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Clinical Study

"Kate. I just signed us up for a study," he announces as he bursts into the loft. Kate just closed a big case and had the day off and the following day, which Richard thought was perfect timing.

He had a meeting with Black Pawn and then stopped to pick up some organic vegetables at this store and saw an advertisement looking for participants in a clinical study. A certain word caught his eye and he immediately raced to the psych department and signed up.

He found Kate in the study just closing a book she'd been reading on the couch. "Hi Castle," she says while standing. They meet to share a quick peck on the lips. "Now what did you say when you walked in?"

"I signed us up for a clinical study. And don't worry it's here, so no cameras or anything creepy."

"Wait, what?" Kate asks confused. "A clinical study of what?"

Rick was beating around the bush, "A study of brain waves. We can do it here, look," he says as he pulls some items from the small bag in his hand, "we have these cool sensors that we attach to our heads."

As he starts messing with the electrodes, Kate shakes her head, "Castle what is this clinical study of?" There's a bit more bite in her tone. He sheepishly looks at her, but then goes into a full blown rant, "It's a sex study, see we attach these electrodes and they measure our brain waves while we ... you know, and we record the details here."

Kate's eyebrows hit her hair line and her jaw hit the floor. "A sex study?" her voice croaks out barely over a whisper. Rick can see she's shocked. "Look I thought it would be fun," he wraps an arm around her waist, "plus we're screwing like rabbits all the time anyway, let's get a little science out of it."

"Rick!” she pushes him off. This is our sex life. Our private life. I'm not documenting it for anyone. Where did you find this study?"

"I saw the flyer on NYU as I was cutting through the campus from Caputo's.” She interrupts him, “This is a study for college kids, Castle!” “There was no age limit,” he counters. “Though I did get a strange look from the guy when I signed up. Anyway come on, do you remember sex in your 20s, it was pathetic.” He wraps his arm around her waist again. “I mean compared to now. We are great. I bet we could show those college kids a thing or two. Let’s do this and prove that old people..” the look on her face stops him, “older people, have amazing sex. The study is only for today and tomorrow, August 10th and 11th, and since you already have these days off, its perfect.”

She could no longer argue with him. She certainly liked having sex with Castle. And receiving oral sex, and giving it. She was getting aroused just thinking about it and the way his arm was wrapped around her and his hips were pressing up against hers. She looks up at him. If they recorded their activities fine, if not that was fine too. They would still be having amazing sex. "Ok," she answers.

His lips quickly find hers, she moves her hands around his neck, but then he pulls back, "Wait we need to put these on first." He's so giddy like a little kid and she wants to roll her eyes at him. He sets everything on his desk then runs back to the entryway to grab a little electrical box. He helps Kate attach the electrodes and then does his own turning on the machine. Kate feels all this is starting to kill the mood, but then he turns back to her and the kiss he delivers sends shivers down her back.

He leans into her and she turns so her ass presses against his desk. His hand finds the side of her neck, "Oh Mrs. Castle," he whispers around her mouth, "the things I want to do to you." Kate practically melts as her arousal flares to life. Rick's mouth moves to her neck. Her senses come back and her hands quickly work to unbutton his shirt. He pulls back and jerks her shirt over her head. He finishes the last two buttons on his shirt and drops that as well. He moves back into her, his mouth finding her neck while his hands snake around behind and unclasp her bra. As his kisses trail down her body they find her breasts. She lets out a small gasp followed by a long moan as he gently sucks her right nipple.

She can't take anymore and grabs his pants working feverishly to undo the belt, button and zipper. He shakes them down his legs and moves to her left nipple. Another moan escapes her lips. She reaches for his boxers, "Castle," she moans as both a plea and a warning. He removes her yoga pants and panties, then pulls his own boxers off. Before Kate can move towards the bedroom, Rick grabs her waist propping her on the edge of the desk. Both of his arms are under her thighs supporting her weight so she moves her left arm around the front of her body reaching out between her legs to curl around him. She strokes gently a few times as he steps inside her thighs and she lines him up with her entrance.

He pushes in and her left arm immediately goes back behind her to brace herself. He's not holding back, it's a quick punishing rhythm that feels unbelievably amazing. She’s immediately moaning and so is he. Having her spread out before him just watching as her body jostles back and forward as he thrusts inside her, damn at this pace he won’t last long, but neither will she. He pulls out slightly so he can rub right against her g-spot. “Oh God Castle,” Kate says on an exhale. “Yes, oh, oh, please keep going.” As her encouragement gets more breathy and her muscles start to flutter he knows she's close, so he increases his pressure pushes more against his own tip. Within seconds she's coming and then so is he. He can barely hold up her legs as he falls forward his legs practically giving out as he releases inside her.

He regains the ability to move and pulls out; he helps lower her legs to the ground. Beckett’s legs almost give out as well. She’s still breathless. Rick turns and moves around the desk to the paper. “What are you doing?” she asks. “I’m documenting this.” She sighs and bends over to pick up her clothes. “No, don’t get dressed.” She gives him a glare. “Come on, we’re going to be doing this all weekend. And Alexis is with that club from school so she’s camping this weekend and Mother is at that spa retreat. There’s no one to see you naked, but me. And I like naked Kate Beckett.” She continued to pin him with a glare, but dropped her panties back on the floor and confidently strolled out of the office and towards the kitchen. Rick forgot to breath watching her leave.

Beckett was in the kitchen and Castle walked around behind her. She knew he was satisfied, but that did nothing to dampen his overall arousal. His hands glided around her body. "Mmm you feel so warm," he murmured. "Yea, you just heated me up stud." "I'm not sorry for that, actually can't wait to do it again."

Kate needed a breather and a snack, she could see how excited Rick was, especially with his new toy. They haven't had marathon sex in a few months, but this would be fun. Kate heated up some left over pasta, which Rick also shared and then he practically dragged her to the bedroom.

Rick drives on top of her and Kate screams then giggles. She fixes her electrode he knocked off as his lips sucked her neck. Damn, she's sure what he's doing is going to leave a mark. His fingers are tracing lines from her ribs down her thigh. She lifts her thigh bracketing his side to encourage his fingers to continue to stroke her thigh.

He's being so gently and soft she barely even feels him slide inside her. A slight gasp escapes her lips and he pushes himself up over her and lowers down to her lips again gently kissing her while moving inside her. Her arms wrap around his body and they move together. 45 minutes later they hold each other tightly as they both relax. Kate loved both sides to their love-making, the rough lustful and the gentle love.

Rick couldn't help himself in the shower, but he didn't want to keep going because he didn't think the electrodes could get wet. As soon as they were out he forced Kate back to bed. His mouth was between her thighs. He worked her up quickly, but then kept her there. She begged for her release before he finally took her over the edge. They need to pause for dinner, but had sex twice more before they fell asleep with one of those being from behind at the kitchen counter as she attempted to wash the dishes.

Castle woke with a start, his hips jerked involuntarily as his consciousness returned and felt her lips sucking on him getting him hard. He looked down and noticed she had put the electrodes on, see she was in this as much as he was. He felt his in place as well. God she was good and a deep throaty growl left his body as she took him further into her mouth. "Kate," he whispers drawing her name out, but those are the last words he utters. As he approaches release there's panting, moaning and unidentifiable mumbling. She swallows him deep as he goes.

Sunday is more of the same with them exploring positions and furniture around the loft. He found his new favorite position as Kate knelt on the stairs a few steps above him as he stood on the ground, it was the perfect height and damn if he didn't like the view. He never wanted to pull her hair before, and he wasn't sure if she would kill him if he did, but she suggested this position. He gathers up her hair and arches her neck back some, she moans clearly enjoying it. The grip on her waist tightens as he continually drives into her until he falls over her back releasing with her.

Neither of them can get out of bed on Monday morning, both sore and exhausted. Kate needs to make it to work and she hopes she doesn't need to chase any suspects because she's walking like she just got off a horse. He turns in their paperwork at the college. He receives a small slip of paper with a number on it letting him know he can get a copy of the results in a few days.

Wednesday he returns with the results, he waits until Kate gets home to open them. The first thing they found is a hand-written note. Dear Participant, at first we thought these results were faked, but you did have corresponding brain waves which matched your records. We want to congratulate you, you have 8 times as much sex as the average of the other participants. Kate and Rick both look at each other and chuckle. It's really great to see such a healthy sex life later in life. Rick pulls out the chart which compares them with the other participants. Most only had sex 3 times, which they both agreed wa sad and boring. The results showed that Kate's brainwaves hit their highest during their rough fucking like on the table and up against the counter. Rick hit his highest giving or receiving oral sex. "Well now I know how to really stimulate your mind Mr. Castle," Kate purrs. He kisses her ear, "Oh yes you do Detective Beckett. "

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Don’t Let Me Fall

Emily was suspended for two weeks. That was the ruling Julianna, their new Director, passed down. People were worried about her, but she joked that she would use the time to fix up her apartment, so it wasn’t, as Flynn said, such a shithole. The people close to her knew she could quickly descend back into her own darkness; they were determined not to let it happen. It had only been a week since Alice was killed and everyone was still struggling with the details. Nick knew, somewhere deep down, Emily saw him as a failure. He didn’t find her; he left their son with a woman who was part of Emily’s captivity and then helping to test Flynn. Emily, even against the force of the FBI, was able to solve her own case. She was always the better agent and if the roles were reversed Nick was sure she would have found him. Emily gives Nick a quick hug before she leaves and confirms she will pick Flynn up for the night. Flynn was another issue they were dealing with, he did not understand how his life could be such a lie, his dead mother only came back a year ago and the mother he thought he knew lied and betrayed him. Both parents agreed no therapy and to allowing a slow process for each of them to figure everything out. She brushes over Cal’s hand on the way past his desk simply stating she’d see him in two weeks. Cal had seen it firsthand how fragile she still was. He witnessed the panic attacks, the symptoms of PTSD, and the way she was better able to focus when she was working on a case. Without that distraction he was worried. He was determined not to let her fall.

The first week was ok, Emily was able to get some things done, but being caged in her apartment was not for her. She got out and did a little traveling to New York for a few days. She responded to texts or calls from Cal or Nick. They were very upbeat and off-topic, but she could tell that what they really were, that they were checking up on her. Over the weekend, a pipe broke in the apartment upstairs, but across the hall, while the tenant was trying to install a new sink. The landlord notified everyone, and it wasn’t until the water was seeping through the floor dripping into the hall outside her door that it affected her.

Emily quickly shuts her door and sits at the chair at her desk. Thoughts roll around in her head, Tommy, Alice, Laurie, Harlow, her mother. Pieces are coming back to her, but she just wants to understand. Her brain is a frustrating jumble of clues that she needs to understand. She stands up and walks to her couch lifting the cushion. She pulls out the small baggy with the remaining cocaine in it she purchased a few weeks earlier. It will be enough for a few hits. That would get her going now she needs more sodium pentothal to make her remember.

Returning to her apartment, she has what she needed and a solid week to get through the shit in her head. Dropping her coat on the back of the chair she takes her familiar spot on the couch. She texts Nick, Hey Since I have the week off on vacation 😉 I am going to do a bit of traveling, maybe New York or Penn, I’ll see Flynn when I am back next weekend. New needles and the bottle are placed on the coffee table. She psyches herself up, takes a quick snort and sinks the needle into her arm. Her consciousness fades as she slumps back on the couch into her nightmares.

The text message Sunday night from Cal stated, Just think next week you’ll hate Mondays again. It goes unanswered, though he isn’t too worried as Emily may be sleeping. Monday he texts, Byrne, you still bored at home, I just got an interesting case I could use some help on – next week right. If I haven’t solved it by then. Four hours pass and no word. He stops Nick, “Hey Nick, have you heard from Emily?” Nick furrowes his brow wondering why Cal was trying to reach her. “No, why what’s up?” “Well I don’t know; I haven’t heard from her since Friday.” “Have you been calling her?” Nick asks suspiciously. Cal tries to play it cool, “Yea just off and on to see how she’s doing, you know.” Nick nods, “Well you know Emily does what she wants and if she wants to be off the grid she will be. She sent me a message on Saturday, but I’ll call her.” He pulls out his cellphone, it doesn’t even ring on his end just clicks over to her voicemail. “Hey, uh Emily, it’s Nick. Can you give me a call when you get a minute?” Nick hopes that maybe if she didn’t want to talk to Cal, she would return his call. He also wonders at their relationship; he read their reports from Moldova, it sounded like a lot of crazy shit went down there.

Cal is now concerned; it is Tuesday and no word from Emily. He left a message and two texts, the last one threatening to come over if she didn’t respond. That evening after shift he heads to her apartment. Banging on the door he calls her name. There is no answer, he listens and hears no sounds from inside. He bangs on the door again, “Byrne! Open the door or I’ll break it down.” He bangs again, “Come on!” “Ok ok!” he hears her yell back. A few moments later the locks click. Emily blocks the door, but Cal pushes on by.

“Byrne, what’s going on!?” “What!?” she asks back. He turns away from her and walks farther into the apartment. He sees the needles on the table, he takes two quick steps and grabs one. Lifting it up he looks at her. She’s followed him over near the table. “What the Hell are you doing?” She doesn’t answer, but just stares at him. He looks back down at the table, grabbing the vial and reading the label. His expression turns to shock, “Are you trying to kill yourself!” “No!” she answers back. “I’m trying to remember!” He looks at the vial again. “Are you using this as a truth serum?” Her non answer answers that for him. “This shit is dangerous and unpredictable. It causes death, Hell it’s used in Euthanasia. What the Hell are you thinking.”

“I’m thinking I need to remember! If I had remembered I would have known Doctor Oduwale was dangerous and I could have protected Flynn. If I had remembered, I may have stopped him from creating the others. Me not remembering is getting more people hurt.” Her body gives up and she slides down the wall folding her knees up in front of her. He sets the vial down and kneels in front of her. Before he can speak, she attacks him. “You have no idea what I’m going through.” “I have no idea?” he responds his voice somewhere between a growl and a whisper. He starts to unbutton his shirt. Emily smacks his hands away, “What are you doing?” He stands up and continues to unbutton his shirt practically ripping at the buttons. He throws the dress shirt down and quickly pulls the undershirt over his head. He kneels back down. “I have no idea?” he asks her.

Emily’s eyes go wide. She slowly reaches her arm out, her fingertips grazing the large scars across his torso. Cal’s stomach, upper thigh and midway up his chest are marked with thick linear scars half to two thirds across the width of his body. “POW,” is all he says. Her fingertips catch over the marred skin as she runs them up and down his body. Thick linear markings, not from a knife, no, they are too thick, but from what she wonders. She’s seen so many bodies marked in death, but nothing like this. Her eyes drift up to meet his and he looks almost timid. “God, what did they do to you?” she whispers. He swallows, “Electric cables,” he’s barely able to get out. “Uh, we were captured north of Tbilisi. They wanted information. They asked for the information.” He leaves the story at that.

Emily can’t fight anymore. Her high wore off an hour ago and her stability is returning after her trip with the sodium pentothal. She pulls her hand back and curls her arms around her legs dropping her face into her knees. “Hey,” Cal whispers, his fight is gone also. “Let’s get up.” He unfolds her arms and pulls her up. “Have you eaten anything?” “Earlier, but I’m not hungry, I just want to lie down.” They walk into her bedroom. Cal clears the files and book off her bed and pulls back the covers for her. She grabs onto his hand a pleading look in her eyes. He crawls over her and onto the other side of the bed. He kicks his shoes off and tugs the covers out from under himself and gets in behind her. His right arm bends over her body with his hand resting on her collar bone and shoulder. She moves her left hand over his to hold on to his hand.

They are silent for several minutes. “I am not sure what I want us to be.” Emily says. Cal is confused, but she continues. “I don’t know if we’re friends, partners, lovers…” She lets her thought trail off. Cal slides his hand down over her heart, her left hand follows. His thumb starts caressing her chest, then his fingers, in small patterns back and forth. His hand continues down until it finds the hem of her shirt lifting it up and sliding his hand across her bare stomach. Her breath speeds up. He continues gently stroking her stomach and across her ribs. Emily rotates her body towards him, and his hand follows around to her back. Her hands come to his face and they lock eyes for several moments before she says anything. “What do you want us to be?” she asks tentatively. “Everything,” he breathes out almost immediately. She understands so much meaning in that one word and it scares her. “Anything you want me to be,” he confesses.

She slides closer, her forehead rests against his, still looking into each other’s eyes. “Why would you give yourself to me?” “Because you deserve it. What you went through, and you are stronger for it. You are amazing and you deserve someone to take care of you and protect you forever.” His right hand finds her face gently tracing her cheek bone with his thumb. Several more moments pass before she responds. Never letting go of his face and keeping their foreheads together she slides her knee across his waist to straddle him. “Don’t let me fall,” she pleads. “Never,” he assures her.

Her lips find his, not tentatively, but confidently and he immediately kisses her back. The kiss he wanted to give her, well Hell since Moldova, but honestly since that night they blew off some steam behind that industrial park off Route 10. He was right, she is amazing, and he would give her anything, be anything, that she wants. Cal’s hands travel down her shoulders over her back and pull the bottom of the shirt up. Emily sits up to allow it over her head, then comes back down to his lips. His hand grasps her back. He felt her scars, he saw them in Moldova, but now he can feel them, the jagged marks across her back. He grips her tighter. Neither one stops or says another word, their bodies continue to do the talking together. Hands gripping, lips searching, eyes meeting culminating in gentle love making.

Resting side by side, Emily’s hand skims over his scars. “Tell me what happened.” “There was a team of 6 of us, all SEALS, we had moved in basic recon for a base near Tbilisi. I don’t know if we were unlucky or they knew we were coming because all of a sudden we were surrounded. There was some gun fire, one guy,” he pauses as he remembers, “Rasmussen, was hit. They made it clear they wanted us alive and we were pinned down, so we surrendered. We were holed up in a warehouse building. They left Rasmussen in with us. His wound wasn’t severe, but it got infected and the moaning and agony of listening to him was just one more thing they used to break us down.” He isn’t sure he can continue. He has tried to put this behind him, but he wants to tell her, he wants her to understand some of his backstory. When he doesn’t immediately continue, Emily asks, “How long?” “A couple weeks; maybe 5 or 6. It just seemed like one really long day when we were there. Little to no sleep, round the clock interruptions, torture, lack of food and water, the usual techniques of interrogation.”

“But this,” Emily asks still tracing the lines of his scars. “Electrical cables. I was strapped to a table and they were laid over me. The first time they caught my shirt on fire, so after that I was stripped naked. They would ask questions then when there was no answer, they would turn on the power. About a week after Rasmussen’s death another guy, Bridge, started making a shive from a piece of plastic pipe he was able to get. We were all motivated thinking maybe we could still fight and get out of this. But once he was done, he stabbed himself in the neck with it. My restraints wouldn’t let me reach him, he was about 12 inches from me, and I couldn’t get my hands far enough over to put pressure on his neck to stop the bleeding. I watched the color drain from his body and his eyes go cold. We were rescued about two weeks later.”

Emily’s fingertips feather along his jaw and he finally turns from staring at the ceiling to look at her. “You’re beautiful you know. Inside and out,” she tells him. He rolls to his side, lifting the sheet between them so his body could rest on top of hers. No more talking. Their lips find each other. This time it isn’t as slow and gentle, there is no feeling out process, there was just need.

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