Kate can't stop giggling as Rick snaps photos of her with his digital camera and iPhone.

"Keep still. Pose. Don't just keep laughing," he tells her.

They've moved around in the sand, near the ocean, partially in the ocean photographing each other and taking self-shots together. One photo has them cheek-to-cheek, another shows her kissing his cheek while still looking at the camera, and another reveals her finger bunny ears over his head. And there's a couple with silly faces – one with both their tongues sticking out. It is certain that being with him stirs up her childish side.

But of course, there's one of her yanking on his ear as he's yelping with pain.

"Don't you have enough of me," she calls out.

"Never!" That response brings an eyeroll from her. He instinctively snaps a pic of her cute annoyed face. "Fine. That can be the last one," he concurs.

She stalks to him, her eyes zeroed in on him like she's doing an interrogation. When standing close, face to face, she asks, "You didn't take any with the camera zoomed in on my ass or my boobs, did you?"

"Beckett, how can you accuse me of such pornography?"

Her face breaks into a smile. "There's pornography you wouldn't mind me accusing you of?"

"Uhh…I… No. What?!"

She pats his cheek and begins walking back to their blanket while saying, "Castle, Castle…don't ever get your hand caught in the cookie jar."

He stands there slightly puzzled, then turns to face her and responds, "The only pornography I'd ever have is you."

She can't take his word on that, but she dismisses it. "Good, but there better not be pictures zoomed in on my…"

"There aren't. There isn't any zooming like that." He follows her to the blanket. "But there are some sexy pictures from before you got into a giggle fit. And they're sexy because you're sexy. You could be a model."

"I was one, remember?" She smirks as she eases down onto the blanket with her knees bent and feet in the sand. She sets her sunglasses over her eyes.

"Not a swimsuit model. You could work for Victoria's Secret. You could be the secret." She rolls her eyes at that one, even though he can't see it. He puts his iPhone away and turns his camera on to snap her looking so sexy lying on a simple gray beach blanket.

"Castle," she groans. Then she hears the noises of his camera. "Isn't this how we started the whole picture-taking thing?"

"Okay. I'm done," he promises, shutting the camera off and placing it in the camera bag within his beach bag. "Still full from the snacks we had earlier," he asks.

"Yeah." She takes a deep breath, feeling very relaxed.

He takes a couple sips from a water bottle, and she sits up to have some too. Then, she reaches for her bag to pull out the lilac flower he gave her and tuck away her sunglasses. "Could you put this back in my hair?" She smiles sweetly as he carefully places it in where her hair is tied back.

"Beautiful," he says, not looking at the flower.

"Thank you," she replies, knowing where his focus really is. "And thank you for my shell," she says, reaching inside the pocket for it.

"I wanted to make your stay in the Hamptons special…always. I want… No, I need you to know that you're not just some girl I'm spending the weekend with here."

"I'm starting to know that." She's gazing at him, holding her clam seashell.

"You brought it?" He smiles, gesturing to take it from her hand.

"Yeah…" She's hesitant, not wanting to reveal too much. She locks eyes with his and grins. He keeps quiet, opting for kissing her cheek and lips instead. He understands they have much meaning to her, and he loves showing his love for her.

"So, I can expect another one tomorrow," she wonders as she stares at his thumb running over the ridges of the shell.

"Don't ruin the surprise," he says, handing her the shell. "It loses its allure if you talk about it."

She leans in close, her mouth almost touching his, and whispers, "Do I get another note with it?"

"You'll have to wait and see." He kisses her quickly, and his hand travels up her side to her strappy suit. His finger plays with the strap, dipping underneath and tugging at it. He leans in to ravish her neck, but she moves away from him, lying back on the blanket and reaching up to pocket her shell. He is instantly on top of her, sucking on her neck, making her gasp. "You're eager," she points out.

"You exposed me earlier. I need to expose you," he says huskily.

Her hands put pressure on his shoulders and upper back as she revels in his mouth on her. "Oh, is that how it is, huh?" She can't complain about that.

"Mmhmm." He's planting kisses all over her neck, and it's sending shivers of pleasure all through her body. "And keep you exposed," he murmurs.

"Rick!" She's laughing while running her fingers in his hair. Then she moans with enthusiasm when he pulls her neck strap with his teeth.

He pauses to glance at her and say, "I've never been on the beach with anyone so playful."

Her gaze is soft on him. "Not even when you were younger…before Meredith?"

"Maybe it's not how playful you are. It's that you're playful and willing."

She moans as he plants his mouth on hers, but she soon breaks it with: "When you were a teenager, did you have fantasies of doing it on a beach?"

He kisses her again, and they get hot 'n heavy for a few moments before he pulls away. "Kate, when I was a teenager, I had fantasies of doing it everywhere."

"Hmm. I think I did too." She kisses him passionately, and this time he moans, more from what she just said than their kiss. He slips a hand around her waist and rolls them onto their sides. Their tongues meet briefly, but he ends it before he loses control. "When did you lose your virginity," he wonders.

"Oh, we're going to share sex secrets now?" She grins and continues, "I was 16, and it wasn't that bad. But then, when I was 17, I had better." She swirls her fingers in his chest hair. "How old were you?"

"19. I had a steady girlfriend in high school, but we never got to that step, and I never pressured her. I wasn't sure if I was ready either." He begins rubbing her softly below her waist strap, almost wandering to her rear. "But…my 19th birthday…more than a year after ending it with that girl… I had a party with a few buddies and my girlfriend of only a couple months. The guys had girls over too. It was a fun night."

"With drinking, no doubt."

"Of course. And my girlfriend and I were so ready to cross that line. She had decided my birthday would be the perfect time. It wasn't her first time, so she had to coach me a bit, but really, it was a pretty good drunk time. Not too drunk since I remember it."

Kate smiles and elaborates: "It was my boyfriend's first time too, so we didn't know what we were doing. I had some idea of how I liked things because I had learned as a how to use my fingers. If you get my drift." He nods with excitement and has to take a few deep breaths. Her hand slides down his chest and abs slowly to eventually squeeze his waist.

"So you're an expert with your hands…on yourself?"

She flashes a naughty grin and continues, "He knew a little what he was doing, I think. We were in his bedroom, so it's not like it was some place out of the blue, like his car. He didn't even have a car yet. We were prepared. It was when his parents were gone for the weekend. And the morning after we did it, it was kinda awkward. We broke up later that week. He wanted more sex, and I didn't. He didn't pressure me too much, but the whole experience made it clear there wasn't anything real between us."

"Sucks that your first time is memorable for not-so-good reasons." Rick feels for her because his story was much better, happier.

Kate smiles and kisses him. "It's okay. 'Cause look where I am now. You know what I can do in and out of the sheets." She winks at him, and he grabs her for a fierce kiss. He lets her go quickly, though. "Wait. You said you fantasized about doing it everywhere when you were a teen? Before or after your disastrous first time?"

"Before my first time and after my third time. Really, after my second time, sex just kept getting better. I was with a guy who knew what he was doing. And he taught me so much. But I think I'm still learning." She kisses him and whispers, "I like learning what you like, what you want, and there is so much to share with you." She kisses him again, and he rolls onto his back with his arms around her holding her against him.

"Like what," he stutters as she nips his neck.

She sits up, straddling him, and says, "You got that pool story out of me last night."

"I didn't get all the details, though," he mutters," looking away, not wanting to see her annoyed expression.

"You're lucky you even got the second pool party from me." She glares at him.

"True," he elongates while moving his hands over her thighs. He looks at her puzzled, asking, "But really…you imagined doing it everywhere…like a guy would?"

"Why is that so difficult for you to believe?"

"I thought teenage girls focus more on how, when, where, and with whom their first time will be. Not…"

"Well, some teenage girls are just as horny as teenage guys." She smirks and continues, "I've always been a sexual girl." She leans down to suck on his neck, causing him to groan. She stops to use her bedroom voice in his ear, "I love sex, but I've never had sex on a beach before." All her words go straight to his cock, which she feels pressing firmly against her. She purrs seductively and sucks on his earlobe.

"Your dream is about to come true," he somehow manages to spit out in a suave voice.

"Oh, I'm certain of that," she whispers. He shudders at the slick slide of her tongue right below his ear, and he thrusts his groin at her. She sits up again and says, "Settle down. And don't talk."

She wasn't intimidating enough. "But –" he starts to speak.

"Don't. Talk." Oh yes, she meant it this time.

"Bossy Beckett," he whispers with a smirk, barely loud enough for her to hear.

But she does. She rakes her fingernails down his chest, painfully slowly, and after circling a nipple, she pulls and twists it between two fingers. She takes pleasure in his loud groaning gasp.

She thrusts against him while her hands clutch his biceps, and they both gasp. "You want more?" He can't talk, so he nods a 'yes'. She grins like a Cheshire cat and responds, "Of course you do."

His hands slip up to the straps of her bottoms, and she moans, knowing how he's still dying to get her suit off. "No," she says simply.

"No?" This makes her grab his hands roughly and hold them down near his head.

"No! I do not need help with that." He reaches up to press his lips to hers. She moans and deepens the kiss with her tongue stretching into his mouth. But just as quickly as she thrusts her tongue in, she breaks away and nips his jaw. He groans with frustration, mainly from not being allowed to undo her suit.

He tries to kiss her again, but she sits up, letting go of his hands. His fingers sneak up her thighs. She never said 'no touching'. Ahhh, her skin feels so good in the sun.

She's watching his hands and asks, "Are you going to behave?"

He nods his head 'yes' and then shakes his head 'no'. All with a smirk.

She rolls her eyes but has to admit that she's impressed with how long he's staying quiet. Except for that simple 'no'. "Well, what am I going to do if I can't trust you?"

He looks adorable as he shrugs his shoulders.

"I should reward you for being quiet."

He nods his head with excitement, wanting anything she has to give him. She's already given him a beach blowjob. What will she do now?

She grins and teases, "Ahh yeahhh…you're excited now." Her dainty fingers move over his hands, which are resting on her thighs, up to her waist, and over the front of her bottoms. Her eyes never leave his face. One set of fingers rub herself gently though her suit, and he's hoping her hand moves underneath. Instead, her hands continue their journey, moving up her delicious skin and over her breasts, pausing to grope them roughly. She moans, and he does too, obviously enjoying the show.

Her fingers slide up her chest and neck to pull on her halter strap. His mouth drops as she arches her back, tilts her head back, and reaches to untie the strap. She holds the straps for a couple moments, leaving him in suspense. Then, she slowly lowers them, thus lowering her top, unveiling the mounds he's been eyeing up all day. His gaze hovers there for a few moments, taking note of how beautiful they look in the sunlight. And then he takes note of how she's smiling at him, feeling so free to get naked outside on a beach with him. It makes his cock twitch and harden more.

"You're beautiful." He forgets not to speak. He abruptly grabs her and sits up to kiss her, press her forcefully against him, and untie the strap at her back. Her arms snake around him, and she's moaning uncontrollably.

He tosses away her top and shoves a hand between her legs, massaging her hot spot through her suit. She groans and thrusts her tongue in and out of his mouth. He takes his hand away, and she slows down their kissing, trying to suck some air into her lungs but still wanting her lips on his.

He's the one to break away completely. His lips move to her neck, and she tilts her head back with a moan. It feels even hotter to have his mouth there because of the sun already warming it. He thrusts his manhood at her, and she groans. She doesn't think she can handle this anymore. She needs him.

The next thing she knows, she's being pushed down onto the blanket and he's hovering over her. He gives her an adoring smile before placing a few chaste kisses on her chest. His lips move to her nearest breast and sucks on it hungrily. She gasps harshly when her nipple becomes wet from his soft lips. He sucks slowly, driving her insane. "Mmm! Mm! Mmmmmm…" She keeps moaning as his mouth travels to her other breast. He kisses around her nipple before swirling his tongue over it. "Ohhh…ahh yeahhh!" She's enjoying this immensely.

Once he's left her mounds and focuses on the rest of her gorgeous torso skin, he murmurs, "There's more where that came from. I'll show you who's boss."

"I heard that!" She tries using an irked tone. Really, she does. But she's enduring so much pleasure… "Please keep going," she exclaims breathlessly. Where did that come from, she wonders.

He moans, pleased with how far gone she is. His tongue runs along her skin at the edge of her bottoms. His tongue dips underneath, making her gasp sharply. "You want more?"

She tilts her head to see him. The look on her face says everything: how hot and bothered she is; how much she wants him to continue; how she can barely speak. His face turns smug, and before she can speak, his tongue is between her legs, working her through her swimsuit. "Oh God, oh God," she calls out.

Just as soon as he's tonguing her, he's stopping and pulling on the top edge of her suit with his teeth. She collects herself and props herself up on her elbows. "At this point, we both want those off," she declares.

He smolders and says in a low tone, "You wanted these off before I started doing things to you." He brings his fingers to the straps at her waist and begins untying them. "And you liked the things I did to you."

"I'm not stroking your ego right now," she warns.

"Your moans told me everything. Really, though, I'm simply memorizing what you like."

"Haven't you memorized enough by now?"

"No." He could never get enough of her reactions to his hands and mouth on her. He finishes his task, and as he tosses the moist material aside, she breathes and moans with relief. She falls flat on the blanket, bends her knees, and opens her legs. He can't breathe. The sight of Kate Beckett splayed under the bright sun on a beach completely naked…

"Cat got your tongue, Castle?"

He mentally slaps himself and ogles her body while sliding his hands up her thighs, inching so close to her heated nether region. He locks eyes with hers and runs two fingers over her clit and inside her wet trench. Her eyes widen, and she arches her back from his fingers moving in and out of her. "Ahhh yes! Yes!" She throws her head back and moves her hips with his fingers. "Mmmm…you like that," he moans.

He likes it too. His shorts are feeling just a little too tight. Their final obstacle needs to be dealt with, and they both know it.

He removes his fingers from her, much to her disappointment. "Took them away too soon?"

"Mmhmm!" She nods 'yes' furiously and breathes hotly, "Get your damn shorts off, Castle." She sits up on her knees with anticipation. She gasps when he drags his swim trunks down, exposing his erection. He lets out a breath of relief. He drops the trunks onto his bag and watches her smile and resume laying on the blanket, the ocean splashing far from her side. He waggles his eyebrows and moves on top of her. She immediately kisses him soundly and runs her hands up and down his back. Their lower regions collide. She bends her knees, and he finds his way inside her warm depths. They both moan, and their kissing only heats up, their mouths moving wildly. If he knew she was thinking that, he would agree.

They hold onto each other tightly, and one of her hands wander to his rear, squeezing it, forcing him to glide further inside her. This causes her to break the kiss with a loud groan. He begins pumping in and out of her, and she believes that this is what heaven feels like in the living world.

She kisses his neck and manages to whisper, "Beach. Magic."

He gives her a grin and then moans when she starts moving her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. This is definitely something they both like. Neither have to question it.

The crashing of waves, the beaming sunlight, the sounds of two lovers uniting in physical bliss. This particular Hamptons beach has never seen such happiness before. A joint fantasy is coming true, and what could be better?

Kate groans as she feels her body closing in on its sexual peak. She throws her head back and spreads her legs more, stretching them up in the air. Rick moans deeply while ravishing her neck with his sucking lips. He pants hot air onto her already heated skin, and he feels closer to combustion.

This is not only two bodies joined on the beach. It's two hearts; two souls; two strong beings with immense passion for each other.

Her legs quiver. His hands grip her back firmly. Her inner walls clench around him. He lets out a groan, and she does it again. His eyes lock with hers, and neither can look away. He pumps her harder, faster, and he lets go, pouring his fluid inside her, calling out her name over and over. His body shakes rapidly, hips still moving, and she looses control. Orgasm rocks her body as her nails dig into his back and her legs fall to wrap around him. She cries out "Castle" more times than she can count, and she can't let go of him. She doesn't want to.

They maintain eye contact as they ride out their peaks and gradually settle down. When she can finally speak again, she whispers, "Whoa. Wow." He places a kiss on her neck and moans with content. He nuzzles her neck and murmurs, "Best sex ever."

"Mmmm. Dream come true, huh?" She pets his hair and rubs the back of his neck softly.

"Ohh yeah." He smiles, which she feels. She sighs happily

If his body is crushing hers, neither of them seem to care. He'd care if she complained or if she wasn't keeping them together.

Eventually, she does release him, and he takes a breath before sitting up, completely disconnecting them. He looks to the ocean, watching it for a few moments, getting lost in the beauty of the vast blue and the sound of the waves. She simply lays there watching him with a smile. When he looks back to her, he can't help but smirk. "Relaxed?"

"More than ever," she answers. Her smile grows and she adds, "Oh, and I memorize what you like too."

He leers at her. "You better." She chuckles, and the subject of what they like is dropped. For now. "Need some more sunscreen on you," he inquires.

She narrows her eyes at him. "You just want to rub lotion all over my body."

"So what if I do?" He grins and waggles his eyebrows.

Kate laughs and lifts her leg to rub her foot on his thigh. "Don't you think we should head back to the house? We've been here all day."

"Yeahhh…we could use a shower," Rick says in agreement.

She gives him a look and replies, "Castle, no. I will shower, and then you will shower."

He groans with disappointment. "That's not being a good energy-saver." He runs his hand over her leg affectionately.

"Yah huh. We'll be saving up our energy for more action later."

"More- More action?" He stares as she moves to grab her cover-up and slip it over her head. When their eyes lock again, she winks at him.

"Get moving, Castle. Showers and then a nap. How's that sound?" She nudges his thigh, and that gets him to redress and help her pack up their beach items. He pauses at one point to kiss her because he has to and because he can. She kisses back with a smile.

"The beach is definitely-," he says as they take a final glance at the ocean and make their way to the house.

"Magical?" She completes for him.

He smiles at her and takes her hand in his, interlocking his fingers with hers. "Too cliché?"

She giggles while shaking her head. "The pool is magical. The beach is magical. I mean… Let's just put it out there that everything here is magical. Okay?"

"Works for me." He loves that she can share that sentiment with him. Especially since it's only her first trip here. The first of many, he hopes.