A/N: Have I mentioned how much I love you all?

Disclaimer: I do not own Castle or the characters used in this story.

This chapter is a little steamier than the others, but it's still a T rating.

Day two of Castle's book tour seems to drag on much longer than the first. It doesn't help that he has to be there the entire today and paste on a continuous smile for his fans. Every time he tries to pull out his phone and send Kate a text Gina shoots him a glare and allows more people through the line.

He can feel his phone vibrate multiple times from where it rests in the front pocket of his shirt, and he has no doubt that the texts are from Kate. He knows she caught a case this morning, but that's all the detail he was able to get from her before he was whisked off to a cab.

He can't help but think back to her journal entry from the night before. He knows she wouldn't tackle a suspect and put their baby and herself in danger, but what if the suspect got to her first? He tries to ignore those thoughts, tries to replace them with positive thoughts of the woman he loves, but deep down he still worries about her.

At least if he was with her he could have her back.

He finally manages to sneak a look at his phone when Gina steps out to take a call, and then he kind of wishes he had waited.

He can picture Kate, sitting at her desk in the precinct, phone hidden beneath the privacy of her desk while she works on paperwork. She probably has one hand pressed over her mouth to hide the smirk that threatens to bloom into a wicked smile. And he knows the way her eyes will dart around, checking to see if anyone is watching her, but secretly hoping someone is, because she's a bit of an exhibitionist sometimes.

He scrolls through her messages, eyes widening with each one and he's thankful that the table he's seated at hides the evidence of what his wife does to him.

Her last message, the most recent one which came through only minutes ago, has him desperate to finish the day, wishing that he was going home to her at the end.

I can't stop thinking about your hands.

I'm ninety-nine percent sure that I'm soaked through my pants and I hate it, because I know you won't be there to enjoy it when I get home.

God, I want you.

Fuck. He wants her too.

He practically sprints out of the book store, ignoring a few lingering fans as he goes and he should feel bad for it, but he needs to get back to his hotel room and take care of the problem his extremely naughty wife has created.

He grabs his laptop as he plops on to the bed, reaches for her journal as he leans back and gets comfortable.

Kate won't be home for another hour and he plans to keep her on skype for quite a while so he flips to her next journal entry and lets her words help pass the time.

July 10th, 2014

Castle,

I need you.

And yes, in that I miss you so much and I just need to be in your arms kind of way, but tonight there's another need.

I had to interview a suspect today in front of that club you took me to right after we officially got together. The one where—well you know.

I had to ask the man to repeat what he said twice and it wasn't because he was hard to understand.

I kept remembering that night.

I had on that red dress that you love, the strapless one that borders on indecent.

Your hands were on me the entire night, touching, groping, rubbing.

That was the first night that I let you see a different side of me.

You whispered in my ear, dirty, hot words painting across my sensitive skin and I knew that I couldn't wait until we got home to have you.

I let you press me against the wall in the back of the club, and then you turned me into a panting, sated mess. At least until we stumbled out to the cab and you crowded me against the door, hand trailing up the inside of my thigh and I needed you all over again.

I couldn't get enough of you that night. I've never been able to get enough of you.

My body burns at the memory of your touch, and I'd give anything to feel you right now.

Where the hell are you, Castle?

I have far too many plans for you and our adventurous sex life for this to be the end.

This isn't the end.

You're coming home.

Kate's skype call comes through before he can call her. The vivid memory she painted of that night in the club still alive in his mind.

She's smirking when her face pops up on his screen, and there are a few words of I miss you and some whispers of love, but then words are too much.

The call ends with harsh breathing and promises of dirty things.

And all Castle can think about is how five days seems more like years.

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