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"And then I told the guy I wanted mushrooms. But his mushrooms didn't mushroom the way mushrooms do. So I told the guy I wanted to-wanted to get his mushrooms, but he said..." Dad rambles off, continuing not to make any sense at all.

He had too many drinks for Thanksgiving and now he's drunk.

Castle and Riley sit beside each other with their elbows on their thighs, leaning forward, carefully listening to every word Dad says even though it's utter bullshit.

"...but then I sat on the mushrooms, and it turned out mushrooms are not to be satten on. So I get up and walked towards the other mushroom that looked sat-able. And guess what?"

"What?" Riley and Castle ask together.

"That mushroom was not to be satten on too!" Dad exclaims.

I groan. Dad rarely ever gets drunk and when he does, he's a lot to handle.

I'm super glad Castle is finally comfortable though. When Dad showed signs of getting drunk, he tensed up. He stayed near Camille's side for an hour before he eventually eased up, reassuring himself that Dad was not going to hurt anyone.

I can't even imagine my dad hurting anyone the way Castle's father did.

A feeling of deep happiness rests in my chest that Castle trusts Dad. Moreover, maybe the drunk version of Dad will replace Castle's memories of his drunk dad.

Dad gets up off the couch, stumbling towards the table. "I need something to drink."

"Here." Mom hands him a cup.

He holds the cup with both his hands, peering inside. "Is this vodka?"

"Yes."

A happy look comes on his face before he gulps the entire cup in one go. He smiles sweetly at my mom, giving her a thumbs up. "This vodka tastes tasty."

'It's water', She mouths to me.

Jules is sitting on the last couch, looking near to falling asleep as she slowly takes small sips of her wine.

Camille is sitting beside Mom, laughing when Dad tries to stick his face into the cup to lick the last drops of water. He ends up crushing the cup with his head instead.

He blinks at the cup before a grin comes on his face. He looks at Mom, giving her a smug look. "I'm Superman."

"He's so cute." Riley says to me, giving an 'awww' look.

I'm looking at Castle though, trying to gauge his reactions and making sure he really is alright. There's a tiny smile on his face, light in his eyes.

Dad proceeds to trip over his own two feet as he walks towards Castle. Castle straightens himself, a hint of wariness appearing in his eyes. Dad grabs his shoulders, making him flinch. I stand to intervene.

"You're so beautiful." Dad breathes out, peering at his face.

Castle stops moving.

Dad's hands move from his shoulders to his cheeks, squishing them. "I get sooooo happy when I see your face. It's nice. It's a really nice face."

I move to pull him away from Castle but stop when I see the tiny hint of amusement on Castle's smushed face.

"I really like you. Sometimes I'm glad Holly failed that test because that brought you into this house. You're a good influence on her." Dad moves his hands from Castle's face to pat his head. "You're like a son to me. That makes you Holly's older brother. How nice is that! We're one big happy family!"

It takes two seconds for Dad's words to slap me in the face.

What the fuck? Holly's older brother?

Castle and I wear matching expressions of horror.

Behind me, Mom, Riley and Camille burst out laughing.

Castle meets my eyes and opens his mouth, but I shake my head, indicating that we'll talk later.

Dad leaves Castle and turns around. He stumbles back when he sees me standing right behind him. He brings his hand up to his chest. "You scared the crackers of me, Holly." Then he points his finger at me. "You're always scaring me. Since the moment I found out about you, you always scare me."

He steps forward, too close that his chest hits my head. Before I can step back though, he wraps his arms around me. "You little brat. My wife popped out a little brat."

I roll my eyes. "You're the bigger brat."

His hand comes on my head, smoothing down my hair.

I try stepping back but he tightens his arms around me. "Let me go!" I try pulling back.

"When I found out you were in your mom's tummy, I got so scared. When her stomach got big, I got scared again. When you came out, I got scared again too. When you became this little cute little fluffy little girl, I got scared again. You were so cute. I would kill anyone who hurt you."

"That's great, Dad. Really great. Now, let me go! You're messing up my hair!"

"I wanted to lock you away so no one can dare put their eyes on you. You were so annoying. You cried all the damn time. Sometimes, I wanted to chuck you away."

Remember, Holly. He's your dad. You can't punch him.

"I was just a boy when you came. I thought I ruined your mom's life with my stupid careless mistake." He starts rocking us back and forth and by now, I give up trying to escape his arms. "Sometimes, at night I nearly cry when I think about what you, me and your mom went through. Because of my mistake."

A quiet sigh escapes my lips. My parents had me when they were barely out of high school. Mom's parents were supportive of them, but not Dad's. They refused to let Mom see Dad ever again. So he ran away.

I can't imagine how hard it must've been for them. That's the reason why Dad's so protective of me around guys.

"I'm so happy now though, that we're so happy and that everything's working out."

"It won't be anymore if you keep suffocating me and I die."

"You talk too much." He says, before finally pulling away. He looks at my face then a smile spreads across his mouth. He brings his lips together and puckers them out, bringing them to my head. I twist around and yank away from him.

"Too much affection for one night," I grumble.

I turn around to head back to my place when I catch Castle's eye. He has a thoughtful look on his face as he looks at Dad. Mom and Camille are silent. Jules is nearly snoring in her little corner.

The silence gets too loud in the room.

"Wanna dance?" Riley speaks out.

"Oh, I love dancing!" Dad cheers, stumbling in his place as he fights to stand upright.

She wastes no second, heading towards the speaker. Loud music fills the house. My muscles, used to the beat and rhythm are instantly amped up, ready to dance.

Dad runs over to Mom, grabbing her arm and pulling her sloppily towards him. She rolls her eyes, following him to the middle of the living room.

I look at Castle to see him smiling as he watches my parents.

Riley pulls me up too and soon, we're dancing in sync. In between, we go ahead and pull Castle too. He furiously keeps shaking his head, glaring at me. Camille shouts at him to move his butt, but he stubbornly stands between me and Riley, erect as a whiteboard.

A few moments later, Dad stumbles into him. He grabs Castle's hands and yanks him around, making him do a staggering-tripping dance. Camille and I laugh our asses off noting the look on Castle's face that screams, 'Get me out of here!'

When Dad crashes himself and Castle into a standing lamp, that's when we knew we had to put Dad to sleep.

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"You can order dinner or eat the leftovers in the fridge," Dad says, straightening his tie in the mirror near the door. He's dressed immaculately in a black suit with shiny shoes, paired with his silver cuff links. His dark hair is swept back, allowing a few strands to fall over his forehead.

A few minutes later, Mom comes out of her room, wearing a long sleeveless red dress with a short black lace jacket on top. Half her hair is pinned up with a sparkling clip.

They're going on a dinner date.

"I'll make sure to eat," I assure Dad.

"Okay then." He looks at me and smiles. "See you later."

"Don't be up waiting." Mom kisses my cheek, her sweet perfume filling my nose.

I nod at her.

When they finally leave, I lock the door then pull out my phone.

Me: they just left

Me: wanna come over? I'm home alone

Castle: I'll be there after putting mom and William to sleep

Till the time Castle comes, I decide to order pizza for dinner.

I prepare our video games, drinks, popcorn and blankets. I even crank up the heater a bit because Castle gets cold. By the time I'm done, the doorbell rings.

Opening the door, I see it's the pizza guy. Taking the pizza from him, I hand him the cash. I'm waving him bye when someone catches the corner of my eye. I look to the side and nearly drop my pizza to the ground.

Sean's sitting outside on the porch of his house. There's a bloody welt across his cheekbone. He's facing ahead, barely looking in my direction. His face is pink from the cold and he's wearing only a T-shirt and jeans. His shoes are missing. I'm not sure if he's pretending to not have seen me or purposefully ignoring me.

I should talk to him.

I should go back inside and shut the door.

My chest feels heavy all of a sudden and I feel torn. It's been weeks since I've talked to him. It's purely on instinct that I almost call out his name, to see if he's alright. To see if there's still a bit of soul left in him.

I can help him.

I can save him.

I can make sure he never gets hurt again.

But he pushed me away. He disrespected me and degraded me. He went after the guy I liked and threatened him.

There's only so much I can do for him after that.

I don't realize I'm letting all the cold wind inside the house. I don't realize I'm still standing at the doorway, staring—until his eyes flick in my direction. I nearly flinch.

He looks over at me, his face void of any emotion or expression. The blood on his cheek was so long dried, making it look like a giant dry crack on his skin. Those empty blue eyes watch me, barely blinking, as if waiting to see what I do. My grip tightens on the pizza box.

Lowering my gaze, I pull the door shut.

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"I want to try alcohol."

We're currently sitting on the couch with our video game controllers when Castle murmurs quietly under his breath, making my eyes shoot wide open.

I whip my body towards him, my eyebrows halfway up my forehead. "What?"

He presses his lips together before speaking again. "I—I want to try alcohol."

"You?" I ask.

He nods.

I don't know how to react. Am I even hearing him right? "You want to try alcohol?"

He hesitates, biting his lip before giving a nod.

I furrow my eyebrows, my head not seeming to wrap around his words. "Why?"

He shrugs, looking away from me.

"Did something happen?"

"No." He shakes his head. He looks up at me again. "I just...I wanna see what type of a drunk would I be."

I blink at him.

He notices that I'm waiting for a clearer explanation, so he stammers as he says, "I-I just wanna see if I'm a...good drunk or a bad drunk. My father got abusive when he was drunk but your father—he was different. He was happy and fun. You turn extra demon-y and flirty when you're drunk." He gives a one-shoulder shrug. "I want to see what type of a drunk am I."

"That's the only reason?"

He nods.

"Phew." I breathe out.

He furrows his eyebrows in question.

"I thought you were entering depression or something," I explain.

He shrugs again.

"Are you really sure you want to try alcohol?" I ask.

He looks hesitant but it's only for a beat before he nods.

"Alright." I stand from the couch, stretching my cramped legs. "I'll go get a bottle."

A few minutes later, we're sitting on the couch facing each other as Castle holds a glass in front of him with clear liquid inside.

He sniffs it and grimaces at the smell. "Which one is it?"

"Moonshine," I respond, holding my own glass.

He looks down at the drink again, gently twirling the glass between his hands. A soft furrow creases his forehead. "What if I'm a bad drunk?"

"You won't be," I assure him.

"What if I hurt you?"

A laugh shoots out of my mouth at that. "You can't. You're not strong enough."

"Right." He sighs.

"Don't think too much about it. Getting drunk is pretty fun most of the time. It's like you're on cloud nine and everything is a fun dream."

"Was abusing me a fun dream for my father?"

"He's an asshole," I say, sharply. "Even without the alcohol, he would've done the same if he was pushed too far. You're nothing like him. On the other hand, even I wanna see what type of a drunk you are."

He glances at the Moonshine before giving a slow nod. "Let's do this then."

I hold out my glass towards him. He reluctantly clinks his glass against mine. I waste no second, tipping my head back and gulping the entire thing in one go. The sweet burn of it goes down my throat, tingling in my stomach. When I look back ahead, Castle's staring at me.

"What?"

"You drank that so fast."

"It's a shot glass, Castle. You're supposed to drink it in one go."

He looks back at his glass and I know what's he going to do so I quickly stop him. "You're tasting alcohol for the first time so do not do what I just did. Drink it slowly, taking your time."

He nods at me before bringing the glass to his mouth. Very slowly, he takes a tiny sip. A wince crosses his face when the alcohol reaches his throat. The wince turns into a full grimace as he makes a 'blegh' face.

"People actually like drinking this?" He croaks.

"It gets better with each sip. Take another one."

A wince is already on his face as he takes another sip. Another grimace appears on his expression.

"How much more do I need to drink to get drunk?"

I shrug. "Depends on your tolerance. For you, I'm guessing three-to-four of those."

He gives a half-hearted look, before taking another tiny sip.

"I can't believe you chug this thing while dancing and not die." He comments.

I shrug. "Like I said a million times—I'm amazing."

He takes another sip, this time only a small furrow appears between his brows.

"You're too cocky for your own good," he says.

"I'm not cocky. I'm confident." I retort, filling up my shot glass again. "There's a difference."

He takes another sip. Then another, until he's done with his first glass.

"How was it?" I peer at his reaction.

He slightly tilts his head, giving me a nod. "Not bad after a few sips."

"That sounds good." I fill up his glass again.

He drinks it with much larger sips this time.

I cock my head, gauging his eyes and expressions for any change as he continues drinking. He's not wincing anymore so I guess he's used to the taste by now.

A smile curls onto my lips and I pick up the Moonshine bottle. "Want some more?"

His reply comes a beat too late because I'm already pouring him another glass. He darts his eyes away from me, as if he's suddenly nervous, and takes a sip.

When he's done with the glass, I pour him another one.

Minutes pass by in silence. I keep watching the clock to track the time. Nearly twenty minutes have passed since his first sip. He drinks slowly. When he's done, I pour him another one again. He doesn't say anything to object or accept. I didn't pour that for him to drink anyways.

"Castle."

His reply comes a second later as if my voice reached out to him late. He looks at me.

I bite my bottom lip to hide a grin, before speaking. "What do you think about me?"

He furrows his eyebrows. "What?"

"What do you really think about me? Satan jokes apart."

He stares at me long and hard as if he can't understand what I'm saying. "What I think about you...let me see..." He mumbles those words to himself as if he can't speak louder. "You're a bitch."

My face drops. I narrow my eyes at him.

"But you're good too. It's like you're...you're evil but you're also...good." He trips over his words, jumbling them together.

A smile cracks my face as he slurs.

"You're really hot too—" He cuts himself short as if the words came out of his mouth without his comprehension. His eyes widen. "I—I mean, you're not bad looking."

A laugh bubbles out of me. "I'm really hot, huh?"

He frowns. "I don't—I don't know where that came from." He looks down at his drink. "Is this taking over me already?"

"Keep drinking." I urge him softly.

He frowns at the glass for a while before taking another sip. This time he gulps the remaining thing in one go. A breath escapes his mouth. His cheeks start looking a little flushed. He stares at me before squinting his eyes. He shakes his head once—twice. His hand comes up to his forehead. "I might...I might need some water." 

He stands up and sways, nearly tipping over onto his knees.

I chuckle, standing up to help him. I take a step forward and realize I'm slightly intoxicated too because my head spins a bit as I move. 

"There you go." I place his arm around my shoulders, guiding him to the kitchen. He walks lousily, stumbling the whole way like he forgot how to walk. I have a hard time keeping my balance too. 

"Do you feel alright?" I ask.

"I feel weird." He admits.

"It's alright." I give his waist a squeeze. "You'll feel fantastic in a few minutes."

We reach the kitchen. I make him sit on a stool to grab a glass, but then stop myself. He said he wanted to get drunk. If I give him water, the process will slow down.

I walk over to Castle who is squinting at everything around him.

"You sure you want water?" I ask as I near him. "You said you wanted to get drunk. Drinking water will slow the process down."

He doesn't react to my words. He's looking around slowly and long. Is he even listening to me?

I step towards him until I'm almost standing in between his knees. Even on the stool, his head is a few centimetres above mine. "Are you listening to me?"

Castle looks at me, his eyes slightly squinting. His head tilts to the side.

"I asked if you really wanted water."

"You're so gorgeous." He says softly.

I stop short, my eyebrows raising. "What?"

"You're so pretty." He raises his hands and places one of them haphazardly on my cheek, running his fingers on my skin. His other hand comes on my shoulder. "I can't believe your mine."

A smile spreads across my face. "You're really hot too, Castle. Like sooo hot." The last sentence comes out of my mouth without my comprehension. Jesus. I didn't even drink that much.

A flush creeps up his neck and his mouth stretches into a grin.

The sight has my heart faltering for a second.

"No one's ever called me hot before," he says.

"They're too shy to tell you," I reply.

He shakes his head. "Everyone hates me."

A furrow appears between my eyebrows. "No, they don't."

He nods his head, his hand coming down on my other shoulder from my face. "They all hate me. My father. Those peop—people from school. Sean."

"They don't matter."

He closes his eyes. "It hurts."

"They really don't matter, Castle. I like you. I really like you."

At that, a wide smile appears on his face that emphasizes his smile lines. He gives me a cute boyish look as he peers at me. "You really like me?" 

I nod.

"Me?" He places a hand on his chest.

I laugh. "Yes. You."

His smile gets impossibly wider. He leans forward, his lips puckering out. Surprise flashes on my face because this is the first time Castle's ever made the first move. A feeling of excitement pools in my stomach as his hands come around me, pulling me to him.

His mouth comes on mine. I expected a sloppy, childish kiss from him but instead, his lips are firm as they mould against mine. His hands travel from my shoulders to my waist, gripping them. His tongue comes out to meet mine. I can taste the alcohol on his breath. I almost take the lead, like how I always do, but then his hands slip under my shirt.

Shock has my hands faltering that were raking through his hair.

He doesn't falter for a second though, his warm hands gripping my waist, rubbing circles on my skin with his thumb.

I momentarily pull away from the kiss to see his eyes are hooded. There's redness on his cheeks but I don't think that's because he's blushing. Before I can stare for too long, Castle jerks me towards him, his mouth coming down on me in a deep, hard kiss. One of his hands comes to the back of my head, the other one exploring the skin beneath my shirt.

I don't know what to think as Castle's tongue swirls around mine—except that holy shit, he's hot, like really hot. If I knew that alcohol would take all his shyness away and make him this bold, I would've persuaded him to drink long ago. My mind gets hazier and my legs weaker as seconds pass by. 

The hand that's under my shirt roams over my back, passing by the wings of my bra one too many times. Desire pools low in my stomach and I press up against him, rubbing my breasts against his chest. Castle fists the back of my hair, holding my head still as his mouth literally devours me. A certain part of my body terribly starts aching with need as he continues relishing my mouth.

I should stop this. We're both not in the right state of mind. I go ahead to push him away but instead, my hand fists the fabric of his hoodie. 

Noooo, Holly. Bad Holly. Stop this. 

I flatten my palms to push him away again but sigh when he bites my bottom lip.

I like this. He's so bold right now and it's so hot. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to carry this a bit ahead—Nooooo, stop. 

You have to stop this. Even if he feels soooo fucking amazing right now—my chest starts heaving slightly. I rub my front against him. Another sigh escapes my lips. 

"You feel so good against me," I whisper. 

But I need more. More friction. More contact. Probably fewer clothes. I wrench my mouth away from his.

"Touch me." I breathe out, without thinking.

His hand continues trailing along my back. "Not there." My breaths are short as I grab his other hand and place it over one of my breasts above my shirt. "Here." 

He stares at his hand blankly—then his eyes widen as if he just realized where it's resting. I expect him to jump away from me, or yelp but he doesn't do any of that. Instead, he stares. My chest rises and falls into his hand as I breathe heavily. When he doesn't stop staring, I tilt his head up with my finger to meet his eyes. A wicked smile comes on my face as I give him my most lustful look. "Why stop?"

He gazes at me, his eyes glancing back and forth from my chest to my lips. When he makes no movement, I lean forward and peck his lips. Still no reaction. His mouth lays slightly parted open, his eyes glazed with a look I can't comprehend. I almost let out a giggle at his face.

"What's wrong?"

"I want to see you." He says, softly.

"You are," I reply.

He shakes his head, his hand moving from my breast to the hem of my shirt. Realization hits me. My eyes widen momentarily. Whenever we made out, our clothes never left. Mainly, because Castle is really shy. Now that he's asking me...to take off my clothes—holy shit, this is sudden.

"The alcohol really made you bold, didn't it?" I tease.

He stares at me.

"If you want my clothes gone," I whisper against his mouth, hovering my lips right above his. "Take them off yourself." Saying that, I pull away from him.

He almost tips ahead from the stool without my support. Shooting him a flirty smile, I saunter toward the living room—more like stumble and trip myself to the living room. God, Moonshine was a bad idea. I'm already out of my mind. 

I'm so glad we decided to shut off the lights while playing video games. There's only a small lamp in the corner emanating a soft yellow glow. I make myself comfortable on the couch, snuggling my back into the cushions.

A few minutes later, Castle appears, slightly stumbling and staggering. His eyes find mine and a breath escapes his mouth. He moves towards me, a soft look on his face as he watches me. He stops right in front of me, between my knees, looking down.

"You look so gorgeous, Holly." He mumbles softly.

A smile finds my mouth.

"Your hair looks like an angel's."

"I thought I was Satan."

He shakes his head. "You're beautiful." He tries to sit beside me, finding his way with his hands in a sort of comical way. Finally, he flops down beside me. His hand comes on my thigh, pulling it over his legs. He tries moving me around but clearly can't, so I move for him, sliding my leg across his thighs, until I'm straddling him.

"You're so weak, Castle." I giggle, running my hands across his face.

"And you're so strong." He replies. "Like a sumo-wrestler." 

The dim light of the room makes his eyes look enthralling. He stares at me on his lap, his eyes moving from my face to my breasts, my stomach then to the center between my thighs. His stare makes a small shiver run down my spine. It's been so long since I've been laid.

"You have me on your lap now, Castle," I whisper, a deep low feeling of excitement pooling in my stomach. "What are you going to do about it?"

His tongue comes out, slowly, running along his bottom lip. I want to bite his tongue and suck on it. He's still staring at me as he leans closer, placing his lips on my throat. He licks my skin at the curve between my neck and shoulder. My eyes flutter shut as he leisurely takes his time, biting and licking my skin. His hands run up and down my thighs and the aching need between them intensifies. Needing more contact, I push my front against his, pressing my breasts to his chest. In doing so, my center comes directly over his groin. A gasp leaves his lips.

A hard swell grows underneath me, nudging my center through my leggings. Castle stares at me with desire in his eyes. There's no hesitation, no nervousness, nothing but plain desire and lust in his eyes.

So, I roll my hips, eliciting a groan from his mouth. When I move my hips again, he wrenches his mouth from mine, tipping his head back onto the couch. His hard-on gets bigger and needy. His glasses slip halfway down his nose. He looks so fucking good right now. Mine. He's all mine.

A random thought comes to me. I was going to stop something, wasn't I? I was going to stop something really important. Global Warming? Cancer? 

My lips come over Castle's throat, running my tongue from his jaw to the base of his neck. I feel soooo horny right now, I wanna eat this guy up. Like literally. I wanna fill him in my stomach so he's inside me all the time.

I roll my hips over his dick again. He squeezes his eyes shut, groaning out loud. His hands squeeze my thighs. Aching with need, my body starts bounding up and down, up and down, up and down, each time dragging my center slowly and torturously over his erection. My clit starts throbbing as I increase my speed.

"Oh fuck." Castle gasps, throwing his head back, his hands tightly gripping my thighs.

His curse heightens my arousal. A certain desperation comes over me. There's fire igniting in my stomach. My nipples turn erect, stinging to be released out in the open.

"Touch me." The words unknowingly come out of my mouth in a demand. His hands immediately come over my waist, running them up and down my sides. "More—other places—touch me more." His hands roam over my back, his nails slightly raking over my skin. "More, Castle. Mor—" His mouth slams onto mine, silencing me. Oh wow.

His hands grip my hips, moving them along as I continue grinding and crushing my center over his erection. There's wetness slicking out onto my thighs. My clit throbs—pulsates. My hands grip his shoulders. Our tongues stroke together, lapping over each other's mouths as if we're going to evaporate if we don't go fast enough. I nearly pull my mouth away to give him another command, but before I can, his hands travel from my hips and slip inside the front of my shirt. He trails his fingers over the skin on my stomach. Shivers rack through my body when he cups my breasts over my bra.

"Do it." I urge him, my voice coming out throaty and hoarse. "You know what I mean."

He squeezes my breasts. A moan escapes my mouth.

"Don't stop." I pant. My speed increases, rubbing and grinding against his dick. He massages my breasts between his hands, his long fingers pinching and rubbing over my bra. I grind myself against him hard and fast. Short bursts of pants drive out of his mouth with each stroke. He kneads my breasts harder to the point where it starts hurting.

Heavy desire and lust pool in my stomach and thrum beneath my skin, almost bringing me on the verge of exploding. His glasses start fogging up, his sweet noises getting deeper and thick.

"Som-Something's happening." Castle's groan sounds low and throaty.

"Let it happen," I breathe out.

My pace picks up, my hands bracing against the back of the couch. Castle starts withering against me, his moans getting louder. I cut off his noises with my mouth, biting his lip. He shakes my mouth away. Instead, clamping his teeth on my neck. He trails his lips from my neck to my collarbone, close to the valley of my breasts. His tongue flicks out to lick the exposed skin of the top of my breast. Oh wow. He's good. My breaths get heavier each time he licks me, slowly inching his lips lower until his mouth reaches my bra. He bites me there, making my back arch. I push my chest closer to his mouth and he understands, placing open-mouthed kisses all over my exposed skin.

My hips move faster, stringing a part of me from inside taunt and tight. Castle must've been feeling the same because whimpers that sound like soft cries escape his mouth. His hands are still on my breasts, moulding and squeezing them together. His hands feel so good on me. I wanna stay in his hands forever. He starts moving his hips too to meet me halfway. It takes a few seconds, but we're in sync, grinding and panting as we drive out our desires and needs.

Sweat starts gathering on the back of my neck. Castle's moans get louder, his eyes squeezing shut. When I feel like I can't go any faster—he cries out.

Castle throws his head back, jerking against me. Wetness seeps through his sweatpants. "Holy shit—fuck...fuck—" he continues swearing, gasping. His Adam Apple bobs, his body tight and tense. I stop moving, completely in awe at the sight of him.

Our chests heave frantically, panting in sync. After he's done coming, he heaves out a small cry of relief, looking down at himself. I look down too to see the growing stain of wetness on his pants.

"Looks...like you...had an accident." I giggle, breathily.

He looks up at me, his face red and flushed. "That...that was..."

"Amazing?"

He shakes his head but stops then nods. "Scary. Amazing. W-What was that?"

I put my hands on his face, cupping his jaw, pecking his lips. "That was hot. You're so hot." I squish his cheeks between my hands. "You're so pretty, Castle."

This time, he blushes.

I look down again and another giggle escapes my mouth. "You might wanna clean that up," I say and slide off him, pulling him up to his feet. Staggering and stumbling, I leave him in the bathroom to clean himself before walking into my parents' room to grab my dad's extra clothes.

There's still a slow thrum of arousal dancing beneath my skin but watching Castle come in his pants was like tasting heaven itself. Yet, I still want more. I need more.

Baddd Holly. You're so bad when you become friends with alcohol. But Alcohol is such a good friend. It always makes me feel good. 

Soon though. Soon. 

I carry the spare sweatpants and boxers to the bathroom and slide my hand through the gap between the slightly open door. He takes them from me, and I walk over to the living room and spot the Moonshine bottle.

No more, Holly. No more. 

Just one more sip won't hurt. 

Nope. Nope. Nope.

Just one more sip.

No.

I pick up the Moonshine bottle with giddy fingers. I take a sip directly from the bottle, relishing the sweet burn down my throat.

Sighing, I lean back against the couch. There's still the pulsing, throbbing need between my legs. I bring my hand over my leggings, rubbing slow circles around my clit to release some of the tension. The action backfires on me though when it throbs further instead. A small groan leaves my mouth and I quicken my fingers, circling and rubbing. My thighs slightly jerk when I rub all the right spots. My eyes fall shut as my fingers quicken. Lustful energy burns under my skin and I find that I desperately need a release. I slip my hand into my leggings, my finger flicking my clit, before circling my opening. I'm already really wet with what went down between Castle and me. I spread the wetness around my opening, slicking my finger with it. Once that's done, I move to slip it inside.

"What are you doing?" Castle asks, standing right above me.

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Words: 5,600

Date of publishing: 17th June 2033