I am dedicating this little smut nugget to the lovely 4evercaskett. This one is for you, my dear, because I have made you cry twice in the past two weeks. So, I apologizing, *smiles bashfully*. So, without further delay, I give you guys my formal fic apology for posting two death fics in a row *hangs head*

Disclaimer: Castle belongs to ABC and Andrew W. Marlowe, and "Raining on Sunday" belongs to Keith Urban

It ticks just like a Timex,

It never lets up on you.

Who said life was easy?

The job is never through.

It'll run us 'til we're ragged,

It'll harden our hearts.

Love could use a day of rest,

Before we both start fallin' apart.

The alarm on her phone began screeching at her at six-thirty. On a Sunday. Her eyes fluttered reluctantly open, her hand flailing around blindly, reaching for the offending sound. She clicked the button to silence the phone, sighing loudly and setting it back on the night stand.

She glanced out the window, watching the rain pouring outside, streaming down the windows. A flash of lightning illuminated the room, and the following clap of thunder had her snuggling back into the body that was wrapped around her.

Castle tightened his arms around her waist, pressing his forehead against the back of her head, and placing kisses against the base of her neck. She hummed contentedly, closing her eyes once again and lightly tickling her fingers up and down his arms.

"Good morning." He growled into her hair, running his hands over her sides and turning her to face him. She braced her hands on his bare chest and kissed him. She nipped at his bottom lip, tugging it between her teeth, which earned a groan from him. "Someone's frisky this morning, I see?" Kate ran her fingertips over the strands of hair just above his boxers.

"When it comes to you I'm always frisky, ." She kissed the skin directly below his ear, feeling a shudder going through his body. She loved how she could make him lose control so easily. She pulled lightly on the elastic band in his boxers, making his hips buck into her. She felt him begin to harden as she rubbed her palm lightly over the front of his boxers.

Her tongue began thrusting into his mouth, sweeping across his, and showing him exactly what she wanted him to do with certain other parts of his anatmoy. Rick stripped her shirt over her head, pressing kisses against her ivory skin reverently. Faster than she thought possible, he flipped them over so that she was one her back and he was positioned above her, pinning her hands above her head. Rick kissed his way down each one of her arms, and reached into the night stand, pulling out the spare handcuffs she kept in there.

"Now, let me show you how you really use these things." His voice was low and sultry, coming out like honey to her ears. She felt the cuff tighten around her right wrist, the other slipping around the metal bar at the head of their bed, and finally tightening around her left wrist. Rick smirked at her deviously.

"Rick." Her voice was low and warning. He knew how much she liked being able to control the situation, and with her hands chained to the bed she was most definitely not in control.

"Relax." His mouth was pressed against her ear, his teeth grazing it, as he spoke. His breath was hot against her neck as he ground his hips against hers, feeling himself harden to a level that he didn't even think was possible. Lowering himself down her body, he closed his teeth around he nipple, the bud tightening in his mouth. She writhed and moaned underneath him, but he held her still with a hand on her hips, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh there. "You're thinking too much." She hooked her legs around his knees and drug him closer to her, their hips rubbing together almost painfully.

"Help me forget, Rick."

Pray that it's raining on Sunday,

Storming like crazy.

We'll hide under the covers all afternoon.

Baby, whatever comes Monday can take care of itself,

Cause we've got better things that we can do,

When it's raining on Sunday.

Rick moved his way further down her body, nipping at the taught skin of her stomach, his tongue swirling around her belly button. This pulled a loud moan from her mouth as she arched her body into his, her core brushing against Rick's hard length. He ground his teeth in an attempt to keep himself under control.

He pulled the peach, lace underwear slowly over her hips, his tongue swiping inside her on the way down. She cried out his name raggedly, tugging on the iron bars so hard that Rick thought she was going to break the bed. He smiled against her skin, kissing the inside of her thigh softly, his tongue running down the inside of the rest of her leg. He threw the panties across the room, and stood, shucking his boxers. She couldn't help the gasp that escaped her lips as she stared at him, his hardness presented for her to see.

If Richard Castle was one thing, it was confident in his masculinity. He made his way towards the night stand, reaching for the protection that he knew was in there.

"Richard." Her voice had a tone to it that he had never heard before, causing him to snap his gaze to her. "We don't need that." He quirked an eyebrow at her.

"We don't?" He asked, pretty sure that he knew what she was saying, but he wanted to be sure.

"I think we're ready, Rick." She smiled at the grin that spread across his face as he crawled up the bed and placed a sound kiss on her lips.

"Does that mean you're ready to make little Castle babies?" He asked, kissing her neck, his tongue swiping the salty sweat from the place where it met her shoulder. She looked into those warm blue eyes that she fell in love with.

"Yes."

Your love is like religion,

A cross in Mexico,

And your kiss is like the innocence,

Of a prayer nailed to a door.

Oh, surrender is much sweeter,

When we both let it go.

Let the water wash our bodies clean,

And love wash our souls.

Castle wrapped his hands around her legs and wrapped them around his waist, trying to get as close to her as possible, and kissed her. It was a kiss full of meaning, and gratitude. He was grateful that she was his, grateful that she had agreed to be his wife.

Leaning down he ran his tongue over the sensitive nub at the juncture of her thighs. He laved it with attention until she could no longer form coherent sentences, then he inserted first one, then two fingers and brushed against the spot deep within her that he knew would pull a delicious whimper from her. He could almost feel the relief washing over both of them. They had waited so long for the ability to touch each other, to be married, to spend forever together. Without warning he withdrew his fingers and plunged his length into her, burying himself completely. He slowed at first, but once he felt her relax around him he began moving frantically.

His hips moved in rhythm with the frantic beating of his heart. The sounds of the world around them fell silent, and gave way to the primal chants of 'more', 'please', 'don't stop'. The moved in a dance that was known only by lovers to a song that they had written during three years of playing hide and seek with their feelings.

She closed her eyes and rolled her head on the pillow, moaning his name loudly. He could see her digging her own nails into the palms of her hands. He could feel her orgasm erupt through her, her inner muscles pulling him over the edge with her. His voice shattered through the room, her name falling off his lips.

"Kate..."

I pray that it's raining on Sunday,

Storming like crazy.

We'll hide under the covers all afternoon.

And, baby, whatever comes Monday,

Can take care of itself cause we've got better things that we can do,

When it's raining on Sunday.

"What the fuck, Rick!" Gina's voice broke him from his trace. He let his eyes fly open and he looked at the fire that eminated from Gina's face. His arms shook as he pushed himself off of her and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, his head cradled in his hands. Tears formed behind his closed eyelids and some spilled over onto his cheeks. He jumped when he felt her hand on his back. "Call her. I should have known that you weren't completely in this. I've seen how you look at her. Go get her before you miss your shot." She kissed his cheek, grabbed her clothes and left.

Rick grabbed his phone from the nightstand, hit speeddial "1", and waited for her to answer.

"Castle, it's two in the morning, this better be good." Her groggy voice warmed his heart, even when it was sleep addled.

"Kate, we need to talk."

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