I can't believe how much it's been since I posted anything! Well, I did start working every day, so unluckily no time to write. Today I happened to read again the reviews I got for this story and I felt slightly guilty because you've been wonderful and I didn't post anything, so I checked the next part and decided to post it. It's short, but hey, it's not like I leave you hanging, is it?

This one is in Castle's POV.

Enjoy!

Chapter 4

So far my plan is working a lot better than I thought it would.

One second she's standing there, on the doorframe, totally surprised, and the next she's kissing me. And as cliché as it sounds, this is a lot better than it was in my dreams.

That woman is… W.O.W. … wow…

I'm standing in the middle of her living room, finally holding her and kissing her, and the only word I can come up with is 'wow'. Does it even count as a word?

Some writer I am!

I'm supposed to be good with words, but words are not my top priority right now. My only concern at the moment is how long I can keep kissing her before the need to eat, drink or breath becomes too much.

That would make for a weird way to die… but what a way…

It's several kisses later and we somehow ended up on her couch, all snuggled up. She's sitting across my lap, my arms are around her torso and hers are around my neck. No need to say I'm pretty much in heaven. Our faces are so close I can't really see her face without scrunching my eyes, but it doesn't matter. She is great to look at, but she's just as great to smell and to touch. And to taste… So I'm good not really seeing her, just for now.

I have troubles concentrating on what she's saying. Luckily for her (or for me, I'm not sure) I'm actually really interested in what she has to say, so I somehow manage. As long as there is a kiss every couple of words or so.

"You know, that's not the first time we've met" she says.

Did I ever tell her how much I love her voice? I could hear her talking for hours… Not to mention how hot it is! I almost shiver every time she opens her mouth to talk! Or every time she opens her mouth at all. Whatever she's doing with it.

"I'm pretty sure it's not, or you wouldn't be sitting in my lap right now." I reply, somewhat on autopilot.

"I mean a year ago, that was not the very first time we've met."

"Really?" Now she definitely got my complete attention.

"Yup."

"We've met before?"

"Yes."

"When?"

I must look like an eager, tail-whipping dog, all round eyes and ears straight. She looks up at me, with eyes so sparkling I'm almost blinded by them, and I know she's considering teasing me some more. I really don't care, as long as she stays right here.

"Why don't you guess, writer boy?"

"First of all, that voice was… wow! Soo sexy! About our meeting… let's see… you are a fan, so maybe it was a launch party for one of my books?"

"Nope, never had an invite for those."

"Until last year" I wink at her in my irresistible fashion.

"You mean until I crashed one of those parties by bringing you in for questioning?"

"Yes! That made it the best party I've ever attended to so far."

As soon as she mentioned us meeting before that party I knew when we must have met, I just pretended to guess wrong. I like to see her face while she wonders if I'll get it right. "So… no party… It has to be a book signing then."

"Yup."

There it is. The look I was waiting for. That flash in her eyes just showed me that she's wondering if I remember as well.

"You know that means you did wait in line for me, right? Gotcha!"

"Well… I had the afternoon off, I saw the ad and thought 'why not?'. Nothing better to do…"

She's downplaying it, but sometimes she forgets that I'm a writer, my job basically requires me to be observant and curious, and that's why I remember that first encounter, even years later.

"Let me guess. Public Library, second Derrick Storm novel, but you made me sign the first book."

"Do you remember?"

She's surprised I remember details like these. Unfortunately I can't say I really remember her. I remember the impression she had on me, but not much else. I could pretend I did, and even pull it off, but I don't want to. After all she's not someone I want to impress. I just want her to know me, the real me.

"I remember this young woman… she stood up from the crowd because she wasn't squealing or anything, she just stood stiffly like she didn't belong there but had a valid reason that brought her there. I don't remember a face, but later I wondered for a while what her story was."

"It's always about the story, uh, Ricky?"

"Interesting people always have good stories."

"So I'm interesting, uh?"

"Among other things, yes. A lot of other things…"

That just fuels another round of kissing and I can't help but lose track of time.

I knew she had to be a great kisser…

Some time later she pulls back from the kiss and starts to wiggle away from me. Not that tonight she's going very far, if a have a say in this.

"If I'm not mistaken you promised me dinner tonight Castle, and I'm kind of hungry…"

Just then I hear a stomach grumble, even if I'm not sure if it was hers or mine. Or maybe both. Maybe our stomachs are in sync… That would be cute!

"Me too, but I don't want to move…" I whine. It feels so wonderful to hold her in my arms, to reach for her perfect lips and kiss her whenever I want…

God, I'm so whipped! And happy to be too.

By the way she looks at me I know I'm not getting any more kisses until I give up, which obviously I do.

"Okay, dinner… We probably have to reheat everything. It was warm when I got here, but it's been a while. You do have a microwave, right?"

She glares at me on her way to the kitchen. "I'm a cop, I work something like 10 hours per day at least, of course I have a microwave!"

After swatting my arm she actually stands up and strolls to the kitchen, with an extra sway on her hips (added for my benefit, if I have to guess by the mischievous look she throws at me behind her shoulder).

Did I mention how whipped I am?