Disclaimer: I don't own Castle or any of its characters. Would be nice though.

I love writing in first person, and have been out of the game for awhile. Decided the finale of Castle was the perfect push. The story will all be in first person from different points of view, hence the name. A bit nervous as it's my first fanfic in awhile … please review.

POINT OF VIEW

Kate

I don't know exactly what I expected.

I had dreamed of him of course. There were many nights thoughts of him rose unbidden in my mind. How would we come together? What kind of lover would he be? Playful and eager? Sweet and adoring, perhaps even reverent?

None of those images prepared me for the demanding male body pressed against mine, each touch radiating intensity; his tongue plundering the depths of my mouth, hands in turn spanning my waist and clutching me against him. I struggle mentally to find purchase. "Who is this man?" is soon followed by "Why did I wait so long?" and "God, please don't let him stop."

In some ways, my being here was somewhat inevitable. I had been calling for Richard Castle all day, both subconsciously and out loud, whether it was screaming his name dangling over several stories of concrete or whispering it softly through tears in the rain.

Of course, now all I can do is gasp. "Castle!" His mouth moves from my swollen lips down my neck, toward the vee of my breasts, my blouse and bra quickly casualties of his passion. There is nothing tentative, nothing unsure.

Earlier, only my scar had given him pause. His ardor seemed subdued as we walked to his bedroom. I was leading him, I suppose, as I often had in our years working side by side. Sweet, silly, funny Castle, always watching for my next move.

That all changed in the shadows of his bedroom. As lightning flashed, so did his need, and now, as the textured wood of the door makes its mark on my bare back, Castle's lips, hands, body brand me from head to toe. I always believed he would be gentle. Not that he is rough, but the man sweeping my senses with his lips, hands, tongue is … possessive, wanting, determined. And finally, I am ready to give him what demands.

"Castle …"

I pull back long enough to fumble with the buttons of his shirt, suddenly eager to feel him against me. He takes over when I have trouble navigating the fabric, and as he finishes the job. My hands move to his belt, and I manage to pull it off, tossing it to the floor. I start to work on his pants when I am swept up against the heat of his chest.

The world spins as he carries me swiftly to his bed. I have only a moment to grasp its vastness, the softness of the coverlet, before he starts pulling my sodden jeans off my legs.

Somewhere in my muddled mind I worry they will cling to my skin, but Castle dispatches the denim quickly. Thunder crashes, followed again by a flash of lightning. He stills, and I see his eyes in the brilliance, taking me in. "Kate."

It's not a moan or a whisper. It's a declaration. I am here, laid bare before him.

Soon all I see, feel and need is his body against me. His hands find places no one has touched, at least not in this way. Every nerve ending comes alive, sparking with intensity not unlike the storm raging outside. His breath draws in sharply as my hand reaches between us, stroking the length of him as I nip his earlobe. But he does not pause … it's almost as if he seems intent on memorizing my skin by touch. My whole body screams for him, wanting more.

And he gives it, hands moving down my sides, my legs, up to my hips, which lift to him unashamed. He reaches inside of me, and I moan, unable to process what I am feeling. Suddenly, it's all too much to bear, having him touch me deeply, but still too far away. I want him … all of him.

"Castle …" My voice is yearning, beseeching, unashamed. "Please …"

Swiftly, he shifts, moving between my willing legs, bruising my lips with his once again. My thighs twitch and quiver with anticipation, with want, with the destiny that began the day we met. I wait …

And he pauses. I gasp, feeling as if a part of me is missing. I yearn for this man. "Rick …"

"Kate. Look at me." His voice is low, harsh, demanding. I open my eyes, unable to deny him anything. Somehow in the dark, I see his gaze burning into mine. "There's no going back."

I wet my lips, swallowing before I am able to speak, a hoarse whisper rasping out.

"Promise?"

In response, his lips crush mine as I feel the entire length of him slide effortlessly to my core. Time seems to stop as his hand threads through my hair, holding me tightly. My eyes clench shut, my entire body seeming to sigh in relief.

Soon, our bodies find their rhythm. My hands roam his body – broad shoulders, muscled back. My nails leaving their mark as I tremble, barely able to hold on, yearning for release but wanting more, always more.

"Kate … God." His ragged breath tells me he is struggling as well. His movements slow but increase in intensity as his lips bite and pull at my neck. Each thrust pushes me further and further until suddenly, brilliantly -

I am lost.

Next chapter will be from Castle's POV, as you may have guessed. Chapters at times may switch between POVs, but will always have headings to clue you in. Shall I continue? Thanks for any feedback.