13th arrest | voice | i'm breaking down and you're breathing slowly

[thiswallinside]

So, having curse sex with Castle hasn't really changed much. I mean granted, it was only a few days ago, and I've been holed up with paperwork trying to figure out what kind of funds we can pull together to build a new prison. Plus I haven't been laid in way too long.

But when they show it in the movies, people having sex on a desk? It looks a lot sexier than in reality. I have this kink in my back that's not going to be coming out without some real work on it.

And I was actually surprised, because Castle apparently isn't all bluster. He's definitely a manslut though, with how he knows his way around a woman--oh my God. Shut up, Beckett. Shut up, shut up, shut up.

[fumbling. with. device.]

Filter, please come on, if Alexis sees this-- shit! It was bound to happen, and everyone kind of knew that, it's just I didn't want to admit it-- stupid curses!

[still more fumbling.]

At least there was protection, right? [hands clamped over mouth, but audible if you listen:] And the handcuffs were readily available, which is such a cheesy cop stereotype but hey I was just using what I had available to me...

[/end voice]

[ooc; Cursed with My Dirty Little Secret, to reveal her roll in the hay with Castle during Jet Fighters and Punches!]

Comments

[cuffyoutwice.livejournal.com]

Glad I could fuel your smut, Castle. Just, that one move? With the thing? That's mine, it goes nowhere. Not into print, or any little cute anecdotes, you got me?

I can't even believe this. You have fifteen more minutes of my curse to get facts out of me. You'd better get what you want and write it all up because after that, I might just sew your mouth shut.

[cuffmeonce.livejournal.com]

That one stays in my journal. Just for me.

Oooh that one might smart. You'd miss the verbal sparring.

[cuffyoutwice.livejournal.com]

Good. Glad you liked it, at least.

You're right. Maybe we'll make it a ball gag with a padlock and I'll wear the key around.

Jesus-- stop it!

[cuffmeonce.livejournal.com]

Awwww Kate. Admit it now. You like it when I use my mouth.

How much longer until I should start running?

[cuffyoutwice.livejournal.com]

I don't have to admit anything. But you're not unskilled, Castle.

Running isn't going to help you anyway. But there's still about ten minutes left.

[cuffmeonce.livejournal.com]

[Insert cocky smiling here]

No but if I run you'll chase me.

[cuffyoutwice.livejournal.com]

Yeah and I'll catch you, too. You're not that fast, kitten.

[cuffmeonce.livejournal.com]

Oooohohoho we're back to Kitten.

No point in running if you're not going to get caught, Sweetcheeks.

[cuffyoutwice.livejournal.com]

Time's up, Castle. I've got paperwork to get back to. I'll play 'torture the writer' later.

[cuffmeonce.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles at her]

Goodnight, Kate.

[cuffyoutwice.livejournal.com]

Night. [And off goes her device, finally.]