Captain Gates picked up: "Gates." She didn't know who was calling. "It's Kaye Beckett, sir." It was quiet for a moment. "What do you want Beckett?" Gates sounded angry. But in the back of her mind, she knew why Kate was calling. She was a driven detective, and she resigned. Gates thought it wouldn't be for long. "I.. I want my job back, sir."
"I wondered how long it would take you." Kate looked with a weird face at Castle. He didn't know what was said at the other end of the line, so he had no idea why she looked at him so weird. "I love my job, and I regret my decision. "
"I thought so. Come down to the precinct later the day." Gates hung up the phone and Kate did as well. She looked at Castle for a while. "And…?" he asked her. "She wants me to come down. The precinct I mean." Castle had a smile on his face. "That's great!" He planted a kiss on her forehead. "I guess." Late was flabbergasted and didn't know what to do. Castle in the other hand, did. "So, where were we?" He had a smirk on his face when Kate looked his way. He made Kate laugh. That was what she needed, after all those ups and downs in her life. No other man could make her happy, not the way Castle did. How could she have waited so long? Why did it took her four years? She realized for a long time, but she gave in after four years. She was afraid to get hurt again. She lost her mother once, and she didn't want to lose another loved one, not again.
She snuggled up to Castle and rested her head against his chest. "I love you." Castle kissed her on the top of her head. "I love you too." He replied, softly. He never thought he would hear those words from her, first. He always thought he was the first one to really admit it. After she's been shot, she always lied to him, telling him she didn't know. But what she didn't know was that Castle was there when she told someone in the interrogation room she remembers every second of it. That she's been shot and that she knew exactly what happened. The wall she had could up was too high to knock down. Or even to climb over it and made her realize what she just said.
She looked up at him and kissed him. She was longing for his body to touch hers. She was ready to make love to him. He replied her kiss. He planted his hand in her neck and rubbed her ear. His other hand was rubbing her thigh. Her hand was running through his hair, and the other one rested on his back. She felt something, and she knew exactly what it was. She knew what would happen now. They would make love, and she would enjoy every minute of it.
When he did his move, Kate moaned. It was a guilty pleasure to make love to him. He was so gentle. So tender. She would never have to be afraid he would hurt her. She is what he wanted, and she knew that, when he made love to her. Her body moved around the bed as Castle made his up and down movements, again. But this time, there was no interruption. No phone calls, no daughter or mother barging in on them. Not like the first time, when she had to hide in the closet. She made sure she didn't agree with that and threw a pillow at his head.
Then, she rolled on top of him. He looked at her. He could see her naked body. Her thin waist, her breasts, her scars. But he didn't care. He loved her, with or without the scars.