Thank you to everyone who, reviewed, favorited, and alerted! Without you guys I wouldn't be writing. I'm not happy with this chapter, but I've already re- written it four times. Hopefully it's still enjoyable. I know it's way shorter than I like, but I don't want to add words for no reason. It is not an M chapter, but it is a strong T.

Castle pulls away, taking a cleansing breathe to stave off the nerves ratcheting through his body. The letter trembles in his hand as he struggles with thought of what reading the letter would have been like without her. His eyes fill with tears and he grasps her hand, needing to feel her with him.

"This letter means everything to me. To know that you were thinking of me...Kate, if you had not come back..."

"Castle, had I known the risk involved in this, I would never have taken The case. It was supposed to be an easy intel operation. I'm in this, baby. I'm not going anywhere."

Castle leans in and tenderly kisses his beautiful fiancé. His fingers rake through her hair, as she cants towards him, letting out a small moan. He needs to show her how grateful he is that she's fought to be here with him. He wants his actions to speak louder than words, as he makes passionate love to her.

Kate eyes drift closed as she breaths the scent of him in deeply. Her heart pounds erratically in her chest. Chills run down her arm as the back of his hand softly skims over her sensitive skin from her shoulder to her elbow. The rest of her body craves and shutters for the want of his hands, for the heaviness of his body, warm and hard against her. The ache for this man goes far beyond a mere sexual act. Her need for him so strong, so encompassing, and yet it doesn't make her feel weak. It makes her stronger and more determined to make this life with him.

Her hand glides gently across the length of his collarbone to the tense muscles at the back of his neck. Her finger possessively caress the soft tiny hairs at the back of his neck as she draws him slowly to her lips. Her breath flows gently over his lips before he feels her teeth nip gently at his lower lip. Her tongue skims sensually across his reddened lip. Castle parts his lips as her tongue hungrily caresses his. He could easily get lost in the feel of her lips.

"Thank you, for knowing me so well. You know what I need before I do, Rick. Thank you for never giving up." She's secretly always enjoyed the bad boy scruff as she kisses the length of his jaw, finally stopping to whisper dirty things into his ear.

"There's no one and no place I'd rather be, Kate." He smiles and her heart fills with such love for him. A love she never thought remotely possible after her mother's murder.

Castle's hand slides gently down her back tenderly tracing the vertebrae of her spine and pulling her flush against him. She arches into him, wanting the warmth and strength of his body firmly against her.

"Castle," she moans as he trails wet kisses down the slender column of her neck. He fingers the hem of the brushed cotton t-shirt she's wearing. His thumbs brush softly up the sides of her ribs as his fingers dance up her back, bringing the t-shirt with them. Her hair spills softly out of the shirt and onto her shoulders. The offending object flung carelessly to the far corner of the room, her bra is quick to follow. His eye darken as he takes her in.

She retaliates by playfully fidgeting with the buttons of his shirt before she starts it's torturously slow removal. The feel of him as each inch of his skin is gloriously disclosed to her lips is intoxicating. Never would she get used to him this way.

Kate's nails scrape across his shoulders, slipping his expensive blue dress shirt off his shoulders, and pooling onto the floor. She resumes her exploration down his chest to his lower abdomen, leaving faint pink trails on his skin. Her tongue languidly circles his nipple making it pebble before nipping at it with her teeth. His eyes close as he enjoys her sweet torturous exploration of his body. Impatient as always, he decides it's his turn to feast on her body.

He has her naked before she can blink. His lips latch hungrily onto her breast sucking hard, her back arches like a drawn bow to meet them. The splayed fingers of his other hand travel gradually down the flat plains of her muscular stomach. She squirms in anticipation, her hips rising towards his touch. His fingers dip into the wet warmth, between her legs, the hot musky scent of her arousal tease his senses.

He worships every inch of her delicious body. Every crevice, every valley, every erotically charged area, with his lips until he has her panting and begging.

"Castle, Please, I'm close…." She growls between clenched teeth. "God Castle."

Her hips grind uncontrollably into him and her breath comes fast and irregular. Without warning her lithe body spasms as her orgasm thunders through her. Her nails dig into the satin sheets around her, as his name escapes from her lips repeatedly.

Her body welcomes the feel of him deep within her, the completeness of joining with him overwhelms her. His sweat slick body towers over her, his breath warm against the crook of her neck, the deep thrusts as he pushes her hard against the mattress, has her desperately craving her release. Every thrust send coils of need raging through her veins. It builds within her until it's almost more than she can handle, then she's shattering hard around him. The intensity of her orgasm has Castle following quickly with her name blissfully on his lips.

His satiated body collapses heavily around her, and immediately she feels an all encompassing panic rises through her. Fear so fierce she can feel it coarse through her veins leaving her feeling trapped. Darkness slithers around the edges of her reality. She has to move, has to get away. Her body goes rigid below him and he watches as her eyes cloud over.

Working on instinct Castle rolls of off her body. In a soothing calm voice he quickly calls her name and uses gentle touches to draw her back to reality. He coaxes her, reminds her where she is, and that she safe. Using his words he tells her loves her repeatedly.

Unlike the previous episode, this time he feels the tension ebb slowly out of her body as she gets a grip on the reality around her. Emotions flood through her as she tries to reconcile herself with everything that has happened.

They exchange no words. He wraps her in his arms and holds her against him, his hands rubbing gentle circles on her back and letting her take from him what she needs.

In barely a whisper he tells her, "I love you, Kate. I love you and I'll be here with you, through this. Always."

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