"He never talked to me directly," Castle said when he had finished and they were quiet for a moment.

"I think it's better that way," Beckett said. She wasn't surprised with the way her husband was looking at her and she explained her reasoning saying, "He might have had your mother send you away to school somewhere so you were out of the way. But you kept out of the way enough and the earthquake happened so you were still in the city."

Nodding Castle said, "He was my father in this life too."

"I realized," Beckett said with a quick nod. She then said, "Nice of you to want to protect Patricia."

"She was my only friend," Castle replied with a smile. "And she didn't enjoy it, as much as she wanted to keep her job." They were silent again before he was murmuring, "I hated him then." Feeling his wife squeezing his hand, he looked at her and then said, "And after the earthquake and I met your parents I hated my mother too. But I did love her because I knew she was my mother; I'm guessing that she nursed me and until she hired Patricia it was just the two of us. It was weird and besides giving Eliza her middle name, I didn't think about her too much."

"Thank you for telling me," Beckett said, squeezing her hand with both of his.

"I did back then," Castle told her, raising her hand and kissing the back of it. "I didn't like to keep things from you, and you were curious about me."

"Of course I was, you had nearly seven years before you joined our family," Beckett replied. "But you didn't have that much."

"She was a kept woman and she did act like it," Castle said with a sigh. He wrapped his arm around his wife's shoulder, holding her close to him and he kissed her temple. "Do you still want to swim?" he asked her.

"We should race," Beckett told him as she stood up when he let her go.

"Are you sure? You still have your win to collect on," Castle pointed out to her, standing up too.

Smiling at the way he had worded that Beckett said, "Here," motioning to him. When he bent his head to her, they were kissing but only briefly before she said, "If we both had wins?"

"Fucking vixen," Castle breathed to his wife as he'd pressed his face to the side of her head. "Now how am I supposed to swim?"

"You're fine," Beckett said, glancing down at him though she soon patted on his groin and stepped into the water.

"Now I'm not," Castle said through gritted teeth as he watched her.

"Come on Rick," Beckett said simply, pushing off the bottom of the pool and swimming backwards so she could look at him with a smile. She couldn't help laughing as he was literally racing to get into the pool and splashing the water all over. "Now will we race?" she asked him as he reached her.

"How?" Castle asked.

"From the steps and back," Beckett told him. She expected him to comment about having to return to the steps when they were in the middle of the pool but was taken aback slightly at him merely nodding in reaction. She was going to speak but decided nothing really needed to be said before they were going. "Ready?" she asked as they stood in front of the last step.

"Ready," Castle replied.

"Go," Beckett said simply before they were both diving into the water and starting to swim to the other end. They turned immediately and then to the steps, not surprised when her husband was there before her.

"I get the feeling you suggested that on purpose," Castle commented as they got out of the pool.

"I may have," Beckett said. "What would you like for your win?"

Castle waited until they'd stepped into the Jacuzzi before he was telling his wife, "I'd like to wait for tonight. Are you sure you know what you want?"

"I may," Beckett said.

"You didn't want to do it last night did you?" Castle asked.

Shaking her head, Beckett sank into the water until it was up to her chin and then ducked underneath. When she stood up, she said, "I'm glad we did this."

"Me too," Castle said.

"Oh no, what now?" Beckett asked with a smile so her husband wouldn't think that she was annoyed.

"It's not too much?" Castle said.

"I think our sexual appetite is the same," Beckett replied, going over to him. "Rick," she said, making him tilt his head up as he'd been watching her breasts going above and below the water as she'd moved.

"I want to look," Castle said, reaching over to her and cupping her right breast very lightly as she stiffened next to him. He was about to ask her if it was too much, but she was gently taking away his hand and talking to him in Irish.

"In féidir leat go leor a fháil," Beckett stated instead of asking, telling him that he couldn't get enough.

"Of you? No," Castle said, speaking in English. He then kissed her deeply before they parted soon after and said, "An féidir leat?" asking her the question can you.

"No, but wait until we're back in our room," Beckett told him firmly as he was running his hand over her thigh.

When the bubbles for the Jacuzzi turned off at that moment Castle said, "Let's go read your diary."

Laughing for a moment Beckett said, "You've been waiting to say that haven't you?"

"I have," Castle said. "I would be interested in seeing what you'll put there next."

"I don't think I have that much going on," Beckett warned him as they got out.

"I don't care, I like hearing about our lives," Castle replied.

Beckett nodded and then started to dry herself off before she was waiting for her husband to sit on his chair before she picked up her diary and went over to him.

"Wait," Castle said as she was sitting on his lap.

"You want me to sit over there?" Beckett asked in amusement as she was nodding to the other chair.

"No but not on my lap," Castle said. With his wife looking at him he said, "I wouldn't be able to handle it."

Since she could tell that her husband was being sincere, Beckett merely smiled and moved to sit next to him in the little space she had. She pressed close to him and with his help held open the diary before she went to the entry after New Year's Day.

January 3rd, 1913

I was going to write to you yesterday Christie, but I was far too busy playing with my siblings and Ricky. We were playing with our new toys we have from Christmas. I suppose toys is the wrong word. They are games since we're much older than we were a few Christmases ago. But the best part was Ma and Da joined in when they could; Da doesn't have a party this weekend.

We also went together to the park, Golden Gate Park, and that was this morning. We love the windmills and Stow Lake where we had our picnic for lunch today. It was delicious and after we played football together, not what's here in America but what Da used to play in Ireland. I'm so glad that Rosie and I can play, that Ma doesn't stop us because we were running around. Ma declined to play and watched us, judging who won, it was Junior and Ricky but I don't care, they have longer legs anyway.

We had the most delicious dessert, cookies that we ate on the shores of the lake before we fed pieces of bread to the ducks. After that Junior and Ricky were playing with sticks, pretending to be pirates until Junior hit Ricky a little too hard. Ma told him for shame, but Ricky did tell him it wasn't that bad. He's very forgiving.

Rosie and I made chains from the clovers in the grass; it's far too soon for the tiny daisies; and I wore mine as a crown. Junior teased me that the bees would come for me, but they never did. Da eventually took a nap and Ma let us four walk together through the park. It's majestic here (Da loves using that word) and we were going around the trees. We were playing tag together, but I don't think there was anyone who won. I don't mind since we had to leave soon and it was fun to run around as now it's raining again.

We came home to begin dinner, Junior and Ricky peeled potatoes for us, and Rosie and I were helping Ma with everything else. We did need an awful lot of potatoes as Ma made Clam Chowder and cheese potatoes. We also had chicken on noodles that the boys had seconds of; they loved it.

Dinner was delicious as well and Rick had thirds of the clam chowder, I thought he would be sick but Ma and Da say the boys are both growing like weeds. It made Rosie and I laugh though Junior said he was pleased being grown up. We might have had a fight as Rosie looked ready to do so but Da was quick to tell us that we're growing as well.

We went together to the kitchen to clean up and were talking about the news as Da read the paper, we do that every night and it's wonderful since us children feel grown up. After we went to the living room and were soon having popcorn and oranges and listening to records that Ma and Da have until we came to our rooms.

I've had a bath and am here at the desk that's in my room. I have been thinking about what we talked of at dinner, growing up. In this next year I'll turn thirteen and that means I'm growing closer to becoming a lady. I also think of this as we saw a lady that was with child while we walked through the park without Ma and Da. Junior and Ricky didn't notice her a bit, but Rosie and I did and we spoke before we took our baths. I don't think she wishes to have a baby but we both like children. Willie and Pearl down the street are cute as can be, we love to play with them though they're only six years old; we play with them in the park. I know I want children, but must I carry them, so my stomach appears to be rounded like a ball? I suppose it's bound to happen, but Rosie and I agreed we are happy being young ladies and not ladies just yet.

I must go to bed, Ma just told me and I hear her telling the others. I may or may not write tomorrow, we have church and of course our big Sunday dinner. I hope for no rain as it makes us all soggy going to and from our church. Goodnight Christie!

"Not much to that," Beckett told her husband as she finished.

"No but you were only twelve so I'm not sure what you were going to do," Castle said with a smile. "The next entry?"

"Very short," Beckett replied before she turned her attention to the book.

January 5th, 1913

I have no time to write to you Christie, we're going to play games all after dinner we'll eat in a bit. Ma and Da want to celebrate the very last day of our Christmas break before we return to school tomorrow and I must frost the chocolate cake I made, all by myself.

"I was eager to go," Beckett told her husband with a smile.

"I remember you being proud of that cake," Castle said.

"One more entry," Beckett said as she turned her husband's wrist so she could see the time.

"I hope it's the day after," Castle said. When his wife studied him, he asked, "What? I want to hear what happens."

"Kiss me before I start," Beckett said.

"Okay," Castle said, putting his eagerness in his tone before he was bowing his head to her lips. They kissed passionately and for some time until they soon after parted and he then settled in for the next entry.

January 6th, 1913

Today was our return to school and though I don't enjoy waking up so early for breakfast and all the work we must do in every subject, I loved going to see my friends there again. Milly got a brand new dress for school for Christmas though it looks more like a tweed suit a lady would wear. She's awfully proud of it and I don't blame her, it makes her look quite grown up. Rosie's mad with, as she put it, friendly jealousy and wants Ma to make one for her.

Our schoolwork was all the same, though we are going to be leaning about flowers and plants in our science class which seems most exciting. I love flowers and I hope this spring to maybe plant something on the boxes outside my room, all my own instead of Ma. She said I could and with my new knowledge I'll have the prettiest flowers there ever were.

Oh, I completely forgot that I grew envious of Sarah's new dress she received herself. It was a beautiful work of sage green that goes well with her eyes. If Ma could get a fabric that's robin's egg blue, then it would go well with my eyes… I think.

Ricky's walked by and I've called to him to come inside, I wish to ask him about my dress; I'll ask him.

Ricky didn't see very eager to answer my question; he doesn't find much interest in fabrics and such. But I already have the fabric as Ma took me and Rosie to the store since she said we will need new dresses. He's said the blue of the fabric will match my eyes and I'll look very smart in the new dress. He's a good friend though he's run out of the room and Ma's on her way down the stairs. Oh no, it's actually Da and he's telling me I must stop to say goodnight and go to bed.

I will say quickly that I can't wait to help Ma with my dress, I haven't had a new one for school in a year and it's becoming far too short. I suppose it was good to show I am growing.

Ma's now coming, I must go!

"That was a beautiful dress," Beckett said with a smile.

"It was," Castle said. When his wife looked at him questioningly, he said, "I remember it too, it was a pretty color."

"You were so uncomfortable when I asked you about that," Beckett said.

"I was thirteen," Castle said, shrugging.

"Well, you still told me the truth," Beckett said, cupping his cheek and then kissing the other gently before she spoke again. "You were a good friend. It was good groundwork for our relationship."

Castle kissed her then and they lingered a little longer than they had before until they were parting, and he said, "We need to go right?"

"We do," Beckett said. "I'd like to take a shower," she told him as she got off his chair.

"Me too," Castle replied.

"Not together," Beckett told him firmly. She smiled when her husband looked at her in surprise and she said, "Really, we have later tonight."

"Okay," Castle said with a nod before they were leaving. Back inside their room he took a shower first and when he came back out into the bedroom, he spotted his suit he'd brought on the bed. "We're dressing up?" he asked her.

"We are," Beckett said with a smile. "I need the bedroom so I'm locking the door."

"Okay," Castle said, hurrying to dress. Since she had stayed in the room with him, he expected her to stare at him, but she was looking out the window until he told her he'd finished.

"Thank you," Beckett said with a smile. She watched him go and then breathed out as he'd closed the door behind him though she was pleased he had in fact listened to her.

Hearing the bedroom door locking, Castle smiled slightly before he looked in the mirror. He became serious as he wasn't sure if he should have worn a tie but shook that off as he reminded himself that his wife had gotten the clothes for him. He then turned to the living room itself, checking everything to make sure it was ready for them. He didn't need to do much, taking note of another diary on the table still by the chez lounge. Leaving it alone he considered the TV but instead went to one of the windows, looking down at Union Square. Eventually he was getting his wife's camera from the stand under the TV and started taking pictures. When he heard the door unlocking next to him, he nearly jumped and turned to see it opening a second later. "Kate," he breathed as he watched her stepping out into the room.

"Hey," Beckett said with a smile. She wasn't surprised when her husband put down her camera and turned to her as she was walking to the table where the menu for room service was.

"You look amazing," Castle told her.

"Thanks," Beckett said. She looked at him and then said, "I wasn't sure."

"No, it looks stunning on you," Castle said, studying her dress. It was a light blue, thirties style evening gown and he tried not to stare at the way it was hugging her form. But he couldn't stop himself and was watching her as she sat down on one of the chairs before something came to him. "Kate…" he started to say. "Are you wearing anything underneath that?"

"No," Beckett said simply. "Let's order though, I am hungry."

Castle did his best to continue to function as he was looking at the menu with her, though he had no idea how he was able to order their meal. When he hung up the room phone, he saw his wife's feet and said, "When I said nothing, I didn't think you'd left out shoes too."

"I didn't really want to," Beckett said with a smile as she was enjoying watching him obviously trying to desperately not stare at her.

"Oh… you know I was wondering if I was too informal," Castle told her.

"You're not," Beckett said. "Let me see my camera, I want to see what you took." After she had been looking through her husband's shots, she nodded and said, "You did really well."

Castle was about to answer when there was a knock at the door and he hurried to answer it, knowing it was their dinner. He greeted the man on the other side; the same one who'd been delivering their food while they'd been there; and he watched him setting down the plate.

"Is there something we can do for you?" Beckett asked when the man had gone back to the cart he'd used to bring their plates in.

"No, I just… enjoy your meal," the man said.

Since he appeared obviously embarrassed, Beckett quickly said, "Have you read our books?"

"I… yeah," the man replied.

"Would you like an autograph?" Castle then asked.

"If that wouldn't be a problem," the employee said a little shyly.

"It wouldn't, what's your name?" Beckett said, taking the pad of paper and pen her husband was handing to her.

"Harry," the man replied. "But… would you mind putting my boyfriend's name as well?"

"Not at all," Beckett said. "What is it?"

"Franklin," Harry replied. He watched the two writing and took the paper saying, "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome," Castle said before he locked the door after the employee. When he turned back to his wife he said, "Kate, your nipples."

"I know, it's what I planned," Beckett said easily. She then looked at him and said, "If you're worried about Harry he was looking at you." She smiled when her husband paused in sitting down and told him, "You've called yourself handsome you know."

"Yes, but it doesn't matter," Castle said. He finished sitting and said, "I'd prefer it if you were the one looking at me."

"I am," Beckett said, reaching for his hand and squeezing it before they turned their attention to their meal. They spoke about their trip the next weekend though she noticed his eyes were continuously straying to her breasts. She didn't mind; as she'd told him it had been her intention; and once they were close to finishing she told him, "I have one more entry for today."

"It doesn't have to be," Castle commented.

Beckett couldn't help laughing and said, "Let's wait and see."

"Okay," Castle said, getting their dinner things to the hallway. When he was back in the room he went to where his wife was on the chez lounge and sat next to her. "What will we do back at home reading them?" he asked.

"Our bed is nice too," Beckett replied easily.

"How many do you have that are more adult?" Castle asked while she was opening the book and flipping through it.

"I have no idea, but I wrote here and there," Beckett said. "Just because I thought our lovemaking was so enjoyable."

"I'm looking forward to those," Castle commented as she'd looked down to the diary. When she merely smiled, he then said in surprise, "No pervert comment."

"Oh no," Beckett said. "I'm feeling the same after the way I've written about them so far." She raised her diary slightly and asked, "Start?"

"That would be great," Castle said.

Beckett smiled at that before she cupped his cheek and turned her attention to the entry and began reading.

December 14th, 1936

It's Rick's and my tenth anniversary, late the morning of. I am completely bare; I haven't made breakfast and this room is an utter mess. But I have never felt so swell before… well, I suppose not since Rick and I were last together as we were this morning.

We haven't had breakfast, so Rick has gone to grab something simple for lunch and though I would like to write I hope he hurries. I'm famished.

I have my gift for my husband already, though I have no idea when exactly I'll be giving it to him as he was caressing me wherever he could before he left the room. I've gotten him some books, though I wonder if that seems too paltry. Ten years and I can only hope that we'll have much more to come, especially if we continue to celebrate as we have.

I suppose I'm a bit here and there with things, but we have only just coupled, and I still feel him. I find myself not as hungry as I thought I was, and I only hope he'll be here soon.

Oh, I hear him approaching, so I'll stop here. I don't know if I'll be able to write more, but I will try tomorrow.

"I think we just made love before you started writing," Castle said when she stopped.

"No wonder I was all over the place," Beckett said with a smile.

"Are there anymore entries from that day?" Castle asked.

"Just one," Beckett said. When her husband motioned to her, she couldn't help laughing and she squeezed his hand before she began reading once again.

7:22pm

This day has been full of enjoyment, Rick and I spending nearly every second together. We weren't coupled every moment, but it was very close. And though they are needed I have decided I will hate his French Letters until I come to my final change and won't be able to become with child.

We're here in bed, again though this time he's with me, he's dozing a bit so I decide to write here. I was so bamboozled after he took me so beautifully that I forgot what I wanted to write. And that is that after ten years I am still so deeply in love with him. He's been caring and kind, giving me the most beautiful brooch though I didn't find it as wonderful as him kissing my cunny afterwards at my insistence and I was rapturous. He allowed me to take his cock after and I watched him as he was finding pleasure. But I'm going away with what I had intended to say. I love him in every way, clothed or not and I am so happy at this moment.

I remember I did give him his books and he was greatly pleased; my Rick does love to read and we read together for a bit before I couldn't stop myself. I find I enjoy playing with his cock as he loves to explore my cunny. And I find myself needing him again. I'll wait until I can write once more tomorrow, I need to awaken my love.

"You did have a way with words," Castle said as he took the diary and set it aside.

"Thank you, it helps when you write honestly," Beckett replied. She was surprised when her husband stood up and took her hand before they were standing up together. "Did you want to go to bed?" she asked him with a slight smile.

"Not just yet," Castle replied, on his phone for a little before he set it on the table.

Smiling when she heard the music Beckett said, "We danced to this on our anniversary then."

Nodding Castle wrapped his arms around her telling her, "You were wearing basically the same then."

"You couldn't take your eyes off my breasts then either," Beckett said wryly.

"And you didn't want me to then either," Castle said. He smiled when she laughed softly before he was holding her closer as Fred Astaire was beginning to sing.

Someday
When I'm awfully low
When the world is cold
I will feel a glow just thinking of you
And the way you look tonight

Smiling as her husband was running his hands up and down her back, Beckett turned her head and kissed his jaw in a few places. She easily recalled doing that in their past life and she felt a thrill going through her at that and hoped her arousal wouldn't get out of control before the song was over.

Oh yes, you're lovely
With your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft
There is nothing for me but to love you
Just the way you look tonight

Castle pulled away slightly to look down at his wife then with another brief instrumental between verses and he saw she was staring at him immediately. "I adored you then but… could we focus on now?" he asked her.

"That can be arranged," Beckett said.

Breathing out silently, as he knew she was referencing the song Castle pressed his lips to her hairline and held her there as the next verse was beginning.

With each word your tenderness grows
Tearing my fear apart
And that laugh
That wrinkles your nose
Touches my foolish heart

Lovely
Never, never change
Keep that breathless charm
Won't you please arrange it
'Cause I love you
Just the way you look tonight

"Should we start dancing the Foxtrot?" Castle asked his wife.

Laughing softly Beckett shook her head and said, "I'm not Ginger Rogers."

"Are you disappointed I'm not Astaire?" Castle asked her.

Before Beckett could answer that, her husband was spinning her gently and she laughed softly before they were in each other's arms and the singing began again.

'Cause I love you
Just the way you look tonight

Just the way you look tonight

When the music ended Castle moved so he could look at his wife and then leaned down, kissing her passionately before he stopped himself suddenly.

"What?" Beckett asked in surprise.

"Come on," Castle told her simply.

Thinking he was taking her to the bedroom, Beckett was startled when he instead led her over to the chez lounge and got onto it, laying down before he was sitting with her. She cupped his face with her hand and looked on while he was kissing at her palm, making her whisper, "What do you want right now love?"

"I don't know," Castle said with a sigh, leaning into her hand. "I want you, but you look like a goddess."

"It doesn't mean I'm untouchable," Beckett said with a smile as he looked at her. When she saw his eyes were going yet again to her chest, she took his hands and had him cup her through her gown.

"Fuck," Castle swore huskily. "I thought this was a little loose but…"

Watching him shaking his head Beckett told him, "It's how they were back then. Remember the times we've watched movies from the thirties?"

"Is that what gave you the idea?" Castle asked, sliding his hands away from her.

"No, I did wear a dress like this for you that anniversary," Beckett said. "It was hard to remember to mention it," she said. She watched him leaning over to her and she was taking his kiss he gave her shortly after and she wrapped her arms around him tightly before she was reaching for his jacket.

Castle had no idea why things changed so suddenly, but he helped her before he pulled her skirt up. Feeling her helping him to get it out of the way of her hips, he pulled away from their third or fourth kiss before asking, "What do you want Kate?"

"Fuck me," Beckett said seriously. "And take them through the dress." She was letting out a cry of pleasure as he was going straight to her breasts, kissing hungrily over both mounds before he was focusing on her nipples. She was waiting for him to start but realized he wasn't ready yet, so she gently stopped him.

"I-" Castle started to say before his wife was slightly unbuttoning his shirt before opening the fly of his trousers. Watching her he felt a rush of added arousal for her as she looked so serious and reminded himself to be sure he did what she wanted. He helped her in finding his erection before he was moving to slide inside of her slowly.

"Oh… Rick don't… I want you to fuck me," Beckett gasped before his hips were pressed against hers.

"I will, I just wanted us to feel each other," Castle told her roughly. He stared into her eyes before he leaned down, kissing her hungrily though it was going to delay him. He felt her tongue tangling around his and he fought against her until he couldn't stop himself and he made one thrust. He watched the way his wife cried out, feeling her nails in his back though his shirt, and he was about to start when she was squeezing a little hard. Their kiss ended and he looked down at her when she was telling him what she wanted and spurring him on.

"Start Rick… I need you," Beckett breathed out heavily. She was crying out in joy as he was thrusting and beginning roughly as she had asked. She was pleased when he wasn't faltering, just speeding up until he couldn't move any faster than he was. She did her best to move with him, placing her feet on the chez lounge for help until they were breaking fully. They called each other's names as they were thrusting wildly against one another and she had a brief thought that she wanted far more than just that bout as she was coming down from her euphoric high first.

"My love," Castle groaned when he was still himself, still feeling tremors from his orgasm. He buried his face into her neck, kissing at it before his wife was gently scraping her nails over his scalp.

"I don't want to stop," Beckett told him as he raised his head to look down at her. She was gasping in surprise as her husband was moving them both without parting from her sex. She got on her knees as soon as he had turned them around and wrapped her arms around him saying, "I want you to fuck me still lover."

"Okay," Castle said. He wasn't surprised when she looked at him in confusion and told her, "This won't be for too long." He stopped his wife from starting to thrust and he asked her, "You're sure you don't want be on top the whole time? I can fuck you after."

Shaking her head, Beckett then proceeded to move, trying to do her best to keep him within her but going rapidly. She was relieved when he soon laid her down again and she cried out as he was rough against her once more. When they came, she found herself trembling after she had stopped going through the unending waves of pleasure within her body. When her husband had stopped, she was caressing his back and murmured to him, "We should move to the bed."

"I forgot we were still here," Castle breathed out as he raised his head. He waited a little longer before he was carefully withdrawing from her. Getting off the chez lounge he helped her up and said, "You did look stunning in this dress."

"I'm assuming it's coming off of me right now?" Beckett asked him with a wry smile.

Going to the table, Castle grabbed the diary she'd read earlier and said, "Yes."

Taking the book, Beckett gave him a momentary look before she was walking ahead of him into the bedroom. Once there she went to her side of the bed, setting her diary down before she felt her husband behind her. She looked down at his hands that had cupped over her breasts and said, "I t-think they're as erect as they'll get."

"I want to feel them," Castle whispered huskily into her ear. He then had her turn around to face him before he said, "I want you."

Beckett had no chance to speak, though she'd been intending to tell him she could see his erection that was still out of his trousers and boxers, her husband grabbing her and crushing his lips to hers. They became swollen very shortly after and she licked them when her husband pulled away. The way her body was slightly jerking around with him unzipping and pulling down the top of her dress was intensely erotic to her and she knew they would need to be very brief or she would get off before she was ready to. When her husband was lightly cupping and caressing her bare breasts, she let her eyes roll back in reaction before he was bowing his head down to her.

Suckling at her firm nipples, Castle did his best to not go crazy in his touch of her as he wanted them to last for a little bit longer when they were coupled again on the bed. He had to tear himself away as he was going over her breasts for nearly a third time and he said as he stood straight, "They're perfection."

Biting her lower lip for a moment, Beckett reached for his shirt and unbuttoned it completely before she was pushing her dress off her hips. She wasn't surprised when her husband grabbed it and took pleasure in him hurrying to put it on the dresser and hurrying back. "Watch?" she asked him.

Shaking his head Castle said, "Help me put this back," expecting her to call him a pervert. What he wasn't expecting was her to get on her knees and take his length in hand, trying to stop her before he had to watch her as she was slapping away his hands.

Aware of her husband watching her, Beckett got him out of his clothes and pushed his boxers and trousers down. She let him kick them aside but was swift in reaching for his erection again, covering the end of it with her mouth. She rubbed her tongue around the tip and started to turn her head from side to side as she sucked in her cheeks.

"Fuck… Kate…" Castle breathed out, holding onto the back of her head with both his hands.

At his husky tone of voice Beckett pulled away slowly, overjoyed to see a thin trail of his pre-come following in her wake. She let that linger in the open for a moment and then leaned over to take it off his member.

"You… you are trying to kill me," Castle breathed out roughly as he stared at her.

"I'm not, I want to taste you," Beckett said. "There's an entry; after we were married; where I know that I describe your come as a delicious on my tongue." She waited for her husband to finish shuddering in obvious pleasure and then took him in her mouth again. She proceeded to pleasure him, working vigorously before she was taking the physical evidence of his orgasm into her mouth.

"I'm so… so glad you love doing that," Castle breathed to her as he helped her stand.

"I did back then too," Beckett replied. "And I seemed to love you pleasuring yourself and coming onto me." She smiled as her husband froze and then told him, "C-" though she couldn't finish as her husband was nearly throwing her on the bed. She welcomed him nearly jumping onto her, kissing him back with same intensity until he was pulling away.

"I want to taste you," Castle told her.

"But…" Beckett started to say.

"My cock was just in your pussy," Castle said. "And I get the feeling you're wet." He studied her and was a little surprised at the way her cheeks flushed and he leaned down, gently kissing her on the lips before he murmured to her, "That's how much you love doing that?"

Nodding her head rapidly Beckett said, "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to either."

"Believe me," Castle said, reaching down and very gently fingering her swollen clit. "I want to." His wife biting at her lower lip for a moment was his answer and Castle descended on her body. He started with her breasts, kissing over both mounds reverently before he was sucking lightly at her nipples. He moved on quickly, sliding his lips all around her skin below her chest until he finally came to the mound between her legs. He kissed around it before going to her clit and starting to pleasure her in earnest, using his tongue and fingers wherever he could. When he finally got her to her peak, he was tasting her pleasure and hearing her crying out above him, more than enough to keep him aroused. When he ran his tongue over her folds a few more times he pulled away and saw her eyes were closed. "Kate," he murmured.

Opening her eyes, Beckett wrapped her arms around his neck telling him, "Touch me." When he started to move, she stopped him and told him, "With your cock."

Castle paused for only a moment and then moved around so he could do as she asked and he was rocking his hips while she gasped and moaned below him. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and moved so he could slip within her sex to her sliding her nails along his back. Sheathed within her fully he told her, "I fucking adore you Kate."

"I do too Rick," Beckett whispered, taking in him filling her. She had felt the same sensation twice already, but it was no less enjoyable as she could feel him starting to move. She was crying out and moving with her husband, holding onto him as they were fucking one another until they broke. She was dazed with her pleasure when her husband withdrew from her and she let him take her in his arms before they were kissing. "Hmm, Rick," she breathed. "I have… one more entry," she eventually told him.

"I know," Castle said, stopping though he'd gotten to her neck. He reached to her nightstand and grabbed the diary, handing it to her before he got some pillows ready for them both.

Once she was ready, pressing against her husband's side as he held her with one arm, Beckett started to read the diary entry she'd written after their anniversary.

December 15th, 1936 8:43am

I note the time because I wish to write now though I am a bit fatigued. Pleasantly, pleasantly fatigued.

Rick and I have had our anniversary and we were together so often that I must rest. But not just yet.

I forgot to mention that I wore for my husband of ten years a beautiful gown that I have been working on in secret while everyone was from the house. It made me feel glamorous and Rick told me repeatedly that I could have been in a movie, that I was prettier than even Jean Harlow. He's a bit in my favor, since we're married, but he's a swell sap and I did tell him that. Something else repeatedly, my love couldn't keep his eyes off my breasts through the night. The dress was a little bit thin, a bit tight at my chest and he was feasting with his beautiful, blue eyes. I hear him stirring but… no, he's gone to sleep again.

We spent some time after I wrote the second time yesterday exploring one another's bodies. Oooh, I feel my love's hands all over me now. He really does caress me everywhere, though he did at times ask for permission. Eventually he stopped; I made sure he knew my body was his to play with; and his fingers found my cunny and I was never happier until the next time we were coupled. I touched him in return, and I do love his form, it is a physique that I do enjoy and I loved running my hands over him. He didn't stop me whilst I played with his cock and his seed was all over me in the end, a bit of a mess but he helped me and I could lick at his fingers as well.

I must stop, I've pushed myself too far and I need him. I'll wake him up now and make him take me until I am screaming.

Taking the diary away from his wife, Castle tossed it to his nightstand before he was getting on her and whispering against her lips, "What should we do?"

"Touch," Beckett said simply. She could help laughing softly as her husband was nodding eagerly and they both got up. "But I want to do what we did there… in the end," she told him firmly as he was cupping her right breast.

"Okay," Castle replied before he was kissing her. He continued doing that as he was touching what he could of her body while she remained on her knees and continued until he had her laying on her back while he pleasured her with his fingers. He was intoxicated by the sight of her climaxing around them and once she had stopped he carefully withdrew his fingers.

Beckett could feel her arousal starting to return while she was watching her husband licking at his fingers. She pushed herself up and then went to his lips, kissing him deeply as their tongues started to play together. When they parted, she began running her hands over him, touching everything she could reach. She eventually found her husband's erection, running her hand up and down on it she was going rapidly and watching her husband's reactions to her before he was orgasming. As she had written in the diary, his release was ending up on her skin below her breasts and when she saw he was a little more recovered she told him, "Help me."

With a brief nod, Castle was following her lead as she was gathering his come and trying not to throw her back on the bed while she was licking at his fingers. When she had finished, he was about to speak but then changed his mind, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips. "Would you do something for me?" he asked her.

"My dress?" Beckett asked him. When he nodded, she thought for a moment and then got up, going to the dresser. "I'll need your help," she told him as she stepped into it. "Unless you want me to wear it at my waist."

"No, I'm coming," Castle said as he hurried over to her.

"I hope you will," Beckett replied.

"That's not my line?" Castle asked her as he was pulling the zipper up.

"I can say it," Beckett said as she turned around to face him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and murmured, "I still want you to fuck me."

"I can do that," Castle replied. "But a little right here?"

"Okay," Beckett said with a smile as he looked so hopeful. She walked with him over to his side of the bed and she waited for him to sit on the edge. As soon as he was set, she was climbing on top of him, straddling him while her skirt was at her waist. It took little time for them to become coupled again and once she was set, she started to move. She bounced on him outright though it ended with her having to repeatedly draw his length back. After a while of that she said in annoyance, "Okay, just lay me down Rick."

Castle didn't say anything, moving with her so he could enter her as soon as her skirt was back up. He thrust furiously within her, wanting to feel her better than he had with her on top as it had been a tease with him slipping out of her so often. After they had reached their peak close to one another he was pulling away from her so he could go down to her breasts.

Feeling her husband kissing all over her chest Beckett moaned in joy before she stopped him. "Let me take it off, it's not very pleasant while I'm sweating," she told him with a smile.

After he'd unzipped it for her Castle said, "I like the back of it."

"I'm not surprised you do," Beckett replied, smiling at him while she let her dress slide off her body. When it was back on the dresser, she went to him and said, "I did love wearing it for you though."

Climbing back onto the bed with her, Castle gently cupped her ass and asked her, "You mean you didn't mind me ogling your breasts?"

"Oh no, it added to my arousal," Beckett replied easily as she ran her hand along his side. Since they were laying on their sides and looking at one another she was caressing his before running her fingers up his arm. "More touching?"

"Yes," Castle replied, allowing her to touch him first. He watched her as she was gently running her fingers along his skin, letting go of her ass to help her, and he kissed her eagerly when her lips came to his.

Beckett couldn't stop herself, going down to his length and lightly fingering the tip of it before she brought her finger up to her mouth. "More?" she asked her husband.

"Yes but… I'm going to end up fucking you at some point," Castle replied.

"You can, I do want you to," Beckett said with a smile.

"Then please continue," Castle replied before he looked at his wife with wide eyes as she was pushing his shoulder. He lay on his back and watched her touching him again before it somehow ended up with them coupled once more. When they had stopped, he panted, "I don't… I don't want to make you… you sore tomorrow."

"You won't," Beckett said. "Exercises," she added, not surprised when he groaned heavily. "Can I show you?"

Castle stared into his wife's eyes before he was leaning down to her, kissing her passionately before he felt her clenching her sex around him. He groaned, keeping himself from thrusting, until he felt as if he was going crazy. "Kate, I love you…" he started to say.

"I love you too," Beckett said before they were kissing again. Once they parted, she murmured, "You want me?"

"Desperately," Castle said seriously.

Cupping her husband's cheek, Beckett was still and she told him, "So do I. Fuck me Rick, fill me with your come."

"Goddess," Castle breathed before he kissed her keenly.

Beginning to make love roughly, Castle and Beckett lost all sense of time as they found they were more than a little hungry for each other physically. Though they would talk a little between every bout they would end up spending together, they wouldn't leave their bedroom until later the next morning. Neither cared to think of the next day, focusing all their attention and energy on sating their appetite for their intimacy until exhaustion took them over and they slept wrapped up tight in each other's arms.