disclaimer: i still own nothing, but i had to borrow and play for a little while longer as my imagination is being very loud and obnoxious.

He was teetering on the edge of sleep, drifting weightless in an after glow of warm tidal waves and letting his imagination play through all the wonderful things that had just happened in his bed, and during the course of this amazing, mind blowing day.

…

They had ended their first 'official' date, reluctantly with him agreeing to walk her home, but when they had reached her door, she hadn't wanted the night to end. She had invited him in, disappeared, only to reappear within minutes with a bag before demanding she returned the favour and walked him home. He had tried to convince her to stay, he would be happy to stay at hers but she would have none of it. So he had given in.

As they slunk into his bedroom he had insisted he know why she hadn't wanted to stay at her place.

"I want to wake up here" she had whispered against his lips as she unbuttoned his shirt "with you, its how I imagined it".

"Oh really!" he smiled in triumph as she admitted she had imagined them here, doing this, wanting it just as much as he had.

"You ever gonna stop being surprised by me?" she asked tweaking his ear with her finger tips before pulling him into another kiss.

"God, I hope not." he had replied hoarsely before they had tumbled into his bed.

…...

Now he dozed lightly with images of her floating, hovering, anchored above him, hair trailing her body, catching his face as she leant forward, tickling him and making him laugh. But her eyes had darkened with an intensity he couldn't find funny, he was swept along in her eyes, watching her watch him.

She rolled to her side and he followed so they faced each other, and she pulled him into another searing kiss. Lips moving, arms and legs tangled, intense and fierce. She trailed her hand along his side, fingers pressing lightly on muscles, ribs and abdomen before catching the sheet wound around his waist and tugging it off. There was a gust of air from the sheet that made his skin tingle and he watched over her head as it sailed in a cloud of white, drifting to the floor at the foot of the bed. She rolled them again so he was pinned under her and leant down her intent clear, her lips meeting his with determination, as she rose on to her knees to….

There was a loud crash.

He sat straight up in bed, arms wide to catch her, except she wasn't there, cos he was, dammit, dreaming. He shivered realising the sheet was missing and reached for it. The room was dark, his hand searching the bed finding it empty of both sheet and sultry Detective. Where the hell was she?

Then he remembered the noise, and a feeling of panic welled within him.

"Kate?" he whispered, sitting up in the bed.

There was another muffled thump and murmuring.

He flung his legs over the side of the bed prepared to jump up and search for her before thinking he needed a plan.

What would she do?

Stealth!

He needed to be quick and quiet and clothed, he glanced down at his naked body, snaked his hand along the edge of the bed and found his boxers. He shuffled into them without getting up.

He heard another thump, ok screw stealth. He jumped up, hit the switch on the lamp at his bedside and, when his brain finally caught up with him, remembered the baseball bat under the bed. He reached for it, then stood on the bed, bat held behind his head, ready to swing it, ready to hurt anyone who was anywhere near her.

He strode purposefully to the end of the bed, ready to leap off of it and march into his loft in search of her. But as he reached the edge of the bed he spotted the sheet, and the quaking mass huddled underneath it.

He dropped to his knees, bat forgotten on the mattress behind him, reaching for her.

"Kate are you…?" his voice was panicked his hand resting on her arm as she rolled.

One hand flung across her eyes, the other thumping the floor at her side as she rocked back and forth and he realised she was…laughing. Laughing so hard tears were streaming down her face and she couldn't speak.

She took a deep gasping breath to steady herself, it did nothing, and another fit hit her. She bent double clutching her stomach.

He'd never seen her do this, it was fascinating. He seen her smile, laugh, even giggle once or twice, but this! It was just pure unadulterated child-like joy, it washed across her face, lifting her.

He scooted so he lay flat on his stomach, peering over the edge of the mattress, watching her.

He tilted his head "What's so funny?" he wasn't that sure he cared, just laying like this watching her was entertainment enough for him.

She tried to speak a few times before she managed to get out anything coherent, then he sort of wished she hadn't.

"Sex…." she burst out laughing again.

"I'm sorry what?" he sat up, feeling rather wounded and indignant, if she had complaints this was not the nicest of ways to inform him.

She tried again, still laughing.

"Sex…bat…" she shook her head, no use, before crumpling again onto the floor.

"Kate, are you having a breakdown?" he asked her completely confused.

She laughed but held up her thumb and index finger, scrunching them together.

"A small one?" he asked

She nodded, trying to breathe.

"About sex bats?" he asked, maybe he could figure this out play her weird form of charades.

More laughter. This was very frustrating, but at least she shook her head.

"We…" she waved a hand at the two them still laughing, but trying to explain because he had looked a bit upset before, she tried not to think about why knowing it would make her laugh all the more.

"We..?" he was confused, she glared at him while still laughing (that was very clever) but then he caught on "Oh, WE… we had sex?" he queried watching her heave for breath still, laughing every time she looked at him.

She nodded.

"And you found it so funny, you crumpled into a heap at the end of my bed to laugh, and wound my pride and fragile male ego for all of eternity, very nice Kate, thank you." He went to get up, but she caught his arm, laughing still but her eyes softer.

"Noooo…" her eyes pleaded with him to understand, so he stayed, "…Good time!" she muttered, watching his eyes light up, and another wave of laughter crumpled her to the floor.

" Oh, we had sex and you had a good time' she shook her head laughing, he smiled back "you had a gooood time" she nodded.

She tried to talk again.

" and I…" she gestured down the length of her body, and wiggled her fingers "…floaty."

"You felt all floaty?" he asked… she nodded again.

Oh this was much better, more ego boosting and less...traumatic than her laughing at him on the floor.

"weak…" she took a shuddering, heaving breath "at the knees" she said between gasps, the laughter finally slowing down.

Yeah, much, much better. She could talk like this all day.

"I was gonna…" she blushed, feeling silly considering what they had been doing less than an hour ago, a giggle escaped her lips " return the favour. Again" she grinned at him as his eyes went wide and darkened.

"Ohh really…"

"But I forgot where I was, and I fell…" she started to laugh again…. "I fell off of your bed."

She crumpled into a ball giggling and rolling back and forth.

He felt completely bemused, ok it was funny, but it wasn't really that funny!

She came back down quicker this time. Looking up at him from where she remained draped on the floor. His eyes were soft and warm as he watched her. He didn't really get it, she could see that, but he was enjoying watching her be happy. She hiccupped, laughter coming to an end, as she looked at him, her heart feeling very full in her chest.

She didn't want to explain that part of the reason it was so funny was because she had fallen out of his bed. A place she had imagined being in frequently over the last few months, years even. Fantasies she had conjured in her mind ranged widely, but in none of them had she so ungracefully lost her footing, crumpled in his sheet and landed on the floor.

He was leaning down, his lips parted slightly, eyes intent, moving to kiss her.

"And then you jumped up wielding a bat." she said the words against his lips, missing the kiss.

She mimicked the motion he had made swinging an invisible bat behind her head, and she was gone again. This time he went with her, laughing as she continued to mock him.

Whilst she was distracted, he used his elbows as leverage to drag himself towards her, trying to grab her for another kiss. He stupidly forgot her ninja skills were better than his, because even though she continued to laugh, she squirmed out of his grasp, reaching round and pulled him by the arm.

Unbalanced as he was, with no way to catch himself, he fell from the bed in a heap, landing partially next to her, partially on top of her. Both of them let out groans of pain caused by the collision before she laughed, just once.

"Sorry" she said catching his face in her hands and kissing him softly on the lips.

"You had me doubting my prowess Detective" he said pouting down at her, he got lost for a few seconds in the image of her, laughter still lighting up her face and her hair fanned around her on the floor. Naked, draped only in the sheet from his bed.

She growled, smacking him on the arm.

"What did I say?" she looked deadly serious.

"Kate," he smiled again, rubbing his arm, but happy with the pain "my mistake, Kate!" he emphasized her name.

"Better," her eyes went soft again, warm and dreamy, "I told you to call me Kate, I like it when you call me Kate".

Something proud and awed washed through him as he realised him using her name made her look like that, happy.

"Ok, Kate at home, Detective at work!" he said grinning down at her "and Beckett when we are in the bedroom." he laughed as her eyes widened and something sparked behind them.

"Oh, no" she said arms snaking around his head " Only Beckett at work," mischief sparked behind her eyes as she pulled him in for a long hot kiss "that way I'll know what you're thinking about whenever you say my name."

She tried to roll them, but he wouldn't let her, he liked being able to stare down at her, watch her cheeks flush and her eyes darken, and for once she was happy to let him linger above her, in control.

He moved slowly laying kisses along her neck before he settled over her ear and whispered, each word punctuated by a kiss and the soft trailing of his fingers up her thigh.

"Detective…Beckett…" He felt her shudder and moan, making him smile "Kate…." he took her earlobe into his mouth pulling it gently with his teeth. "No matter what I call you, you will always know what I'm thinking about."