Chapter 26: Truth is

The songs that inspired this are:

Tank: "I can't make you love me" and Fantasia: "Truth Is".

I turned around to find him leaning towards me, his hands on either side of my body.

"You did, didn't you?" He asked again.

I pushed a piece of hair out of my face, blush creeping its way to my face once again, "Okay, yes." I admitted.

He smirked and pushed himself away from me once again, "Okay. That's all I needed to know." He winked and made his way to sit by Lucas to eat his sandwich.

I leaned against the doorframe watching him tuck Lucas in, placing his action figure by his side and kissing his forehead.

"Mama," Lucas glanced over at me and waved his arms in the air to get me to his side, "Papa said night-night. It's your turn!" He gave the famous Castle smile, showing his tiny teeth and waited for my kiss.

I sat down on the edge of his bed, placing my hand on Castle's leg, not noticing it immediately, and pushed strands of Lucas's hair off his forehead, leaning down to plant a kiss where no hair was. "I love you." I whispered.

"Mama?" Luke looked up with curious eyes.

"Yes, baby?" I continued to look down at him with a smile.

"Grandma said Mamas and Papas are 'posed to love each other. Do you and Papa love each other?" He whispered, moving his eyes to look at Castle, whose facial expression was pained.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair, "Luke, honey, you ask a lot of questions for a little kid. Go to bed. We'll talk about it tomorrow, okay?" I gave a small smile.

He nodded and turned under the covers, grasping his G.I Joe in the crook of his eyes and closed his eyes, fake snoring for a few minutes before opening his eyes to look at us.

Castle chuckled and gave a stern look, "Goodnight, Luke." He said, getting up and walking to the doorframe.

I followed behind him when Luke finally gave up and decided he was tired and done messing around.

Rick turned to the couch to retrieve his coat.

I walked my bedroom, waiting for him to come in.

"I'm going to get going, 'kay?" He knocked before entering my room.

I walked out with a mouth full of foam and toothbrush in between my teeth.

I signaled a stop motion before going to the sink to risk my mouth out and spit.

"What's wrong?" He asked when I walked in with sad eyes and wiped my mouth with a small towel.

I placed it on the counter and strolled to his side.

"Kate?" He watched my every move as I grabbed his hand.

"Rick, can we talk? Please?" I looked up with pleading eyes.

He nodded slowly, following me to the couch.

"What's going on?" He questioned, sitting by my side.

"What Lucas said in there," I started, twirling my thumbs.

"I understand. You don't feel that way. I understand. You were like that for four years before we got together." He said quickly.

His head dropped slightly, trying to act like he was okay with the fact that he hadn't heard me say those three words in almost three years.

I lifted his head slightly, "I may have my walls, Castle. But, I know you do, too. What I did with Josh hurt you. I know that rights now you're trying to act like you aren't in pain, but you are. I am so sorry, Rick," I scooted forward, "I'm sorry for everything I did. I'm so sorry." I leaned in and brushed my lips against his soft ones.

Another flashback from years ago came crawling back in.

"Coming!" He jogged to the door and opened it before laying his eyes on who was standing outside in his hallway.

"Castle, we need to talk." He looked right into my eyes and bit the inside of his cheek, he wasn't going to let me see that seeing me made him slightly better but at the same time killing him inside that I had the audacity to face him within less than six hours.

"Beckett, what do you want?" He continued to stare at me trying to hurry up this conversation so I could leave.

"You." I walked up to him and gave him a kiss, he could taste something strong when I shoved my tongue into his mouth, it was alcohol; I was drunk. He pulled away and pushed me off slightly.

"You need to leave," He turned me around and led me to the door. "You're drunk." I giggled and grabbed his hand.

"Ricky, don't be this way. I'm sorry I hid the fact that I knew you loved me for a year but, I have strong feelings for you. Please? Let's talk this through?" He took a moment to pause and think about it but, he knew damn well that he shouldn't sit down and 'talk this through'. He led me out to the hallway, called a cab and stepped out into the hallway with me.

"How did you get here, Beckett?" He asked letting the iciness of his tone sink in.

"I drove over here." I shrugged like it was nothing.

"Are you crazy?! You could've gotten into a car accident! I'm calling you a cab; I'll bring your car over tomorrow after work."

"You could let me stay the night?" I played with the top button of his dress shirt and he pulled my wrists off of him and placed it at my sides.

"No."

Déjà vu.

He pushed me back slightly, catching his breath.

"I can't just make you love me, Kate, especially if you don't love me because you can't make someone's heart feel something that it just won't." He sighed, breathing out the obvious painful sentence.

"Rick," I breathed, kissing him once more, "I'm terribly sorry. I shouldn't have done it." I begged.

"Kate, until you wait four years for someone, then go through the loss of thinking they're dead with your child, and when you finally get them back, they slip through your fingers for an ex-lover. You don't feel my pain!" His eyebrows knitted together, iciness in his voice.

"If you just give me a chance to prove myself, I can! Don't you remember the first time I told you I loved you or our first time or the dancing in the living room of your loft? You know that my memory is coming back and I'm remembering more and more each and every day, Rick. I can do this. You wanted those walls gone and they're gone and I'm vulnerable…. Just give me a chance." I lowered my voice slightly, my eyes not leaving his.

"You remember…" He finally realized that what I was saying was heartfelt and I didn't just pull all this out of my ass."

"Truth is I'm still in love with you, Rick. I never got over you. No matter how many memories were gone temporarily, my heart knew you were my one and done. Always." I repeated our one word that meant everything.

His lips crashed into mine, pushing me against the couch cushions with a needing force.

I ran my hands through his hair, feeling every inch and line of his face, moving his hair off his forehead like I did with Lucas not even an hour ago – LUCAS.

I pushed Rick off of me slightly, realizing we were making out on the couch and I couldn't horrify Luke with the sight of that.

"Bedroom?" He growled into my ear seductively.

I nodded, fixing my hair.

He scooped me into his arms wedding style and ran into the bedroom, kicking the door shut softly with the heel of his foot and placing me on the bed with his body hovering over my own.

"I love you." He mumbled into the crook of my neck, feathering small kisses on my collarbone.

I moaned into his hair, kissing the top and grasping harder, successfully gaining a groan from him.

"I love you, too." I whispered back.

I let my head fall back when he kneed my breast through the thin fabric of the dress shirt I had on.

He chuckled when he realized what I was wearing, pulling back and looking directly at it, "This is my old dress shirt. I gave it to you – well, you took it – when we were in Italy. I forgot about this old thing. How'd you save it?" He asked curiously, forgetting the dangerously heated moment we were sharing.

"I was wearing it when the plane crashed and cleaned it once they helped me. I always thought it was my lucky shirt." I muttered, embarrassment hinting through my voice.

He, again, laughed softly and kissed my lips, "That's cute," his hands wandered back to my breasts, "And incredibly sexy." He growled.

I moaned once again, letting my head fall back with pleasure.

"God, I've missed that sound."He groaned against my lips.

He unbuttoned my shirt agonizingly slow.

His eyes almost popping out of his sockets when seeing that I wasn't wearing a bra.

"No wonder –" He groan. "—You're such a tease." He growled once more.

"Oops," I giggled, tangling my hands in his hair as he leaned down to kiss the scar from the bullet and moved his head to suck on the pink peak of my left breast, "Oh, Rick." I whispered his name with pleasure.

Okay, guys, I know you probably hate me for the fact that I just stopped when it got to the good part. Cliffhangers /.\ mwahaha. Anyway, I wanted the Caskett shippers to see that they'd be okay and the fighting is done and over with... for now.

We will get some smut next chapter c: YAY. I haven't gotten to do much what with the plane crash, Josh and such. It's an M rated fanfic, so I feel the need to not only have cussing, suspense, etc. but have some good ole smutty scenes and chapters, too. If you all don't like that stuff, then I suggest skipping parts of chapter 27 because I'm not sure if the whole chapter will be smut or if only half will be. Leave a review telling me if you want an entire smut chapter or not.

Leave a review telling me if you like it, too :) Reviews make me happy and inspire new chapters ^.^

I'm a little sad that I only got like 3 reviews for the last chapter because I thought it was pretty good and all, but still. Oh well, new chapter, new reviews!

R: *comes out of bedroom, grabs chocolate syrup, glances over at me* O_O Oh, hai.

Omg. Castle, go back in the room *rolls eyes* Giving away parts of next chapter.

R: *Runs into room quickly*

-.- Welp, now you all know that next chapter (the smut scenes) will possibly have a chocolate syrup scene ;) ENJOY THE WAIT lolololol. \m/ Review, please!