Thank you so much for the kind words about my dog and the also kind words about my fics. It's really good to hear from you.

I'm working on 3 requests right now and maybe by Monday you'll have one of them.

This is a two-shots that's been bugging me for a while now.

Yes, I know there are about one hundred fics of the S4 finale and I already did one but this one is different.

It's quite long and I'll try to finish the last part right now and post it tomorrow or so.

This is a bit different from my other fics because it doesn't have dialogs. It's 99% descriptive and I hope you'll see why.

It's long and I decided to split it in two because of that.

Enjoy your reading and I'd love to know what you think of it.


Always (part 1)

She's making an offer he can't refuse and she's giving him three seconds to take it. Take her. And he does. He pins her to his front door, slamming it shut. It triggers a chill that runs through her body making it shiver in anticipation. She claims his lips and for the first time in that night he responds crashing his lips into hers.

He can't fight his urges anymore, he wants it badly enough to get over being hurt. He does. She changed for him. She let it go.

They're in a hurry to devour each other, nothing seems to be enough. He begins to conquer every inch of her body with his kisses, he has to. He starts with her lips, and then he kisses her pulse point near her right ear and trails it down her neck, while his hands caress her sides pulling her against him. She's letting him have it his way; she's letting him take her and mark her as his own because she's his already. And when she feels his lips on her skin, she runs her fingers through his hair - like she always wanted to do - pushing him against her, craving for more.

The tiny moans escaping her throat are driving him crazy and he wants more of them; he wants to know what she likes. And every time he presses her against that door she craves for more of him. He can feel her nails scratching his skin over his shirt and it's enough to make his hips jerk against hers. He can't decide rather to kiss her lips or her neck and it's killing him.

He needs to be sure; he's got to see it. And then his openmouthed kisses on the column of her throat are descending to her chest, and she knows he wants to see it. She hums and he can feel the vibration under his lips. She can feel him exhaling hot breath over her scar moments before his kiss on top of it. He unbuttons the first button of her shirt like it's a natural thing between them, and pushes the fabric apart as far as it can get.

She's wearing a sexy bra and he wanders if she's got this planned all along, but she's soaked, dripping wet, and it's not the good kind of wet, no. The pain clenches his heart when he sees the scar so exposed now, almost a year after the shot.

She takes his hand under hers and doesn't think twice: she claims his lips as she presses his hand against her chest saying everything with this gesture, he knows. She's saying she's alive; she's saying she remembers; she's saying she loves him, too.

She's pressing her tongue on his bottom lip, demanding access to his mouth and he's letting her have it. She runs her tongue over his, slightly pressing it down; then it's moving over his and it's too good. She's stroking his tongue and it's so obscene, so intimate, and so loving that he sucks on her tongue, earning a moan from deep her throat.

She's withdrawing her tongue and her can't let it go yet, her needs more of her. She sucks on his bottom lip and he does the same with her after. Then, he feels her lips curl up against his and he knows she's smiling, yet he has to open his eyes and see it for himself.

She's smiling and he's serious. What a twist.

She sucks in her bottom lip and slightly bites it as she runs her fingers down his arm, intertwining them with his. She's asking him a question she doesn't need to ask. Of course he's going with her to wherever she takes him. He feels a soft tug and he follows her sexy figure, guiding them to his bedroom.

She steps in and looks around while he enters the room right behind her. She can feel his body's heat calling her name and she turns to face him. He's standing by the door and she steps forward, invading his personal space, forcing him to take a step back. She's leaning into him and he thinks that's it, but closes the door behind him.

She rises above his chest and ghosts her lips over his. She puts her arms around his neck, pulling him into her embrace. She lets him go and steps back, daring him to come for her. And she takes another step. And then another one. He's so amazed with her being there, smiling, that he takes the bait and goes for her.

He's done this before, she knows this move and he's sure she remembers it well. He walks towards her and tangles his fingers into her hair behind her ear, letting a portion of his hand cups her jaw. Meanwhile his body fits hers into his own. His right leg steps between her legs, slightly bending her back; his left hand steadies her by griping tightly at her hips. He nuzzles her nose with his and claims her lips.

She's runs her fingers through his hair, tousling it completely. She grazes his scalp tearing a growl from deep his throat, and she knows there's no turning back. His tongue invades her mouth catching her off guard, but not entirely. She hums at feel of his hot tongue sliding across her palate and she sucks on it, sliding her tongue under his and then around it, slightly applying pressure as their tongues massage each other.

He pushes her jacket off her shoulders and arms, tossing it somewhere over the floor. There's no rush despite their hunger for one another. She's walking him to the bed and he doesn't care where she takes him, as long she's with him. His nails are scratching her nape and he's holding her tight against him, yet gently.

She keeps walking until her calves bump on the bed and she falls, taking him with her. She pushes herself up a bit and let her body have what it has been craving for: him. She just wants him. The weight of his body over hers makes her hips buckle under his.

It's raining outside. It's a thunderstorm. The only light in the room is coming from the lightening outside and they don't care. They should, but they don't. They don't want to see anything, they want to feel tonight. And they'll feel plenty.

He takes a second to adjust to the idea of Kate Beckett on his bed thrusting her hips into his. Their breathing is shallow and heavy, cheeks pink; pupils fully dilated in their darkened eyes. He sees her swollen lips blood-red, tousled hair, blurred makeup, and can't remember seeing anything sexier than that.

He takes his time and shifts to kiss her. He kisses her lips tenderly and nips at her lobe, humming into her ear. He lets her feel his chest vibration and – god - he wants her. He sucks on her pulsing point on her neck and trails it down with his tongue, while his hands caress her sides from her hips to her breasts, cupping them.

With a tiny moan she arches her back giving him better access to her neck. He scrapes his teeth onto the column of her throat groaning, so she can feel the vibration, and then soothing the area all over with openmouthed kisses. His mouth goes south while his hands are massaging her breasts; teasing her already hard nipples, slightly pinching the tips between his fingertips and then slowly teasing them.

She teases his legs slightly scraping her foot onto their length. One of her hands scratch his scalp while her fingers run through his hair, and the other travels on his back tugging itself into his pants to grasp his butt. The thrust of her hips into is his pushing him down on her, and it makes him growl and thrust back.

His mouth ghosts her chest and when he reaches her scar, he stops. He traces its contour and then places a kiss on top of it. He turns his attention to her breasts using his hands to unbutton her button-down one by one, letting his fingers explore her cold skin; he feels every inch of her body shiver in anticipation and tense under his touch.

He scrapes his teeth over her nipples, one by one, taking them between his teeth. He scrapes his tongue on their tips, and sucks on them afterwards. He can only try to figure what they'll taste like when the bra is gone, and all the things he wants to do with them. He straddles her and sits over his heels to finish her buttons.

She sits up and he pushes the fabric off of her, revealing her soft and shivered skin to him. Quickly, her hands pull his shirt until she finds its hem. She kisses him passionately letting their tongues do their dance while she shifts them on the bed. Suddenly he's on his back and she's kissing his jaw, then his lobe and she nips at his pulsing point, making sure to leave a mark.

The only sounds in the room are their sharp breaths and the storm outside.

Beckett straddles him, letting her hips rock over his unconsciously from time to time. She slightly scrapes his Adam's apple and continues her path down his neck. Her delicate fingers work on his buttons slowly opening one by one; she places openmouthed kisses over the new exposed skin of his chest as she unbuttons his shirt.

His hand grip her hips tight and hooks two fingers into the waistband of her wet jeans, teasing her as he watches a shiver wash her body - with the flashes of light the storm gives them. With the other hand he cups her ass roughly gripping it, earning a gasp poured from her lips.

She slides her hips down his legs and finishes unbuttoning his shirt. She lets her tongue sink into his navel-

"Oh god" he growls to the feel of what she's doing to him.

-while her hot saliva drives him crazy. He can feel her mouth curling into a smile with his reaction under her chin. She blows cool air over her openmouthed kisses' path over his abdomen and rises up again, settling over his hips again. She pushes the fabric off his chest and runs her fingertips over his hot skin, making sure to tease his nipples on the way.

He sits up and lets her take off his shirt pressing her body into his to finish her task. He claims her lips and they get lost into their kiss. His fingers quickly work on her bra taking it off and tossing it somewhere in the room. He runs his tips over her skin, so smooth and cold that he can feel every single pore of her shivered skin in high relief.

He darts his tongue out and licks the tip of her nipples before taking each one into his mouth and sucking on them. She's arching her back in pleasure and he nips at her nipples, sucking them between his teeth; he flips them inside his mouth with his tongue and tears strangled cries from her. He's holding her tight against him seeing stars with the rock of her hips over his.

He shifts them again and rests between her legs. They're in no hurry to take their pants off. He brushes some hair locks away from her face and look into her green eyes. She smiles openly and giggles as she traces his jawline with her digits. She's so light and free that he barely recognizes her. He smiles back and sees this beautiful woman biting her lip, and he knows. It's always been her tell.

They crash their mouths together, tasting each other; slow but hungrily confessing their love through melted lips. His tongue traces her bottom lip tickling and teasing; daring her to let him in. Her tongue meets his and their tips slide together through each other's length, dueling for dominance.

His hands slide to her jeans, hooking two fingers from each hand into her waistband, over her hipbones, and teasing their way to her center to undo the button and the zipper. Her heart races in anticipation and the butterflies in her stomach are throwing a big party right now. She arches her back giving him a better angle and look into his eyes.

He's amazed with his side of her. Her eyes are smiling and then her mouth is, too; suddenly she's biting her lip and she has these playful eyes; and he swear for his life he can hear some giggling when he kisses her navel and down, pulling her really tight wet jeans off of her. She lifts her legs and points her feet to the ceiling and he just cannot not kiss his way up to her feet; every new inch of exposed skin of her long legs.

She has only her panties on and – oh god – it's matching her bra - somewhere in the room. He's placing openmouthed kisses from the top of her feet to her inner thighs and she makes room for him to fit between her legs. As his mouth approaches her groin he can already catch her scent, her arousal and it's just intoxicating.

He works his way up back to her mouth placing kisses form the hem of her panties, to her navel watching every muscle in her belly tense under his touch; then he kisses his way up to both her breasts, pinching her nipples with his teeth watching a shiver awake every single one of her pores and hardening even more her tips into his mouth. He runs his tongue up the column of her throat nipping at her pulse point and hums into her ear.

"Cas- oh" she moans his name and he swallows the rest of his name.

She rolls on top of him and bites her lip as she traces his abs again with her digits. She lowers herself and presses her naked body on top of his, letting her nipples tease his flesh and nips at his lobe. Her right hand is down on his pants, scraping the obvious bulge and moans into his ear at the feeling of his hardness under her touch. It's a low blow. It whirls his mind and he can't restrain the thrust of his hips into her hand.

She whispers "Do it again" into his ear and he's about to lose it when she breathes in sharply by the second time he bucks into her hand. Her strokes over his pants are driving him crazy and her tongue is doing things to his body he didn't know it was possible.

She lowers her body so she can face the bulge of his pants. She bites the fabric and uses her tongue to flip the button open. She looks at him with this smirk and he knows, he just knows, he's going down tonight. He can hear the zipper being opened and he can feel both her hands on his thighs, scratching them over the fabric and when he looks at her, his hips – filthy traitors – rocks into her mouth.

She nuzzles his member over his boxers and pushes his pants down and to the floor. Her hands travel up his legs enjoying every inch of what he's been hiding from her all these years, applying just the right pressure with her nails to reap shivers and growls from the bottom of his soul. And – god – when she tugs her hands under his boxers' leg-holes, teasing so close to him to the point of feeling his heat, he's gone. Completely gone.

She scrapes her teeth over his member through the silk fabric and she just needs to taste him; and she's tempted. He puts his hands under his butt trying to not push her head on him because he really really wants to and then he hears her voice, so shy, calling his name-

"Rick" he takes a deep breath and looks at her.

She pushes his boxers off his body ever so slowly and all she can hear are his sharp breaths. She looks into his eyes and flicks her eyes to his member, and then again into his eyes, asking a question they both know she does not need to ask; and he nods so many times more than necessary in agreement. He takes a deep breath and tries to not embarrass himself because the woman he loves just asked him if she can realize one of his fantasies.

She kisses his groin letting her tongue taste his soft skin; she brushes her lips on his tiny blonde hairs while she cups his balls, massaging them with those delicate fingers of hers. She nuzzles his throbbing member inhaling his scent, printing it into her memory.

He can feel her hard nipples teasing his inner thighs; her hot breath is too close to his balls than it should be and – god, please – she's licking one of them, sucking on it ever so delicate, and lets him go with a pop. And then again with the other one. He wants with every cell of his body to touch her head, to feel her head moving under his fingers; hold her hair back so he can watch her. Her husky voice is telling him to –

"Can you hold my hair?"

Can he hold her hair? Is she serious? He just loves her. Period.

"Y-y-yeah" he gasps as his hands holds her locks.

She thanks him with a smile and they both know she only asked because he really really was aching to do it; and it's ok, she doesn't mind. It actually helps.

Her tongue's tip is moistening his tip and it feels good. And when her hot and wet lips involves his head letting her saliva lubricate every inch of him, he can't keep his growls and the slightly push his hands and hips makes to try to go deeper. She hums in response and takes him inch by inch into her hot mouth.

She swallows hard at the feeling of his tip in her throat's walls and he almost faints. Slowly she starts to move in and out, holding the base of his cock with a tight grip; her thumb is pressing down his main vein. The pulse from the base to the tip that her grip gives him, it's almost too much, something entirely new; and when that same hand starts vibrating with really tiny strokes, he's sure he's gonna come into her mouth and spoil their first night because –

"Oh my – Ka – fuck!" his eyes roll up delighted.

She's enjoying it herself. She teases his underside with her tongue slightly pressing his sensitive spot as her mouth strokes his cock; and the other hand is massaging his balls even so gently. Every single time she hums, he can feel his tiny seminal vesicles beginning to contract, desperate to release some of his building tension and he cannot stop her. He might have to find a way to stop her.

She tastes something promising - his pre-cum - and hums deeply. She lets him feel her hand vibrating, her lips sliding up and down around him and her hand slightly squeezing his balls - starting a series of tiny shocks - for a few seconds until she slowly begins to stop everything, one thing at a time. His heart is racing and she just sent him to the edge; and now she's riding him back careful enough to not frustrate him.

He flips her to her back and kisses her deeply, passionately. They're starting to feel the hurry, the need to go faster. Her lips are swollen, he can taste himself on her tongue and he cannot think of anything more arousing in his life.