A/N: Because I missed Sharon & Castillo, and really wanted to write something for them...

There was a wonderful sense of decadence, to waking in her lover's bed, and Sharon Raydor loved every delicious minute of being there.

It wasn't the impossibly comfortable mattress...

The high thread-count sheets...

Or even the sound of the Pacific Ocean, as it carried through the open bedroom window.

It was Martin Castillo himself, and Sharon hummed with love, as she toyed with the thickness as of his hair. His head was resting on her chest, while his arms were wrapped adorably around her torso, making her feel like the most cherished teddy bear in all the world.

For all of his quiet and steady confidence, her man was surprisingly shy about inviting others- including her, to his private digs.

As it was, he had all but purchased his daughter's beachfront home outright, while still being able to afford a home of his own, as well. Sharon never questioned how or where such wealth for a public servant came from, and Castillo never said.

It was just an unspoken fact.

Also a fact was that he was the primary care-giver for one Kacey Ann, as her cop mommy and pilot daddy had irregular hours, and it only made sense that Castillo live on-site.

Still, his adult male pride kept visitors to his home at a minimum- a trait that Sharon suspected Castillo'd had for decades.

So, to be there in his tidy in-laws apartment above the Thrace-Adams' garage, and at that hour, was just about the sweetest treat ever.

Sharon loved playing house in the tidy one bedroom, with the man she loved, and were it not for Rusty and her job as Captain, she'd do it on a permanent basis for sure. After playing with their favorite little blondie the night before, and turning her over to her parents, Sharon and Castillo retired to his apartment for a quiet dinner together- followed by dessert in bed.

And now a new day was starting.

Sharon smiled to herself, as her lover played possum.

"Marty, while I could easily stay here with you all day, neither one of us has that actual luxury."

"Frak that."

Sharon giggled, as Castillo kissed his way up her body. Their lips met- eventually, and her resolve weakened.

"Compromise- I let you shower with me."

Castillo chuckled against her. "Deal."

He gave her a head start, and then joined her in the glass enclosed shower of the en-suite. The stall was big enough for two, and with three shower heads running at once, there was more than plenty of water to go around for them both.

He kissed her naked shoulder, as he came up behind her.

"Is it that time of the month again?"

"MmmHmm..."

Sharon raised her right arm first, as Castillo cupped her breast in one of his large hands. She could feel the determination of his soul, while his calloused fingers probed with care.

"Do you feel anything?"

"I should be asking you that."

Castillo grunted at Sharon's playful comeback. "I feel you- and only you. No lumps."

Sharon knew as much, as she too, felt nothing- and only him.

Castillo then moved on to examine her other breast, and again they both felt nothing. With relief, he slumped against her shapely form, and sighed.

She sighed too, and couldn't help but think that if every woman had such a loving and attentive partner- one who was actually brave enough to do the monthly examinations with them, breast cancer wouldn't have a frakking chance.

Sharon spun on her heel to face him, and then pushed him toward the tiled wall of the stall.

"My turn to do you," she purred. "Boys can get breast cancer, too."

Castillo did as she directed, while Sharon inspected his pecs. They were nicely toned, and beautifully tan. When she was done, and all was clear, she pressed a kiss to the space between his shoulder blades. In return, he huffed with mirth, and then attempted to turn to face her.

But Sharon stopped him, and continued her exploration of his body, all while whispering soothing nonsensical words.

Her hands moved south of his navel, and lovingly claimed his testicles and cock. "I'm duty bound to make sure these are clear as well," she purred, while feeling his intake of breath.

Sharon marveled to herself, how Castillo was able to hold his desire in check, as she thoroughly inspected his sex and testicles. Her man could get an erection at a moment's suggestion, and to steel himself for such an intimate action showed tremendous control.

"Agency training," he explained without questioning.

Sharon figured as much, and smiled sweetly, once she finished and let Castillo face her.

"Aren't you gonna check my ass, too?"

His lover giggled, finally, as she backed herself up onto the shower bench. He hardened instantly, as he felt her hands against his buns. She squeezed them playfully, and hummed possessively.

"Still perfect," Sharon replied tartly, in speaking of his famous backside. "But I'll leave the hole to your doctor, thank you very much!"

Castillo grinned, as the shower sprays drenched them both. "Speaking of holes..."

He found hers easily, as Sharon wrapped her legs around his waist, and dug her nails into Castillo's shoulders.

She was naturally wet- and hot, as he slid into her easily.

"You feel so good..."

"So do you..."

Sharon sighed as her eyes met Castillo's, and the steam billowed around them. He always looked so very sexy when he was was wet, and it was all Sharon could do from eating him up!

"God, I love you..."

Castillo actually hummed, as Sharon's teeth sank lightly into his shoulder. It hurt slightly, but he barely noticed as he loved her just as much.

He told her so, and then he showed her in every way possible.

Their shared release was as spectacular as their love.

Somehow they found the strength to make actual use of the shower, by washing each other's bodies- albeit playfully, before readying themselves for the day ahead.

Both of their phones beckoned, brimming with texts and voicemails that would eventually pull them apart- for a good number of hours at least.

There was a baby to be cared for, and construction supply deliveries to be received by Castillo...

And a new, heart wrenching case that would test Sharon's resolve, and that of the city...

But their souls would always be together, and one- and that's what truly mattered.

#FADE OUT#