rarely pure and never simple (Castle; Beckett/Castle)
Title: rarely pure and never simple
Author: airbefore
Rating: NC-17
Spoiler Warning: All US aired episodes
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Summary: The moonlight casts a silver glow across the walls, a shimmering haze that draws her attention, the edges waving as the clouds roll past. She can feel the remnants of the champagne working through her body, the little bubbles hitching a ride in her blood, making her head float and her skin tingle.
He leans over her, propped up on one elbow. Amusement flickers in his eyes when he slides his his hand down and she arches into his touch. 'Come on, Kate,' he hums, the swirl of his fingertips on her inner thigh sending sparks shooting up her spine, 'don't be a spoilsport. It's New Year's Eve.'
Author: airbefore
Rating: NC-17
Spoiler Warning: All US aired episodes
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Summary: The moonlight casts a silver glow across the walls, a shimmering haze that draws her attention, the edges waving as the clouds roll past. She can feel the remnants of the champagne working through her body, the little bubbles hitching a ride in her blood, making her head float and her skin tingle.
He leans over her, propped up on one elbow. Amusement flickers in his eyes when he slides his his hand down and she arches into his touch. 'Come on, Kate,' he hums, the swirl of his fingertips on her inner thigh sending sparks shooting up her spine, 'don't be a spoilsport. It's New Year's Eve.'