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!]

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[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

[There's a pause.]

Right.

[cuffyoutwice.livejournal.com]

...I'm way off base right now, aren't I? [She chuckles wryly. At least she's not talking about her escapades anymore.]

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Not... I'm sorry. I don't mean to bother you with my problems, Detective.

[cuffyoutwice.livejournal.com]

It's no bother, and maybe it'll help if you call me Kate. I can't promise to empathize completely with you, and I don't have a lot of experience understanding how having extraordinary traits would affect a person's life. But I'm pretty good at just listening, if you want to talk, mara.

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[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

I haven't been able to have sex since my... death. I don't know what's wrong with me - I get close, but I start to panic.

[private]

[cuffyoutwice.livejournal.com]

Oh, Mara. Can you tell what exactly makes you panic? You don't have to tell me, of course. But if it's psychological, maybe you can get some help.

[private]

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

I don't know. I only started going out again recently. And that scares me enough.

[private]

[cuffyoutwice.livejournal.com]

It's normal, though I don't know if that's reassuring. You could be suffering from PTSD or something similar. I'm not sure that it necessarily affects sex drive, but any other questions I might ask would be pretty intrusive.

Is there anything I can do for you? I might be able to find someone for you to talk to, through the station. Someone that could actually help, I mean.

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[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

I... I just don't know. My life still feels... very hazardous most of the time.

[private]

[cuffyoutwice.livejournal.com]

Well. It's up to you. Drop me a line if you change your mind. Or if you need to talk again.