A/N: First I want to apologize to any of you that aren't receiving the proper chapter notifications. The site doesn't seem to be cooperating with me lately and updates have been a little wonky. That being said, please note that this is chapter 3. If you did not receive a notification for chapter 2 you would do well to go back and read that one first and then move onto this chapter. Also, if anyone can let me know what notifications you've received or not received so I have a better idea of what's going on that would be greatly appreciated.

Second, I have finals this week and have only completed half of the next chapter for Return to the Fold and the first part of the next chapter for this story so this will probably be my last update for a few days. If you'll bear with me during this time, I should have plenty of time to write after that.

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They never talked about it. By the time Beckett had cleaned herself up and ventured down the stairs, Castle was in the middle of throwing together some grilled sandwiches for lunch.

She had entirely forgotten the reason she'd returned to the loft in the middle of the afternoon until the scent of melted cheese and deli meat set her stomach rumbling. The writer and detective sat at the high-top counter and ate a peaceful lunch as if nothing had happened.

Life in the loft continued as usual and no one made mention of the fact that Beckett was still living there two weeks later.

By now she was comfortable in the Castle home and didn't think twice about descending the stairs late at night wearing only a tank top and panties to grab a drink from the kitchen.

She nearly dropped the glass held clutched in her hand when her sleepy mind registered a light flicking on in Castle's bedroom. It was late and she hadn't expected anyone else to be awake, much less downstairs.

She took a quick sip of the water and then set the glass on the counter, her curiosity getting the better of her. What could he possibly be doing this late at night?

Castle awoke with a start. His dreams had been a jumble of heated flesh and softly whispered words that left his mind reeling and a painfully hard erection springing from between his legs.

He sighed and reached over to turn on his bedside lamp. It wasn't the first time he'd had similar dreams but they had been occurring much more frequently since he had first seen that shadowed picture of Kate Beckett using the shower head in his guest bathroom to bring herself to orgasm to thoughts of him. Knowing that she had seen him watching her pleasure herself the second time and that not only had she refrained from panicking but that she'd held eye contact with him while she reached that elusive peak hadn't helped matters either.

The writer knew he wouldn't be able to return to sleep until he had dealt with his raging erection. He lowered his hand to palm his manhood through the thin material of his sweatpants as memories of the dream that had woken him played through his mind.

Beckett moved forward as if in in a dream, through the loft to Castle's office and then on to the bedroom beyond. She felt her mouth go dry when she saw the obvious tent in her partner's sweats and watched him grasp his thick member through them.

The man's eyes were closed as he teased himself through the thin covering and Beckett didn't even realize that her feet had continued to draw her forward until she came to a stop beside his bed.

She couldn't stop her next action if she had tried, instead watching her hand reach out for the man before her as if it belonged to someone else. It wasn't until she had grasped the band of his pants and pulled it down to release his erection that her conscious mind awoke once more to the sound of her partner's gasp.

Her eyes flew up to meet Castle's as he lay there watching her, confusion and arousal dueling to take place as the dominate expression on his features.

Beckett merely gave him a small smile and then refocused her attention further south, taking him in hand and sliding it up and down experimentally.

Castle groaned at her touch. He didn't know where she had come from or why she was there but he wasn't going to argue when the woman had his cock gripped perfectly in her hand and was pumping it slowly.

He could only watch as she lifted one leg to kneel on the side of the bed and it was then that he noticed what she was wearing, or a lack thereof. The sharp points of her nipples could be seen through the thin material of her tank top, betraying her own arousal as much as her widely dilated pupils. Her panties were black lace and it took all of his control not to reach out and feel them against his fingers. He feared that any unexpected movement would break whatever spell they were under, so he lay back instead, content to see what his partner had planned for him.

And boy was he glad he did when after a minute of gliding her hand over his hardened shaft, her movements gaining in confidence with every pass, she leaned forward and tentatively licked his sensitive head.

Castle worked hard to keep his hips from jumping at that first touch of her tongue on his sensitized flesh and was rewarded when she repeated the motion, more firmly this time. Her hand continued pumping as her mouth went to work on his tip, licking as if it were her favorite ice cream cone. It wasn't long before she had moved the rest of her body onto his bed and between his legs so she could have greater access.

Another moan reverberated in his chest when she ran her tongue from the base of his shaft to the very tip of his head and then she engulfed him. Wrapping her sinfully beautiful lips around him she took him into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. Sucking lightly on his oversensitive flesh and pressing the flat of her tongue urgently against the frenulum at the base of his bulbous head was enough to break his tenuous control. Castle's hips thrust upward, pressing more of his length into her mouth but she didn't break her stride. Swallowing him like a pro she took him in. Pressing herself down onto his shaft she took as much of his generous member as she could manage. And then she began to move.

Bobbing her head up and down, she kept a constant suction of her lips around him.

"Shit" Castle cursed when she gripped his upper thigh, her nails digging into the sensitive flesh and leaving half-moon crescents that would be visible the next day. He fought against the urge to bury his, fingers in her hair, settling instead for gripping her shoulder tightly as the force of the suction she was applying hollowed out her cheeks.

Beckett began to alternate then between moving her lips up and down his member and pumping his shaft in her hand while she licked and sucked her way around the head of his cock. Never falling into one rhythm for too long and always keeping him guessing as to what she was going to do next was both building him up and keeping his orgasm at bay until he was nothing but a quivering mass of flesh. Putty in her hands to do with as she pleased.

He couldn't take it anymore. He had to come or he was going to lose his mind so the next time she switched to taking his length into her mouth, he allowed himself to do what he'd wanted to since he opened his eyes to her beside his bed. He tangled his fingers in her bountiful locks and was surprised at the wanton moan she released when he did so. The vibration of her moaning around his erection was doing interesting things to his anatomy and he thrust his hips once more causing her to moan again.

Castle tentatively began to move his hips. Small motions so that he wouldn't accidently press more of his length into the wet heat of her mouth than she could manage. When she didn't complain, or pull away, he allowed himself a greater range of motion.

Soon he's thrusting into her mouth and down her throat, using his grip on her hair to hold her in place. Still gentle so as not to accidently harm her.

He feels the familiar building in the base of his spine and knows he's moments away from the release he's been so desperately seeking so he reluctantly pulls his hands away from her head and stops pumping his hips up and down. He's not going to let go like that without her permission and since they haven't spoken it's not a chance he's going to take no matter what his lesser brain may wish for.

Beckett pauses for a moment, as if confused and he nearly blows his load right then and there when she looks up at him with her lips still wrapped around his cock. Whatever she reads in his eyes must answer the question she was asking because she tests his tenuous control once more by winking at him, the wicked woman, and then going back to her task with gusto.

She goes at him like a woman possessed. Sucking hard on his tip and then pushing down, and down until his entire length has disappeared between those sinful lips. He groans at the realization that Kate Beckett is kneeling on his bed, deep throating him, and he couldn't hold back if he wanted to.

Release hits him like a train and he spills his load into her mouth. She swallows everything he has to give her and then some, taking the time to lick his softening length clean before finally releasing him and tucking him back into his sweatpants.

She graces him with one more squeeze of her hand on the thick muscle of his upper thigh before slipping from his bed and walking back out of his bedroom door as suddenly as she had come.

Despite her quick departure she couldn't hide the giant grin that had overtaken her face from him. Detective Kate Beckett had just given him, Richard Castle the best blowjob of his life. He didn't know what was happening in the darkened confines of his loft over the past month but whatever it was, he wanted to know how to keep it moving forward.