Thank you for all the reviews from the last chapter, they are so appreciated! Feel free to write many more;)! So this is the second chapter, I hope you like it!

I do not own Castle, as I do not live in Hollywood, and make millions of people happy by actually writing it!

Castle awoke in his room, lying on the bed.

This was all perfectly normal for a Saturday morning and all, except for two small details. One, he was naked, and two, well, Kate Beckett was lying next to him.

Also without clothes.

Castle smiled, his mind relaxing as he remembered last night. She had been right, all those years ago, during their first case together. It had been great.

Really, really great. Four years of build up, and now that it had played out, he was marveling in that one night of movies and relaxation had changed everything.

And it was so much for the better; that he knew for sure.

Castle pulled Beckett closer to him, her head resting on his chest, still fast asleep. He planted a kiss on top of her head, and began stroking her hair.

He smiled at how its usually perfect curls were tangled together, surprised that in its tangled state it could still be so soft.

Looking down at her sleeping form, he traced his fingers down her back, drawing light patterns, and feeling her shiver in her sleep at his touch.

Kate's eyelids fluttered, but she kept them closed.

She had just woken up, and felt momentarily confused.

Why was she in a different bed than her own, and snuggled up to someone? But then the night came back to her, and she smiled into Castles chest.

She could feel his hand on her hair and back, and never wanted his strong arms to stop holding her.

Then she opened her eyes, looking into his, and brought her face up to his for a tender morning kiss.

They stared at each other, and brushed lips again. Then she laughed, as their stomachs rumbled in unison.

"Pancake time for my lady?"

Castle asked, the old teasing back in his voice, almost surprising her after its much different tone in the late night.

"But of course dear sir, I would be delighted!" Beckett exclaimed, smiling and laughing at him.

They got up, with much difficulty, as they kept glancing at each other, and stealing kisses.

Beckett picked up Castle's shirt from the night before off the ground, and pushed her arms into it. Castle smiled at her from across the room, and pulled on an old pair of sweat pants, though he left his shirt off.

He went over to Beckett, and pulled her into an embrace, smiling at her and whispering,

"I love you Kate."

She pulled back slightly, and kissed him. Then she leaned up onto her toes and put her lips to his ear,

"I love you too Castle."

Then it was his turn to kiss her, his lips pressing against her furiously, as his shirt came off her, and they took a detour back to his bed.

A while later, they got up again, really hungry this time, and made their way down to his kitchen.

"So,"

Castle said to the gorgeous woman leaning up against his counter, smiling at him in a way no one else ever had.

"You would like pancakes I'm guessing?"

"Will they be as deadly as the ones you made me last time?"

she asked, as he raised his eyebrows to the "deadly" remark, thinking back to the time he had stayed the night, as a supposed body guard for her, and they had found a dead body at the door instead of the paper they were going for.

"Why Beckett, I don't know how you can even ask that question of me, you know I would make only the best for you!"

She just laughed, he was in such a teasing mood this morning, and she didn't mind one bit.

"So you will make me killer pancakes, then?" she said,

lifting her eyebrows this time. He just shook his head at her a smile throughout his entire face as he turned to the cabinets.

He took down all the ingredients, and started mixing them together, turning on the stove, and setting a pan on top of it.

When the batter was done, he poured it into the hot pan, and with a sly smile told her to go sit down, and that breakfast would be ready in a minuet. He turned, and went to the fridge, pulling out a carton of blueberries from it.

Turning to the pancakes, he dropped them into the batter before flipping them, and going to get the coffee ready.

He poured the coffee into two cups, and added their preferences.

Then he flipped the pancakes onto their plates, added some fresh fruit to the plates too, and then brought their plates, some maple syrup, and, of course, the heavenly coffee, second only to Kate's soul he remembered suddenly, from when Natalie Rhodes had shadowed them for a bit, over to the table.

Setting a plate down in front of Beckett, she smiled at him, saying thank you, and was about to cut into the food, when she noticed a sentence written in blueberries in her pancake.

She read it over, and laughed at him, with a look clearly saying, "Really?"

"Well," Castle replied to her expression, "Writing is kind of my thing."