Authors Note: thank you for the response to my first Castle story. I'm going to try to add what you guys want to see happen. This will most likely not follow the last episode of the season, there will be a proposal…but with my own twist.

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CB

Castle begins the drive to the Hamptons, pointing the car in the direction of the interstate. Once out on the open road, the stress of the day that he and Beckett had begins to fade away, and all he can do is thank his lucky stars for the woman in his passenger seat. As if she feels his thoughts, she turns her head and smiles at him.

"What?" she asks.

"Just-nothing," he says, smiling back at her.

She eyes him, there's something going on in his head, but she'll leave him be…for now. She reaches her left hand over and rests it on Rick's right thigh. Smiling when he jumps a little at the touch. As much as she wants to tease him, she doesn't want to cause a wreck. Instead of running her hand up and down his leg the way she wants to, she moves her thumb in small strokes.

It's a short hour drive to his Hampton's home, made in a comfortable silence, the couple just happy being with each other. Pulling onto the long stretch of driveway to his private estate, Kate's stomach swarms with butterflies. She was sure this phase of her relationship with Rick-the nervous, stage-would have been over. Its not that she's nervous, it's more excitement, she says to herself. Being with him, shut out from the world…what more could she ask for?

Stopping the car, Castle quickly walks around to her door, opening it for her and reaches his hand out, "My lady, your weekend awaits you."

She smiles, and shakes her head, "Just you and me for four days? Whatever will we do with ourselves, Castle?"

"I've got a few ideas," he says, leaning down to kiss her, "All of which, include a LOT of kissing, and no clothes."

She raises an eyebrow at him, "well, what are you waiting for?" She leans in, resting her hands on the buttons of his shirt, and in her sexy bedroom voice, whispers, "take me to bed, Rick."

CB

Okay, so this isn't exactly what Kate had in mind when she told him to take her to bed, but as his hand makes its way under her shirt to massage her breast, she can't seem to form a coherent thought. He's got her pushed up against the foyer wall, her sweater has made its way to the floor, and her hands have managed to find their way to the buttons of his shirt. She manages to unbutton the first few before she becomes impatient, and yanks the fabric, little pops heard as the buttons break from the material.

Castle lifts his lips momentarily from her neck and mumbles, "This was my favorite shirt."

"Oops," Kate replies, breathlessly, bringing his mouth to hers in a heated kiss.

Neither one of them want slow, and passionate right now. They want hard, and rough, and fast-not too fast, cause where's the fun in that? They need to feel each other yes, but right now, this moment, they need to feel alive.

Her hands fumble with his belt, and then make quick work of his pants, sliding them roughly down his hips, pooling at his feet. Her shirt comes off over her head, and she shimmy's out of her pants, gasping when Rick's mouth comes in contact with her breast, while his hand slips down and moves her panties-if you can call the scrap of cloth she's wearing 'panties'-to the side to accommodate his fingers.

"God, Castle," she sighs, biting his shoulder.

"First name's 'Rick', not 'God'," he whispers against her breast, pumping his fingers roughly inside of her.

"Please," Kate whispers, throwing her head back as she tries to steady her shaky legs, wrapping one around his hip.

Rick grabs her other leg, bringing it up with him, and soon his fingers are replaced with his manhood, causing a loud groan of pleasure to be released from Kate's mouth.

He knows that she needs this release as much as he does, as the events of the day play over and over in his head; his thrusts become faster, harder. Her moans are enough to convince him that she's enjoying this as much as he is.

She repeats his name, a mantra flowing from her lips; her hair sticking to her sweaty face, this image of his Kate will forever be etched in his mind. She's close, he can tell. The way her muscles are contracting around him, the way her hand is tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck, and her teeth digging into his shoulder. He's right there with her.

"Let go, Kate."

"With you," she stutters.

"I'm with you, Kate," he assures her, pumping into her harder, his hand sneaking between them to massage her sensitive nub.

As her world falls apart around her, he spills into her. Her cries of pleasure, and his groans, she's sure can be heard from his neighbor's house-miles away.

They've never felt more alive. He turns them around, and slides down the wall to the floor, still joined, and Kate in his lap. She lifts her head from his shoulder, and smiles a satisfied, sleepy smile at him, kissing him softly, resting her forehead on his.

"I'm sorry," she says, a finger tracing the very apparent bite marks on his shoulder.

"Don't be," he says, pushing a strand of hair from her face, "doesn't even hurt."

She grins at him, "As amazing as this was, take me to bed."

I'll be safe inside,

If baby you would be my cure