Title: The Best Kind of Hangover- Midmorning Sunshine
Rating: M
Pairing: Castle/Beckett
Disclaimer: Though Castle's voice / can haunt my head / And makes me write / until I'm dead. / He's not my character / but Marlowe's alone / I just toy with the story / and put it back when I'm done.

Author's Note: Wait a second here… Somebody's poking my brain...

Castle: And then what?
Me: Huh?
Castle: What happens next?
Me: What do you mean, what happens next? Didn't I write enough for you?
Castle: Heck no. You can't leave it like that. That's leaving a stupid, terrible cliffhanger that nobody's going to like. It's only the beginning of the story, not the middle or end, and you have to give the readers what they want. If I was reading this, I'd feel a little cheated.
Me: Well, I'm sorry I don't meet your literary standards, Mr. Castle.
Castle: That's ok. Few people can boast 26 bestsellers and a whole lot of blog posts. You're still an amateur.
Me: So… cliffhanger? I can't do that?
Castle: No.
Me: And you want more?
Castle: *scoffs* It's not a matter of if I want more. It's what the readers want. And THEY want more.
Me: …You just want to see what happens between you and Beckett, don't you?
Castle: …Was it that obvious?

More. Couldn't resist, so I started typing and here we go… (By the way, thanks to everyone who has favorited and put me on Author Alert. And especially CastleFan1012 for reviewing. You all rock!).

Every bone in his body hurt. His butt hurt. His back hurt. His arms and his hands and his legs and his feet, all of it was on fire by the time he got a chance to catch his breath. She is GOOD. So, so good at what she does, it's extraordinary. Castle didn't know what was up and what was down when she got through with him, and frankly, he could care less. In the blackest night, or brightest day, she could do whatever she wanted with him. He'd love every minute of it.

She'd fallen back to sleep, some fallen angel in the midmorning sunshine. He loved watching her peaceful slumber, with a little moan every once in awhile as she shifted around… it was so cute. It made her look soft, vulnerable, and sweet, in that strong, endearing kind of way.

His fingers tried not to disturb her when he stroked her face, but to no avail. She moaned and cracked open those beautiful hazel eyes he could fall into every day for the rest of his life. A lazy smile spread over her lips. "Mmm, do that again. Felt real good."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't stop myself," he admitted.

"S'okay. I wanted to wake up anyway. What time is it?"

Castle checked the bedside clock, surprised by the lateness of the day. "Wow, a little after ten. Alexis's all-nighter should be ending pretty soon…" He knew he looked like a scolded puppy with the look he gave her next. "I have to go pick her up."

"No," she shook her head slowly, pulling herself up onto his lap and kissing his nose. "We do."

"You want to…? Oh." He moved his head upwards so he could do his part. "Then there's got to be some sort of 'getting ready and cleaning up' involved."

Kate stroked his cheek and winked, shimmying out of his reach. "I know. Which is why we need to get ready first. I call shower."

"Hey, not fair!"

She chuckled, and ran in, started the water with the sound of rain, and peeked back out in a cloud of heat. "Well? Are you coming?"

She didn't have to tell him twice. "Best. Relationship. Ever."