A/N:

So, this is…unexpected, which is probably the understatement of the century. I blame it solely on kimmiesjoy and AlwaysCastle, well, maybe not solely, since the encouraging reviews for "Slip of the tongue" came into play as well. ;) But their simple act of skyping had me inspired. Sometimes weird things happen.

I really hadn't planned to write another story, and if at all, then at least not in the next two months. Although the idea of a sequel did cross my mind before, kimmiesjoy kinda nudged me in one of her reviews in a direction I hadn't thought of at all…reminding me "you set yourself up for a sequel with the whole..she will get him back for this...soooooo…".

This isn't beta-ed or anything this time around, and there might be quite a couple of mistakes, so please bear with me.

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own anything.

She comes knocking on the door of his loft after a rather uneventful and tiring day of paperwork. Alexis, talking on the phone and apparently on her way out, greets her with a smile and a wave in the general direction of his study, the only indication Kate needs.

She finds him there on the couch with his laptop in front of him, talking to someone she can't see, skyping, apparently.

Still unnoticed, she stands in the door, letting her eyes trail over him – sprawled out on the couch in…are these...?

Oh… she has to stifle a laugh, her mouth twitching up in barely contained amusement, her eyes dancing with mirth at his ridiculous outfit.

Rick Castle, clad in a grey button-down shirt, a black tie and neon green alien boxers, while green socks complete his, well…stylish outfit, is sprawled out on the couch in all his glory without a care in the whole world. She hears him talking about Frozen Heat, answering the questions of a woman while - wait…is he giving an interview?

Dressed like…that? What the hell?

But then she notices his laptop is in a slightly higher position, so the person on screen can probably only see his face, maybe - if at all - the upper half of his torso.

Oh, if only the reporter knew how the oh-so-sophisticated Richard Castle is sitting on his couch right now in nothing but a grey button down and silly green alien boxers while giving an interview…

At this thought she can't contain the little chuckle in the back of her throat any longer.

Looking up at the sound, his eyes light up at the sight of her. He wants to say something but she brings her finger to her mouth, quietly shushing him.

She walks softly towards the couch, letting herself slide down to the floor at his feet, facing him, her hand brushing lightly at his ankles in greeting. With a contented sigh she leans her head on his leg a little, dropping a light kiss on the side of his knee, while letting her eyes slide closed, listening quietly to his deep voice answering the reporter's questions.

He nudges her a little with his leg, letting one of his fingers trail lightly down her temple and jaw so that she looks up. Apparently, he took her short moment of reprieve to scribble something on a little note pad, holding it carefully up now for only her to see.

Sorry, impromptu interview, short notice :(

He casts a quick apologetic glance at her before turning his full attention to the reporter again, answering her questions about Rook's recovery in Frozen Heat while simultaneously jotting down another note.

Will probably take a while. 1/2h maybe? :(

His handwriting is a little crooked due to the fact that he writes on his lap and can't really look at what he's doing. It's cute.

Love you.

He drew a little heart next to his declaration. It's cheesy and sweet, and she finds herself actually melting at his silly little notes. Looking up, she smiles widely at him and mouths ditto.

And then she can't stop looking at him, knows she's staring but…she just can't help it. Because she thinks he looks sexy and adorable as hell, his hair a little tousled from probably running his hands through it one too many times and…yeah.

She grabs half of his note pad and another pen and writes a little note of her own, smirking while holding it up.

Nice boxers.

You like?

She sees him raise his eyebrows slightly, barely wiggling them, probably not noticeable to anyone – but she knows him, knows his tells like no one else's.

Quite dashing. Wanna make an impression on your fans?

He narrows his eyes a little, while drawing a smiley with its tongue poking out, holding it up for her to see. Then he grabs a strand of her hair, tugging at it lightly, mock-reprimanding her for her teasing. And all of this while answering questions about his book. Quite impressive. Not that she will ever tell him.

She smirks, leans back on her hands a little and studies him - his relaxed posture on the couch with one arm slung across the back of it, the other holding the pen and note pad on his thigh, his legs now outstretched in front of him.

Her position on the floor, gazing up at him like that, takes her back to a completely different scenario a couple of weeks ago.

She's suddenly flooded with images of him crouching under her desk, looking up at her with dark eyes blazing with so much desire it still sends tingles up and down her spine just thinking about it.

And then she remembers the debacle with Gates and how he put his foot in his mouth - several times -, making her blush crimson with embarrassment and -

Hmm.

She starts to wonder.

What if...

No, she can't, she shouldn't really, but…

Ever since that day she was looking for an opportunity to get back at him for that, so what if…?

Sparks of arousal lick at her while even more images from that day invade her mind, and how hot it was - the danger of being discovered only adding to that.

She also remembers how she struggled to remain quiet, how hard and almost painful it was, to not cry out in pleasure and – oh yes, revenge is sweet.

Her adventurous streak suddenly taking over, she feels her stomach tighten with anticipation, the thrill of being reckless and a little wild and –

She lets her hands trail lightly up and down his calf, nothing too serious, but she feels his leg twitch, sees the muscles in his thighs tensing, hears him clearing his throat.

Oh yeah, he does bring out the best in her, she thinks, smirking slightly to herself, most certainly the best of her mischievous side.

Well, he kind of asked for it, so who is she to deny him, really?

She'll show him what he gets for messing with her, embarrassing her in front of Gates…and it's only an added bonus that she'll have a lot of fun as well.

All the things she can do to him in half an hour. Oh yeah, he won't know what hit him.

Giddy with anticipation and sudden evil glee she slowly reaches for the pen and paper, scribbles something down and holds it up for him to see. She levels him with an intense look, dark and daring, arching an eyebrow while simultaneously letting her hands trail up further north.

When he glances at her and the note, she sees his eyes widen imperceptibly with first confusion and surprise before realization hits, his whole body suddenly tensing, his Adam's apple bobbing while he swallows – hard.

Remember your ..."slip of the tongue" at the precinct? Time for a little payback…