can’t start a fire without a spark: a castle fanfic by liviafan1
But if there’s one thing he’s realized over the last few days, it’s that her theory is only the tip of the iceberg. If his feelings are any indication - his heart collapsing into his stomach when Demming is around, his fingers clenching against his thigh to keep from slipping his hands into her short waves and caressing her perfect mouth with his lips, his mind shuddering with images of her supple body beneath his, sighing his name as she clings to him -
He’s a man wrecked.
A man in love.
women like that don’t become mystery writers, ch.6
“I’ll skip over your commentary about my age since you called me cute.”
“That’s nice, Castle. I’m sure your ego really needs that boost,” she says wryly.
Cover Art by: Jade
women like that don’t become mystery writers, Ch. 2
A Co-written story by liviafan1 and FanficwriterGHC.
Cover art by: Jade
After they’d hashed everything out and he slid his warm mouth over her wet cheeks in apology, she huddled into the corner of the couch under a big blanket, quiet and small as she watched the tv flicker without the sound on.
He tried to tug her into bed, knew they were both exhausted and had an early morning ahead of them, but she shook her head - needed a few more moments of quiet. He left her in her spot only after she assuaged his worry with a gentle kiss, sweeping an I love you across his jaw before promising to join him soon.
Complete.
Writing a one-shot that I hope to have up in a couple of hours.
:)
women like that don’t become mystery writers: chapter one
A writer’s blocked, post-Derrick Storm Castle meets Kate Beckett, a rising young mystery novelist acquired by Black Pawn to replace him. Despite their instant dislike of each other, they are given a month to co-write Black Pawn’s bext bestseller, or lose their advances, and possibly their jobs. A co-written story with FanficwriterGHC.
Special thanks to mjsofter for the lovely cover art!
She’s tight-lipped around Lanie for a few days until she can’t keep it to herself any longer. She bursts in the day after Castle’s drop-in, knows she can’t hold him off any longer.
She needs someone to tell her what to do.
“I need your help,” she confesses, all breathless and flustered.
“You finally gonna tell me what happened between you and Castle the other night?” Lanie asks, lifting her head away from the body she’s examining.
“We kinda…” She bites her lip. “We made out a little.”
She flicks on the faucet and plugs the drain before she rolls up her sleeves.
“You know you don’t have to do that.” His breath is warm against her neck, his hand solid at her back as he slides to her side. She swallows hard, clenching her fists under the trickling water. She shifts her weight and waits for his hand to fall away.
“You made dinner,” she starts weakly. “Least I can do.” She picks up a glass and a sponge, busying herself with the mundane task.
“But we haven’t even had dessert yet.” His voice is low, raspy, practically dripping with sex and oh, she’s a little dizzy. The cup slips out of her fingers and falls into the water, splashing her in the face, prickling awareness back into her vision.
“You’re calling about a body, right?” he asks inanely as he steps into his bedroom, shucking his pants for more appropriate attire.
“No, Castle, I’m calling to ask your opinion on what I should wear into the precinct today.”
He stops, perks up immediately. “Really?”
“No,” and he can see the all-too familiar roll of her eyes. “Of course there’s been a murder, Castle.”
He scrubs a hand down his face. “It wouldn’t happen to be in Chelsea, would it?”
She lets out a low groan. “Is this your way of telling me that I’m going to have to arrest you?”
He smirks. “No, but let’s come back to that later.”
He reappears, bright-eyed and pleased with her compliment. “Should be ready in a few minutes,” he promises, leading her into the kitchen. She leans her hip against the island as he settles himself in front of the stove, lifting a wooden spoonful of sauce to his lips.
“Mmmm,” he moans, licking his lips. He holds it out to her, cupping the air just below it. “Wanna try it?”
She hesitates only a second before she leans forward and wraps her lips around the utensil, swiping her tongue along the rim. Delicious.
“It’s fantastic,” she hums, flicking her eyes away from his darkening gaze.
She hasn’t even been here five minutes yet.
Season Two AU.
She lasts ten minutes in the precinct before she drags his chair away, all too much a reminder of the choice he made—to put Nikki Heat to rest and start anew with a shiny British spy. Season Two AU.
Days of Summer: The Final Chapter
She sinks her teeth into her lip, nudging her nose below his ear. “You think we can tire Alexis out so she falls asleep early tonight?” she asks. She brushes her mouth against his skin before sucking it a little, her fingers curling into his shirt.
His Adam’s apple bobs, his fingers bruising at her hips. “I think that can be arranged,” he rasps.
She can’t think of anything better to end this tragic day than losing herself in him, the feeling of his skin slick against hers, filling her up.
“Mommy!” the little blue-eyed boy is breathless with happiness as she wraps him up in her arms, pressing a kiss to his sticky cheek.
“Hi baby,” she breathes, nudging her nose against his. He giggles, looking adorably rosy in the Santa pajamas Castle had picked out for him weeks before.
“We’re baking cookies.” Tommy slips his little hand in hers and tugs her into the kitchen where her husband’s waiting, spots of flour covering his face, wooden spoon in hand.
“Looks like Daddy’s wearing most of it,” she teases, smacking a parting kiss to his head as she lifts him easily onto the stool. He immediately snatches up a cookie cutter and goes to work, his small tongue poking out the corner of his mouth.
Complete.
