AN: This is the shortest and final chapter in my Season 4 John Woo arc of what was suppose to be a general series for one or two shot fics. I never intended to write five chapters for this arc, but it was a fun ride. I hope you've enjoyed it. I especially enjoyed weaving in lines and moments from 5x01 and 5x02.

She invades his dreams. After having two dates with her and spending hours getting to know her body, he can't help but dream about her – his muse, his partner, his best friend, his lover.

He startles awake around 6:30 in the morning and glances around the room. Beside him, the bed is empty, but he instantly knows his time with her was real because this is not his bed. This is not his bedroom. He wonders where she is when he catches a whiff of coffee and then sees her entering with two steaming mugs. She could've thrown her robe on or anything since they're in her apartment, but she chose his dark red shirt from yesterday's date. He likes that. A lot. It looks much better on her than on him, he thinks. He notices not all the buttons are done up, and her legs seem to go on for miles. She's also wearing a smile, which he matches once his eyes land on hers.

"I made you coffee," she says moving closer to him and handing him a mug.

"Thank you," he says, blowing on the coffee before taking a sip.

"It's not as good as yours, though," she admits, sipping from her mug. She walks around to her side of the bed and sits against the pillows with her legs stretched out on the bed.

"It can't be. Mine has a special flavoring that I can't tell you."

"Ohh. A secret ingredient, huh?"

"Yes, and if I revealed it, then you wouldn't need me around anymore."

"Ohh, Castle…" She shakes her head, smiling. "I think I have more reasons to keep you around besides coffee. Last night proved it."

"I hope I'm good for more than my coffee-making and sexual skills."

She takes a shaky breath, feeling just a tad anxious by this being their first proper morning after. Yesterday morning they hadn't crossed the sexual line yet. "You are," she says without elaborating. She sips more coffee and sets her mug down on the bedside table. He sets his mug down too and says, "Speaking of last night…"

"Mmhmm," she cuts in, wondering what precisely he's about to bring up.

"It was amazing." He takes a breath, and she looks relieved. "So you liked it," she asks, "All of it?"

How can she question that? "You didn't hear me complaining, did you," he quips.

"No, but… Just making sure." She can't stop the blushing as she recalls their night of pleasure and discovery. "You, uhm, liked how I used my mouth?"

"Oh yes, especially that part." He leans in to whisper, "And I loved tasting you." Her whole body shivers, and she feels a rush of heat between her legs. She bites her bottom lip, which turns him on.

"But…" He leans back and speaks louder. "This morning you got up and dressed yourself, depriving us of waking up naked together. That's a little cruel, Beckett."

She wants to laugh, but his tone is so serious and his pout is adorable. "I am sorry, but do you not approve of my attire?"

"I do." He slowly gazes down her body and her bare legs, feeling eager to help her out of his shirt. "Very very much."

"Then there really isn't a problem, is there?" She bends a knee, which captures his full attention. She watches his eyes travel over her knee and thigh to stare between her legs. "You're not," he begins to say. "No," she responds innocently, "Is there a need for underwear, Castle?"

He groans. "Kate, you have me feeling…" His ability to speak vanishes when she starts unbuttoning the shirt. She knows exactly what she's doing to him and loves this seductive power she has over him. She teases, "Cat got your tongue, Ricky?" Pulling the shirt open, she asks, "How's it look now?"

His breath hitches. He answers, "Even better," and drags her to him, removing the shirt and showing her the intense desire he's feeling for her.

They lie as a sweaty heap on her bed after enjoying a round of frenzied sex. "Whew. And here I thought we couldn't top last night," she exclaims breathlessly.

"I don't know where that energy came from," he replies.

"I know right?! I mean, after two late nights in a row and 4 rounds last night…" She trails off, having made her point.

"Those 4 rounds are what I mean. We didn't get that much sleep."

She smirks. "We're something, aren't we?"

"Mmmhmm, and I still had no idea."

She giggles and responds, "I know." She kisses his cheek, checks the time on her phone, and groans. "I have to get ready for work."

"Damn. They couldn't give you two days off?"

"Well, who knew I would want two days off?" She leans over to kiss him before climbing out of bed.

He watches as she searches for clothes to wear, admiring the naked view. "I'm so glad we had this morning."

"Me too." She slips on a pair of black lace panties, partially to drive him wild.

"Now that's not fair. How can I function normally today when I know you're wearing such sexy panties?"

She laughs, feeling smug. "There isn't a murder, Castle. You don't even have to come in."

"I might want to stare at you and pester you. Like my typical annoying self would."

She finds a matching bra and puts it on, saying, "If you do come in, don't give anything away. Remember the dating policy?"

"I remember. I will be on my best behavior." He wishes he could watch her the entire time but knows her going to work means he has to leave her apartment. He goes to his bag on her dusty pink armchair and rummages through, pulling out the outfit he had packed for today.

They dress side-by-side, sneaking glances at each other and sharing smiles. She maneuvers in and out of the bathroom, and he keeps bumping into her while retrieving his clothes from yesterday. They nearly collide when she reaches for a pair of shoes and he turns to head to the bathroom holding his toothbrush and toothpaste. They haven't done this before – preparing for the day together. They don't have the rhythm down.

They sip more of their coffees in between tasks, and at some point it dawns on him that he's witnessing how Katherine Beckett gets ready for work in the morning. He loves it.

He has his bag ready on her made bed, and he stands in the bathroom doorway watching her apply the last of her makeup with adoration. He doesn't say anything, but she sees him through the mirror.

"You look very nice," she remarks, deciding not to comment on the staring because she figures she has to get use to it like she has at work.

"You look sexy," he responds without an ounce of shame.

Her expression changes to fear. "I'm not supposed to look sexy. I need to look the same – how I was before we became a couple. So no one can tell." She finishes her makeup and rushes past him. He quickly grasps her wrist to stop her and turn her to him. "Hey, no one is going to know we're together by the way you are dressed. And you do look the same…to everyone else. Don't worry."

She feels silly as she glances down at her white blouse, slim jeans, and heeled boots. "You're right."

"Can I hear that again? Or get it in writing?"

Looking up at him, she states, "No." She takes a deep breath and relaxes into him, gliding her arms around him. His arms naturally find their way around her, holding her close. "I still can't believe we made it, that we're together now," she says softly.

"I am so glad I invited you over for John Woo night."

"Me too. And that I slept over." She kisses him. "A part of me isn't ready to share you with the outside world yet," she whispers before kissing him again.

"I won't know how to function today without being able to kiss you and touch you. Might be best if I don't come in."

"Maybe we can have dinner tonight?"

"Just dinner?" He waggles his eyebrows and smirks.

She bites her bottom lip. "Hopefully more than dinner."

"I'd like that," he answers, giving her a long, slow kiss.

As she pulls away, keeping her eyes stern on him, she warns, "If you do come in to the precinct, remember to act normal. If that's even possible for you."

"I will. You have my word," he assures her.

"And we're both single. But don't go accepting any dates. If you do, I'll shoot you. Got it?" She appears stern and commanding, but to him she's adorable.

"Got it. Only as long as you don't either." This makes her smile, and she leans back in to give him more kisses. "Mmm wow," she whispers as she tears herself away for good, grinning while strutting to her kitchen.

He wants to say the words – the three words he feels strongly for her – but doesn't because he knows she knows. She may not be ready to hear them again, but he has hope that someday soon she will be. And she'll say them back to him.

One movie date opened the door. A fondness for John Woo brought them together, and their actions bonded them in new exciting ways. Both are looking forward to their journey in dating and to what their future has in store.