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One thing about Castle is that they do a serial killer plot line SO WELL. In the way that they don’t overdo those episodes, and cram like 7 into a season, so you’re like “God can’t they just catch this guy already!” (Pelant on Bones, Mr. Scratch on Criminal Minds, etc)
They’re so good at like one or MAYBE two 3XK episodes a season so every time you’re like “OH MY GOD HE’S BACK!!” And with Beckett’s mom they still manage to keep it fresh even after so long because they don’t spent so long on it every season.
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POKER NIGHT
Post-series
"Raise."
She lifts a brow and flicks her gaze down her husband's mostly-undressed body, lingering on his groin. "Looks like you already are," she teases, her voice taking on a low husk.
Rick smirks and shifts to stretch his legs out in front of him. "Your move."
She draws her bottom lip between her teeth, takes her time deciding what to do. She has a good hand, but it isn't good enough that she's confident she'll win. And he's down to his boxers, she's in nothing but the lacy negligee she put on just for this game. No matter how the hand ends, they'll both win.
Still, there is pride to consider.
"We have the same amount to bet with," she points out, tapping her finger over her lips, pretending to consider her next move.
The corner of Rick's mouth quirks. "Raise the stakes?" he suggests.
She nods. "Loser does dishes for a week?"
"Changes all the diapers?"
"Can't come until the winner says so."
His eyes darken, and his tongue darts out to slowly lick his lips. "Done. Prepare to suffer."
Her whole body goes hot when he shows his cards, and when she realizes what he has, she chuckles and turns her cards over.
"What-" He leans over and examines their almost identical hands, then looks up at her. "How did we tie?"
She shrugs, but she reaches for him, cups his face in her hands. "Beats me. Does this mean we both lose?" she asks, her gaze on his mouth. "No coming for either of us?"
He shakes his head and surges forward, capturing her mouth with his, lowering her to the bed. He pulls away just long enough to tug at the hem of her negligee. "We both win," he grows, trailing his mouth down her neck, his hands wandering between her legs. "Fuck the bet."
She gasps and arches into him. "I'd rather-oh God," she moans at his touch. "I'd rather you fuck me."
His boxers are gone in an instant. "As you wish."
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(pic: the naked bottom half of a man lying face-down on a beach)
PRIVATE ISLAND GETAWAY
Season 7
The house is quiet when Kate gets out of the shower, her husband nowhere to be found. She wanders around their private villa, running her towel through her hair, and she stops in their room to put on her swimsuit.
She glances outside on her way past the window, pauses and looks through the window again, grins when she spots the figure on the beach. Grabbing her wrap and sunscreen, she heads outside.
Rick lifts his head when she approaches, and he grins, pushes himself up.
"Need more of this?" she offers, holding out the sunscreen.
He stands and twists to try and look at his ass, then turns his back to her. "I don't think so. Do I?"
"Hmm." She tilts her head, taking her time to examine the broad expanse of his back, down to his butt. "Your shoulders are pretty pink, but your ass looks good," she says, gently smacking his ass for good measure.
He yelps, and he spins around and grabs her by the waist. "You'll pay for that," he teases, bending down to lift her in his arms.
It's her turn to yelp, and she wraps her arms around his neck as he walks them back to the house. "Any particular reason you were naked?"
"Why would I bother with a suit when we're the only ones here?"
"Um, the sand gets places?"
He shrugs. "That's what the shower is for. Speaking of..." He wipes his feet on the doormat, then heads straight for the bathroom, quickly rids her of her suit when he sets her down.
"I just-" She doesn't even finish her protest before her back is against the tile and his mouth is on hers.
Well...no reason she can't just shower again.
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#there was probably dialogue but honestly who cares
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BRIDAL TRADITIONS
POST-2x12 AU
He's waiting for her when she emerges from the bathroom, a familiar bouquet in his hands and a maddening smirk on his face. She rolls her eyes when he holds the flowers out, but still she takes them.
"Don't say a word," she mutters, giving his shoulder a light push. She'd tried to give the flowers back to Kyra, but the other woman had refused to accept.
Castle falls into step beside her, chuckling. "About what? The fact that you're taking them home, or that you caught them in the first place?" he teases.
She scoffs. "They're too nice to throw out. Besides, Kyra told me to keep them."
Actually, her almost exact words were they're yours, and Kate couldn't help but think of the other time Kyra had essentially passed the torch to her.
He's all yours.
"So, any prospects for your upcoming nuptials? I noticed several people checking you out." The town car he'd hired for the night is waiting when they get outside, and he opens the door, motions for her to go in first.
She isn't sure what prompts her to do it. Maybe it's the several glasses of champagne, or Castle's hand on the small of her back as she passes him, or the smirk on his stupid, handsome face.
Whatever it is, once he settles into the seat next to her, she reaches for his coat, tugs him to face her, and slants her mouth over his.
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From her fully breaking down over not being able to solve it right then, and feeling like a failure, to literally facing the guy who ordered it all and voluntarily walking away to get justice for others...we stan character development.
4x01 / 5x01 - Just not today
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(note: this doesn't *exactly* fit the prompt, but once the scenario was in my brain it wouldn't go away)
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RELAXING BATH (season 7 or later)
"Oh my God," Kate moans as she sinks into the tub, the water perfect at just shy of scalding, and she leans back, lets the heat relax her bruised body. A tap on her shoulder has her looking up, and she smirks when she notices her husband's current state.
Rick narrows his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. "You know what that noise does to men" he teases, stepping in behind her when she scoots forward.
She leans back into him, wiggling her ass as she settles, and he wraps his arms around her torso, nips her earlobe. "You're not helping," he rasps.
She giggles, then falls silent as she relaxes into the water and her husband's embrace. The warmth that blooms through her isn't just from the bath, and as Rick's hands skate across her ribs, soothing the bruises from a suspect who got in a couple blows before she could take him down, she lets herself forget about the day and focus on the hear and now.
Her hand moves of its own volition, and her breath catches in her throat when his hand joins hers.
"You okay?" he murmurs in her ear, trailing his mouth down her neck.
She can only nod, her head falling back, hips rolling into their joined touch, the world fading away until it's just the two of them. His name falls from her lips as they bring her over the edge together.
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Happy Fic Rec Friday! 15yrs ago tomorrow this wonderful show premiered. In honor of that here are a couple of Flowers For Your Grave fics. Happy 15th Castle-versary!
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