All the usual disclaimers apply: I don't own Castle, never will, and certainly have no chance of ever profiting from it.
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He's always led a rich and varied fantasy life. (It helps that he gets paid to make stuff up.) But nowadays, instead of dreaming about vacuous blondes who hang on his every word and ask him to sign their breasts, he finds himself increasingly fixated by visions of a slim brunette who mocks him, challenges him—and captivates him. He's got enough material for at least ten more sex scenes between Heat and Rook, but if the occasional fantasy about handcuffs and the break room table still crops up, well, he can only hope that life will eventually imitate art.