A/N: the chapter you've all been waiting for...

You make me happy, whether you know it or not
We should be happy, that's what I said from the start
I am so happy
Knowin' you are the one that I want for the rest of my days
For the rest of my days

I'm happy knowin' that you are mine
The grass is greener on the other side
The more I think the more I wish that we could lay here for hours and just reminisce
Ooh-ooh

They ate their meal happily, smiling in delight at being together. Time seemed to pass in a flash and before they knew it they were finishing up dessert.

"That was amazing," Beckett grinned, watching the barista sat opposite her.

"Yeah it was," he replied, curling his fingers around Kate's. "And don't think you're paying, I've got this one," Castle told her.

"Are you sure?" she asked. "Not even half?"

"Kate, I'm sure," he spoke sincerely and she nodded, "Okay."

Luigi soon appeared with the bill, Castle dropping his credit card on top. They left the restaurant moments later and stood on the street looking at one another.

"So," Kate began, "What now?"

"That's up to you. We can go dancing or for a walk or to a bar... Or I can take you home," Castle spoke the last one sadly. "Your choice," he shrugged.

"Take a walk?" she suggested, "It's a nice evening."

They wandered hand in hand to the nearest park, their only light radiating from the full moon that shone above them joined with light from the shops which they strode past. The evening was cool and Beckett shuffled closer to Castle for warmth as they walked, wrapping his arm round her to keep her close to his chest.

The couple found a bench in the sheltered under a tree and illuminated by a street lamp, and sat they down together. The two of them didn't say anything, simply surrounded by each other- they didn't need any words. The two couldn't describe how much love they felt towards one another and so they sat quietly, blissfully.

"Kate," Castle whispered, causing her to glance up at him. She loved when he called her by her first name, it made her heart beat faster every time he did. The barista's deep blue eyes were filled with intensity and love. Kate saw the words stick in his throat and he swallowed hard, focusing on what he was about to say. She gave him a small nudge of encouragement and he squeezed her hand softly.

"Kate," he started again, timidly, "I just want to say that this evening with you have been one of the best evenings I've ever had, even though it's only our first date," and she smiled at his words. "And I would really love it if you would like to go out with me again," he spoke nervously.

"Of course Castle," Kate said instantly. "I would love to."

The barista grinned at her response, lifting his hand and cupping her cheek. He brought his face slowly next to hers, their noses now side by side. Kate's eyes fluttered closed, as did Castle's and their lips met for the first time.

The kiss was gentle and unhurried. Beckett let out a moan before he deepened the kiss, bringing the pair closer than they had ever been before.

Eventually, they withdrew from each other, breaking for air. Their foreheads still touching, Castle and Beckett gazed into each other's eyes, blue meeting green once again.

"I love you Kate," he murmured as she felt his words touch her skin against the cold. "I love you so much," and he kissed her deeply again.

Breaking apart, Kate ran a hand down his face and instinctively he leaned into her touch.

"Castle," she spoke, her voice thick with lust, "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say those words."

"I love you Kate. I love you," he repeated again.

"I love you too," she uttered and Castle's eyes went wide. She loved him.

Castle cupped her head, feeling her soft hair in his hands, giving her another kiss, and another, and another...

Hands were flying everywhere, each desperate for each other's touch: hands, faces, backs, they were all over each other. The detective laughed; she knew the attraction between them was strong, but she didn't realize it would be this strong.

"Castle," she whispered. "I don't usually do this on a first date," she smiled shyly, "but do you want to take this back to my place?"

The barista's heart soared, "Yes," he grinned, "Yes."

Kate grasped his hand, standing up from the bench on wobbly legs. She led him to the main road where they grabbed a taxi, directing it to Beckett's place.

Despite getting a little handsy in the cab, the couple burst through her front door, laughing and giggling, pressing small kisses to each other's skin, wrapped in a cloak of lust and longing. She guided him to her bedroom and lay on the bed as he jumped on to join her.

He kissed her mouth, her neck, her hands; any part where he could feel his skin against hers.

"Wait," Beckett stopped him, "Don't you need to tell Alexis and Martha where you are?"

"No, its okay," he assured her, "I texted them in the taxi," and Beckett hummed in response, her body buzzing.

The detective took hold of his tie; bring him towards her, peppering kisses along her jaw line. His hands scraped down her body, making her breath catch in her throat.

"Castle," she breathed, arching her back, "I want you. I want you."

He ran a hand through her hair. Looking into her eyes, he saw she wanted this as much as he did. He dropped a kiss on her temple before pulling down the zipper on her dress. Castle had never been happier in his life.

The next morning Castle was still dozing next to Kate as she watched him. It seemed like a dream, a spectacular dream, no less. It was incredible. They were incredible. Not only was it the best sex of her life, but she loved him with her full heart. She never wanted to let him go.

He lay on his back, only a sheet covering their still naked bodies as she lay on her front observing the gentle rise and fall of his chest. Kate was going to have to wake him up soon. It was almost 9 o'clock. She had no idea if he was supposed to be at work today or not, meanwhile it was her day off.

She moved next to the barista and caressed his face with the palm of her hand.

"Castle," she whispered. No reply. "Castle," she nudged him.

"Hmm. Don't get up yet, stay in bed," came the murmured reply.

"Castle," she gave him a larger shove, forcing his eyes open.

The moment he saw Beckett, his face broke into a grin; simply seeing her next to him in the morning made him so unbelievably giddy. "Hey," he muttered.

"Hey yourself," she smiled. "Sorry to wake you but I wasn't sure if you were supposed to be at work."

Castle shook his head, "No, not today. Mother gave me the day off."

"Good," she beamed, "because it's my day off too."

"So what would you like to do today?" he asked.

"Um, I don't know. We could read," she gave a suggestive smile.

"We could watch TV," Castle added.

"Yeah, we could get something to eat."

"We could do that, yeah," he grinned as Beckett leaned forward to kiss him, only to be interrupted by the ringing of his phone.

Glancing at the caller ID the barista saw that it was Alexis. "I, urm, I better get that," he said, giving an apologetic smile and pulling on some boxers as he left the room.

Beckett knew that Alexis would always be Castle's main priority, and honestly the way he was such a good father was one of the many things that attracted Kate to him. With his daughter, Castle showed how caring and understanding he was and the detective would never ask for him to put herself before Alexis. He was sweet and generous and kind. He was the love of her life, and she wouldn't have him any other way.

Seconds later, Castle returned with a frown on his face.

"Everything okay?" Kate questioned.

"Something's gone wrong at Muse," he explained. "The delivery people brought the wrong ingredients."

"You need to go?" she inquired sadly, although she already knew the answer.

"Kate I'm so sorry," he sat on the bed next to her. "I will make this up to you," Castle promised.

"Come back for lunch?" she asked. She really didn't want him to go so soon.

"Deal," he smiled, kissing her lips. "I love you," he whispered in her ear before turning to go.

"I love you too!" she yelled as he walked out the front door and then she melted back into her bed. He was amazing.

At 12 o'clock Castle returned with flowers in hand. He knocked in the door and Beckett swung it open dressed casually in jeans and a blue shirt.

"Hey Castle," she smiled looking shyly and the flowers. They were bright purple with hints of yellow it them – her two favourite colours.

"These are for you as part of my 'making it up to you'," he grinned, handing out the flowers to her.

"Thanks Castle," she murmured, dipping her head slightly and smelling the bouquet. "That's really sweet of you. Come on in," Kate spoke, moving away from the door to let him in.

"Did you fix the delivery in the end?" she asked grabbing another vase, just as she had the night before.

"Yeah all fixed now," he assured her. "Kate, I really am sorry about this morning. I shouldn't have left..."

"Castle, it's fine," she promised. "Your family needed you and I would never ask you to put me before them."

The barista stared at her in amazement, "You really are something special Kate, d'you know that?"

"I do now," she smirked. "Come on, you can help me make lunch," and she tugged on his hand to join her in the kitchen.

The pair worked side by side preparing the meal, giggling and flirting with each other. Castle was in charge of vegetables and Kate was cooking the chicken and potatoes. And soon it was all done and they sat at the dining room table.

"I didn't know you could cook so well," Castle smiled taking his first bite. "I thought you said you usually get take out."

"I do," she shrugged. "You should see the Styrofoam temple going on in the fridge. I went out and brought all this while you were gone."

"Kate, you didn't have to."

"Yes, I did," but before he could ask why she continued as if reading his mind. "Because I love you Richard Edgar Alexander Rodgers Castle and I wanted to do something for you. You've done so much for me over the years: invited me into your home, looked after me," she listed, "so thank you."

"Always Kate. Always," he assured, and Kate felt her heart skip a beat.

"So, when are you going to let me read the other Nikki Heat books, Castle?" Beckett questioned.

"You can pick them up on Monday?"

"Sounds great," she grinned. "What are the other two called?"

"Urm, 'Naked Heat' and 'Heat Rises'..."

"Naked Heat? Really Castle?" she asked.

"I can't help it if your hotness inspired that title, Detective," and he gave a grin.

"Does she iron naked again?" she asked, not really sure if she wanted to hear the answer.

"No," he scoffed.

"Do we have sex again?" she raised an eyebrow gesturing between herself and Castle.

"Yes." Beckett rolled her eyes, "I have to give the audience what they want," he explained.

She laughed, "Sure you do. Or..."

"Or?" he asked.

"Maybe you just like picturing yourself having sex with me," Kate suggested.

"Maybe..." he murmured. "But last night was better than anything I've ever imagined."

"Me too," she said timidly.

"You game for round two?" he asked, touching her thigh under the table.

"Don't you mean round four?" Beckett reminded him, as his hand moved higher.

"Tomato, tomato," Castle shrugged before making contact with her lips again. Their meal soon forgotten, Castle kissed her deeply before guiding her to the couch. They smiled and laughed as they made love, neither of them feeling this way about anyone before. This was true love.

A/N: I am a 16 year old girl; I am not writing you a sex scene. It was awkward enough trying to write their little make out session in the park, why am I such an awkward person? But was the making out bit okay? Like I'm not expecting it to be Shakespeare, but it was alright, right? Maybe? Help?

As for the yellow and purple favourite colours – Stana thinks that Beckett's favourite colour is purple, and Stana's is yellow so that's why I did that, plus it's a really good colour combination. Hope you enjoyed! X Verity.