Ch. 5

"Castle what are you even doing down there," Beckett called from the upstairs loft, dressed in an outfit that Castle had hung behind the door much earlier in the day.

Their afternoon had been relatively pleasant. After their walk along the creek they thought it would be fun to drive the fifteen miles into town. There they had spent an hour walking in and out of the few shops that lined main street which had been nice but given the day what they really wanted was some alone time so they had gone back to the cabin.

They hadn't even yet made it to the porch when they started making out and when they did make it inside they only got as far as the living room and not even to the couch.

After a short time of love making, Castle had thought it would be nice to take their little party to the upstairs loft and so they did. Both their bodies completely bare, they made their way upstairs and stood in front of the main window in the loft bedroom.

So many times Castle had seen his wife in all her natural beauty and he was still amazed. He had gently pushed back her hair so that it opened up a view to her shoulders.

The electricity Beckett felt when Castle touched her skin was like nothing she'd ever felt before. She hadn't been a virgin when they'd met but her body hadn't acted the way it did with him either. And in the countless times of their love making since their first time together, his touch on her body, the way he lightly caressed the skin on her shoulders with one hand, making a curving motion to her hips, lingering on the tattoo she had just below her pants line and lightly stroking her breast with his other hand, never had she felt so comfortable and so ease with a man before.

She had had other partners but she'd never loved them. She had constantly held back out of fear of complete intimacy that went beyond sex and out of the notion that with her mother's death she could never really let go and embrace life. Castle was different. By some miracle, maybe even fate, he had gotten through. He had broken through her walls. The moment she had shown up on his doorstep she had let go and embraced him completely. She had allowed herself to be loved, to be taken into his bed and had allowed him see her for all that she was in the shadows of the rainy night.

It was that sense of security that she felt that had her standing in the loft. It went beyond the fact that she was a wife and he was her husband. As he took her by the waist and brought them in close, she could feel as her loins began to pulse, the wetness seeping out, her body ready for him. She could feel that he was ready for her as well. Beckett was used to the feeling but it still elicited a sense of awe that transformed into an almost spiritual like state of being- how two people could be so compatible that it was more than just sex, their bodies coming together, the sharing of souls.

Their bodies connected, Castle lifted his wife up, and Beckett wrapping her legs around him completely; they made their way to the bed and continued in their magical dance.

Castle came to the doorway. For a second his mouth dropped as he saw Beckett wearing the single right sided strap floor length red dress with a slit near the leg. It looked absolutely stunning on her. Red was certainly her color.

Castle looked pretty fine himself, wearing a simple tux and red tie to match.

"What?" Beckett asked with a smile.

"You look absolutely incredible Mrs. Castle," he whispered softly.

"You're looking pretty handsome there yourself Mr. Castle."

Castle offered up his arm which Beckett took. "You ready?"

"Are you going to tell me what's going on?" Beckett asked despite having some inkling. It was hard not to imagine what Castle was up to downstairs especially as the smell of roses and lavender began wafting upstairs.

"You'll see," Castle said as the couple walked out of the room.

They made their way downstairs to the kitchen slash dining room. A row of rose petals lined the floor that led directly into their bedroom. It was dimly lit with soft lamps and candles which fit the mood perfectly. Covered dishes remained on the table and glasses of the wine that Castle had bought in town were filled at relatively minimal level.

In the background an instrumental version of their wedding song "In My Veins" by Andrew Belle was playing softly.

"Babe, I don't even-," Beckett said as she fumbled for the words to describe the setting.

"Good thing we're not in New York otherwise I would have managed to screw this day up."

Beckett let out a small laugh as Castle walked over to the table and pulled out a chair. "M'lady."

Beckett smiled as she took her seat. Castle removed the lids from the plates to reveal a meal of cooked salmon, salad and French rolls.

Once they were both seated Castle lifted his glass of wine. "Happy Valentine's Day," he said.

Beckett brought her glass to his, the sounds making a clinking noise, "Best Valentine's Weekend Ever."

Castle and Beckett smiled at each other for a moment before turning to their lavish dinner as they proceeded with the rest of their evening.

~END~

Author's Note:

Not where I had intended this to end but it seemed like the perfect place

so the other final scene, I have decided to include as a deleted scene instead.