They had been listening to jazz and eating take-out at his apartment.
He was alone for the weekend and Kate Beckett had turned up at his place after a rough day at work.
She was angry and annoyed and needed someone to calm her down. And who better to take her mind of things than the eager and childish Richard Castle.
She was pacing around his kitchen and he was sitting on his expensive leather couch, his feet comfortably resting on the coffee table in front of him.
"Sit down, Kate," he ordered her, softly. "Forget about Gates, forget about the case, and forget about work."
Kate did as instructed, and sat down on the coffee table, facing him.
He pulled his legs down and sat properly.
"Let's talk about the obvious issue here," he said, with a smirk.
Kate raised her eyebrows.
"The obvious issue? And what might that be, Castle?"
"I'm simply saying you obviously can't stand it when I'm not around."
"Excuse me?"
"Well, I wasn't at the precinct today, so you came to me. You missed me," he said cheekily.
"I did not miss you,"
"Well you're here, aren't you?"
"Yeah, because I wanted to talk to someone from work who'd understand why I'm annoyed," she responded impatiently, staring him down.
"And you chose me. Not Ryan, not Esposito. Admit it, Kate. You missed me.
Kate couldn't help it. The man was infuriating her. But, he turned her on and so she did something that shocked them both.
She stood up, took a step forward and straddled him, right there on his couch.
She leaned her face in so close to his, her mouth was pressed against his ear. "Maybe I did miss you" she purred, before closing her mouth over his ear lobe and sucking lightly.
His eyes darkened and she knew she had him right where she wanted him.