I think this is a first for me. Updating twice in the same... month. Nevertheless, here is the rest of that scene. It seems a little rushed at the end but that is because I am at school and I only have so much free time at school to write this. I was trying to post this yesterday for Stana Katic's birthday but alas, that didn't happen so this is my belated birthday gift to our Modern Day Audrey Hepburn - stunningly gorgeous, utterly intelligent, health and environmentally consious, witty and incredibly talented. Can you tell I'm a fan?

Anyways, enjoy 3

Disclaimer: I don't own Castle or anything associated with it.


"What's up?" Castle rocked back on his heels, knowing that Beckett wanted a private word but he still wasn't sure what to expect.

"What the hell were you thinking?" She didn't let him ask what she was talking about. "You weren't thinking – of course you weren't thinking. You never think." She ranted, using her hands to punctuate every word.

"Whoa slow down there honey." Castle grabbed her shoulders to still her but she shook him off.

"Don't call me honey."

"Okay what did I do?" He asked in exasperation. Beckett was really pissed at him and he didn't know what he had done.

"And now you're going to pretend like it's nothing." She scoffed. "God why did I ever get involved a playboy?" Did she just say that to him? After everything he had done for her, she was going to accuse him of being a playboy?

"You still think I'm just trying to get into your pants?"

"Admit it putting a ring on your muse's finger is great publicity for your new book. Not to mention keep up your flawless reputation of fuck 'em and leave 'em." That was it. Castle's hands hit the table with a slap as he eyed her viciously.

"You are unbelievable. You have no right to accuse me of anything like that. If anything, it should be me calling you a whore." He spat out the word causing his fiancé to fume. "The way you flaunt your sexuality in front of any guy who'll look your way which – looking like that – is every guy you pass."

"Should we really be watching this, guys?" Ryan didn't take his eyes off of the window but he still didn't think it was right to be watching their argument. They had fought a lot – come on, this was Castle and Beckett – but never like this.

"Shush," his partner waved a hand in his direction "it's just getting good."

"You want to say something to my face?" Beckett was very close to his personal bubble right now and with her heels, they were practically eye-to-eye behind the interrogation table. That's where he first saw the shift.

"Yeah." He stepped even closer, showing her with his cobalt eyes that he completely agreed. "I wish I had never asked you to move in with me."

"Well I wish we had never started dating." They were shouting in each other's faces now.

"I wish I had never started following you."

"I wish we had never met."

"Are you as turned on as I am?"

"Even more."

She was pulling him into a passionate kiss before he could process what was going on.

His fingers were cupping the back of her head, keeping her in place – not that she was going anywhere and her hands went from the back of his head to completely leaning into him, her right elbow resting on the back of his shoulder as they wound through his locks. As they drew even closer, he briefly heard a stiletto heel hit the metal table beside him and all of a sudden he was being bent over said table, pushing their hips closer together in a delicious sort of friction that elicited a moan of pleasure from one of them – or both. His one hand left her hair in favour of riding up her thigh over her pant leg while she pushed even farther forward until his knee was bent between her legs and he was practically lying on the table. When his hand reached the top of her thigh, he used the momentum to grab her hips and pull them up, effectively breaking the kiss but maintaining the contact.

Kate, not to be deterred when on a mission, began to place hot kisses all the way from his mouth to his jaw and down the centre of his neck, sucking on his Adam's apple for a split second before she began to undo his buttons and graze her lips and teeth across the newly expose flesh. Castle, to his credit, managed to keep from moving as she continued her assault. He had brought his fingers to her hair to help steady both of them as she went lower and lower until she reached the button of his pants. Knowing she had every intention to continue downwards, he felt the need for one last kiss before he lost all coherent thought.

Pulling her up by her shoulders, he slipped his tongue into her mouth the moment they made contact. They broke occasionally to breathe and change positions but that was it.

"You do know that Ryan and Esposito are probably watching right?" She smiled as she resumed her assault down his now open chest at a faster pace.

"Good, maybe they can learn something." This time when she reached his pants, he didn't stop her. He simply braced himself on the back of the table and watched her tug on the fabric enclosing the button to release it and then grasp onto the zipper and pull down. With his erection aching with the anticipation of freedom, he was about to help her pull them down when her hands, which had lingered on his chest, dug lightly into his chest and pulled down. They also met the top of his pants and she grasped both his dress pants and his boxers and then pulled down. Needing the freedom to move around, he kicked his shoes off and allowed her to pull his bottoms the rest of the way off, tossing them under the table. Still crouched, she looked up at him with a smirk.

"No cold water today." She placed light kisses all the way up his shaft until her nose was in his pubic hair and then she opened her mouth and let her tongue skim over every inch of him. He held her head in place as she continued her ministrations until he was sure he would break. Not in the mood to do this alone, he lifted his knee, causing her to come up from her crouched position and pushed her against the wall opposite the table. Kicking her heels beside his pants, she suddenly sunk lower down so she was level with his neck giving her the perfect opportunity to-

She was stopped by his hands finding the pants of her dress pants and pulling them open while pushing her hips against the wall. Her fingers clung to his shoulders as he bent lower to assault her neck with open mouthed kisses, replacing the hickey which had started to fade from their previous escapade.

As he slowly peeled away her pants from her hips, three heads in the observation room tilted to the side with chorused exclamations of 'oh that's where her tattoo is'.

Not that the couple noticed.

With her pants now around her ankles, she pulled them off with her toes in favour of wrapping around his waist and using gravity to push them against the table. He, however, had other plans for her and pressed back, entering her as her back hit the wall, pushing him deeper inside. Gasping out with surprised pleasure, she missed him slamming his hands down against the wall beside her head and she didn't realise he had pulled out of her until she was locking her ankles behind his back to pull him back in, bucking her hips into his in the process. While she was riding him, he managed to undo her blouse enough to completely reveal her bra-less breasts.

"You are very naughty." He smirked, barely meeting her eyes. "No bra in the work place."

"When was the last time you actually saw my bra at work?"

"When I spilled coffee on you last year." He remembered that day perfectly.

"And you haven't done it since," she was practically pouting; the tease "such a shame." With that thought racing through his head, he lowered his mouth to her left breast and teased it with the tip of his tongue while she continued to shift her hips around, creating a new angle with each push.

They continued stroke for stroke and she could feel the build up curling her toes and blurring her vision but she still cried out when he pumped into her and she threw her head back against the wall in ecstasy. He continued to push her farther and farther up the wall until he emptied himself into her and she collapsed against his shoulder. They hadn't moved far from where they had first started but her hair was a complete mess, having run it's self against the wall at every possible angle from their position. Her hands hadn't moved from his shoulders and his had kept themselves to her upper body but they were both completely spent from the effort of holding each other up.

As soon as she trusted her legs to support themselves, she unhooked her legs and he pulled off the wall so that she could stand properly. They stared at each other with bewildered, glossy expressions before she smiled and shook her head.

"If the captain ever finds out about this, I am going to be suspended."

"I'll probably be kicked out of the precinct; for good." There was a pause before they spoke in unison.

"So worth it."

Ryan, Esposito and Captain Montgomery stood there in stunned silence as the couple slowly, found their pants – they had managed to keep their tops on; open but on.

"Did they just-" Esposito looked at his partner.

"Did we just-" Ryan looked over at his boss with a 'deer-in-headlights' sort of expression.

"That-" Needless to say the boys were speechless – Montgomery especially. The couple had managed to keep it fairly quiet so no one else in the precinct should have seen or heard anything but Esposito had turned the speakers on to hear the argument so they had heard... everything. Ryan watched his stunned boss with a sudden feeling of sadness.

"Are you going to suspend her and kick him out?"

Montgomery was silent for a long moment before he turned to his boys with a smile.

"Nah; I'm just happy she didn't kill him. And that I never have to see that again." He was very serious about that last part and the others couldn't help but agree – well mostly.

"Actually..." Esposito hit the 'stop' button on the video machine as the couple in the interrogation room finished tucking in each other's shirts and she smoothed out her hair.

"You recorded it?" Ryan exclaimed incredulously.

"Well I was going to show their fight to Lanie;" he suddenly grinned "but now this is excellent blackmail material." This caused the captain to clear his throat in a scolding sort of way which shut both of the boys up.

"You are to never speak of this again, understand?" Both boys nodded while their inner monologues included thoughts of teasing, sexual innuendos and blackmail.

One thing none of them would discuss, however, was the glimpse they all got of Castle from the front – and how they compared to him.