She as usual is a spectacle to see. Leaning against the window, one knee bent staring at the rain drenched alley ways of Paris. In nothing but his shirt that stops half way down her thigh, sleeves rolled up, hair in a heap on her head.

"Come back to bed" Castle says. She looks over her shoulder and gives him a smile that, as of the last 8 years, has been reserved for only him. She looks radiant. She reluctantly strolls away from the window and comes over to the bed.

"So how's the 'non holiday' going?" he asks with a questioning look on his face. Beckett gives him an eye roll. The only reason she was unenthusiastic about her joining him on his book tour was because she was not game to see swarms of woman flirting shamelessly with him, and worse having to sit back and do nothing about it.

"I love the places, Paris is so beautiful and Milan" Beckett answered, a cheeky look adorned her face. Castle tugs her leg closer until she is resting on his thigh.

"Really-" he starts to run his hand up and down her taut calves. "Is there anything else you love about this 'non holiday'?" He says with a smirk plastered across his face.

"Well actually now that you mention it" Beckett moves to straddle him, and can feel the bulge below her start to make a firm appearance. "I do love" she leans into his ear and he feels the rush of adrenaline that he only ever feels when his is with her "The food". She leans back up and gives him a devious smirk.

"Still a tease" he states. Her only response is a rock of her hips. Castle lets out an excited moan.

"Well now that I think about it there might be some more things I love about this holiday, I love my morning runs in Europe better than in new York". She starts to move her hands up and down his chest.

"I love walking in the alleys of Paris and the people, mostly I just love the people" Beckett explains, and he goes to say something until she continues, "Well actually it's not really the people I love it's a certain person".

"Really and who might that be?" castle asks, waiting for some witty comeback about how it would be great for him to meet this person someday. Instead he just gets-

"You, I just love you" she declares, with a shy but unquestionable tone. He pulls her in for a long languid kiss, he swipes his tongue over her bottom lip and asks for entrance, which she quickly grants. As she begins to splay her fingers on his bare chest, he pulls away and looks straight in to her awe filed eyes.

"Well mine is just meeting my adoring fans that hang off my every word, literally, but you know thanks anyway". Castle says, and in all but three seconds a soft, fluffy pillow hits him straight in the face.

"Jackass" she breathes as she goes to move off of him. Castle grabs an arm just before she completely leaves the bed.

"Where are you going?"

"Well clearly you would rather have sex with your ego than with me so I'm going for my run" she tries to hide the smile but it's obviously not working.

"No trust me my ego isn't nearly as good as you in bed, my ego can't do that leg thing, where you-"

"Castle…shush" she returns to the bed and straddles him again, this time she places her legs next to his shoulder. He releases a soft moan.

"hmmmmm you like that?"

"Oh god yes"

"Good" Beckett says with a smirk on her face.

"I don't think you will be needing your run after we finish here" he states and starts to move her- his- shirt from her body and kiss across her collarbone.

There is no way one million of his fans compare to Kate Beckett, whether she is sitting in the precinct doing paperwork or sprawled out on his bed. She is definitely the favourite part of his 'non holiday' as well.