CASTLE - KATE BECKETT/JORDAN SHAW

Heat

Nvr_Sk_to_Tll

Title: Heat

Author: Nvr_Sk_to_Tll

Fandom: Castle

Pairing: Kate Beckett/Jordan Shaw

Rating/Warnings: NC–17 for lesbi–sex and the tiniest amount of bondage/tiesies–upsies. Takes place approximately a year after the episodes 2.17 (“Tick, Tick, Tick…”) and 2.18 (“Boom!”) but with only minor indirect spoilers.

A/N: cherokee62 wanted this, so she gets it. Blame her.

Summary: Kate and Jordan have always been a little competitive...

Heat

Nvr_Sk_to_Tll

Their meetings had always been clandestine; nights at motels, quick “visits” in one of their cars. Now that they were working together on a case again, now that they had reason to occasionally be alone, they still had to take precautions. No behavior during official working hours that might tip anyone off. They were especially careful around Castle.

Tonight, when Jordan had arrived at Kate’s apartment to “discuss the case,” she had seemed extraordinarily uneasy. Of course Kate knew that the older woman always carried a small weight of guilt because of their affair. But this was something different. Kate stepped very close, invading Jordan’s personal space.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all.”

Before Kate could ask any more question, Jordan pulled her into a smothering kiss. Kate didn’t mind; as long as Jordan was in the mood, so was she. Soon enough their kiss became a sort of contest, an effort to see who would dominate in tonight’s little affair. Clothes were flying across the room as the women struggled.

Kate was determined to win out; Jordan had a habit of topping her in the most ferocious manner, and while that was certainly all right, she wanted to be in charge for once. Continuing along that line of thinking, she carefully started to work her belt out through the loops of her jeans. As she slipped the supple leather around her lover’s wrists, she smiled and pulled away from the kiss to move down and suck the pulse point of Jordan’s neck.

“Oh my God, Kate I…what the hell are you doing?”

“Just gaining the upper hand,” the detective grunted, pulling the belt tight, but not too tight. Then she led Jordan into the bedroom.

“You’d better untie me.”

“All in good time, Jordan. Sit.”

Kate pushed her lover down on the bed.

“Now. Are you gonna be a good girl and let me run the show for once, or am I gonna have to tie you to the bed?”

Jordan pretended to actually have to think about that one. Finally, she looked down, feigning resignation.

“Just untie my hands and you can do whatever you want to me.”

It took everything she had not to laugh when Kate seemed to fall for the ploy and reached down to undo the belt. At the same time the younger woman made the mistake of sitting, straddling Jordan’s lap. Wrapping one arm around Kate’s waist, Jordan slipped the other between the detective’s legs. Expert fingers slid along through wet heat, teasing and tormenting. She brought Kate close twice, only to ease off and wait, then go on again. After the second near–climax, she pulled her hand from between Kate’s legs, then leveraged back and rolled them both, pinning her lover.

“Now who’s gonna be a good girl?” Jordan growled.

“You’re not gonna win.”

“Oh, I’m gonna win. And you’re gonna enjoy it.”

Jordan shoved a hand rather brusquely between Kate’s legs expert fingers swiped through the wet heat there, then slid home.

“Fuck!”

“I love you too,” Jordan whispered.

Their rhythms were regular; they knew each other well by now. Kate felt herself drawing close to a climax, and then everything stopped suddenly. Jordan moved down to put her face between her lover’s legs, planting kisses all along the smooth inner thighs. It felt like she went on teasing like that for an eternity. Finally, her tongue flicked lightly across Kate’s swollen clit just before she latched on and suckled at the nub of flesh greedily.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Kate was whimpering steadily now. When she came it was like every muscle in her body managed to simultaneously tense and relax and her mind exploded in a shower of sparks. When she was really aware again, Jordan was beside her, holding her.

“Come back to me,” the older woman was whispering, her arms close around Kate’s shoulders.

When Kate could breathe again she shifted in Jordan’s arms and smiled, offering a tender kiss to her lover. Then she pulled away momentarily, only to move back, to climb on top of Jordan, her smile widening to an almost evil grin.

“My turn”

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