So, start of the one-shot era. Hmm, well, I suppose I'll base them on missed moments like many others have, however, I will welcome any ideas and I mean ANY but I will also give you credit for your fantastic ideas, that's a promise. I don't like to break them. Anyways, serious bit over. This will be muddled up so not following each and every episode. Some can go from season 1 to 5, 3 to 1, 2 to 4... Yeah, you get the idea. One-shot ville, here we come.

Any season 3 fics, there will be no Josh so it will be and Alternative Universe, of course. I don't have anything against him but most of the good stuff happens in season 3 and well, I don't want to make anyone a cheater or two-timer.

Disclaimer: Nope, the characters and show belong to the people who created it. Oh well *Sighs*

And scene: To live and die in LA = Couch scene.

"You know what I thought when I first met you?" Castle asks.

Kate looked at him, curiosity swirling in the depths of her eyes. "Mm?"

He takes a deep breath, not going unnoticed by Kate. "That you were a mystery I was never gonna solve. Even now, after spending all this time with you, I'm- I'm still amazed at the depths of your strength, your heart. And your hotness." Kate looks into his eyes. All she finds is honesty. She places a smirk on her face before answering.

"You're not so bad yourself, Castle." He gives a small grin before their faces turn serious. The tension almost palpable as they stare at each other, both lost in the moment. They lean closer, millimeter by millimeter, drawn together by an unknown force. It is only when they feel each others breaths on their cheeks that they realise. Blinking slightly, she breaks out of her daze first, looking away quickly and swallowing harshly. Trying to not focus on the heat creeping onto her face while it also pooled down below.

Castle leans back slightly, shifting nervously and looking around aswell, not meeting one anothers eyes. Clearing her throat, Kate stands. "I should go. It's late. Goodnight." With one last glance in his direction, she shakes her head, trying to fend off the feelings of longing before walking to her temporary room.

"Kate." The deep rumble makes her hesitate for a split second before she carries on, her pace speeding up slightly. Reaching her door, she opens it and spins around. Peeking through the gap she has created, she mutters in finality, "Goodnight, Castle."

Gently shutting the door, she turns her back to the door and slumps against it. The only emotion she could feel was hate. Hate at herself for chickening out. Hating herself that she couldn't overcome the fear inside her at the thoughts of Castle and her letting this dance become something more. Covering her face, she groans. The sound muffled by her palms. When did everything get so complicated?

On the other side of the door, Castle gazes wantingly at the closed-door where moments before, they dazzling woman had stood. He wants - no, needs her to open that door. He also wants to have the courage to knock on that door and take matters into his own hands. Replaying what had happened, he knows she felt it too. The undeniable attraction and love that radiated of him. The electricity that crackled between them as they looked into each others eyes. He knows it wasn't a trick of his imagination, he knows he saw in her yes, the same feelings he was feeling at the moment.

All he wants is her but he knows she needs time. He has waited 2 to 3 years for her and he would wait another more if it meant he could see her, even if she isn't in his arms. He'll give her more time, if she wants this, she'll come to him.

Her eyes lock onto the door handle. Her hand unconsciously reaches for it, a million thoughts rushing through her head as she thinks about what could happen if she opened that door.

He listens for any sound or movement. Any indication that she is behind that door, getting ready to open it. Please Kate, let me in. He pleads silently. His expression trembling as he waits for another minute. Defeat washes over him. Sighing, he takes one last, long look at the only thing separating him from the one he wants. Twisting on his heel, he hangs his head, trying to fight the depression as he walks in the opposite direction.

Come on Kate. Let him in. You can't hide forever. She chants to herself. Taking the plunge, she opens the door, only to see him walking away. Kate looks at his slumped shoulders, his hung head. The slow walk she recognizes as what something one may do in defeat. Her mouth becomes dry as she builds the courage to call his name. "Castle."

Hearing his name, Castle's head flings up and his body turns to face her. Confusion but hope racing through him. Please let this be it. Quenching the hope rising, he steels himself for rejection. "Yes Kate?"

Striding towards him, Kate focuses on her target. On the thing she wants most.

Castle's eyes widen at the look of determination on her face as she nears. He feels his palms sweating. The writer inside him making scenarios of what could happen.

Can't back out now Kate. You can do this. Stopping right in front of him, she places her hands on his cheeks, stroking in small circles before yanking his head down to hers. Her lips crashing onto his.

Is she doing what I think she is doing? Castle thinks. Pulling back ever so slightly, he gazes at her. As her eyes flutter open, he sees the confusion then panic as she steps away. Her hands flying to cover her mouth.

Oh god, he's rejecting me. Stupid, stupid. She backs away. Her mouth opening and closing, trying to form an excuse. Seeing her internal battle, he steps closer. "Kate." He murmurs. "Is this what you want?" He asks, a large hand coming up to cup one of her cheeks. Feeling her lean into it, he smiles reassuringly. A small nod of her head is all it takes. Leaning down, he slides his mouth over hers, eyes fluttering close at the sensation of her soft lips. Oh, thank lord.

Gasping slightly, Kate responds to the long arms encircling his neck, fingers tangling in his silky hair. Passion meeting passion as they battle together, competing for dominance. The floodgates open and they are swamped in emotions. Love, lust, passion, want, all mixing together to form the perfect cocktail. It settles around them, blanketing their bodies in its glowing aura.

Pulling her bottom lip into his mouth, he nips at it slightly, eliciting a groan from her. Oh, how he has dreamed of doing this. The hand that was on her cheek before trails down, his fingers stroking her body until he reaches her waist. Wrapping his arms around her, he tugs her closer. Their body heat now felt by both. Licking his top lip, she begs for entrance. He grants it without hesitation and relishes in the feel of her velvety tongue caressing his own. Moaning, he feels his hips grind into hers. Groans and gasps coming from each other at the friction created in that simple movement.

"Castle." Kate speaks as she pulls away for Oxygen. The name quickly turns into a low groan as he begins to trail kisses down her neck. Nipping and licking till he reaches the junction between her collarbone and neck. Sucking and nipping at the spot, he grins at the sounds that erupt from her. He soon growls in response as her hips glide against his, bucking at his touch.

"God, Kate." He whispers into her neck as he trails kisses back up, lips brushing a sensitive area just below her ear.

Tugging his head back up to her lips, she kisses him passionately, the want still there but this kiss is sweeter and slower. Pulling away, she looks into his eyes. The normally twinkling blue now dark and hooded as he looks down on her. His face flushed, lips bruised and swollen. Brushing her fingers around his mouth, she speaks. "Castle, bedroom?" It comes out as more of a question, showing the insecurity she now holds. Grinning wildly, he answers.

"Are you sure this is what you want? I can wait for as long as you like."

"The only thing I want now is you." The certainty in her voice reminds him of how he fell in love with her in the first place. He wants to say these words but he doesn't want her to run.

"No more running?" He whispers, uncertainty in his cerulean orbs.

Swallowing, she says, "No more running." Hoping her eyes are telling him all the things she wants to say but isn't ready to.

Kissing her again, he grasps her hand and pulls her into his room. consummating their relationship for once and for all.

In the morning, they woke together, showered together and neither ever felt a hint of regret.

Yeah, so, anything is welcome.