Yes, I know there are about one hundred fics of the S4 finale and I already did one but this one is special.

This is a bit different from my other fics because it doesn't have dialogs. It's 99% describtive and I hope you'll see why.

A/N: English is not my first language but I did my best. It should be enough for now ;)

Enjoy your reading and I'd love to know what you think of it.

(I made a feel changes so you might want to check the first 3 chapters again today 9/9)


She's making an offer he can't refuse and she's giving him three seconds to take it. Take her. And he does. He pins her to his front door, slamming it shut. It triggers a chill that runs through her body making it shiver with anticipation.

She claims his lips again and for the first time in that night he responds crashing their mouths together. He can't fight his urges anymore, he wants it badly enough to get over being hurt. He does. She changed for him. She let it go.

They're in a hurry to devour each other, nothing seems to be enough. He begins to conquer every inch of her body with his kisses - he has to. So it starts with her lips, and then he kisses her pulse point near her left ear and trails it down her neck, while his hands caress her sides pulling her against him. She's letting him have it his way, take her and mark her as his own. And when she feels his lips on her skin her fingers dive into his hair - like she always wanted to do - pushing him against her, craving for more.

The tiny moans escaping from her lips are driving him crazy and he wants more of them and every time he presses her against that door she gives it to him. Never enough though. Her nails are scratching his skin over his shirt and it's enough to make his hips thrust hers unconsciously and he can't decide rather to kiss her lips or her neck and it's killing him.

The doubt trails out of his mind as soon as his eyes find the V in her chest. He needs to be sure; he's got to see it. And then his openmouthed kisses on the column of her throat are descending to her chest, and she knows he wants to see it. She hums in desperation to the lost of touch of his lips on her skin.

Her salty and sweet taste lingers on his lips and all she can feel him exhaling hot breath over her scar moments before his kiss on top of it. He undoes the first button of her shirt like it's a natural thing between them, and pushes the fabric apart as far as it can get.

A lacy bra embraces to swell of her breasts and it so matches the floor more then it matches her smooth, creamy and soft skin underneath it right now. 'did she planned this?' the thought crosses his mind – if she did, god he loves her - and she's soaked, dripping wet, and it's not the good kind of wet, no. The pain clenches his heart when he sees the scar so exposed now, almost a year after the shot.

She takes his hand under hers and doesn't think twice: she claims his lips as she presses his hand to her chest saying everything with this gesture, he knows. She's saying she's alive; she's saying she remembers; she's saying she loves him, too.

She's pressing her tongue to his bottom lip, demanding access into his mouth and he's letting her have it. Her hot, slick and strong muscle slides over his, slightly pressing it down and then it's moving over his and it's so good. She's stroking his tongue and it's so obscene, so intimate and so loving that he sucks on her tongue, earning a moan from deep her throat.

She's withdrawing her tongue and he can't let it go yet, he needs more of her and his tongue follows hers into her mouth. She sucks on his muscle appreciating his need to get more of them. They taste good. She nips at his lip and he does the same.

The corners of her lips curl up against his and he knows she's smiling, yet he has to open his eyes and see it.

She's smiling and he's serious. What a twist.

She sucks in her bottom lip and slightly bites it as she runs her fingers down his arm, intertwining them with his. She's asking him a question she really doesn't need to ask. Of course he's going with her to wherever she takes him. He feels a soft tug and he follows her sexy figure, guiding them to his bedroom.

She steps in his bedroom and looks around while he follows behind her. She can feel his body's heat calling her name and she turns to face him. He's standing by the door waiting for her move, letting her decide what to do and she steps forward invading his personal space, toe to toe breathing the same air. She's leaning into him and he thinks that's it, but she closes the door behind him.

This proximity is intoxicating and his hands twitch with the need to feel her hot skin but he won't give in first – but if she takes more than two minutes the hell with it.

Her body rises above his chest and she ghosts her lips over his breathing in the air that leaves his lungs. Nothing is close enough. One of her hands is cupping his jaw, the other search his shoulder for support and she angles her head just enough for their mouth thoroughly explore each other but they're not touching. Her digits dig his skin desperate to feel him as her eyes flicker to his mouth and the tip of her tongue darts out to moister her bottom lip biting it as it slips under her teeth. She flicks her eyes back to his, closes them and the proximity of their mouths as well.

His eyes are closed shut at the heat of her mouth on his. He wants to make this night special, memorable - her last first night. Her unbelievable soft breasts are pressed to his chest, her hips fitting into his and it's all too much and never enough-

He's done this before, she knows this move and he's sure she remembers it well. His fingers tangle within her locks letting a portion of his hand cup her jaw as his hand at her small back presses her body into his own. His right leg steps between her legs, slightly bending her back and he nuzzles her nose with his opening his eyes one last time before his lips captures hers for dear life.

His hair welcomes the slide of her fingers tousling it completely, the graze of them on his scalp and the growl they tear from deep his throat. His tongue invades her mouth catching her off guard, but not entirely. She hums at feel of his hot tongue sliding across her palate and she sucks on it, sliding her tongue under his and then around it, slightly applying pressure as their muscles massage each other.

He pushes her jacket off her shoulders and arms, tossing it somewhere over the floor. There's no rush despite their hunger for each another. She's walking him to the bed and he doesn't care where she takes him as long she's with him. His fingers are slightly scraping her nape as his arms hold her tight against him, yet gently.

She keeps walking until the back of her calves bump on the bed and she falls, taking him with her. There are no words to describe the feel of his body pressing hers to the mattress and she pushes herself up a bit and let her body have what it has been craving for: him. She just wants him. The full weight of his body over hers makes her hips buckle under his and it fits so perfectly into his – likes it's costume made.

It's raining outside. It's a thunderstorm. The only light in the room is coming from the lightening outside and they don't care. They should, but they don't. They don't want to see anything, they want to feel tonight. And they'll feel plenty.

He takes a second to adjust to the idea of Kate Beckett on his bed thrusting her hips into his. Their breathing is short and heavy, cheeks pink; pupils fully dilated in their darkened eyes. He sees her swollen lips blood-red, tousled hair, blurred makeup and can't remember seeing anything sexier in his life.

The press of his lips over hers is tender, trailing a hot path to her ears and nips at her lobe humming into her – god, he wants her. He sucks on her pulsing point on her neck and trails it down with his tongue, while his hands caress her sides from her hips to her breasts, cupping them.

With a tiny moan she arches her back giving him better access to her neck. He scrapes his teeth onto the column of her throat groaning, so she can feel the vibe, and then soothing the area all over with openmouthed kisses. His kisses goes south while his hands are massaging her breasts; teasing her already hard nipples, slightly pinching the tips between his fingertips and then slowly teasing them.

She teases his legs slightly sliding her foot onto their length. One of her hands scratch his scalp while her fingers run through his hair, and the other travels on his back tugging itself into his pants to grope his butt. The thrust of her hips into is his pushing him down on her reaping a growl from him and the thrust of his hips, too.

His mouth ghosts her chest and when he reaches her scar, the tip of his tongue traces its contour and then he places a kiss on top of it. He turns his attention to her breasts using his hands to undo her button-down one by one letting his fingers explore her cold skin; he feels every inch of her body shiver in anticipation and tense under his touch.

He scrapes his teeth over her nipples covered only by the lace of the bra, one by one, taking them between his teeth. He flips his tongue on their tips, and sucks on them afterwards. He can only try to figure what they'll taste like when the bra is gone, and all the things he wants to do with them. He straddles her and sits over his heels to finish her buttons. No hurry.

His palm slides up her stomach teasing her contracting muscles under his touch. There's so much of her exposed now and it gets more and more beautiful to strip her by the minute. She sits up and he pushes the fabric off of her, revealing her soft and shivered skin to him.

Quickly, her hands tug his shirt up until she finds its hem. The kisses he receives are passionate and they let their tongues do their dance while she shifts them on the bed. Suddenly he's on his back and she's kissing his jaw, then his lobe and she nips at his pulsing point humming in appreciation of the flavor – a mix of his cologne, the saltiness of his sweat and something intoxicating… his taste. She inhales sharply his scent and drifts her openmouthed kisses to the column of his throat.

All they can hear are their sharp breaths and the storm drowning the city outside.