Richard Castle reached over to the plate of cookies beside his laptop and picked one up, taking a large bite before shoving the rest into his mouth, another quickly following the first. He then placed his fingers in the correct position over the worn out letters, he desperately needed a new computer but was too lazy to go out and buy one. He stared at the blank document in front of him and, taking one last glance at the pile of cookies off to the side, got to work on his latest story.

After what he thought couldn't have been more than half an hour he heard light, muffled footsteps coast along the shiny, dark floors of his loft apartment. A few seconds after that, long, slim fingers were gently running through his floppy chocolate brown hair and he sighed softly, closing his eyes and leaning into the touch of his wife, Kate.

"How's the writing going?" Kate asked, a smile on her lips as she leaned down and gently kissed her husband's scalp, continuing to play with his hair.

"Pretty smoothly actually." He raised his arm in a gesture towards the computer screen where Kate could see he was already on his second chapter.

She chuckled softly, usually her husband was the master of procrastination but today he seemed to be eager to get up early and write.

"What's up with you this morning? You almost never get up this early to write?" She asks lightly, slipping her fluffy pink slippers off and sliding them across the floor,watching as they ended up somewhere in the corner.

He opened his eyes, shrugged and smiled up at her from where he was still reclining in his desk chair.

"New inspiration I guess." He sat up and wrapped his arms around her. Kate smiled and stepped out of his embrace.

"Look," she started. "I know you have to write and all but-" her hands slipped to the belt tied tightly around her waist, holding her translucent caramel brown robe together. "maybe you could squeeze in a little... distraction" she smiled and pulled on the belt, the robe coming apart and falling to the floor with a light thump.

He gulped and looked her up and down before slowly shutting his laptop and pushing himself out of his comfortable leather chair. "Distraction would be... nice..." he managed before she pulled on the collar of his black T-shirt, leading them down the hall to their bedroom and shutting the door with a loud bang.