The world around the two bodies was silent and still. There was no wind tonight, not even a whisper. It was as if everything around the two of them, all the worldly possessions– all of the world –had just melted away. Left over from the melting were the two bodies presently curled into one another.
Kate Beckett dare not stir. She was not going to ruin this exceptionally perfect moment; the moment when the world stood still and all that she could feel was Castle's naked body pressing against her own.
Castle. Right now he was breathing evenly and quietly, the faint rise and fall of his chest pushed lightly against Kate's back, reaffirming that he was there with her. She found it funny that while he had taken to calling her Kate instead of Beckett, she had never taken to calling him Rick. Using the name "Castle" just felt right to her, it felt personal.
Outside, the temperature was nearing the single digits. Even inside the Castle's loft, it was a temperature which some might consider to be on the cool side. Right now however, with the heat radiating between Kate's body and her boyfriend's body, she was the perfect temperature.
The last of the sweat from their passionate love-making session was evaporating away. Soon, all they would be left with would be memories of this night. These moments were the memories Kate treasured most of all. Not the actual love-making, but the part right after: the part where Castle wrapped her up in his arms and held her so close that no space was left between them, no ability for their bodies to be separated or for even the smallest of particles to pass between them.
She relished in this closeness. She relished in the warmth of him against her, in the smell that wafted around her which was so distinctly Castle, and in the feeling of being enveloped by the one person whom you love unconditionally.
And in these silent moments when nothing existed except the two bodies that were so perfectly made for each other they molded into one, Kate Beckett felt safe.