Ok, you asked for it. Enjoy, you dirty perverts.

It took a few moments to get her bearings. Though not an unpleasant way to wake up, she was completely disoriented, dizzy and overwhelmed by a sensory overload. It seemed like everything was working over-time in her body – her heart, lungs and – well, a lot of other things, too.

She felt as if she was split in two. Half of her was on fire, the other completely spent and stared, totally at peace.

She wasn't where she thought she'd been. Right. She was in bed. Castle's bed.

And he was looking down at her with a slightly dazed but somehow self-satisfied smile and she knew she must have said his name. The dream had been so intense, it had manifested itself physically.

Beckett took a deep breath and smiled mistily. "Hi," she replied.

"Good dream?"

Beckett bit her lip coyly. She could be embarrassed, or defensive – or just feign disgust at his smugness but... what was the point? She was done hiding the effect he had on her – in fact, him knowing was even more fun.

"Great dream," she sighed.

"Oh?" He leaned back on his elbow beside her.

"Hmm," she replied.

"Do tell."

"Well," she inhaled as she softly stroked his back, "it involved you, me and bubbles. Lots of bubbles."

He raised his eyebrows in delight.

"You want me to run you a bath, bring fantasy into reality? You just made one of my dreams come true.""

"Actually, do you mind just... holding me for a while?" She was still kind of wiped out, having just woken up - and that orgasm had probably contributed, too.

"No, no, of course not," he said, pulling her close.

Beckett could tell how hard it was for him to respect her wishes – literally; she could feel it through his boxes. She narrowed her eyebrows. "Castle?"

"Mm?" he breathed into her neck.

"Weren't you naked last night?"

"I went up to get something to drink."

"Oh," she nodded.

They lay in silence for a moment.

"I meant it,"she said finally.

"What?"

She took a deep breath. "what I said – well, screamed would probably be more accurate."

"Oh, I didn't think you knew I heard you."

"Well, I was pretty loud – and also, awake for that part."

"Oh," said Castle.

"it's not exactly how I planned to say it."

"Well, I for one quite enjoyed it."

"Oh, big surprise."

He grinned.

"So," she said, her fingers crawling down his chest, "maybe we should do somethin' about that little boxers issue."

"Oh," he breathed unevenly, "well, uh," he gulped, "first of all... little?"

She bit her lip again in amusement. "They're stretchy," she said as she slipped said boxers off his legs.

"Touche," he grunted. "Secondly," he swallowed as she took hold of his pumping erection, "you're ready so soon? I mean you seemed - "

"Castle, you've seen me come twelve times in a row withhout missing a beat."

He couldn't help looking a little smug again as he smiled at the memory – well, memories if you counted that other time...

"Yes, I admit I needed a few moments this time, but I did just wake up."

"Didn't stop you in the past - "

"It was the combination," she cut him off. "But that's one of the many benefits of being a woman," she whispered against his earlobe, "quick recovery time."

He reached in between her legs to find her still absolutely dripping from her climax. They both groaned at the sensation.

"Mm, that being said," she breathed, "I'm still coming down, so could you take it a little easy on me?"

He smiled back at her lovingly. "Of course," he said, entering her gently from the side as they manoeuvred their legs around one another.

He nuzzled her neck, one hand caressing her rear. She unconsciously arched to push back into that hand. She enjoyed the feel of his back muscles against her fingertips, his belly against hers, her breasts against his chest. They were surrounding each other and it was blissful. Then his mouth covered hers in a gentle caress. He was being gentle with his tongue, tracing the shape of her lips without entrance, pressing lightly against them. He was moving inside her though, a slight, barely there motion that gently rocked them, a sweet soothing feeling...like they could stay like this forever.

So Beckett mirrored him, reciprocating with soft kisses, keeping his languid pace. Her own body was pretty relaxed. There was an intimacy to this, a physical connection without urgency, only smiling kisses and unashamedly sappy, adoring gazes as she stared into those big, blue eyes.

She buried her face against his shoulder. He cupped her face in his hand, not forcing her, rather encouraging her, to keep looking at him.

"I love you, too."

His hand had moved, was now stroking her hair. He moved inside her again, and her body followed his subtle withdrawal, clinging to him. He smiled against her hair and slid back to where he'd been.

He kissed her before she could respond, deeper now, his tongue sliding into her eager mouth.

They kissed for a while; she wasn't sure how long. Sweet and slow, fierce and fast.

It was like some sort of explosive. It started with a tiny spark, that made it's way down the wire, rapidly moving closer and closer until it found it's destination and -

Fireworks.