A set of interconnecting kiss based one shots set in the not so distant Caskett future.

It's a night she'll remember for as long as she lives, he told her so and he was right, breathing words of love over her as she quivered and broke apart and he followed her over the edge. He told her over and over and over again that they'd never forget this night. And he was right. Set during the golden hours between Always and After the Storm.

His eyes open to her. Flutter and close again. Mmmm. The fall of her hair soft where it trips over his skin, the whisper of her laughter a lingering melody in his ear. Her scent surrounding him. The press of her mouth. Warm. Familiar.

Post Cops and Robbers. Maybe it was his Mother sitting next to him on the cold Bank floor, it could be the knowledge that his daughter was waiting outside the entire time. Somehow he thinks it's more to do with the woman curled up on his couch like she belongs there...

Post Watershed. "Detective Beckett. I'm calling about a Richard Castle..." No, this can't be happening. He was supposed to be safe. Complete.