A/N: A few people on this website and on AO3 have asked me to continue this so I decided to add a second chapter. This has nothing to do with the prompt I filled in the first chapter and was done as a special gift to those who requested.

"C'mon, Kate! You know want to," Castle said, trying to persuade her to hop on the bed he was laying in.

"Castle, no. That bed is way too small for both me and you to fit in. Hospital beds weren't made for more than one person," she reasoned.

"But what if you, like, lay on your side while I scoot over as much as possible. We could fit then." His boyish, hopeful smile immediately smashed a large hole her wall of resolve.

"You're really determined to do this, aren't you?" she asked him, her lips pursed and an eyebrow raised.

The writer shrugged. "You helped me relax earlier so it's only fair that I return the favor. Plus," he took on a pitiful look, "I haven't touched you in a week! Please just do this for me, Kate."

Shaking her head, she ordered him to move over and then climbed into the bed with him, remaining on her side. He had tried to persuade her that they'd have enough room for sex, but the space they had right now was barely enough for what she was about to let Castle do.

"You couldn't take off your pants first?" he asked flatly.

Her smile was one of teasing. "Now where's the fun in that? Makes things too easy for you."

"And of course you're anything but easy."

"Makes life boring," was her simple reply. "Now, are you gonna get to it anytime today or do you just wanna wait until the doctor comes back in to check on you?"

There were no more words exchanged after that. Castle went straight to work, his hand quickly moving to the front of her pants where he slowly rubbed her over the fabric. He could hear the slight hitch in his fiancée's breathing as he gently applied more pressure.

She made a noise of disagreement when he took his hand away only to realize that he suddenly had her pants undone. His hand slipped inside, but didn't dare to venture underneath her panties just yet. With his index finger, he stroked over her, feeling just how turned on and aroused she was from this already.

"Jesus, Kate, I can feel how fucking soaked you are already."

"Some of that's from earlier when I sucked you off," she husked.

Castle brought his finger up to where he knew her clit lay beneath her panties and rubbed slow, tight circles over it. Her hips bucked lightly into his hand, begging for more…which he all too happily obliged.

Sliding his hand into her panties, he ran two fingers through her, teasing her entrance with the tips of the digits before pushing only one of them into her, knowing full well that it wouldn't be nearly enough for her.

"Castle," she moaned quietly, feeling his long finger curl to hit that spot inside her.

His hand was trapped within the confines of her clothing which limited his movements severely. Removing his hand, much to her displeasure, he told her, "Take the pants off."

Swiftly she pushed the fabric down to her ankles and that was as far as she got before Castle was on her again. Her leg lifted a few inches to give him some more room as he entered her again, this time with two fingers.

Castle loved watching her during the throes of passion. Her head would toss back, her back would arch, her stomach muscles would tighten, and her hips would unstoppable. Her skin was red and flushed, damp from sweat and sensitive from pleasure. He was sure that there was no greater sight than Kate Beckett writhing in ecstasy.

When she felt Castle add a third finger and drive them faster, deeper, harder into her wet heat, she nearly sobbed with relief. She'd been wound tight all week and the blowjob she gave him earlier only served to arouse her more.

His fingers curled inside her again, finding that spongy spot on her front wall. Her hips bucked sharply and wouldn't stop. She was basically riding his hand, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her hand snaked down to her center and was about to start stroking her clit when Castle's other hand shot out and wrenched it away.

"Castle, please," she begged. The hand that wasn't being restrained came up to tangle in his hair. She then tugged his head closer to her and attached her mouth to his, their tongues wrestling sloppily together. It was an awkward angle considering how they were laying, but they made it work. And it's not like either of them had the presence of mind to be bothered by it anyway.

As soon as Castle released her wrist, his fingers on his now free hand moved to circle her clit. Kate's hips rolled as he stroked the bundle of nerves while the hand that had previously been restrained, covered his, helping him to bring her to her climax.

She was pressed as close as she possibly could be to him. Their mouths searched for one another, their lips chasing the other whenever they would part for oxygen. His two hands worked in tandem to give her the orgasm she well deserved. His fingers pounded into her, filling her, stretching her. She was so close. Her screams were being muffled by Castle's lips and tongue. And then suddenly he twisted his fingers wickedly and she broke.

Correction: she shattered.

An entire week of innocent hand-holding and soft face-stroking as he lay in his hospital bed had gotten them both needy and desperate for each other and finally, they had achieved their satisfaction today; first with Castle and now with Kate.

She bit his lip as she came, her inner muscles squeezing the fingers that continued to work her through her orgasm. It felt like an eternity had passed by the time she floated back into her skin. Her and Castle had their foreheads resting against one another's, breathing heavily and panting into each other's open mouths.

"I love you," Kate said.

"I would hope so," he replied.

Rolling her eyes and shaking her head, she pulled back and let him take his hands away, instantly missing them. He wiped them on the side of the bed as she wiggled her legs and hips, maneuvering herself into different positions just so she would be able to pull her pants up. Refastening the buttons and zipper, she curled into her fiancé's side, giving no indication that she was inclined to move anytime soon.

"Uh, Kate? What're you doing?" he asked.

"I'm cuddling with you," she told him as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"But isn't this bed a little, I don't know…small and cramped for the both of us?"

"Yeah. I've decided I don't care about that. You just fucked me with your fingers so I'm entitled to a little post-orgasm snuggling." She glanced up at him. "Now, shut up and hold me."

He was right: there really wasn't much room for the both of them to comfortably lay on the bed so Kate ended up mostly draped over him, not that he minded. His arm wrapped around her as she threw one of hers possessively across his chest.

"Kate? I love you too." He could feel her smile against his shoulder.

"I know."

Before he knew it, they were both fast asleep, completely oblivious to the nurse who cautiously stuck her head inside the room to discreetly check on them. She blushed as she remembered the noises that she'd overheard coming from this room a few hours earlier and then again just now. She wouldn't say anything, however; those two were just too cute together for her to embarrass them like that. Quietly, she shut the door and went back to work.

A/N: I hope this lived up to your expectations and thank you so much for reading it!