Note this chapter as M rated.

After kissing her slowly, but not for too long he decided to pull away and take her hand instead. He pulled the chair for her and offered her a gentle smile, which she returned and then sat down on the chair. The next thing he did was searching through the drawers for corkscrew to be able to open the wine. After doing it, he poured some of the clear red wine with a touch of brown at the rim in what was supposed to be Kate's cup and then in his own.

She inhaled sharply, taking her time to observe everything he did for that night. It was quiet and magical in its own way. It was something that she had never experienced before. No one has ever cared so much about her and she had never felt so much for someone else, either.

Candles were flickering around the space, filling the air with sweet and lightweight scent. The table was beautifully set with warm food and desserts. The only things from the food that she recognized were the Bacon Cheddar Waffles with honey in the shape of hearts. There were strawberries, too.

Placing a hand over her stomach in case some grumbling sound decides to come out, Rick took the opposite seat on the table, so he was facing her.

"I am not the president, you know?" He teased and she lifted confused eyes at him. "You can eat, Kate."

Oh.

Her head bobbed twice and when she took the fork to taste of what looked like very delicious spaghetti, she moaned at the scrumptious and delicious flavor that enveloped her mouth.

He grinned at her reaction, feeling his sternum fill with a little pride and gratification. "You like it?"

"Oh, my – Rick how did you make this? It's amazing!" She exclaimed, joy written over her face, digging in her plate to taste some more.

"I assume that means you like it, then." He said sweetly before shoving fork into his own plate to see the result of his chef skills and abilities.

"What is it?" She pointed at the tastiest food with curiosity. "I love your paper bag sandwiches, but I never thought that you are good at cooking."

It was true. Until now they had always ordered pizza or some other junk food. Sometimes they went out for Chinese, but he never revealed his cooking skills to her.

"Uh, I've made this dish multiple times for my mother's guests. It's only me and my mother and she is not one of the best known chefs, so I decided to teach myself how to cook on my own." He explained, taking a sip from his cup of wine. "I actually invented this recipe, before knowing that it's on the internet. One day I was scrolling until I saw something really similar to my spaghetti. It turned out that the meal is called Roasted spaghetti squash with sausage."

"Sausage?" She looked down at her plate.

"I put bacon instead of sausage. It's much better. Or pepperoni, it's good too."

Kate hummed with joy and took a sip of her own from the big glass, tasting the red wine.

They talked about his and hers day and when Kate reminded herself what happened with Lanie today, she decided to remain silent. At least for now. Why ruin such a great dinner with worries? It could wait.

Besides, she made sure that Lanie made a promise to zip her mouth and not spit it out accidentally.

No reason to worry, they just had to be more careful with those sweet glances during lectures.

Her thoughts were pushed away when Rick asked if she wanted them to start the desert and she gratefully accepted. On top of everything he took out ice-cream from his fridge and served it among the cheddar waffles. Vanilla, yummy.

After finishing their deserts, he made sure she had eaten well and then he stood up. Before she could figure out what was going on, he turned on the stereo, and a song started playing. Going to her side he perceived the surprise in her eyes and then offered her a hand. "Dance with me?"

Oh, man.

She knew this song.

Te sourire dehors, a Angoulême

Un chasse-spleen Melchior, Paris-seychelles.

Kate stood up on her shaky legs and took his offered hand, moving with him closer to the music provider.

He placed his right hand on her left hip side and his left hand gently grasped her right hand, holding it up at about shoulder-level. They swayed slowly to the rhythm of the song, sneaking shy glances at each other. She was so nervously happy that the muscles in her face will start hurting soon if she didn't stop smiling.

Te sourire dehors, a Angouleme…

"Un chasse-spleen melchior, Paris-seychelles-" she sang along with the song and lyrics and Rick pulled back a little to look at her in astonishment.

"You know this song, wait – you speak French?" He asked in disbelief and saw her nodding her head slightly. "Is there something you don't know or can't do? Because since I met you – you do everything, really."

A cute chuckle escaped her mouth, hiding her head at the skin of his neck, smiling cautiously. "I can't juggle."

"I'll teach you." She felt him laughing next to her ear, his Adam apple bobbing up and down.

They fell into a silent slow dance, listening to the lyrics and beats of the song.

Le temps que l'eau se pose,

Sur nos ronces lilas.

"My mother knows." His admission made her breath caught in her throat and he lifted thoughtful eyes at her.

"You told her about us?" She asked, insecurely.

"Yeah, well, actually no – I guess she just figured it out by herself."

"And how did she react, what did she say?"

Since her first meeting with his mother, Kate was left with the impression that this woman was unusually different.

In a good way, of course.

Kate hoped that she didn't leave a bad impression about herself, though.

"I think that she seemed to be pretty understanding about the whole thing." He smiled at the memory of this morning in the kitchen with him on the phone with his mother. "And curious."

"Richard, – this whole 'friend' thing… you know I am not slow, right?" His mother spoke in a doubtful tone from the other line.

Rick sighed, running an uneasy and at the same time annoyed hand through his slick hair.

He needed to take a shower and he was going to be late for work.

"Mother, she is just a friend. I already told you that she doesn't have anywhere to go at, so I – I couldn't just leave her like that. I care about my friends."

"Yeah, darling, you did a really good deed, except for the fact that she is your student. It wasn't hard to notice." She said in a playful tone, more like a tease than disapproval.

His hand was now gripping on the roots of his hair. "I am telling you, we are just friends. By the way I am already late, so I'll-"

"Fine, alright. I am not going to push it, Richard." She spoke in a more serious tone. "Your private life needs to stay private. I understand, but I am still pretty convinced that there's something between you two. I really just – hope you are happy. It's all that matters to me."

Oh, well she kind of made him feel bad for not sharing it with her.

"Thank you, mother." He spoke, softly. "I hope you are happy with Ched, as well."

"I am, darling. Just be careful, okay?"

"Okay." He promised and they ended the call.

Rick knew that his mother knew about their confidential relationship. It was pretty obvious, but he couldn't just admit something like that. Especially to his mother. Not right.

Besides the situation with him and Kate was pretty secretive and unusual at the moment. Part of him was cautious and wary to admit to his mother that he was dating his student. It was wrong, just thinking about telling such thing to her. Maybe it was.

Maybe it was, but the heart wanted what the heart wanted. And his heart craved for Kate Beckett. The most important thing was that it was mutual.

At least, he hoped it was mutual.

"She likes you, I am pretty sure things will be just fine." He spoke reassuringly, noticing the lines on her face caused by worry. "Everybody likes you."

She huffed, rolling her eyes still swaying her hips in a slow dance with him. "That's not true."

"Think of it as you want, but I am just telling you the truth." He spoke in a voice filled with honesty. "You are beautiful and on top of that you are incredibly smart. Not many women have these two abilities."

Her head dipped down in shyness, hiding her face against the fabric of his shirt. "Stop, you're making me blush."

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, bending down to kiss the crown of her head.

He wanted to have her like this forever. In his arms, secured, relaxed and happy. He hoped she was happy, because whenever she was happy he was too.

It warmed his heart.

Since Rick has seen her for the first time, he started falling in love with her more and more with each passing day and week.

Wait, wha- love?

It hit him hard, because it was true. It was the reality. He was in love with her. Deeply in love. He had never felt anything so significant and huge about other women.

She pulled away to look up at his thoughtful face and it made him realize how tense he had become. "You okay?"

"Uh, yeah." Blue eyes met with hazel, making their heart rhythm fasten. "Do you want to eat some more?"

Changing the topic – nice safe

Kate shook her head, smiling softly. "I ate enough, thank you."

"So what do you want to do, then?" His brow raised in a funny way.

She shrugged, trapping her bottom lip with her teeth and then soothing the flesh with her tongue. "I don't know. Do you have something particular in mind?"

Oh, he noticed what she did here.

"Well, we could watch a movie, dance some more or try something new…" His voice became huskier at the last part of the sentence. "I am open to suggestions."

"Something new?" She asked and watched as his arms shrugged unsurely.

"Yeah, we could go and play some rugby." He said and for a second there she believed him and her eyebrows knotted in a funny way. "I even have All Blacks uniform that would fit perfectly for you."

"Uh, okay – if that's what you want to do tonight I'm-"His head tipped backwards in laughter and she swatted him on the arm earning a little whine from him.

"Not funny." She mumbled and he sobered up, because yeah – that was a little bit of a jackass. He shouldn't have killed the mood like that. Such an idiot.

"Hey," the music in the background turned off itself and he gently took her hand in his, stopping their dance. "I am sorry, I am just a little bit nervous and it sometimes makes me a little bit of a jackass. I totally killed off the mood."

"You did." Her lips curved into a sweet smile. "You better fix it."

"Oh?" He looked curiously at her. "And how am I supposed to do that?"

"Think of something." She shrugged comically, wicked smile covering her features. "It won't be that easy-"

Before she could finish the sentence his hands were positioned over her hips to hoist her up from the floor, making her legs wrap around his middle. "Rick!" She gasped, losing balance.

He chuckled next to her ear and she growled. "What the – give me some warning before doing stunts like that!"

"Uh – Huh." The next thing he did was putting her on the top of the counter, her butt colliding with the cold plot. "It's more fun like that." His wine breath washed over her face, making her realize how intimately close they were.

Her eyes lifted up to look at the stubble of his jaw, extending a hand to trace the lines of his bow tie. He followed her movements slowly, feeling the deep silence filling the air around them. She was gorgeous.

"Kate, I –"He opened his mouth to speak and then suddenly stopped, bringing up a hand to her cheek instead. "I wondered if you'd like to, uh – try?"

"Try what?" She bit on the inside of her cheek, her insides flipping from exhilaration. She knew what he meant by that and it awakened huge excitement in her; she just had to make sure he was thinking about the same thing.

"It's really awkward talking about this in this way, but I want to make sure you are okay with it. I don't want to push you into anything, Kate. I want to make sure you want this and if you are not ready, I am determined to wait as long as it takes." He became nervous all of sudden and her heart thrummed frequently against her ribs.

"Are you sure you want me to be your first?" He asked, insecurely.

Oh, God.

He looked at her with so much love and care; it made her trust him with all of her heart. She trusted him from a long time ago, but with other things. And now… she wanted to trust him with this, too.

"Of course, I want you to be my first, Rick. I already told you this. There's no doubt in that, but – I," she breathed nervously through her nostrils, fumbling with the hem of her shirt. "I am really scared. Lots of people told me how much it hurts and things like that…"

"Kate," he lifted up her chin to make her look at him. "You should stop listening to the other people and let yourself have your own experience. Besides, if it hurts you too much I promise to stop. I'll be gentle and I am sure you'll like it."

This man.

He really made everything, so much easier and simple.

"Do you want it? You need to be sure about this," he murmured, sympathy in his tone.

"Yes, I want it. I want it to be with you." She nodded eagerly, feeling her breathing becoming very irregular. Tilting her head, she looked up at him and saw his eyes darken with desire.

The next thing she was aware of was the fact that she wasn't sitting on the counter anymore. She was still wrapped around his body and neck, feeling him spin them around to walk in the direction of his bedroom. It was a little bit unexpected and fast, but it was better this way. She had lack of time to overthink it.

Besides, it was good that he was in charge, at least this night. It was about to become their first night.

They are actually going to do this.

Rick approached the king-sized bed slowly, until his knees were hitting the side of it. His forehead rested against hers, her eyes large and close, and his breath fanning across her lips.

Finally, when he gently let himself to press his knee against the mattress, Rick lowered her backwards on the bed, so she was lying flat and waiting. Beautiful. After positioning himself on top of her, he looked down at her glittering eyes and lowered his lips to her ear, whispering, "Say stop at any time, okay?" He met her eyes once more, and searched them. "Whenever you need." he told her, his tone quiet but firm.

Kate held his gaze and nodded with a silent promise to him.

With nimble fingers, he popped the dome of her jeans, and slid the zipper down. She stood quietly while he eased the denim down her legs, and helped her to take them off. The next thing he helped her was the sweatshirt. Pulling it over her head, he gave himself the permission to look down at her small breasts hidden beneath the material of the bra. It made him hold his breath at the beautiful sight of her so exposed and hot – it was new side of her that he had never seen until now. He knew she had an amazing body, he noticed numerous of times the length of her long and creamy legs when she was wearing yoga pants. But seeing her like that, ready and wanting, craving for him… it made him realize that he was staring for too long. "Wow, you are beautiful."

She swallowed thickly, watching as he bent his head closer to capture the line of her throat with his mouth. He nipped gently and then soothed the skin with soft kisses, moving to her collarbone. He was marking her. "I'll never intend to hurt you, Kate. No one will ever hurt you."

"Rick." She whispered, bringing up her hands to stroke the sides of his face. The next thing she was aware of was that he was going lower, lower…. And – fuck, his mouth landed on her right breast, peppering it with light kisses moving onto the other. Her hands were now slightly gripping on his brown and soft hair.

Pulling away from her chest, he unbuttoned his own shirt, throwing it on the floor. His fingertips moved up her inner thigh, skimming her skin, and she spread her legs a little wider, shivering slightly as he trailed ever higher. He knelt between her legs, and made contact with her through her panties, the pads of his fingers pressing the silky smooth material against her clit. She gasped and his face was so close, his lips sliding over hers. She sucked in a breath.

Teasing her through her panties, she moaned as each brush of his finger increased the pressure. And then, he suddenly stopped, tugging her panties down swiftly, leaving her exposed and bare in front of him. Her cheeks were burning from being fully naked, but the look on his face was telling her that – he liked the sight in front of him.

More than like, even.

Hearing the sound of a zipper, she realized that he was tugging off his own pants, standing in his boxers. She averted shy eyes down at him and noticed the formed bulge over the material, making her swallow hard. A quiet chuckle escaped his lips and then he bent down once again to capture her mouth. "Okay?" He moved a strand of hair behind her ear, watching her with anticipation.

"Yeah." She nodded, cautiously. "Condom?"

"Right," He quickly pulled himself away to search through the drawers of his nightstand, finding a pack of condoms. "I am all prepared."

She chuckled shyly at his silliness, but when he straightened up to pull off his boxers her eyes bugged out at the sight in front of her. He was big. Really big, fuck-

He smirked at her reaction, feeling a little pride fill his sternum. Placing the condom on him, he rolled on top of her, placing a hand between her tights to spread them slightly. The whole time he looked down at Kate who was beneath him, perceiving something new in her eyes. It was something like desire, worry, and nervousness mixed all at once.

Rick knew it was her first time and it must be something to be nervous and worry about, so he was determined to do everything he could to make her feel comfortable and good.

"Relax." He whispered into her ear and then more gently than she could have ever dreamed of, he slid into her, inch by inch, allowing her to adjust to him before pushing deeper. It was really strange sensation. She felt just a little burning friction and pain at her entrance, making her eyebrows knit together to suppress a whimper. Rick stilled inside of her, waiting patiently for her to open her eyes. When her eye lashes flipped open to glance at his blue ones, she bit on her lip and encouraged him to continue with a simple nod of her head.

He slid inside and out the half of his manhood in slow motions inside of her, noticing the way her nails were scraping the skin of his shoulders.

Kate didn't look down, though. She didn't want to see the proof of her defiling. Instead, she watched at him the whole time, his eyes, loving and lips parted. There was already little sweat formed on his forehead.

"Are you okay?" He breathed out in concern. Even though the pain burned as he filled her, with each stroke it started to get almost enjoyable. "Do you want to stop?"

Sweet, caring man.

Her head shook, sliding her hand down to touch his butt and make him fill her completely. "Don't stop, it's starting to – feel good." He let out a gasp of surprise by her unexpected move and pushed deeper, but not too deep. He was afraid to push any further than this, so he continued to move with slow, easy strokes, still giving her body time to adjust to the foreignness of it all. Moving inside her like a caress, his hands on her ribs just as gentle, while she guided his movements, and his speed.

"Oh, fuck-" She cursed in gasps and for a second there he worried if it was too painful, but when she hitched her legs up higher, opening herself up wider, so he continued to plug in and out. "This is so good…"

Rick choked out a laugh, his breath shaky, because yeah – it felt so damn good. She was so tight and wet; he was not going to last much longer. The bubble was going to burst soon, if she didn't stop moving her hips like this.

"Kate, I-"She was resting her hand against his neck, feeling his pulse thrum beneath her thumb. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer to push inside from another angle. The friction caused her back to arch, and her eyes to slam shut in pleasure. She was making sounds that normally she would be embarrassed about, but right now it felt too good to care at all. "I'm not going to - to last much longer."

She struggled to keep her eyes open and give him back that same intensity and amount of passion, but she just felt so much – it was so great. The best feeling she had ever experienced in her life. Thank, God that first experience was with Rick. She wasn't so sure it would be good if it was with another person. "Me too."

"Let go, Kate – don't hold back." She shifted her hips into his, pulling herself closer. Brushing her fingers down his jaw, she focused in on his face and his eyes and his mouth. She started rocking and thrusting her hips more forcefully and he took her hint, rocking shallowly with her. Her entire body shuddered as she swept her fingers across herself, desperate for release.

"Yes! Just right there - oh," Kate gasped as everything snapped, flooding through her. Fuck. It grew quickly, and hit her faster than she had expected. Kate shuddered beneath him, her mouth open with a loud moan as the orgasm swept through her.

He groaned after a few more thrusts, clutching at her as she started to come down, his hips stuttering before stilling. He breathed harshly, collapsing on top of her, pressing himself against her glittering with sweat body.

"Oh, my God, Kate that was-"

"-amazing." She cut him off, placing a trembling hand over his cheek, breathing in the scent of incredible sex.

"Yeah, we are definitely great at this." He said, earning a low giggle from her.

"We should do it more regularly then."

"I like the sound of it." He murmured in a husky voice, stroking her temple and rosy cheeks.

"Hey, Rick," She stroked the corner of his eye to make him meet her shining eyes. "Thank you."

"You don't need to thank me for this, Kate." A sweet, understanding smile formed on his lips. "I look forward to give you so much more than this."

Somehow his words always made her heart frequently thrum against her ribs.

"But, eh – now I'll," he gestured to the toilet with his thumb and down between their bodies. "I am gonna have to take care of this."

"Go." She smiled tiredly at him, watching through weary lashes as he headed towards the bathroom.

The best night of her life.

The French song I chose for this chapter is actually pretty nice. If you want to hear it you can check it out on youtube it's called "Julien dore - Paris". I am really saddened by the events in Paris on Friday 13th. :( If there are any French readers out here I want to tell you that I am praying hard for all of you and your families. I hope everything is okay and you are safe. Stay strong! You have my support from Bulgaria.

No matter the storm

There's always a rainbow

After the rain.

Aaaand... Finally a sex scene. What cha' think?