A/N Hey everybody! This is a little bit of wickedness I have teamed up to write with Kimmiesjoy! And as she would say: "and where wicked leads, madness follows!" Enjoy!

It takes him a while before he realizes the time, he's yawning, eyes roaming the darkness of Kate's apartment. Its pitch black aside from the TV flickering, light re bounding around the room, it's volume low. It was meant to be on for background noise while they poured over the case, soon becoming a distraction when the day weighed them down and tiredness drove them to the couch.

Files and papers are strewn about the coffee table, a few cartons of takeout scattered about. And Kate, who he swears was talking a few minutes ago, lays slightly against his side. Heavy against him as she relaxes in her sleep. He guesses he drifted someplace else. Her voice in his mind like a sexy voice over. Just merely talking about the evidence in the current case. But even that is a turn on. Her voice alone. The dips, the husk. He imagines what it would be like to have her purring nonsensical things into his ear. She could be saying anything and he would be enraptured, completely taken, and speechless.

Maybe he dozed off, maybe he just zoned out.

Where did the time go?

Apparently it's been a while, his shoulders ache from the angle his head fell into, and there is a pleasant numbness where she rests on him. By the feel and sound of it, Kate is deeply asleep at his side and all he can hear is her shallow breaths. The steady, reassuring, rise and fall of her chest against his arm, and the tiny sound of voices from the TV.

He doesn't dare look at her while he carefully searches for the remote. If he does... he will never leave. Better to locate the remote, shut the TV off, clean up and leave. Oh! And lock the door on his way out so he's not tempted to return. Even now his fingers are tingling. So badly wanting to reach out to her. He draws both hands into fists.

Where is the remote?

Kate sighs in her sleep.

Dammit.

He just looked.

Sees a smile flicker across her face in the darkness. The light from the TV casting a perfect glow on her beautiful face. He remembers how it looks in the moonlight. Perfect skin cast in a perfect contrast of light and shadow as they wait at a crime scene. Or that night undercover. He thinks of it all the time.

He can see her eyes moving behind her eyelids, and now he wonders what she is dreaming about. This soft flicker of those greens, flecked with brown. As he stares, now transfixed, he can almost see them, outlined with those lashes.

God those eyelashes.

Focus!

Where is that remote? He scans the table and the floor, what he can see of it without disturbing her.

There it is.

How did it end up on the back of the couch? More importantly how is he going to get it?

It's behind Kate and she's currently asleep against him. He would have to pull his arm up and out from her warm body, which means moving and she's so warm. Still staring down at her, he looks between her sleeping form, so peaceful, to the damn remote teetering on the back of the couch. He ponders his next move, she's not completely lent into him, so if he just, everso slowly, moves his arm.

Castle starts to move, as he thinks the action his body starts to comply. But then her hair is tickling the back of his arm. He freezes, his arm tingling at the soft tresses. He had pulled his sleeve up earlier, literally rolling them up to dive into work, and then dinner, and now wishes he hadn't. He feels the soft slip of her hair as it slides off him, until his arm meets the cool air of her apartment.

He's free.

Regretfully.

With his arm now up over her head, his eyes snap to the remote, and he goes for it. She moves on a sigh. His body tenses.

Oh my god, she's humming in her sleep and her arm is sliding over his midsection.

He's frozen in place.

With his arm on the back of the couch fingers barely touching the remote, he can feel his muscles go taut in his abdomen. He tries not to tremble, his breath caught in his throat. Kate hums softly once more, he can feel it in her fingers as they move upwards.

And now her face is crooked in a wicked smile. He wonders for a minute, just a split second, if she's awake, if it means something more. His heart quickens at the idea. The urge to make a joke about this being some sort of come on hangs on his tongue. It dies away in the darkness of her apartment, when he sees her face still so relaxed.

She's still asleep. He can tell by her breathing, the way her eyes flicker again behind her eyelids. She's in a deep sleep. And she has no idea what she's doing. With her own body or to his, she is completely clueless.

Castle takes a chance while she is still, and clasps his hand around the remote moving his arm down before clicking it off.

The room goes dark.

She might kill him when she wakes up, but he lets his arm come down lightly around her. And then she's moving again. Up, up, seeking out his warmth.

When did it get cold in here?

With her hand now at the collar of his shirt, her head rests on his clavicle. Her hot breath against his neck, rising goosebumps, and an electrical current spreads rapidly from that point on.

His lungs are burning.

Oh right. Breathe.

He does, finally.

The air whooshing out of his mouth faster then he wanted. It ghosts across her hair, her forehead. Her hand tightens, and his body is so tense it hurts. Something wet touches his neck and he gasps, can't hold in the noise that could wake her as it rushes past his lips. His eyes widen and every nerve in his body is on high alert. Kate's mouth is open against the skin of his throat.

Everything is still.

His body is humming, her breath and lips against his flushing skin. He hears it first. That sexy moan of hers, and then she's rising up just a bit more, and she kisses his neck again. He can hear it, feel the warmth of her delicious lips on his skin. Her arm comes up, the other one which he lost track of, moves around his neck, tickling the back of his head. Her body shifts closer, turning her front into him.

She's practically on her knees on the couch. The top of her head brushes his chin. His head moves instinctively upwards and away from her touch. He gasps again when two things happen at once. First, her nails dig into the back of his head, and two, her lips have traveled with three open mouth kisses until they reach his jugular.

Is that her tongue?

His neck pulsates. "Kate." He whispers, gulping. Her grip only tightens, but her mouth stops, laying open yet flush with his skin.

"Mmm." She hums against him.

His eyes widen, and he takes in a sharp inhale, holds his arms up away from her body. But god does he want to touch her... just not like this.

She doesn't even know she's doing this. Killing him softly. She tortures him enough in the waking hours. But this? This is a whole new brand of suffering. Her body so warm against his, her breath along his skin.

And those lips.

Castle hums at the feel of her lips still at his throat. She moves at his vibrations. Her lips come off his skin, chilling it in her absence, and her head tucks under his chin. She smiles, he can feel it at his clavicle again. Her body relaxes, curling into him, and she shivers in the cold.

Castle sighs. Letting his arms come down. One fisting in the blanket to his right, the other lightly brushing her back on its way down. He waits several moments before he makes anymore movements. But when Kate does not shift, or wake. He finally lets his body relax. His heart easing against his sternum, which he is sure she can hear in her slumber. After another moment of silence, aside from his breathing mingling with hers. He pulls the blanket over them. And as he closes his eyes. She rubs her cheek against his chest on a small sigh. He smiles, and lets his hand rest lightly at her waist, before allowing sleep to overtake him.

Part one of two! May or may not turn into a multi chapter fic.

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