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I jump, nearly screaming, my eyes flying open. I look up to see Castle standing directly above me, a confused look on his face.

"Geez Castle." I snatch my hand away from my pants, placing it on my heart. "I thought you were Dad. He'd die if he saw me then all the money will disappear!"

Even if we don't have any money I still love my dad soooo much. He's the best person in the whole world! He's annoying too but he's really nice. 

I look down to see Castle's changed into my Dad's sweatpants. I didn't expect him to clean himself up that fast.

I sit up straight, and nearly wince when I feel the wetness slick between my thighs. I momentarily forgot about that. Out of instinct, I grab a tissue from the coffee table and wipe my finger clean.

Castle's still standing, staring at me.

"Are you alright?" I ask him.

He tilts his head. "What were you doing?"

"Trying to find relief that you interrupted by scaring the shit out of me," I grumble.

I grab the Moonshine bottle, taking a sip from it to calm my nerves. Distantly, my mind's screaming a warning at me, but I can't comprehend it over the fact that Castle walked in on me fingering myself. God. I wonder what he's thinking right now.

I go to take another sip but the bottle is being taken away from me. I look up to see Castle sniffing the bottle.

"Moonshine?" He asks.

Before I can reply, he places his mouth on the bottle and tips his head back, taking a long gulp. My eyes can't help but stare at the way his Adam Apple bobs as he swallows. He pulls his mouth away from the bottle, sucking in a breath.

He looks at me and smiles. "This really does feel fantastic." He takes another gulp, this time a trail of alcohol dribbles down the corner of his mouth, sliding to his jaw, down his neck, and disappearing into his hoodie. My tongue dries up, imagining myself licking the same trail to clean the alcohol off.

"You had your hand in your pants."

My head snaps up to meet Castle's eyes. I was so focused on that drop of alcohol, I forgot I was staring.

"What?"

"Your hand." He goes ahead and points at the place where my finger almost entered. "Was in there."

"And?" I ask.  

"What were you doing?"

"I was fingering myself, Castle."

"Fingering?"

"Yes. I needed a release. You got yours, I need mine now."

He tilts his head. "What's your release?"

"Uh..." I frown, wondering what he means by that. "Yours came out of your dick. Mine comes from the vagina."

He looks down again. I swear to God, if he was any other guy, I would've bitch-slapped him across the face for staring too much. But it's Castle. It's drunk, daring, highly bold Castle.

He's still staring when I ask. "What are you thinking so much?"

His bottom lip comes between his teeth before he replies. "I want to touch you."

"You've already had."

He shakes his head. "I really want to touch you."

"Geez you're really needy when you're drunk. Happy now? A horny drunk. That's the type of a drunk you are."

"I'm not drunk."

"You are."

"I'm not." He shakes his head and nearly sways while doing so.

I sigh. "Why don't you sit down for a while? I'll get you some water."

I get up, nearly falling on my face when I do so, and make him sit. I stumble into the kitchen to get him a glass of water. When I come back, I nearly scream.

Castle is holding the Moonshine bottle— and chugging it.

"You fucking dumbass!" I stagger over to him and snatch the bottle away. He spurs out liquid from his mouth, choking.

I put the bottle down and thump his back, handing him the glass of water.

"You're literally such a dumbass! Who told you to drink more?" There's alcohol on his lips and chin. I wanna lick it—baddd Holly. I shake my head. I grab a few tissues and wipe his face.

He peers into the glass of water. "Is this Moonshine?"

"Yes, now drink."

He wastes no second, tipping his head back and chugging the water down. Once he's done, he wipes his mouth with the sleeve of his hoodie. He raises his head and smiles when he meets my eyes.

"You're so gorgeous."

He grabs my shirt, pulling me until I'm standing directly in front of him. He wraps his arms around me, resting his head against my stomach. My hand automatically goes to his hair, raking my fingers through the strands.

"You're so warm, Holly." He breathes out. His voice vibrates against my skin, going straight to my center. My clit starts throbbing again when I realize how close his face is to the spot. He feels nice. He feels so nice. How would he feel without any clothes on? I want my leggings off and his mouth on my—Stop Holly. Bad Holly. 

"I'll-I'll get some water and be back." I need to calm down. I'm gonna really gobble him up if I don't calm down. 

I trudge into the kitchen and sigh when I hear Castle following me. I fill up a glass, bringing it to my lips. That's when his hands come on my waist. Surprise flashes in me but before I can speak, his mouth comes on my neck from behind. A groan immediately finds a place in my throat when he wastes no second to bite my skin then lick over the stinging sensation he leaves behind.

I did a good job teaching him how to neck kiss. Look how good he is. More like feel how good he is. 

His arms wrap completely around my torso, pulling me until my back is lined with his front and his erection presses into me. Damn. Drunk Castle really is so fucking horny. I place the glass down before I drop it.

He continues trailing kisses all over the side of my neck and jaw. I nearly groan out loud with how much I'm wishing his kisses travelled down there to where it's really aching. One of his hands grips my waist while the other comes up, resting against my collarbone. Desire clouds my mind, muddling any rational thought as he bites the skin under my earlobe. His erection is still pressing into me. I lean back, slightly rubbing myself against him. He lets out a low moan.

"Can I touch you?" He asks, his voice low and breathy.

"You already are, you dumbass."

"I meant—I meant how I touched you before."

I nod, barely having control over my thoughts. "Do whatever you want."

The hand that's gripping my waist slides under my shirt trailing up my stomach to cup my breast. Castle pulls me closer to him. His hand starts rubbing my breast and I moan.

A sudden thought comes to me that has me instantly snapping out of my trance. "Hold up. Hold up. Hold up."

He stops immediately, dropping his hands as I turn around to face him.

I frown at him. "Who taught you to do that?"

He blinks. "Do what?"

"Earlier too. The way you kissed me here." I place a hand on the swell of my breast where he bit and licked me. "Who told you to do all that?"    

He doesn't answer. He's staring at where I had my hand a second ago.

"Where did you learn that from?" I ask again. "Castle. Did you suddenly start watching porn? I swear to God, I still don't know if watching porn is considered cheating or not, but you better not be watching porn." Men who watch porn have seriously unrealistic visions of female bodies. I don't want Castle's mind to be filled up with that kind of bullshit.

"You told me," He says.

"What?"

"You always tell me what you like when you flirt with me."

Oh right...I didn't think he'd remember all the times when I told him about what kind of physical intimacy I liked.

"You forgot I also read." He continues.

"You read porn?" A grin spreads across my face and I grab his face between my hands. "You horny freak! I knew you were freaky beneath all that shyness!"

"If it's there in the—the book I'm reading so I read, but I don't—stop grinning at me like that!" He blushes. 

I flash him an even bigger grin.

He takes a look at my face, his eyes travelling down my body. Lust clouds his eyes. "Can I touch you?"

"God, Castle. You just can't keep your hands off me." I tease. "Am I that irresistible?"

"You are." He nods, bluntly.

"You're gonna regret saying that when you're sober." I snicker.

"I am sober." He argues.

"So am I!" I giggle.

His hands come on my shoulders, turning me around, and pulling me so that I'm flushed against his body. All thoughts banish from my mind again when his hand trails from my collarbone to my neck. His thumb comes over my mouth, tracing the outline of my lips.

I open my mouth and his thumb slips inside. My tongue swirls around it, sucking and gently clamping my teeth on it. He slides his thumb out, rubbing the wetness from my mouth around my lips. All the while, his mouth leaves open-mouthed kisses along my neck and jaw.

"Sit down," I say, turning around to push him toward the stools in the kitchen. He stumbles as he lowers himself on a stool. I part his legs apart with my hands before stepping between them and lining my back with his front. His warm breaths fall on my neck, sending shivers down my back. His thighs squeeze me from either side of my waist.

Once I'm settled against him, I grab his hands, guiding them from my hips to my ribs. I make him rub his hands like that for a few seconds, before leaving them and placing my hands on his thighs. 

"Put those hands to use," I whisper, giving him free rein to do whatever. I want him to touch every inch of me. I want to touch every inch of him. 

For a few seconds, he continues sliding his hands from my ribs to my hips like how I showed him. Then his hands come on my breasts, pushing me flush against him as he starts kneading them. My head falls back onto his shoulders as his thighs squeeze me. The desperate urge to come has my chest heaving as he rubs circles around my clothed nipples.

"You're so beautiful, Holly." He breathes against my neck. "You're amazing."

"I told you I am." I keep myself from panting when his mouth comes on my throat.

His hands form fists on the fabric of my shirt over my tits. "Can I take this off?"

"You're getting too bold, Castle." I nearly gasp when he squeezes my breasts roughly.

"You can take it off," I say, then add. "After you make me beg."

He pauses. "What?"

"Make me beg to let you take off my clothes." I turn around to face him, shooting him a coy smile. "You said you read books and that I've told you what I like. Show me how you put that knowledge to use."

I have no idea why I'm spewing all that from my mouth. Castle can't possibly know how to make me beg. My head...it's weird. I feel weird. I feel horny and hot and achy too. 

Castle stares at me with uncertainty in his eyes. Maybe he can make me beg. He became friends with alcohol too and now he's all boldy-boldy. Normal Castle is really fun, amazing and I like making him flustered. But Drunk Castle is just way fucking hotter. The way he boldly complimented me, kissed and grabbed my breasts—holy shit.

He stares at me. It's his wish to do whatever. He can still touch and grab me, only he can't take my clothes off. I also wanna see what he knows. How much has he read?

Lust and passion enter his eyes as he brings up his hands, softly running his knuckles on my cheekbones. He cups my face and brings it closer, pressing his lips to mine in a soft tender kiss.

"I like your lips." He says, pulling away. His finger comes to trace my lips. "They're so soft."

"Yours too."

"You're soft everywhere." He continues, running his fingers through my hair, my face, neck and arms.

"I use a good body lotion."

His hands come up to cup my face again, angling it so he can stare into my eyes. "Your eyes look good too. I like grey. Grey eyes look good on you."

"Thank you, Castle."

"You're so pretty." He says, dreamily.

Why is my heart melting even though he's repeating the same thing again and again?

His hands slide from my face to my waist, down to my hips. He pulls me closer, staring down. And I mean down.

"What was your hand doing in there?" He asks.

"Um...making myself feel good?"

He furrows his eyebrows. "Putting your hand there makes you feel good?"

I nod. "Very good."

"Can I put my hand there?"

My clit throbs at the image of him doing that. The need to clench my legs together comes over me.

"A-Are you sure?" I ask.

He nods. "I want to make you feel good."

This guy. So honest and so hot. I'm gonna buy him a whole crate of Moonshine after we're done with this. I'm gonna buy him whatever he asks!

"Go ahead."

He stares at my face, a soft smile spreading across his lips before he looks down. His hand reaches out and cups me between my legs. The aching intensifies and I nearly sigh.

"Now what?" He asks.

"You're gonna have to use your fingers."

He tilts his head in confusion.

I take his thumb in my hand and place it over my clit that flares with need at the contact. Holy shit. The rest of his fingers are still cupping me when I say, "Rub your thumb in small circles."

He furrows his eyebrows in confusion but does it. The moment his thumb presses down, doing a small, slow circle, a jolt goes through my body and my hands fly to his thighs to keep myself upright.

He startles at my reaction, dropping his hand. "D-Did I hurt you?"

I shake my head. "Do it again."

He gives me an unsure look, bringing his hand to my core again. His thumb presses down on the bundle of nerves between my legs, rubbing a circle around it. A gasp almost leaves my lips at how good it feels.

"K-Keep doing it." I urge.

He continues, his movements unsteady and unsure.

"Harder," I say. He adds more pressure to his finger, making me groan. "Faster." I breathe out, clutching his thighs that are on either side of me. My eyes fall shut when one delicious jolt after the other goes through my body. The rest of his fingers unknowingly dig into the skin of my center as he focuses on rubbing faster.

When he finally gets the hang of it, rubbing exactly on the right spot, a whimper escapes my mouth. My hands grab his shoulders, burying my face into his chest.

"Keep—keep doing that." I gasp when his thumb moves faster. My knees start trembling, occasionally jolting when he hits a really sensitive spot.

"Does this feel good?" He asks, curiously.

"You have no idea." I sigh. My chest starts heaving. "Go faster, Castle." He does and—fuck. My back arches. I clutch onto his shoulders, as my legs start shaking. It's been so long, so long since someone touched me there. He circles me fast and hard. A moan escapes my mouth. "Oh...Castle..."

I can feel his stare on me as I twitch against him with each fast stroke.

"You look like I'm hurting you." He says, softly.

I shake my head, squeezing my eyes shut. "It...ohh...feels so...good."

He's still staring at me, his other fingers digging into places, making my mind spiral. My back arches again when he hits a sensitive spot. Then he latches his mouth on my throat. A moan erupts from my mouth when his teeth clamp on my skin, before licking, then biting again. My hands fist his hoodie, my breasts rubbing against his chest.

Fiery desire burns across my skin. I flip around so my back lines with his front. Castle doesn't waste any second bringing his hand around me and reaching between my legs. It takes him time to find my clit, so I do it for him, placing his thumb back on it. He rubs hard and fast circles, making my thighs quake. So sensitive. That spot is so sensitive. His mouth comes on my throat, trailing little bites down reaching the base of my neck. His other hand comes up to cup my breast, moulding it into his hand. That does it for me—my back arches, a moan tearing free out of my mouth. All the pleasure he's giving me goes straight to the base of my spine where I know it's gonna explode free any moment.

His attention slips for a second as he kisses my throat, slowing his finger on my clit, almost making me cry out in distress. "Don't stop." I nearly snap, and he picks up his pace again.

"Is—Is the same thing going to happen to you that happened to me?" He questions.

"Mmhmm." I can barely form words with jolts of pleasure hitting me from everywhere.

I'm almost there. I can feel it. My muscles tighten up with the anticipation of release. "Don't stop, Castle." A throaty groan leaves my mouth.

His hand switches to my other breast, his fingers working and rubbing around my nipple. I want to feel his hands on my bare skin. I want him to touch me without any clothes on. He bites onto my shoulder making me inhale sharply in delight. My hands brace against his thighs, my body leans against his taking every bit of support I can. I'm almost there. Almost.

He squeezes my breast over my shirt, eliciting a heavy low moan from my throat that vibrates against his skin. Warmth engulfs me as he pulls me impossibly closer, crushing me into his body. His thumb goes faster and harder on my clit, drawing out pleasure to the point where it starts hurting. Hurts good. Hurts so good. He bites the curve between my shoulder and neck, causing a shudder to roll down my body, almost as if—

He yanks his hands away from me.

No! What?  

I whirl around to face him, my eyes wide.

"Why did you stop?" I barely stop myself from shouting. My chest heaves heavily with my core clenching in need. Wetness slowly trails down my thighs.

A grin comes on his face that almost looks silly. "Let me take off your clothes, then I'll continue."

My mind spins in confusion and that's when it hits me. Goddamnit! The deal!

'Make me beg to let you take off my clothes.'  I said that, didn't I?

"You little shit." I shake my head at him. 

He raises his eyebrows at me, waiting.

I release a heavy breath from my mouth. "You can take my clothes off." I can't believe he easily made me say that.

He cocks his head, placing his hands on the kitchen counter behind him, far away from me. "You said beg."

"What do you want me to do? Get on my knees?" I question.

He shrugs. "What version of beg do you know?"

I narrow my eyes at him. What books did this guy read?   

"Fine." I hold up my chin, stepping towards him. Without a word, I place my hands on his thighs, sliding them high enough that my fingers nearly touch his crotch. I slide my hands back down to his knees, bringing them up again to the same spot high on his thighs. Castle's eyes widen. The swell beneath his sweatpants grows bigger. I lean in closer to him, pressing myself against his warm body. My mouth nears his face, hovering just above his lips. "Take off my clothes." My hands slide up his thighs. My center barely—just barely—brushes against his. "Please."

He takes a look at my face. A low curse leaves his mouth as his hands tighten into fists.

"Please take off my clothes," I whisper again, brushing my lips against his, barely and slowly.

A gulp goes down his throat and he brings his hands towards me. Slowly, he grips the hem of my shirt. Anticipation courses through my body along with dark excitement.

Darting a glance at my face, Castle looks back at his hands. His knuckles graze the skin of my stomach as he hesitates.

"Please." I breathe out, my tongue comes out to slide against his bottom lip. A shudder goes down his body. "Please, Castle."

Swallowing, he raises my shirt.

The sound of a sharp inhale reaches me when my shirt is over my head with my arms raised. My hair falls back to my waist when the shirt is off. I look at Castle to see him completely frozen as he takes me in.

"Like what you see?" I tease.

He doesn't stop staring with his mouth parted open. His breaths get heavier as his gaze rakes over me.

"You're so beautiful." He breathes out.

There goes my heart melting again.

"Come on." I grab his hand and pull him off the stool, staggering toward the living room. Nearing the couch, I place my hands on his chest and push, making him fall back. A beat later, I jump on his lap, straddling him.

No second is wasted as our mouths crash, kissing harder, more desperate than the last time. Our tongues stroke each other's fast and wild. My core meets his hardness and I grind down on him, his moan slipping into my mouth. His hands roam all over my skin, sliding and gripping. I take his bottom lip between mine, biting and sucking on it, making him whimper all sorts of noises. His hands come on my shoulders, sliding beneath the straps of my bra and pulling them down. A shiver goes through me as his breath hits my skin. Still sucking on his lips, I reach behind me to unclasp my bra, letting it fall between us. A sweet jolt goes through my body as I press my naked chest against Castle. His warm hands come to roam across the skin of my back, pulling me impossibly closer to him.

My hands slide into his hair, holding his head in place as I ravish him with my mouth. My hips continue to grind down on his erection that's becoming very prominent with every second. My core gets needier and wet. 

Castle massages my waist, sending a pleasurable shudder up my body. My hands roam over his chest, wanting to slip underneath his clothes but then I stop myself for some reason. What if Castle doesn't want me to do that? What if he gets upset that I touched him? I don't want him to get upset. I want him happy and sour all the time. My Castle is always so grumpy. He can take off my clothes though. I don't mind at aaaall. 

His hands move from my waist up my back and to the front. He stops when his knuckles graze the bottom of my naked breasts.

"It's alright." I breathe out, sensing his hesitation. He stares at my eyes for confirmation before slowly, sliding his hands up and moulding my breasts in them. A groan almost leaves my mouth just by the contact of skin with skin. "Circle them." I breathe heavily. He circles my nipples with his thumbs. Once—twice—thrice—then he clutches them tightly in his hands, grasping and squeezing. A moan escapes my lips and I slowly arch my back to the pleasurable sensation. His warm heavy breaths fall onto my skin, turning my nipples harder than before.

This is such a good dream. A cute, fun little innocent dream. I can't wait to tell Dad about it. He'll die a little bit but my happiness is his happiness so who cares?

"Can—can I kiss them?" Castle's voice rises barely above a whisper.

I nod and close my eyes when I feel his warm and wet lips touch the swell of my breasts.

"Lower."

He trails his mouth down. I arch my back further so he can reach the spot that wants his attention. His mouth comes on my nipple, softly pressing a kiss to it. A sigh leaves my mouth. He looks up at my face to see my reaction. I give him a nod. "You're doing good."

My pulse quickens when his head bends again. This time his tongue darts out as he kisses me on the same spot. My hips slow down, dragging against his leisurely and sensually. His thumbs circle my nipples before reaching down and kissing them again. I lean forward and trail kisses on his neck too.

My core clenches with need as the wetness starts making a small stain on my leggings. I need to come so badly. I stroke myself against him harder, bounding up and down on his erection with force, making him lose control over his hands for a moment as he roughly wrings my breasts, crying out a groan. His head tips back in delight.

"Holly..." He groans, bringing his mouth back onto my nipple.

One of my hands reaches down, beneath my leggings. I touch my clit and nearly whimper when I feel how swollen it is. I rub small circles around it while simultaneously trying to grind down on Castle. Jolts of intense pleasure flare across my body. I rub faster on my clit, making my thighs jerk.

Castle looks down but I groan heavily, "Don't stop." He looks back up at my face before his hands resume kneading and massaging my breasts. He reaches down again, drawing a nipple into his mouth and dragging his tongue against the hardened part. My back arches, pushing my core harder onto his dick. My finger rubs a really sensitive spot almost making me buck off Castle's lap. His arm slides around my waist to keep me in place. Heavy pants and short breaths escape my mouth. My core clenches deeply and I know I'm not far away from my release. Just a little longer.

A gasp tears from my mouth when Castle bites my nipple.

"Do it again." I urge.

He does and another moan shoots out my mouth.

"These are really soft too." He mumbles, flicking his tongue across the stinging sensation his bite left.

My muscles tighten in anticipation, making me squirm on Castle's lap. He holds me firmly, looking up at me. "Are you okay?"

"I...ahh...yep...ohh...I'm-I'm...fine..." My eyelids get heavy. My mind is blank of any thoughts except that I really need to come. Short bursts of pants escape my mouth. The tension at the base of my spine heightens with each second, clenching my core almost painfully. I'm this close to exploding...this close to crying out in bliss...this close to—

The sound of an engine cutting off abruptly shatters my thoughts.

My eyes fly open. Did I just hear a Vroom-Vroom-Click? I look towards the clock. A gasp leaves my mouth. 

"Shit. Shit. Shit." I curse.

"What?" Castle startles. 

"I heard a Vroom-Vroom."

He furrows his eyebrows. "Vroom-Vroom?" 

I jump off his lap, almost crying at the loss of contact. His head snaps up. His eyes look clouded and dazed as if he's not presently connected to the world.

"You need to hide." I hiss.

Quickly, I pull on my bra, struggling to get the clasp on. After that, I look for my shirt.

"Where is it? Where is it? Where is it?" Then I remember I took it off in the kitchen.

Making a mad dash to the kitchen, I pick off my shirt from the floor and yank it on. It feels like there's fire on the heels the way I quickly half-bolt, half-stumble towards the living room, grabbing the moonshine bottle and the shot glasses in one hand and grabbing Castle's arm in another hand.

Tugging him along, I try to run upstairs to my room. We stagger and trip but within seconds we're upstairs. I push him into my room's bathroom. He grabs my hands, leaning in for a kiss but I shake my head, pulling back. "Not now. I'll be right back. Stay here and don't move." Saying that, I shut the door in his face and lock it from the outside for extra precautions. I stuff the bottle and glasses in my closet.

Okay so now, don't look drunk. Don't look drunk. Don't look drunk. I grab a face wipe from my bedside table and rub my face to wipe any remains of alcohol on my skin. Grabbing a water bottle, I chug down a good amount to clear my head a little bit. 

I run back downstairs and do a quick scan of the living room. There are video controllers on the coffee table, snacks, and pizza boxes. Two blankets and a couple of extra pillows are strewn across the couch. Okay, so that's normal. That's fine—a realization hits me.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." I run towards the bathroom near the kitchen and just like I expected, Castle's previous sweatpants and boxers are disposed on the floor. I had about five seconds to grab them, ball them up, and stuff them inside the cabinet under the sink before the door to the house opened.

Cheery voices of my parents fill the room as they enter.

I look into the mirror to fix my hair and nearly gasp out loud when I see the dark red love bites all over my neck. Yanking down the neckline of my shirt, a look of horror comes on my face when I see the even darker hickeys all over my chest and breasts. Damn, I didn't even realize he was going all that in. He's so hot.

My lips are bright red and swollen too which I can make up an excuse for because my parents know I do all sorts of weird shit to my lips to make them look plumper. 

I frantically look around for something that'll cover up my neck. Spotting a hoodie hanging by the hook behind the door, I grab it and yank it over my head, tightening the drawstrings around my neck. Realizing I still need to freshen up a bit, I splash water onto my face. Taking one last look in the mirror, I release a breath to loosen the tension in my shoulders before walking out of the bathroom.

My parents are standing in the living room, smiling and talking when I enter.

"HI MOM—" I quickly shut my trap when I realize my voice comes out louder than usual. I clear my throat. "Hi Mom, Dad." 

"Hey there." He reaches towards me, pulling me in for a side hug. I quickly return the hug and move away from him only to be swept away in Mom's arms as she kisses my cheek. I tightly keep my mouth closed, to not let a whiff of alcohol air out.  Hopefully, none of them will notice what I had been drinking and the wink-wink.

"Was Castle here?" Dad asks.

My back tenses up and I force my eyes to keep from widening. Shit. Did he notice? Does he know? Did he put cameras in the house?

I can only think of one reply to save my ass. "Who's Castle?"

"Don't be mean." Dad scolds me, gesturing to the video games, snacks and blankets on the couch.

"Oh." I almost breathe out in relief. "Yeah, he was here for a while. We had dinner together. Pizza. And we definitely didn't do anything el—" I clamp my mouth shut, quickly adding after. "How was the date?" 

They smile and rant off about the date and all the while my mind is consumed by a very drunk boy locked up in my bathroom.

"That's wonderful." I smile, before faking a yawn. "It's getting late now. I'm gonna head to bed."

"Okay then, goodnight." 

I move towards the stairs. "Goodnight. I love you both so much. Soooo much. I do love—" I clamp my mouth shut again, uttering a curse as I discreetly try to run up the stairs. 

I enter my bedroom and quickly lock the door behind me, breathing out a deep sigh of relief. Feeling hot from all that rush, I yank the hoodie off me and walk toward the bathroom. Unlocking the door, I peer inside.

"Castle?"

For a moment, panic takes over me when I don't see him but then I spot him lying inside the bathtub, almost close to dozing off.

"Phew." I breathe out before walking over to him.

"Castle," I call out his name. "Come on. Let's get to bed."

He looks up at me sleepily and smiles. "I got so scared without you."

"I'm here."

He reaches out and grabs my hand. I pull him out and guide him into my bedroom.

"There." I gesture towards my bed. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right with you."

Without a word, he flops down on my bed, resting his head against my pillows. "I'm sooo tired." He mumbles.

I walk towards my dressing table, taking a seat in front of the mirror. Tiredly opening a drawer, I take out all my serums and creams.

"What are you doing?" Castle asks from behind.

"My nighttime skin routine," I respond, applying the night cream onto my face.

He shoots me a confused look through the mirror.

"What? You think I have this amazing flawless skin just by drinking tons of water?" It was a bitch trying to keep my skin clean and clear. Puberty hit me with so many pimples and acne that took nearly ten months to clear off. But now I'm all glow-y and shiny and clean. 

Castle stumbles out of my bed and walks towards me, peering down at the cream in my hand.

"Can I put that?" He points at it.

"Sure." I squeeze a small amount on his hand, and he rubs it all over his face as if he's scrubbing a table with a cloth.

"This smells so good." He breathes out, patting his skin. "Is this why your skin is so soft?"

I shrug. "Maybe."

"Can I have more?"

I squeeze some more onto his hands, and this time he rubs them on his arms.

I gasp. "It's a face cream!"

But he smiles happily at me, jerking his arm in my direction. "Do I feel soft too?"

I roll my eyes, before running my hand on his arm. "Yes. Yes. It feels really soft—" I pause when a spot on Castle's arm catches my attention.

It looks like a tiny scar in the shape of an 'X'.

I furrow my eyebrows. "What's that?" I ask tapping the spot.

He looks down at it. "Oh. That. My father did that with a...a...I can't remember how he did that."

A frown comes on my face. "Do you have any more scars?"

"Oh, yeah." He nods then without any warning, he grabs the hem of his hoodie and pulls it over his head. My heart nearly jumps out of my throat when he did that—but then it stops beating when I register what I'm seeing.

My mouth drops open as Castle stands before me half-naked.

His entire torso is covered in scars of different shapes, sizes and colours. Dizziness washes over me looking at all of them—there are so many of them.  

"You haven't even seen the back." He says and turns around to show me.

Sadness and anger roll over me the more his scars come into view. You already took care of Nathaniel. You already gave him what he deserved.

"Put your hoodie back on," I whisper quietly.

He turns back around, and a worried look comes on his face. "I didn't mean to make you sad."

I shake my head. "I'm not sad. I'm proud," I say. "Proud of you."

At that, he smiles.

I get up and grab his hands, pulling him into my bed.

"We're gonna get one hell of a headache in the morning," I mutter as I pull up the blankets to our chests.

His arm comes around me, pulling me to him. I snuggle against him, sliding my arm around his waist. Castle stares into my eyes. Those wide blue eyes take in every feature. His finger traces circles on my back. Drowsiness overcomes me and my eyelids get heavy.

Sleepiness takes over me like a fog, making me realize how late it was. I snuggle against Castle, resting my head on his chest.

Right when I'm about to fall asleep, he whispers.

"Holly?"

"Hmm?"

"You're my favourite person in the wholeee world."

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How was this chapter...??? I'm not really sure 😭

I would've never been writing this scene if it weren't for some readers who kept asking me to write steamy scenes and smut! I've always read these types of scenes but never have written one...until now. I never knew my readers were this horny haha ;)

Your comments were the only thing driving me to write this chapter!!

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Words: 6,000

Date of publishing: 20 June 2023