Author's note: This is my first foray into Castle fandom. It will be a collection of short one shots inspired by the songs that give it title though, definitely, NOT SONG FICS. I hope you enjoy. I hope you review. Reviews are nice. :)

Note 2: As ever, thank you to my lovely beta MickeyBoggs.

Note 3; (man, I am verbose today!) If you came to this story because you have an author alert and are hoping for "Are you there" from the Bones fandom, please be assured that I have not forgotten about it. The next chapter is coming soon.

With love

Jane

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Breathe (Faith Hill)

I can feel the magic floating in the air
Being with you gets me that way
I watch the sunlight dance across your face
And I've never been this swept away
All my thoughts just seem to settle on the breeze
When I'm lying wrapped up in your arms
The whole world just fades away
The only thing I hear
Is the beating of your heart

Cause I can feel you breathe
It's washing over me
And suddenly I'm melting into you
There's nothing left to prove
Baby, all we need is just to be
Caught up in the touch
Slow and steady rush
Baby, isn't that the way that love's suppose to be
I can feel you breathe

In a way I know my heart is waking up
As all the walls come tumbling down
Closer than I've ever felt before
And I know, and you know
There's no need for words right now

I can feel the magic floating in the air
Being with you gets me that way...

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It was the breath that gave her away. Those heated fast intakes of breath from the heated argument suddenly changed into soft exhale that caressed his face in a way her hands had never done. The pissing contest was over in a heartbeat but the challenge still hung in the air. All his bravado, all his flair condensed into one single though: stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. But, hell, he couldn't help himself. He closed the minute distance and fastened his hungry lips over hers. The first touch was the stuff his wet dreams were made of: violent heat, thunderstorms and all that his words on the page had never come close to reproducing.

Stupid. Really stupid.

Rush of blood to the head.

Any minute now she would deck him. Any minute now she was going to throw his ass on the floor and beat the shit out of him. Stupid. Really stupid. Except smart wouldn't feel half as satisfying. And the blood rush made him dizzy, giddy. He wanted more.

He wanted it all. All of her.

She didn't deck him. She didn't so much as make a move to break the contact between the small expanse of their skins touching. She just breathed. Deep, slow, steady. The air that was in her was his to inhale. He did. Greedy son of bitch that he was, he breathed her in, her used up air, her scent, her. His hands went from the chair he was gripping to her short hair and pulled her closer, so close he could have tucked himself under her skin. And he took more of the kiss. If she snapped out of it now and decided to kill him, he could die happy.

How long did that kiss last?

Fuck if he knew.

"I should have stayed in the car."

"Yeah, you should."

"I'm not sorry."

Her brow did the little question mark thing he'd made sure Nikki Heat got from her.

"Are you gonna hurt me now?"

She took his bottom lip between her teeth and bit softly, playing it cool. Her breath was what gave her way. Hot, fast, rushed. God, he loved her sounds. Her heels click-clacking it when she strode places, her snorts when he said something stupid, all that she said, all she did not cry. He was a goner and knew it. He licked his lip when her teeth left him, missing the pressure.

"Only a little."

Oh yeah, he was a goner. She melted into him and he was in for the ride of his life.

Just breathe, Rick. Just breathe.