"How's your food?" Castle asked his wife.

"Good, though not as familiar as the Model T," Beckett replied with a smile.

"Is it a disappointment?" Castle said.

"No, it's more I'm trying not to let my memories overwhelm me," Beckett said as she had spoken in Irish.

Castle nodded to show his agreement before they turned back to their food, eating dinner that evening at the Buckeye Roadside. They had left the West Oaks home reluctantly so they could return to their hotel room for the night. Thinking of the house he asked his wife, "We're never going to stay at the St. Francis again are we?"

Finishing eating her salmon, Beckett took a sip of wine before she said, "We could for a night here and there but… to be honest I'd prefer staying in Mill Valley."

"Me too," Castle said in agreement. They'd finished their food and he asked her, "Dessert?" He wasn't surprised when she shook her head; knowing she wanted to go back to the room so she could read the diaries. He thought of something and was about to ask her about the books she'd brought with them when he had to quickly pay as their waitress had come to the table.

After they left the restaurant Beckett watched as her husband was driving them back into San Francisco. She smiled as she watched the Golden Gate Bridge and then looked at her husband before they were at the toll booth. Once they were at Union Square a little bit after that she waited to say anything to her husband before they were inside their room again. "I'd like-" she started to say.

"Wait," Castle interrupted her. "Would you mind if I ordered drinks up for us?"

"No," Beckett said. "Irish coffee."

Castle leaned over and kissed his wife in reaction to that before he told her, "You can read my mind."

"Of course I can," Beckett replied with a smile. They kissed a second time before she went to the bedroom while he was picking up the room's phone. Her husband had brought the box in for her and placed it on the table in between the two armchairs by the door to the living room. She pulled out a diary but paused, looking back at her husband who was hanging up the phone.

"It'll be here in about fifteen minutes; the bar must be busy," Castle said as he walked into the bedroom. "What's wrong?" he said, noticing her expression.

"The names; all of our names. Except for my mother they're the same," Beckett said.

"I know," Castle said. "It's bizarre how that worked out but…" He then took his wife's hand and said, "Remember you told me what happened when your parents named you?"

"I know," Beckett replied. "But you never told me about when your mother named you."

"Yeah, she was going to call me Henry Alexander," Castle replied. "And was about to tell the… whoever was there to get the names when she decided Richard was better."

"Just like that?" Beckett asked.

"Just like that," Castle said. "I know you don't like the idea, but it's happened outside our family before." When his wife looked at him with a frown he explained, "Bobby Mackey?"

"Right," Beckett said as she recalled the owner of the club in Kentucky Ghost Adventures had done a lockdown in a few times and the story of the man's mother changing his name suddenly after he'd been born. "What reason do we have though?"

"To know who we were," Castle said firmly. "I know you might be kind of doubtful, but really, it makes it feel more realistic doesn't it?"

"It does," Beckett admitted before her husband was kissing her gently. When they parted, she murmured, "We'll have to tell them tomorrow."

"We will," Castle said. "They'll love what their middle names were. Charlotte, Cassia, Penelope and Marguerite."

"My mother's name," Beckett murmured. She then realized something and said, "It's weird we didn't realize that when you were telling me about Josie being born."

"True," Castle replied. "But we'll definitely tell them tomorrow."

Nodding her head Beckett brushed her lips to her husband's before she said, "I'll start with this one, but we need to wait for the coffees."

"That would be nice, but where should we read them?" Castle asked her.

"On the lounge," Beckett said, glancing out to the other room. She then walked into the living room and went to the lounge before looking at her husband. Seeing him bringing the box she smiled and said, "Sorry."

"It's okay, you didn't tell me where you wanted them," Castle said. "And it's not that heavy." He waited for her to sit before he was sitting at her side and he took her hand to speak to her before there was a knock on the door.

Beckett couldn't help smiling at her husband's annoyed huff of air before he got up and she moved to sit on the edge of the chez lounge. She smiled again at the employee who walked into the room; the same man who had brought their dinner the night before and their breakfast that morning. Once he'd left, she took her drink and she and her husband tapped their cups together.

"Do you want to sit again?" Castle asked her. At her quick nod he took her cup back and watched her getting onto the chez lounge before he was handing her drink to her. When he was sitting down, he realized something and said, "I'll take that when you want me to."

"You should just bring the table over here," Beckett said, nodding to the small one near them. Once he had placed it at a convenient spot for them, she was giving him her glass after another sip and then opened her diary. "My first one," she told her husband.

"Yes," Castle replied with a smile as he could see her childish handwriting inside. He then settled back for her to read the first entry to him, having a feeling that she wanted to read that for him.

"December twenty-sixth," Beckett started with. "1912." She looked up at her husband and smiled before she continued as he was holding her free hand firmly.

I have found this book, left over from the school year and I have decided to make it my diary since I didn't get one for Christmas yesterday. I have so much I think and do that I want to write it down to remember everything and that is what I shall do. My friends at school have all named their diaries and since this is Christmas still, I will call you Christie.

"Interesting choice," Castle said as he was giving his wife her cup back so she could drink again.

"It's simple," Beckett said with a smile, handing the glass to him. Once he had set it down and was looking at her, she started to read again, a new paragraph still on the front page.

I should tell you who I am, so you know all about me. My name is Katherine Pearl McDevitt. I'm twelve years old and will be thirteen next year. I live in the beautiful, wonderous city of San Francisco in the state of California. I have a father and mother; their names are James and Norah McDevitt. I also have two siblings, a brother who is James too, but we have always called him Junior (I should say that Da and Ma have called him that since he's a year older than us). My other sibling is my twin sister, Rose Violet. We both look very much alike though we aren't identical, I'm a little bit taller than my sister and she has bright green eyes (from our father's mother he always tells her). We are all of us close, but there is one more person in our family.

"Is that the end of the paragraph?" Castle asked her in surprise.

Beckett nodded and drank a little more of the Irish coffee before she gave him the cup and said, "I did need to explain things, didn't I?" When her husband brought her hand up to his lips she couldn't help laughing softly before she leaned over, and they kissed lovingly before she sat back to read once more.

There's one more in our family and that's Ricky O'Shea. He's my da and ma's ward, they care for him as he hasn't got anyone but us. He and I ran into each other after the earthquake six years ago outside of Golden Gate Park. Junior and Rosie came up to me as I was standing with him and Junior got him to come to our tent we had. And Ma and Da were so kind taking him in. He was hurt and very dirty but Da helped him and when he came back, he looked like a very nice boy. His eyes are blue as well, but they're far more… vivid (I looked into the dictionary that Da gave to all of us for our compositions). He's one of Junior's best friends and they are as thick as thieves as Da likes to say. But he is very nice to me and Rosie, and our friend as well.

"I end the entry by writing I need to help my mom," Beckett said. She let her husband take the book, watching him flip through it to the end and said, "What-"

"Just seeing where you ended," Castle said. "December fifteenth the next year," he told her.

Smiling Beckett said, "I had a gap there since I was still hoping for a diary for Christmas.

"You got it, since you told your mother what you wanted," Castle said. "You forgot to say the year before."

"I thought Santa Claus would bring it for me," Beckett said.

Castle couldn't help smiling and he kissed her briefly before saying, "Want me to get the next one?"

"No, I'll need to," Beckett said before she gave her husband her empty cup. Once he'd gotten up, she moved as well to go to the box, looking around at the different books there before she was pulling out one. "Okay," she said with a smile as he was standing next to her and watching her.

Going back to the chair with her Castle said, "How many will you read tonight?" He was startled when she suddenly stopped and turned to him and said, "I mean… we don't need to really worry about getting rest…"

"I don't care about rest," Beckett told him firmly. "But I need to read these for you," she said.

"Please," Castle said, thinking she would move to sit but she was instead moving to the box and he hurried to her as he knew she was going to grab the ones she wanted to read. "Do you want to take these back home?" he asked her as they walked back to the chair. He set the diaries on the table while she was getting settled and he then sat down on the edge next to her again.

"This entry is from September sixteenth in 1918," Beckett told him. She smiled when he lowered the book so he could see inside and said, "I was eighteen, so my writing was a lot better."

"It was," Castle said. "I just wanted to see, go ahead."

Beckett turned her attention to the book and read, "I write-"

"Wait, sorry, did you stop calling it Christie?" Castle asked.

"I did, when I was sixteen," Beckett said. "The diary I started that year I stopped."

"Okay, go ahead," Castle told her. "If you want."

Smiling at her husband as he'd added the last in a rush Beckett said, "Thank you," before she was returning to her entry.

I write this with a sense of agony and delight, we've just had a telegram about Rick; he's alive! Junior's guess was right, he was in what they're calling the second battle of the Somme, but he survived. Now my agony, poor, poor Rick was injured. How we do not know. But the telegraph did say they would give us more news later and it drives me mad, I want to know now how badly he is hurt! Junior did say that he would try to find out what he could, but we may not know unless we hear from Rick ourselves.

I was the one to open the door to the telegraph boy and I nearly swooned as I knew what he was there for and at first, I thought Rick had been killed. Luckily Rosie was there too, and she took the message but I was the one to read it. Ma was heartbroken as well, but she said we must prepare to care for our solider once he's home and I agree. I'm lucky to be volunteering at the hospital, I should see him there.

"It's a short entry," Beckett told her husband as she stopped there. "I think I went with my mom and twin to get… medical supplies. She was serious about taking care of you. And I was too."

"I know, you definitely took care of me," Castle commented. He smiled and then said, "What next?"

Beckett was laughing softly before she turned her attention to the next diary, and she went through it until stopping at one page towards the middle.

"Are you okay?" Castle asked, watching her.

"I am, sorry," Beckett said, shaking herself. "I have two entries here."

"I'm fine with that," Castle said quickly.

Beckett smiled at her husband before she was leaning over and they shared another kiss before she paused and said, "Would you sit with me?"

"Sure," Castle said, knowing already what she wanted to do. They were getting off the chez lounge before he sat on it and took his wife onto his lap before holding her tightly as she was continuing.

"This one is December twelfth in 1926," Beckett said, watching her husband for his reaction.

"When?" Castle asked.

Smiling at his wording, Beckett told him, "At night, after I'd gotten Julia to bed."

"I was looking at the ring I'd bought for you," Castle told her. When his wife pressed her lips to his temple, he cupped her cheek gently and they began to kiss. Once they parted, he smiled at her and said, "Read for me love, I'd love to see what you had to say right before I proposed."

Though she wanted to do the same, Beckett shared a kiss with him before she looked down to the page and began to read out loud.
It's been five days since I wrote here last but there has been so much that has occurred it's amazing I was able to really catch my breath. First is the most horrible news, Junior was murdered and outside the club after a wonderful party. Rick was the one to investigate and I helped him, not wanting to let go of the opportunity I had to see him again.

I won't tell the entire case here as I won't waste my breath on Junior's murderers, only it was our bodyguards and a moll from a rival club. Their stupidity in getting the Blue Bay cost me my brother and I refuse to waste my time on more than that. I will miss Junior always, but I know he would tell me to continue with my life and make sure his little niece Julia is happy which I will always do.

There was some joy in all of that and it is the fact that Rick and I spent a night together in a hotel in Daly City. No chaperone and nothing to stop us from telling one another we were in love. Yes! Yes, my dear diary Rick has said that he loves me. He loves me and he has for so long. I told him I did as well and for ages and we kissed. My very first kiss that I wanted to be from Rick so desperately and it was. I felt such elation when his lips touched mine. He held me close against him and I realized I could never do without his hold again. But there was so much more…

"You stopped there?" Castle asked her.

Shaking her head Beckett said, "No, but… I do have more to read."

"That's fine," Castle said quickly as he knew immediately what she may have written.

Beckett pressed nearer to her husband before he was holding her close and she then started the first sentence saying, "This is a secret that I am telling no one else but you, not even my family knows what has happened."

Rick and I have lain together as a husband and wife do in their marriage bed and I am no longer a maiden. I am proud of that fact and more than rapturous at the idea that Rick has made me a woman. I could swoon thinking of his body, which I saw as we didn't turn off the lights in the room, his cock which slid into my cunny. It was uncomfortable at first but what that book called a hymen was nowhere to be felt and I soon became used to him. His movements were a delight and I began to learn what I could do with him then. Oh… I forget already, before we began Rick was bowing his head and then kissing and licking and sucking at my cunny, all over it until I was near perishing from joy.

I will admit I did the same to him with his cock, the first I have ever seen or touched, and it was both silk to my fingers and rigid in my mouth. Yes, I did put him there and I then moved my mouth as he instructed me would be best. I wasn't very good, but I will do much better. I'm just relieved I didn't cough with his seed spilling into my mouth as I allowed that as well. I'll do that again, learn to hold everything in my mouth so I can pleasure Rick as much as he did so to me.

"Fuck Kate," Castle breathed to his wife as he bowed his head to rest against hers.

"I was incredibly inexperienced," Beckett said.

"Yes, but this might explain why you were so uninhibited," Castle said.

"I wouldn't say it was the diary," Beckett told him in amusement. She kissed him sensuously before they were slowly parting and then said, "It was you, both of us together."

Castle pretended to think that over before his wife was lightly pinching his side and he laughed saying, "It was but you were very open about everything."

"Because I loved it so much," Beckett replied easily. "Keep going?" she asked him. When he nodded, she was reading again, feeling him holding her close as she was continuing.

And once we both reached… it was an explosion of joy that I cannot describe any better than that, I felt his seed enter me. We were husband and wife and though he wants us to court I am torn. Would I want to carry his child now before I have become his wife? Or do I give into the wonderful delight of knowing we may have a family together?

I do not know but I will never find any satisfaction until I find my lover is my husband and I become Mrs. O'Shea.

"Don't say it," Castle murmured against the side of his wife's head. "You didn't need to take my name now."

"I know, but I can remember how much I loved being called that," Beckett said, turning her head. "There's one more," she told him.

"Sure," Castle said, looking down as she was turning the page and stopping there. He knew already it was going to be from the night of the thirteenth of December that same year and he waited eagerly to hear what she would say as she started to read.

It has happened, oh my dear journal, all my dreams I have had since I was a young girl have come true. Rick has proposed to me and I said yes as soon as he had asked. He wishes to become Julia's da and he will once we are married… which will be tomorrow. It is happening so quickly, but I don't care, I love him, and I always have, we will have a good marriage. A wonderful marriage.

I should relate how exactly he proposed, it was so romantic. He took Julia and I on a picnic in Golden Gate Park and we ate before he was kneeling in front of me, proposing to me and asking me to share his life with him. I will, always I'll swear to him tomorrow.

We marry tomorrow in City Hall before we leave for our honeymoon though I'm not very sure where we will go. It won't really matter though; Rick will be my husband and I his wife and we will lay with one another. I may carry his child soon and I cannot wait for that.

"There are some blots of ink here," Beckett told her husband. "I write, I must go, Ma and Rosie are imploring me to rest, they say I mustn't be fatigued at my own wedding tomorrow. And then I went to sleep."

"What about the next entry?" Castle asked her.

"It was a few days later," Beckett replied. "I have one more entry," she told him.

"Alright," Castle said eagerly.

Beckett couldn't help laughing again before she told him, "It's September fourth, 1927." She smiled when her husband was nodding knowingly, and they were kissing again before she started to read again.

I have not written in this past week as it finally has happened, our baby has been born. She is a girl, a perfect, tiny little baby once I held her in my arms and I was reminded of Julia when I first held her. Though I find she is fascinating as she is mine and Rick's.

Labor was a bit rough as I'd feared, but Rick joined me in the room though men aren't allowed with their wives. He held my hand and mopped my brow with cool water which I desperately needed. He spoke loving words and I could never have married a man more a gentleman than he is. I am very content; he is the cat's meow and all mine.

It took some time for our baby girl to be born but she was soon with us both and we named her Elizabeth Cassia. Cassia is a beautiful name, but I just worry my love doesn't mind since it was his mother's middle name as well. But he is very pleased at being a father to a baby of our own creation, and while Elizabeth is different in that way I see no difference in his smiles to her and our Julia.

The newly made big sister is happy as well, Julia was fascinated with Elizabeth and held her very gently and carefully. And it's obvious to everyone my little girl is happy and so am I. I have my own family now and I know that Ma is pleased with her second grandchild.

I am out of bed now though still very sore and missing Rick fiercely. Though I know we risk another child so soon after Elizabeth, Rick does have items called condoms (I prefer calling them French letters) he said will protect me from his seed. But they are something I don't want to have to really have him wear for very long. I want another child… perhaps a third, four children would be a perfect number. But I must give my attention to Elizabeth, the little one is greedy for her mother and I am just as desirous of her sweetly settled into my arms.

I need to stop writing; my husband has stepped into our bedroom with our youngest daughter in her arms. His eyes are gentle as they stare at me and until we can be together again, we will kiss until we are breathless and full of joy for one another.

"Poetic," Castle said, smiling as she was doing the same.

"If you let me write with you then I think I was," Beckett told him.

"You were," Castle said. "But it was because you loved all of us… deeply." When she bit her lower lip, he gently tilted her head up to look at him before he leaned up to her. They kissed gently and when they slowly parted he told her, "I love you."

"I love you too Rick," Beckett replied before they were kissing yet again and doing so roughly. She had her diary on her lap and wanted to get it out of the way, but her husband was insistent on tangling their tongues. Finally, they were slowly parting, and she murmured to him gently before he jerked back slightly to look at her. She was about to speak again when he stopped her before telling her his answer as they got up.

"You really don't need to do anything special for me," Castle was telling her.

"It's not," Beckett replied. "And I want to."

"For me," Castle said.

"Yes, but you do realize I'll get something out of it myself," Beckett said. When he hesitated for a moment but then nodded, she smiled and said, "It's a little weird you hesitate."

"I don't want this to be about me," Castle said as he got off the chair then. He saw the expressions crossing her face before he took her hand and brought it up to his lips to kiss the inside of her wrist.

"Sometimes you seem a little too good to be true," Beckett said. "But since you're serious then I'll tell you this; I want to do this."

"Go ahead, I'll wait here… I have to put the cups outside," Castle said quickly as he was looking around the room.

"I won't be that long," Beckett said in amusement.

Castle watched his wife walking to the bedroom before she disappeared inside and he turned his attention to the glasses their drinks had been in. Once he had them in the hall he was closing and locking the door before he heard his wife calling his name. Whirling around he saw she was standing just outside the doorway and he said, "I can see why you wanted to change."

"So this is okay?" Beckett asked him teasingly as he was walking quickly to her.

"More than okay, you look amazing," Castle said, wrapping his arms around her. He kissed her gently on the lips before he let her go and played with the sash of her dress that she had worn for him the night before.

"Not yet love," Beckett said as she watched him. "Come inside," she said, pulling him by his hands into the room.

Following her, Castle paused to close the door with his foot, and he said, "What do you have in mind love?"

"I'd like to…" Beckett told him slowly before trailing off. She glanced at her husband and seeing his encouraging look she smiled and said, "I'd like to not recreate our first night together but-"

"Doing the same things we did?" Castle interrupted. When his wife nodded, he slipped his hands from hers and kissed her passionately, holding her tightly against his body. They were roughly dueling in her mouth with their tongues and he knew he was never going to get enough of her that night. "Kate," he breathed when they parted.

"You can fuck me after, but I want to feel you making love to me," Beckett told him, smiling with slightly swollen lips by then.

"You could tell?" Castle asked in slight surprise.

"I can feel your cock love," Beckett said simply, watching her husband bowing slightly at his shudder of joy. When he straightened back up, she told him, "Kiss me again."

Castle's reaction was to immediately grab her and pull her up against his chest before they were kissing hungrily for a second time. While they were doing that, he was doing his best to run his hand around her back and ass through her wrap dress and he easily discerned she was naked underneath the fabric. It made his length throb hard a few times before he had to distract himself and pulled back from her to gasp for air. "I have to… let me see love," he told her.

Beckett took his hand and pulled him with her to the desk next to the TV and its stand before she got on it. With him watching she carefully tugged at the knot of her sash before she was able to pull the lapels of the top of the dress apart until her breasts were exposed to him. She gazed at him while he was staring at her and she said, "What are you seeing right now Rick?"

"Now, I'm seeing you right this second and I want you desperately," Castle said as he reached up to the sleeves and pushed them off her shoulders. He was ecstatic when she took them off her arms then, watching her push the top of her dress down to her waist. He was nearly drooling as she leaned back on her hands telling her, "You're…"

"I'm not really sure how much clearer I can make it," Beckett said simply though her voice was becoming strained. She let out a gasp as her husband reached down to her breasts, cupping them gently at first before he told her to sit up straight. Once she had done so she bit her lower lip as he was rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. She moaned joyfully when he soon rubbed around the firm nubs and she could feel her sex aching as he wasn't stopping.

Hearing his wife moaning out his name, Castle looked into her eyes and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"Anything," Beckett begged him before he was suddenly picking her up off the desk to her gasp. As he set her down next to the bed a short time later, she wasn't surprised when he was tugging hard at her sash and untying it fully before her dress drifted to the floor. Naked, she wanted to tell him to undress when he was taking her hands and kissing wildly over them.

"Watch me," Castle told her simply.

Biting at her lower lip, Beckett said, "Okay," before she got onto the already turned down bed. She propped herself up quickly with the pillows and looked on while her husband was undressing, not surprised when he wasn't racing or going extremely slowly. When he had finished, she remained where she was, waiting for him to join her on the bed before she grabbed his arm and pulled him to her. "You didn't finish," she told him before they were kissing one another passionately. She didn't mind he was doing that instead, responding to him eagerly before they were eventually parting from a second kiss. She was about to speak when he brushed his lips against hers before they were kissing for a third time. It was a sensuous one and when they had parted, she whispered, "I love when you do that."

"Me too," Castle replied, nuzzling his lips against hers once he'd spoken. When they parted, he then told her, "But I have a lot more I want to do."

"Please," Beckett breathed to her before her husband was kissing around her neck. She sighed as he was being very gentle, and she looked down while he went to her chest. Her eyes rolled back as he was brushing his lips over her breasts, again going slowly and gently, before he was nuzzling first her right nipple and then the left. "Rick…" she began before her husband took the nub into his mouth.

While he was suckling at her carefully, Castle could feel his wife shifting underneath him and he couldn't help feeling a sense of pride at affecting her in that way. He worked over both nipples until he was sure he'd stimulated her more than enough and pulled away to look into her eyes. Seeing her breathing a little hard, he leaned down and kissed her on the lips lovingly to get her attention. "Good?" he asked her.

Beckett, her body literally thrumming with pleasure, couldn't stop herself from laughing briefly. "Yes, I hope you'll do that again later," she told him. "But I need more."

"How much more?" Castle asked her, gazing into her eyes.

"A lot more than that," Beckett said.

"What do you want me to do love?" Castle breathed, his voice becoming husky as they were staring at one another.

"Take my pussy with your mouth until I come," Beckett told him, nearly snapping in her impatience. She was breathing a little harder and then said, "I want to come Rick."

"You will," Castle said, crushing his lips to hers before he tore himself away when they started to become breathless. He moved down her body then, kissing a little feverishly over her breasts first before he went down to her stomach and her mound. He had no trouble finding her clit, parting her folds around it with his fingers before he was pausing.

Feeling her husband not moving, Beckett looked down at him eventually and at that same moment the first two fingers of his right hand had come up and were rubbing the folds at her sex. "Rick," she moaned in pleasure at the way he was soon bowing his head and sucking at her clit. While he was playing with the nub using his tongue, she was clutching at the bed below her, feeling the sheet sliding against her skin as he was making her cry out in joy.

Castle, deciding he had given her clit enough attention, tried not to dive down to her entrance and didn't touch the swollen folds with his mouth. He was making sure to stimulate her clit with his fingers before he finally lowered his mouth to her sex. He used his tongue to rub against her folds and a second later he was pressing the lower half of his body down on the mattress as his erection was throbbing in reaction to her taste. Hearing his wife calling his name, he then slid his tongue inside of her sex where he was beginning to move immediately before he could climax at how much of her desire he was tasting. He was pleasuring her, and he had the brief thought of slowing down, but hearing his wife's vocal reactions he knew he'd be a horrible man to do that to her. So he continued, not stopping until he could feel she was starting to literally thrash around on the bed above him which made him pull away but not stop his fingers at her clit as she gasped out his name.

"Don't stop," Beckett protested a little angrily as she looked down at him.

"I'm not I-" Castle started to say reassuringly.

"You just did," Beckett said simply. "I don't care how long this takes; I just want you to make me come."

"Yes," Castle breathed out as he thought she looked incredibly erotic in that moment and with how forceful her tone was. He bowed his head before very long could pass and she got annoyed again, licking gently at her folds before he slipped his tongue inside of her.

Feeling that, and her husband rubbing at her clit a little harder, Beckett had no chance of lasting. Her back nearly seemed to snap as she fell blissfully over the edge, hoping she wasn't hurting Castle as she was unable to keep from moving her legs at the same time. Her orgasm made her cry out his name heavily and she was lost in the waves traveling along her limbs and his tongue still working within her. She was a little shocked when she had finally calmed down, breathing a little roughly and smiling as she realized her husband was kissing around her sex very gently. When he moved to lay next to her, she forced herself onto her side and murmured, "That was incredible."

"Good, you deserved it," Castle replied.

Beckett laughed softly and asked, "Why?"

"Just because," Castle told her, laying on his side by then as well. He reached up and gently brushed her hair off her cheek saying, "Now we can-" as he began to move towards her to make her lay down.

"Oh no," Beckett said, stopping him. When he hesitated, she smiled and told him, "You just got me off and tasted it. Tell me you're not going to explode as soon as you're inside of me."

"Do you want me to lie?" Castle asked her. When she laughed and threw her arm around his neck, he kissed her deeply before they parted and he said, "It's what you want?"

Knowing what he wanted to hear from her Beckett told him, "I'm craving it." Seeing him swallowing roughly she smiled at him and then grew serious telling him, "I love doing it for you."

"You want my cock?" Castle asked. At her nod he breathed out hard before he was warning her saying, "I don't know how long I'll be able to last."

"I don't care," Beckett reassured him, knowing that was where his hesitation was stemming from. She shared another kiss with him before waiting for him to lay on his back again. Once he was, she proceeded to kiss over his chest, not going in any set pattern as he'd done to her. After a while of that she was going to his nipples, nuzzling at them and kissing them before she sucked at them, taking her time as he'd done to her. When she pulled away, she wasn't surprised to see his body was rigid and she smiled telling him, "Rick, look at me."

Opening his eyes Castle breathed out roughly, "Goddess."

"Thank you, I-" Beckett started to say before he was interrupting her by pulling her hand to his erection. She let him curl her fingers around his length and she marveled at it being stiff but soft to her touch. She looked down at him and then let him go, moving her fingers up to the tip as her other hand was holding onto him. She rubbed her fingertips against him and then said with a slight smile, "Ar mhaith leat é seo a chur i mo bhéal?" which was the phrase 'would you like me to put this in my mouth.'

For a moment Castle was sure that he wasn't going to be able to breathe at her words before he managed to tell her, "Agus tarraing."

"Pervert," Beckett told him with a smile as he'd told her the words 'and suck.' She then became serious and lowered her head, slipping his member into her mouth where she proceeded to bob up and down on him going slowly before he was suddenly grabbing the back of her head gently and making her pause.

"Sorry just… I'm going to come… soon," Castle said, having to pause as he spoke since his wife was lightly blowing onto his length which was still moist from her mouth. He was startled when she smiled at him before lowering her mouth on him again and he let go of her to tangle his fingers through her hair. She kept moving up and down, that time speeding up rapidly and he was trying to hold onto the bed with his other hand to keep him grounded. There was no way he could stop the inevitable and he was groaning, cursing before he was calling out her name. His climax was pleasurable, and he was aware of the fact that his wife had remained still. Knowing what she was doing and suddenly hearing her slight moans of pleasure he never grew soft as she pulled away carefully. "Kate," he said as soon as she raised herself up above him. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard, tongues meeting between their mouths before they slipped back to hers.

Breathless by the time she and her husband had stopped, Beckett was about to speak when she instead gasped. Her husband had laid her on the bed, and she had a feeling he might end up fucking her. But his next kiss came as a surprise, it was very tender and gentle, and her body was reacting as if it had been rough.

When they stopped, Castle nuzzled her lips with his and told her, "I want you Kate."

"Please," Beckett said before they kissed again. "Make love to me Rick," she murmured as they didn't move very far from each other.

Trying not to breathe out hard into her face, Castle went to her jaw and kissed along it until he reached her ear. Nibbling at the lobe for a little he judged by her moans that she was ready for him and he proceeded to move. "What?" he asked when she grabbed his arms a little hard.

"Do you want me flat?" Beckett said, back on the pillows that had held them both up as the other had been pleasuring them.

"No, this is how I want you," Castle said reassuringly. He kissed her again and then took her hand once they'd stopped so they could both get his length inside of her. He watched his wife as he very gently slid through her sex, fighting with his natural urge to roll back his eyes as she was incredibly moist and warm. Once their hips had met, he leaned down to her, brushing his lips against hers before he proceeded to move. Though they weren't in the exact same position, he couldn't help imagining their first night together in their past life. His wife's hands; he could recall; were sliding up and down his arms as they had in the hotel in Daly City and he angled his hips town, feeling her sex clenching around him so they were soon groaning in reaction at the same time.

Gasping out and moaning, Beckett found her husband's name leaving her lips a few times before he was suddenly stopping. She was about to ask him what he was doing when he was suddenly jerking his hips back and forth in a shallow motion. The movement led his skin to rub against her clit and she was crying out in joy as it was heavily stimulating. It took her a little time, but she was finally able to stop her husband, telling him, "Wait… wait my love don't… I want your cock making me come."

"Is it enough?" Castle asked her seriously as he looked down into her eyes.

"More than enough," Beckett replied, not surprised when he took the chance and kissed her. It wasn't for very long and she was a little torn about it as she wasn't sure if she wanted it to last or for him to start moving again. But with him doing the latter she found her answer and she was wrapping her legs and arms around him to hold onto him tightly. She did her best to move with him but felt an intense amount of frustration when she couldn't manage it. Finally she gave up but set her heels on the bed between his legs and was using that.

"Ah… fuck love," Castle groaned at her first thrust. She was going harder than he was, so their hips slapped together before she did it twice more. "Wait," he breathed, gently grabbing her hip. "We won't really be doing that for long."

"I don't know if I want it for that long," Beckett replied.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Castle asked, still thrusting gently in her the whole time they'd been talking to one another.

"After, after, please," Beckett said as he'd changed the angle of his hips. With his extra stimulation of her clit she was struggling a little to withstand it as it added to the feel of him moving within her. She finally got a hold of herself and she slid her hands from his shoulders and up the back of his neck. She let her right hand cup the back of his head and told him, "I want to keep feeling you love."

"Believe me," Castle began before he paused as he realized she was moving again. He thought she was using her heels again and glanced back but was unable to see to discern how she was doing it. It then came to him as he looked back at her that she was pushing back and forth instead of up. The thrill of that; and the results of the movement; led him to thrust faster just once.

With a short cry, Beckett was holding onto her husband tighter before he was quickly stopping. "Oh no," she groaned in disappointment.

"Just once," Castle promised her. "Keep moving like you are," he urged her.

"You like that?" Beckett asked him, trying not to smile but unable to.

"Yes," Castle breathed.

"Per-vert!" Beckett said that word being broken into two as her husband has beginning to thrust. The sensation was a small explosion within her sex, and she was spurred to move quickly before they were somehow kissing. She was disappointed it didn't last for long and as they moved together, she let herself focus on the sensation of it as time slipped away from her awareness.

Feeling his body damp with sweat as his wife ran her hand down his back, Castle could tell something had changed with her. "Do you want to come my love?" he whispered into her ear before lightly nipping at the lobe. He felt a thrill go through him as she gasped before she was nodding rapidly and he told her, "Then come for me Kate… I promise… I won't stop until you tell me to… I need to fucking worship you."

"I… oh! Oh, I'm coming! Please don't stop, I can't stop I want to feel you… Rick!" Beckett started to say before her body cut her off by reaching her orgasm. She didn't fight it, instead opening herself completely to it and feeling the joy of the sensation. The throbbing of her sex spread through her body as a fire and she knew she wasn't going to be able to have enough of her husband until they needed to sleep as he joined her very shortly after. Feeling his release when it filled her, she was holding tightly to him, wanting to remember that moment though she'd done it so many times before. But it made the end of her satiety a little easier to bear as she didn't want to stop. She could feel Castle's thrusts though she was still, taking them gladly until he shuddered and gave her a final, rougher one. "I love you Rick," she whispered into his ear.

"I love you Kate, I adore you," Castle told her once he felt he could speak. He shared a tender kiss with his wife before he withdrew from her, both sighing.

Watching him moving away from her to lay next to her, Beckett asked, "You did the same then."

"Looked at your pussy?" Castle asked.

Her sex throbbing once in response to that, Beckett bit her lower lip for a moment before she nodded. "You loved seeing it filled with your come," she told him.

Breathing out hard, Castle nodded and said, "Just… one thing."

Beckett sat up at that, startled her husband was leaving the bed and her. She wasn't hurt, knowing he had something in mind when he slipped out into the bedroom. "Which one is this?" she asked.

Shaking his head for a moment, Castle flipped through the book, stopping at a page before he gave it to her. Once back on the mattress with her he said, "Read it for me, before we do anything else?"

Kissing him quickly on the lips, Beckett laid down with him, his arm around her and his hand resting on her stomach. She held the diary above them and read, "December 16th, 1926," to begin with as he nuzzled her hair with his lips.

It's happened, Rick and I are married and are on our honeymoon. We're north of the city, in a little beach cottage all on our own. We've lain as husband and wife so many times I'm sure of a baby in the coming year.

I don't know if it's apparent but I'm so happy, I have my wonderful husband, my love. We're also Julia's ma and da now and we'll have a home of our own once we go back south. Yes, we've decided to leave everything to Rosie, Mary and Patrick concerning the club and we'll raise our children in Mill Valley. I'm so grateful to Da for his idea to invest in a home; it will be our own. I can't wait to decorate, make our room at the very top of the home for myself and Rick, a room for Josie and for the others to visit.

But for now, I am enjoying every second of this honeymoon, I never knew that intercourse was as delightful as it is. There is so much I can do with my husband and he with me and no one to stop us. Though I feel a minuscule of guilt in my joy, we have our family back in the city

Beckett stopped there and ran her fingertips over the ink blots that were on the paper, smiling as her husband's hand came up to hers to do the same. "Do you want to read this love?" she asked, looking at him.

"I should," Castle said before they were sharing a tender kiss and then looking back at the page where his writing from their past life was under her paragraph.

The purpose of this honeymoon is for us my love, there will be no guilt.

Now I must take my wife and remind her that her husband is a very greedy man who wants to pleasure her in all ways.

Beckett then read the second to last and partial last sentence that she'd written saying, "I must obey him, mustn't I? But don't be concerned, I do this with all my heart and soul as I want him desperately, my body is… You're lucky I didn't mind you dragging me off to the bed like that," running her finger over the stray mark she'd made at him picking her up.

"I don't think you would," Castle said, taking the diary from her to set it on his nightstand. "And I think I'm exactly the same way now."

"Greedy?" Beckett asked, watching him get on top of her and feeling anticipation surging in her body.

"Extremely," Castle said before they kissed frantically. He had no idea how long they took but once they parted, he was asking her, "Might I worship you Kate?"

"Always Rick," Beckett breathed, hoping he knew she wanted to do the same for him.

"Always," Castle responded, knowing that as they settled into their next bout of intimacy they both would be pleasured and not stopping until that hunger for each other was partially appeased through their night in San Francisco.