AN: The next two chapters are M territory, just a warning.

Chapter 38

He crawled above her, and she spread her legs apart for him, he aligned himself at her entrance, and slowly, yet with sweet urgency, he entered her, her nails pierced into his shoulder blades, she fought to keep her eyes open, to watch his face, his beautiful sharp features and how they mirrored his pleasure.

"You're so tight Kate... so warm"

"I've missed you… so much" she admitted, and he began moving within her, causing her to let out a string of words of affection for him, he was sure he heard her admission of love for him too, and it filled him with love, made him want to keep giving her more pleasure, he began sucking at her neck, she writhed under him, she was losing all control as he kept meeting her hips thrust for thrust

Their skin slapped against each other, his chest could feel her breasts pressed against him, her hard nipples like pebbles against his skin, he drove harder and faster into her, and bit down on her neck to heighten her pleasure, she reached down under his arms and wound her arms around his waist, and they moved lower to grab his perfect rear, she squeezed and pulled him in harder

Their moans echoed off the walls of his bedroom, getting louder as they both neared the end together. They came loud, and hard, he emptied himself into her completely, and she smiled when she felt the warmth of him flowing in her, he lay spent above her, resting his head between her breasts, she could feel his breath warming her skin, she let her fingers play in his hair as they both tried to catch their breath.

"I think I could do with that drink now" she said

And it made him laugh.

He got off her and came to lie at her side, she snuggled closer into his side and he kissed her head, placing soft kisses in her hair

"You're even more amazing than I remember" he said

"What? You've been practicing or something this past year?" he joked.

But she stiffened in his arms, and he realized he had said the wrong thing.

"Alex…"

"No, wait, I was only..."

"Alex, I may have been lonely, and hurt and really upset, but I was never with anyone the entire time you were away, I'd never cheat on you that way"

"He caressed her face "O Kate, I didn't mean that, it was just a joke, maybe I phrased it wrong. Let me try again."

She smiled

"Have you been playing with yourself while I was away?"

She chuckled "ewww... you're a writer, you could come up with something better"

"Forgive me, I'm in post coital bliss, my writer brain will take time to start working again" she chuckled and the snuggled even closer to him, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. Ad she whispered there.

"But honestly Alex, I couldn't even think of being with anyone else, you may have disappeared, but you hadn't broken up with me, and I'd been hoping the entire time you'd come back. That last night with you, I kept that in my heart and prayed that that night was more to you than just sex, that that night would bring you back to me."

He kissed her head "every time with you is never just sex Kate, its love... I love you, always have, always will…"

She smiled. "I love you too Alex… Rick..."

"Hmm... I like that"

"You don't mind me calling you Rick?"

"I like it. It's like our secret" his eyes sparkled with mischief

"Rick" she said his name, trying it out, and then she looked up at him

"Rick Castle, I'm in love with Rick Castle, famous romance novelist"

"you're naked with him, in his bed" he said, wiggling his eyebrows and Kate noticed even though he was trying so hard to keep his eyes open, he was falling asleep, tired after their little over heated activity

"Lucky me"

"wrong, lucky me" he said as he allowed himself to fall asleep, thinking he'll be off for just a few minutes and then he'll be up and ready to make love to her again.

It wasn't Kate's plan to stay the night, she had planned on going home after maybe two sessions with him tonight, but when she watched him fall asleep, she couldn't get her eyes off him, how at rest he seemed, she seemed to be glued there beside him, she watched how his chest rose and fell with every breath, she ran her fingers through his hair, and smiled.

They were both lucky. They had found their lost love again.

She had eventually fallen asleep in his arms too, and when she opened her eyes again, he wasn't near her. She sat up with a start. Where had he gone? She looked around the room, wherever he had gone, he had made sure to cover her up so that she wouldn't get cold. She ran her hand down her face and looked at his bedside alarm clock.

It was 2 am in the morning. She wondered where he was, the bathroom door was open, so he surely wasn't in there. She got out of bed, and that's when she heard it, it was a faint sound but in the silence of the night, it echoed through the stillness.

She could hear the soft taps of the pads of his fingers hitting the keys of his laptop. It made her smile. She shook her head, only he would be up at 2 am in the morning, writing. And it seemed, whatever had inspired him, had really done a great job. He was typing endlessly, not a break in between. She could hear the quick taps of his spacebar between words and tried to count how many words a minute he was actually putting down.

She bit down on her lip, wondering if he drew inspiration from their little activities earlier tonight. It urged something in her that made her get out of bed, out from under those soft comfy covers he had laid upon her. She stood in all her nakedness, a new found confidence led her ahead towards the door, a devious plan in mind, to maybe inspire him some more.

She stood at the door, and when her eyes found him, sitting in the dark study, with only the light of the laptops screen shining on his face. He hadn't seen her there yet, and so she took that moment to watch him, in his element, to watch him write.

He sat at his desk wearing nothing but his boxers, and he looked ravishing. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she recalled everything they had done tonight, how his body and hers had so easily fit together, effortlessly they had connected, become one again. She found that she was highly aroused again, her wetness pooling again between her legs, just from watching him write, sitting in his throne, wearing minimal clothing, she found her hand wandering up her waist to touch her breasts, her eyes trained on him as she touched herself

"Rick…"she whispered his writer name, because honestly, she found all of this so hot, the way he owned his words as he typed, he looked so focused, so into it, and she knew for a fact he was writing her.

He heard the soft whisper of his name, and he guessed Kate must have woken up, without looking away from the screen, he spoke

"Kate, I'm sorry, I just needed to get a few words down, go back to bed, I'll be right there with you" he said

"there's no need for that" she said, and he realized her voice was closer now, so he looked away from the screen, only to find Kate Beckett, the love of his life, walking towards him, wearing nothing but a shy smile, her nude form doing this hot sexy walk to him, and he couldn't help it when his gaze lowered to her beautiful breasts, the ones he had not so long ago savored and fondled and played with as he had brought her to the edge.

His eyes traveled down her long legs, those never ending gorgeous, strong legs that had wrapped around him so perfectly and cradled his hips as he had drove into her so hard as he came inside her.

Alex Rogers was already sporting a hard on from what he had been writing this past hour, he never thought he could get more aroused. Only, he could. All it took was naked Kate Beckett, with all her eye sex and hotness to come walking over to him in the dead of the night with a longing in her eyes and in her body language.