NEW STORY TIME! Gather round, young children….wait! No, kids go away! It's grown-up time for this one! Go play with your Legos or something! Okay now, grown up peoples, enjoy!

1x01 Flowers For Your Grave

"How long, Sir?"

"That's for him to decide."

Beckett turns and sees Castle standing in the doorway, one brow raised in amusement. She narrows her eyes at him and turns back to the Captain. "Sir, I-"

Montgomery holds up one hand. "No argument, Detective. My hands are tied. Go on, now; I have work to do."

Beckett groans and stomps past Castle, grabbing his arm and dragging him into the break room and slamming the door behind her. Thankfully, it's empty.

With probably more force than was absolutely necessary, Kate shoves him into the table, making him nearly lose his balance. She doesn't wait for him to regain it before she starts hissing at him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she growls, invading his personal space, her eyes alight with anger.

Castle just leans back against the table and grins. "Whatever do you mean, Detective?"

Kate narrows her eyes and leans further into him. "You know exactly what I mean," she says lowly, suddenly realizing how close their faces are. She tries to lean back but loses her balance and has to catch herself with one hand on either side of Castle's hips on the table, her face brushing his shoulder. Castle's hands instinctively come to rest on her hips to steady her.

Beckett freezes when she feels his hands wrapped around her waist and she slowly lifts her eyes to his, her heart pounding in her chest. She notices his eyes darkening and darting between her mouth and her eyes and she finds herself doing to same thing, much to her horror.

"Castle," she croaks out, trying to regain control, "don't even th-"

But it's too late; Castle's mouth covers hers and she finds herself moaning as his tongue invades her open mouth. And she doesn't even try to fight it, anymore; his mouth feels way too good to fight it. Castle's arms wrap completely around her waist, crushing her to him and she finds herself reaching up to run her fingers through his hair.

I can't believe this is happening! She thinks. I can't believe I'm letting Richard Castle kiss me in the break room and yet his crotch is still completely intact. She grinds into him, feeling a large bulge and feeling more than hearing him moan into her mouth.

When she pulls back to gasp for air, Castle's lips travel down her jaw to her neck, where he begins to nibble at her pulse point. Kate lets a moan slip before moving away from him.

"Castle, wait," she says, holding him back at arm's length, "we…we shouldn't be doing this."

Castle pouts (adorably, she reluctantly thinks) and whines, "Why not?"

"Because…um, because," she can't think with him looking at her like that; like he wants to eat her. The thought makes her shiver and she looks away, finishing her though. "Because we work together…sort of."

"So?" Castle says, standing and taking a step closer to her. Kate takes a small step back and bumps into the counter.

She has nowhere left to go. "Castle, I-" but she doesn't get to finish because then he's right there, grinding his hips into hers, grinning as she lets out a small gasp.

"Come on, Detective," he whispers in her ear, "live a little. Don't you ever let your hair down?"

Kate narrows her eyes at him and before she can stop herself, she's connecting their lips again, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and spreading her legs as he steps into the space between her thighs. Castle doesn't wait another moment to start grinding into her again and begins rubbing a breast through her shirt, picking her up by her waist to sit her on the counter. Beckett groans as she feels the bulge in his pants dig into her core through the layers of their clothing, the friction making the inseam of her jeans rub against her clit. She moans his name and Castle's thrusts begin to pick up speed, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

Then, suddenly, he stops and moves away from her, grinning painfully, but cockily.

"Wh-what are you doing?" she gasps, breathlessly.

"Well, I don't know about you," he replies, "but I'm not too keen to come in my pants and I'm pretty sure it would unsanitary if we were to remove our clothes and do that in here. So, what do you say we go grab something to eat and then take this back to your place?"

"My place?" she asks, incredulously, trying to fight her annoyance at being left so close to the edge.

"You don't have roommates, do you?" he asks, hoping she'll say no.

"No," Kate gasps and Castle does a mental fist pump, "but-"

"No buts," Castle says, leaning back into her personal space to peck her lips. "Just okays, okay?"

Kate looks up at him with determination in her eyes. "I don't do one-night-stands, Castle," she says, resolutely.

"Great!" Castle replies. "Neither do I; you can call each and every one of my exes. I'll give you their names and numbers later. Now, come on!" He plucks her off the counter and sets her down on her feet, grabbing her hand to pull her out.

Beckett snatches her hand back and he turns to her, confused. "I'm not holding your hand out of here, Castle," she informs him. "I'd never hear the end of it," she grumbles under her breath. "And no talk about what we're about to do or where we're going, got it? I don't the boys or anybody else to know about this. Yet. Understood?"

Castle nods, grinning in triumph. "Understood. Just one more thing?"

Kate sighs. "What?" Castle smiles and places a soft, slow kiss on her lips, making her let out a soft moan.

"Just one more to get me through this," he explains, before walking to the door. Kate takes a deep breath, a small smile spreading on her lips, as she follows him out.

Not as smutty as I would have liked but the next one will probably earn the M-rating. REVIEWS!