When Castle came back to Earth he was happily hugged to Kate and with his eyes closed, resting his head on her chest, feeling it up and down with her breathing. He was still dizzy and their bodies sweaty and fixed and... oh, yeah! He was still inside her, unloaded.

Rick smiled and did not move an inch. He wanted sleep for a while but then he felt pain in his knees. He opened an eye, looked around and raised his head surprised looking for Kate's eyes.

A sleepy Kate moved a little and opened her eyes. Beckett smiled when she saw Castle's worried face looking at her.

'Kate?' he whispered.

She did not talk but she asked 'what?' just with her gaze.

'Why are we on the floor?' Castle asked looking around.

Then Kate woke up completely and put her elbows on the floor and raised his chest, moving her breasts close to Rick's face. The detective looked around and observed that they were quite far from the bed, the sheets and pillows were scattered around the bedroom like if it had been a tornado.

'I think we were very focused on our... stuff' she said.

Rick was spellbound looking her nipples like a cat watching a fishbowl to play with it. Kate laughed seeing his reaction and her breasts trembled deliciously. There was a part of Castle's brain trying to 'reload his weapon' but he knew it was too soon for him, so Rick moved carefully to leave her.

Kate sighed when she felt that last caress on her sex. The writer realized and instead of getting up he sat beside her on the floor.

'If you want more I could organize a special visit ...' He said making his index and middle fingers walking along her thigh.

She smiled, holded his hand and kissed it.

'I really loved your special visits, but I prefer to wait for you.' Kate lend and kissed his lips.

'Mmmmh, so sweet... I could just eat you up...' he kissed her again.

They heard their stomachs growling and they both laughed.

Castle observed Kate and wondered if there could be a sexier way to wet fruit pieces in yogurt and eating. Possibly
not. Especially that way of clean a draining drop in her lip and suck her finger. Beckett and her elegant eating while
she was looking out the window of the dining room of the suite...Oh my God!. He was devouring his cheeseburger hoping
it would give the energy his body needed.

They were sitting facing each other around a transparent glass table that allowed him to contemplate her long legs
crossed sexily. It was a shame that Kate wore his lavender striped shirt, he would prefer to contemplate her with her
birthday suit. Meanwhile he had opted for the classic hotel white bathrobe, leaving everything to her imagination.

Then he realized one thing.

'Beckett?'

Kate looked at him sucking a finger with such a perfect innocence that she had deserved an Oscar. He swallowed.

'Mmmm... I had realized that this is officially our wedding feast' he said pointing the meal on the table.

'Ahem' Kate said waiting for more explanation.

'And there is no wedding feast without a champagne toast for the bride and groom' he said rescuing a bottle from the
ice bucket.

'So... what can we do? Phone Alexis or my father to make a speech?' She said watching him preparing two glasses.

'Mmmm... No, I think they didn't like to see us after... play in the tube, play in the bed and play on the floor.'

Beckett smiled while taking the glass of champagne he offered her like a gentleman.

'So?'

'So... I'm going to improvise some words' Rick said raising his glass.

'O.K.' she said with curiosity.

'Katherine, I've known you for 6 years and I think you couldn't have chosen better. Rick Castle is a man who will make
you happy in many different ways...' his rascal smiling revealed his intention.

Kate laughed.

'Don't laugh, Beckett, this is pretty serious.'

'I see'

'Rick Castle will make you happy in the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening, at dawn, in hotel suites, at home,
at his other home, in the shower, in his Ferrari, on the poker table, in the warehouse, on the stairs...'

'Ha-ha! Don't promise things you cannot keep, boaster.' Kate warned.

'I will!... and up your Harley... against the board of crimes, on your desk, in the interrogation room... on the swings... and... well, that it's enough... for a week.'

He smiled with sparkling eyes like a naughty child, waiting for her toast.

'I want to say something important.' The detective said gravely.

Castle became serious.

'Swear to me that today is not cleaning windows day' She said pointing and smiling.

Rick looked at the big dining room window. He had no idea, and thought that to be a window cleaner at Four Seasons Hotel
should be a really interesting job.

'No. Not today.' He answered denying with his head like a kid.

'O.K. Toast'

Both finally clinked glasses and drank.

Well, Rick drunk but Kate just wet her lips. She took apart her glass and staring into his eyes.

'Is something wrong, Kate?' The writer asked.

This had been a 'light' chapter after all the sexy things, I know.