That’s simply because your legs are so close to your … other bits. (x)
omg coffee-muse fic this!
She’s naked and on top of him, working his blue button up plaid shirt off of his shoulders. Once he’s shrugged it off, he grips her hips and flips her over, pinning her hands by her head. She lifts her legs up around his waist, and locks her ankles behind him. In a blink of an eye, Kate’s flipped him over on his back. He huffs out a laugh, throws her a look of challenge.
"Not tonight, babe," She husks with a smug grin. She then scrapes her teeth over her bottom lip and leans down to kiss him. Thinking she’s distracted, he tries to flip her back over, but she doesn’t budge, instead she sits up and crawls up his body so that both of her knees are bracketing his head.
He opens his mouth to protest, maybe not to protest, but regardless, she doesn’t want to hear it. She snakes her hand down to his mouth and quiets him with a finger to his lips.
"Use your mouth for something else, huh, Castle?"
He wraps his arms around her thighs and holds her to him, giving in. Kate may think she’s in charge, but he’s about to show her who’s really the boss tonight.