This is just a fluffy Caskett moment set after 5x22 :) enjoy !
Her legs felt limp, her back was sore, actually, she didn't have to draw a list- Her whole body felt as if she had stood on a bomb for the entire day- Wait, she had stood on a bomb nearly the entire day. It had been a hell of a day, and coming back to Castle's appartement had never felt better. She was home, at last. After what had happened that day- the whole 'flirting with death' thing- his place looked overly familiar, and she burst into tears smelling his familiar fragrance filling the room.
'Hey ! Kate, that's okay, you're with me, you're safe.' Castle whispered while pulling her against him. She let herself go into his arms, feeling his heart beat against her chest, soothing her.
'I'm so tired Castle-'
He smiled in her hair. He loved to see her relax and open up and tell him how she felt. He took her face in his hands and gave her a gentle peck on the lips.
'Let's get you showered. It's been a long day, you need to relax'.
Had it been an other day, she would have thought it was only an excuse to see her naked, but she could see his concern was genuine. He only cared about her well-being.
'I'm a big girl, I should be able to do that alone Castle.'
He cast her a look that left her with no other option than accepting his offer and she let him took her hands to guide her to the bathroom. There, he didn't leave her the opportunity to put off her clothes, doing it himself while kissing her forefront, her cheeks, her neck, and every inch of her getting-naked body. She could feel his tears rolling on her skin everywhere his cheeks touched her, but she said nothing. She respected his sensitivity. To be truthful, she couldn't find any word to soothe him. She felt like crying too. Once he was done with getting her naked, he gently led her to the shower, and followed her under the running water. He massaged her head with her cherry scented shampoo, rubbed her back with soap, and soon, his hands were all over her, taking in the moment, making sure she was still alive. She let him take care of her. She felt weak but at ease in front of him, staring at his deep blue eyes.
Later, he laid her on his bed, still naked, and as he was about to pull the sheets over her, she stopped him.
'Please, come lie on me.' she pleaded.
He swallowed, sat on the edge of the bed and took her hand.
'I can't do it tonight Kate I-'
She cut him. She was too tired to make love, she didn't want to.
'That's not what I'm asking. I want- I need to feel you.'
He nodded and he slowly obeyed, resting on his elbows so as not to crush her. However, she eyed his arms and sighed.
'You won't kill me Rick.'
'You nearly blew into pieces today, I don't want to crush you into the mattress.'
She cast him an exasperate look and he complied, careful not to hurt her.
It felt good, feeling her everywhere on his skin, smelling her skin. He closed his arms around her, and she follow suit, grasping his shoulders in a desesperate attempt to pull him closer and she closed her eyes to feel him better. He kissed her cheek and burried his head in the crook of her neck.
They had lived to see the end of that day, and they both wanted to feel life flowing inside of them. They fell asleep, shaking helplessly, clinging to each other.