Title: The Best Kind of Hangover- Beautifying Beckett
Rating: M
Pairing: Castle/Beckett
Disclaimer: Oh Andrew, Sir Andrew, thou hast vexed me/ For thy boundless creativity/. And thou owns Castle, straight and true/ But you don't mind me borrowing it for a moment or two. Thank you!
Author's Note:

Kate: Well, that was steamy.
Me: Yeah, and it was probably one of the easiest chapters I've ever written, oddly enough.
Kate: …So… what happens next?
Me: You get to meet the daughter… again. As a…girlfriend?
Kate: Isn't that… I mean, didn't I already do that years ago?
Me: Not like this you didn't.
Kate: …Great. And I don't have my gun.
Me: Nope. You're kind of screwed.

I'm at it again. I kind of like writing on this thing almost everyday. Not only that, I'm giving myself a set time to write, and it's becoming a nice little habit. I like it!

Shout out to RiTa-MD and jasnrob for the reviews! And thanks y'all for viewing my story and faving it! I hope I keep living up to y'all's expectations, and I hope I keep entertaining.

Ok, no more talk. Time for some Castle/Beckett action.

She had no clothes. After her brain practically melted along with Castle's touch… she realized that, unless she was planning on wearing water vapor, there was nothing but her old, sopping pile of clothes in Castle's bedroom to wear. Sopping, because they were as stubborn as her and refused to dry. Really? You'd think she would have figured that one out sooner but… eh. She was locked inside her own "Castle" walls, and there wasn't much of an option for clear thought.

Where had Castle gone? He'd left a few minutes ago, and as she sat on the toilet seat, she stood inside the shower stall, already missing his warm arms surrounding her. She settled for a towel, but that… that wasn't enough. "Castle? Baby? Where did you go?"

"Hey! I'm here! Just getting something!" No sooner than she said it than he poked his head back into the bathroom with a sly grin on his face, already fully dressed and wearing the same black shirt she'd commandeered this morning. That made her all kinds of pelased. "You didn't drown in there, did you?"

"What does it look like, Castle?"

"Well, I mean, I left you in there a long time, long enough to get you all… wrinkly and pruny… Just wanted to see if you dried out a little."

"Oh yeah? And why is that?"

His face exploded like fireworks. "'Cause I got somethin' for you."

Kate normally never loved it when he was infuriating, but this was more like flirting. Which was quite ok in her book. "Don't make me get my handcuffs," she said, a beat before she realized she didn't have any.

"Nah. Those are for the bedroom," he chuckled. "But I can't have you going out in public, wearing nothing but your birthday suit. That's for the bedroom too. So…" He pulled something out from behind his back and winked. "…thought you'd like something nice to wear."

It was cranberry mandarin silk, a mix of red and orange like the sunrise, with golden vines coursing down the right side. No sleeves, like she liked it; the fabric at the top knotted in the middle like a rose, and two gilded panels of flowing chiffon hung downward from it, stopping at her knees. From Castle's fingers dangled a pair of gold Jimmy Choo sandals with a two-inch heel, the jewel-incrusted leather straps lacing together like lattice work at the toes and snaps to secure the straps in the back. Coupled with the ruby drop necklace, gold bracelets and a haircomb with garnet encrusted butterflies on it, she didn't know how to breathe. Wow. "Oh, Castle…"

"Like them?" He beamed, pleased as punch. "Sounds sappy, but I bought them a year ago, had them tucked away in my closet… I uh… I don't know. I just… thought that one day, they'd be yours. Either that, or Gina would've stolen them and I wouldn't know any better." He chuckled. "They're in your size. And orange is very in this year."

"I thought it was… yellow?"

"But red's your power color. When I first met you, that's all you'd wear. Compromise."

She raised an eyebrow and smirked. "You noticed what I wore?"

"Of course I did. I couldn't keep my eyes off you."

"Rick." How could she not love him for that? Kate leaped up and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him on the nose and lips. "I don't know how to thank you."

He rolled his eyes up to the ceiling for a second or two. "Hmmm… date me. Love me. Be my love monkey."

Kate laughed. "No, but you can be my writer monkey."

"Deal." He kissed her back. "Go get changed. We'll take the Ferrari out for a spin."

"Do I get to drive?"

He scoffed. "It's my car. And you never let me drive yours."

"Because if you did, I could've gotten a violation on my police record and a couple days' suspension."

"But, hey, big risk, big reward."

She kissed him again. "Shut up and kiss me."

"Don't have to tell me twice."