1. Beckett's Contemplation


Nine hours. That was how long Beckett had been with him. Nine hours since she had shown up in his doorway after spending an hour prior to that at their swing set in the park, contemplating her life and what she really wanted and what she really wanted was him: the man who had unexpectedly shown up in her life four years ago, the man who had turned her logical world upside down and the man whom she had suppressed all desire for until life had forced her to make a choice.

Beckett looked in the direction of the bedroom where Castle was still sleeping. She had gotten up just minutes earlier, dressed in only one of her shirts. As she stood in the kitchen, lit only by the light of the rising sun, waiting for the coffee to brew, she thought back to every moment from last night.

She could still feel the sensation of his hands over her body. She could feel his hands touching her gunshot scar between her breast and later the surgical scar on the side of her abdomen, two places that were more sensitive than other areas on her skin.

They had locked their mouths together in a synchronized motion. They had kissed once before while under cover but this, the moment when Beckett had shown up at his place and truly kissed him, that was their first real kiss and they both knew it. Their first kiss had been amazing but it couldn't compare to the new memory they now shared. It had become a commitment sealed by their lips and the way their tongues had brushed inside each other.

It seemed crazy now to Beckett why she had waited so long. She had been with other men but hadn't loved any of them. She and Castle had proved that love to each other on more than one occasion throughout the course of the night. No man could compare to Castle, she was certain of it after having had experienced her first orgasm in her entire sex life. Though orgasms weren't something that could be directly controlled it was something that had excited both her and Castle and why she trusted him completely, the fear completely erased. Beckett had never concerned herself with being physically compatible with a man but the fact that she was with Castle only made her want him that much more. This one time wasn't enough for her and she doubted on some level if there would ever be a time when she would get enough of him but given her euphoric feeling now it was highly doubtful.

Beckett was now filling up the first coffee cup when she quickly looked up as she heard a key in the door.

"Richard, I'm home," Martha announced. "Darling we need to talk."

Beckett froze as Martha looked in her direction seeing her stand behind the counter, her hair frizzled and wearing only a white shirt that seemed too big for her.

"Katherine," said Martha sounding very surprised.

"Martha, I uh-," Beckett started unsure of what she could say.

"Mother," Castle said coming out of the bedroom in nothing but a sheet wrapped around his body like a toga.

Martha looked at her son and then at Beckett.

"I thought you were in the Hamptons," Castle said confused as to why she was home.

Martha quickly composed herself, saving her shock for later. "Ah yes, well-,"

Martha turned to look at Alexis. Alexis looked at her dad and then at Beckett.

"Alexis are you hung over," Castle asked seeing the bags under his daughter's eyes and how she seemed to be a little out of it.

Alexis brought her hand to her head responding to the headache she was having. "Guess now I know why you didn't answer your phone," she said as she made her way to the couch.

Martha looked at both her son and his new love interest. She knew her son loved Katherine but considering this seemed to be a new development in their relationship she wasn't sure what they were at this moment.

"Maybe we should deal with this when you're both properly clothed. It would be less awkward," said Martha.

"No it wouldn't," said Alexis, "Ow."

Beckett blushed and Castle looked down at himself and then at Beckett who looked quite sexy in his shirt. Beckett filled the second cup with the coffee. She knew it was pointless, the hotness of it having gotten cold but she took the cups anyways. She felt dreadfully exposed as she crossed the fifteen some feet to Castle's bedroom. Unlike him he at least was covered. She had nothing to cover her legs and she wasn't wearing her bra or panties underneath the shirt.


Author's Note:

According to some research I discovered, only 25% of women will experience actual orgasms during sex. It's a lot more prevelant in men.

So given that small percentage I thought it would sound better that despite all of the partners Beckett may have had in the past, there would be a greater chance of her not experiencing an orgasm from those sexual partners. It doesn't mean a woman is less excited during sex depending on the partner. It just goes to show that the human body is wacked and sometimes we have no control over how it will react to certain situations.

In terms of the story I just thought it would be a beautiful thing if she did experience her first orgasm with the man she was destined for so that's some overly romantic notion on my part. ;^)