A/N: A lot of you wanted a continuation on Why do you think? so here you go, here's quite a longer sequel to the previous shot. ALSO, this is M-RATED!

There, you've been warned, go ahead and enjoy, Happy Easter y'all!


Kate was amazed by his beach house the second she sat foot here three hours ago. Her partner had showed her a tour of his property and she has to admit she can't wait till tomorrow when she can lay out by the pool and work on her tan. Especially when she knows he's going to be observing her.

"I'm going to make us some dinner, you want some wine?" Castle interrupts her thoughts and she puts away the book she'd brought.

"Yes please," she raises from the couch and follows him as he walks into the big kitchen.

"Here you go."

She accepts the red wine with a thanks and takes the first sip only to moan at the taste, not being prepared at the heavenly taste.

"You like it?" he asks with a smirk landing on his lips and she tries to scold her features.

"It's good." She walks to the windows to look out towards the beach while he starts cooking.

She takes another sip as she watches the waves sparkle in the moonlight. Some part of her can't really believe she's here, with him. She dumped Demming, they solved the case with the fake spies and now she's here. All alone with her favorite writer who also happens to be her annoying shadow and the best partner she'd ever had. Another sip makes it past her lips and down her throat before her teeth sink into her lower lip. She's here. She's really here. Her mind can't stop going to the things she secretly wants to happen. At the same time there's a part of her that wants to resist, wants to protect herself and her heart from hurting the way she hurt when her mom was taken from her.

"What are you thinking about?"

She jerks at the sudden sound of his voice but tries to play it off by moving her hand through her hair.

"So, now even my thoughts aren't private anymore huh?" she questions with a small tease hiding in her voice, her eyes finding his as he observes her.

"Oh," a smirk lands on his lips, "so they're private thoughts, got it."

She rolls her eyes, shaking her head as she looks away again. "Shut up." But once she knows he can't see it her lips pull up in a smile and she has to bite it down in order not to grin. After a few more minutes she takes another heavenly sip and feels her cheeks get a bit warm.

"You know, if you want to we can always take a dip in the ocean later," he suggests and she tries but fails to think about that.

Taking a dip in the ocean with him would definitely involve some touching and even though she wouldn't mind one bit it just… feels strange. And then she remembers what she suggested only a day ago and she has to bite her lip again in order to try and push down her inner rebel that would do it within a heartbeat. The reason it feels so strange must be because she's denied her all these thoughts for so long that it feels like they're completely taking over her mind right now. It's the only kind of thing she's been able to think about for the past two days, apart from the case that is.

She's lost in her thoughts again and next time he opens his mouth it's to announce that the dinner is done. When she sits down to eat she can't believe he's been able to be quiet for that long, but she's not focused on that issue for very long because the second the food gets on her tongue she's distracted by the taste. She really can't deny she's missed his cooking from the days when she had to stay over at his place during that Nikki Heat case.

"This was delicious, thanks Castle," she says once she's full and can't take another bite without bursting.

"Good, I hoped the silence meant you enjoyed it," he teases and she rolls her eyes despite the smile growing on her lips.

"Well, I've never tasted it before, what's it called?"

He chuckles and she furrows her forehead, wondering what's so funny. "It's called flying Jacob."

Her forehead wrinkles even more. "Flying Jacob?"

"Yeah, it's a Swedish dish. Apparently a man named Jacob created it or something, I found it once when I searched for new chicken recipes." Castle explains as Kate drinks the last of her wine.

Kate's mind starts racing again, without any warning, and she feels her cheeks blush at the thoughts. For some reason she was thinking about the poker game she halfway promised him. She raise up from her seat and puts everything of hers into the dishes while he takes his own parts before turning the leftovers into lunch boxes.

"So," he starts once everything is done, " what do you want to do?"

You. She bites her lip. "Are you up for some poker?"

She can practically hear the gulp he takes and tries not to grin at the knowledge she's getting to him with that simple sentence. God, they were a mess.

"Sure," he says as casually as he can. He offers more wine which she accepts before pouring a glass to himself, and then she follows him into the living room.

She takes a sip as she's observing him taking out a deck of cards.

"You wanna play for money, or clothing?" he asks and she smirks.


Sitting in only her bra, panties and leggings has her skin tingling with excitement. She should be cold, because no matter how hot the weather was during the day it was always colder during the evening, but she wasn't. She was actually kind of warm. Castle only had two items left, his boxers and his pants. She can see he's just as excited as she is, especially since he can't really hide his bulge. It's hard to focus on the game, knowing he wants her as much as she wants him. But the fact that he hasn't made a move makes her unsure of how focused he is, if he truly has that kind of self-control or if he's waiting for her to make a move.

"So, what's your next move?" she says in a teasing tone, has kept her tone teasing and lips in a smirk during the whole game.

That wine must've helped her confidence quite a bit, she makes a mental note to ask for the label later.

Kate observes his face the same way he's always been observing her, and is still observing her at this moment. Her cheeks turn warmer and she bites her lip, knowing full well he can see the blush burning her face. He clears his throat and she wants to laugh, wants to put down her cards and just say "screw this", but no matter how much she knows that's where this is going she can't yet get herself to do it. When they cross this line there is no going back. Then again, she dumped her boyfriend for him, because it killed her knowing he'd leave her if she didn't stop fooling herself, and him.

"I'll bet my pants," he interrupts her thoughts and starts pulling off the jeans, putting them at the top of the small mountain of clothes they have between them.

His boxers are a dark blue and she feels her breath hitch a bit at the sudden thought of being the one pulling them off, the way she knows his skin would twitch under her fingertips. Or her tongue.

She shrugs out of her mind, put down her cards in order to pull off her leggings, letting them join his pants in the pile. "I'm not folding that easily," she teases and sees his eyes roaming her body. Even though his sight isn't at all somehow magical she can still feel how his eyes are leaving a trail of fire along her skin.

He gulps before turning his gaze to his cards again. "Hmm, I'm thinking about going All-In," he emphasizes the poker-term while turning his eyes back on hers and she feels a chill go down her spine.

"Honestly," she says putting down her cards and pretending to stretch her back from the sitting down at the floor for too long. Before he can do or say anything else, his eyes big as they follow her every move, she crawls towards him to take his cards and putting them down as well. "I don't care anymore." She leans closer with her face in order to let her lips barely touch his.

There's no more encouragement needed because before she knows it his hands land on her hips and pulling her onto his as his mouth takes hers in a demanding demeanor she isn't used feeling from him. His fingers dig into her naked skin just above her panties and she can't help but start grinding onto him, her tongue seeking permission to enter his mouth. She can't believe how he's already got her panting, out of breath yet not willing to break away because fuck his taste is invasive and so damn enchanting and addictive and she never wants to stop. One of his hands gets adventurous and she feels it land on her buttcheek, squeezing to pull her closer, as if that was a possibility. His bulge is poking her in just the right way and she moans when his tongue swirls around hers in a dancing pattern.

Kate lets her fingers wander into his hair, feeling the thickness and softness of it makes her heart skip a beat. She can't believe she hasn't done this before, let down her guard like this, given in. It's what part of her brain had told her to do ever since his first offer after that first case. She loses her breath and has to pull away, which to her surprise results in his lips landing on her throat, kissing her pulsepoint driving her pulse crazy. One of her hands lands on his shoulder, massaging in a way she's never found herself doing on anyone else. It was almost like his lips and touches was possessing her own touches and moves. His tongue sticks out and licks her skin as he places wet kisses down her throat, her neck, and before she can question why he moves away she feels his breath blowing air onto the wet spots and it sends electric waves down her body straight to her core.

"Castle," she pants and feels his grin once his lips attaches to her neck once again.

He trails his lips down and she isn't aware of his hand at her back until he's unclasped her bra and his mouth takes one of her breasts in a sucking matter making her whimper at the feeling. On another note she's very much aware of the fingers trailing the hem of her panties, dipping inside without any warning and she loses her breath at the sudden connection of his fingers against her wet folds.

"Damnit Beckett," he groans and she wonders if he truly has no idea how much he's able to turn her on. If only he knew what his fictional representations of him and her having sex had done to her.

When he starts rubbing her she has to grab a hold of his hand to stop him, she's so damn close and she hasn't felt him inside her yet. She wants to feel him first, doesn't want her first time coming with him being due to riding his fingers. Lifting her body off of his she starts pulling at his dark blue boxers stating "off", and it doesn't take him a nano-second before he's helping her out of her own panties. Just as she's about to take him inside her he's holding her hips to stop her.

"Are you sure?" he asks and she feels her heart swoon at him. He's not planned on just using the situation they're in and taking her, he's making sure she truly wants this as much as he does, not just physically but mentally too. It makes her even more sure of the decision she made two days earlier.

"I'm sure, I want you. Just you," she reveals and after they've searched each other's eyes for a minute, both confirming this was something they both cherished and wanted, the two of them dives deep into each other. Touching, kissing, connecting. Turning each other into moaning messes as they reach their highs together and falls over.


"Hey, you want some sun lotion?" Castle asks and Kate squints her eyes in order to look at him walking towards her and she can't stop the smile from spreading on her lips.

"I think you covered it pretty well the first time," she says in a mocking tone and he chuckles.

"It was worth a try," he states and she laughs.

"Yeah, like all the other times you try."

"Can't blame a man from loving his wife," he shrugs his shoulders and she sits up in order to raise from the chair.

She closes the distance between them in order to lay her arms around his neck in a hug, his arms finding their own way around her body. She steps onto her toes and kisses his lips.

"Come on, let's make use of that pool, I'm burning," she says and he laughs, kisses her lips once more before the two of them races to the pool.


THE END