A/N: Warning… this gets rather filthy at times… I think? Well, it kind of always is when what happens in this chapter happens… at least I think so. I also had some requests for a lil bit of "dirty talk" which I've tried to incorporate. I've always had embarrassment issues with writing this stuff, haha, so I hope it's ok. Eeeep. This was also supposed to be a short chapter with only one main event, but somehow that didn't happen. More smut for youuuu.

Kate has been practically floating all morning. They'd cuddled when they woke up. She'd smiled at Castle when he brought her coffee. She'd kept on smiling through breakfast. Then she'd smiled again, wider than any before, and suggested they spend some time at the pool. That's when the suspicion started. The novelist is now standing in his swim shorts, poised at the door of the pool house, wondering if he's going to survive the morning. When Beckett gets inspired…

He takes a deep breath, girds his loins, and steps outside. He's momentarily blinded as the sun, beating powerfully from above and reflecting off the surface of his expansive swimming pool. The greenery surrounding it shines, vivid, and in the distance the ocean shimmers, sweeping outwards towards eternity. The air itself is fresh, clean, so unlike the clogging, heavy air of the city. Castle is used to the fumes of New York of course, sometimes even relishes the mix of concrete, gas and street food. But when he leaves, remembers the rest of the world isn't overrun with the side effects of urban paradise… It's a welcome change. He breathes deeply, relishing the faint tinge of salty ocean. The warm air fills his lungs and leaves him calm, happy, and at peace.

A splash interrupts his zen and his eyes snap to the pool. When his squinting eyes see past the glare and focus on what's in the pool, all the fresh air, the serenity, the peace, leaves his body in a rush, replaced with a thick heat.

She's not even naked or anything, but hot damn his girlfriend is fine! Seriously, ridiculously attractive, both inside and out. Though it's the outer he's currently enjoying. A lot.

Kate is reclined on one of the floating loungers that stay in the storage shed most of the year. It's pure white. Combined with the bright sun and reflective pool it makes her lithe, tan body glow, radiant and pristine. He's amazed at how quickly she tans, the perfect skin tone to neither burn nor stay fair. The smooth, dark skin is lovingly enveloped in the most stunning bathing suit he's ever encountered. It's a rich, deep emerald that hugs her body in a downright sinful way. It's not even that skimpy but Holy Hannah… Definitely his new favourite swimwear of all time. The strap of the tops winds behind her neck, makes him want to follow its path with his fingers, wrap them around her neck, pull her in and kiss her till they pass out. Nestled between her breasts is a simple gold ring, keeping the two sides of her top together.

Her long, wavy hair fans out around her head like a chestnut coloured halo. Something sparks in his eye and his gaze drifts down. Her toes are sparkling purple. Have they been like that all weekend? He wants to suck them into his mouth, nibble, play with them. He's never been a foot fetish kind of guy but when it comes to her he wants it all. Her eyes are closed but the impish smile on her face tells him she knows he's there. They've always been in tune like that.

He quietly pads towards the side of the pool she's closest to. He's tempted to jump off and land a cannonball right next to her, knock her right off the lounger. It's what he'd do for anyone else but… She looks like something from a painting, a photograph, and he can't bring himself to ruin it. God, he really has turned soft. He contents himself with sitting down on the warm stone tiling, hot from the sun and rather uncomfortable but it's nothing compared to the heat she exudes. He dips his feet into the water, sighing at the cool relief. He swings them back and forth aimlessly as he watches her drift. When she gets too far she lets her hands fall into the water, paddling them gently until the lounger starts a meandering path back to him, unable to stay away.

Everything they've been through, they always find their way back to one another.

After a time, a soft sound fills the air. Holy crap… is she singing? He peers at her, assessing. Her mouth is barely moving but sure enough, a light music is swelling up from the long column of her throat and tickling the air. He's never heard her sing before, barely heard her hum; he finds himself entranced by it. It's quiet, very quiet, but it washes over him like a spell, holding him captive. She has an amazing voice. How did he not know this!? Her lips part and a few distinct words release, but he can't understand what she's saying… what language is that? The foreign sounds make the song all the more mysterious, alluring, beautiful. He could sit and listen to her for hours. After far too short a time, however, her voice gets softer and softer till there's only silence, and she opens her eyes. Oh god… the emerald of her suit, the sun, the white lounger… even the gold ring at her chest… they swirl together and enhance every feature; her eyes have never been so green, so bright. She could light up a city with the warmth, love and joy in those eyes. If it were possible for a human being to literally melt, Richard Castle would be dead right now.

Katherine Beckett wonders how she's not drowning right now. The way he's looking at her… God she really has gotten soft. She's okay with that, though, as long as only he knows it. And even he shouldn't know the true extent of her mushy thoughts. Good lord, his ego…? She'd had enough mushy softness the night before when he'd worshipped her body like the planet was at stake and it was the only way to save the human race.

Kate wants the fun back, the levity, the state where they don't have to talk about feelings and boundaries and the future. She wants to live in the moment, make him crazy, and she knows just how to do it. She quickly paddles her way over to him, the lounger gently bumping against the wall of the pool.

"Hey," she grins up at him.

"Hey," he grins down at her.

She deftly slips off the lounger, sinking down into the cool water. She takes a moment to relish it's embrace before swimming up, closing her eyes as she breaches the water and the sun's glare hits her. She raises her hands to sweep the wet hair back from her face as she opens her eyes. Castle is staring down at her, eyes big as saucers. She can't tell if he's breathing or not and a wide grin splits her face.

"I'm having some major deja-vu here," he whispers.

Her mind flickers back to their trip to L.A. She's always wished she could have seen his face when she emerged from the pool.

"The situations are quite similar," she nods, placing her hands on his knees to keep herself afloat. He shivers as drops of water from her hands run down his legs. "Except for one, vital difference."

"What's that?" he says in a rough voice. She bites her lip and runs her hands up to the edge of his shorts, playing with the hem.

"You get to touch me this time."

She watches him swallow deeply, his pupils dilating even in the harsh sunlight.

"And…" she continues, licking her lips and sliding her hands further into his shorts, scratching at his skin. "I get to touch you."

He gulps again. "Yup. Yup you do."

She leans forward and presses a kiss to his knee. She can feel him clench underneath her and glances up. Yeah, he's definitely ready for some touching. She kisses him again, opens her mouth and lets her tongue trace him. She can hear his heavy exhales as she works her mouth up to her hands, sliding them out of his shorts. She burrows her nose and mouth just under the lining and breathes out hotly, the warm air flowing straight to his groin.

"Kate!" he squeaks above her.

She bites down and his leg jerks. She pulls herself away and looks up at him, her eyes hooded under thick, dark lashes.

"Lose the shorts," she commands.

He hurriedly pushes himself up off the ground, moving to stand, but she reaches out and grabs his hips, keeping him steady as she swiftly unties the laces at his front. As soon as she can her hands are underneath, squeezing his ass before grabbing the shorts and pulling them down. Seconds later the swim trunks are flung behind her, left to sway on the gentle waves Kate makes as she moves in the water. Castle sits back down on the ground, hovering just on the edge of the pool, his legs submerged in water almost up to his knees.

The detective wastes no time. She's been hungering for this for days and now that she has him in her sights she's going in for the kill. One hand stays on his knee for balance while the other wraps around the base of his throbbing arousal. She takes him in in one confident sweep, filling her mouth with his rigid length until she could feel him bump against the back of her throat. Castle gasps in shock, his legs tensing under her hands as a ragged groan sounds from above. She hollows her cheeks, sucking hard as she slides up his length, coating him in her saliva as her tongue presses against him. She revels in the taste of him, a drop of salty pre-come already beading. Her tongue swirls over his head when she finally makes it up his length. She feels him shift and opens her eyes. His arms are spread wide, hands flat on the stone as he leans back, trying to keep himself steady and upright. She lets her gaze travel up the broad, tanned expanse of his chest. Her mouth waters to taste that part of him too, explore every inch of skin but alas, his chest isn't on her mission list for this encounter. She could make up for that later. Her eyes finally make it to his, pinning him with her green stare. His blue depths are unfocused and hazy, completely overrun with lust. Kate grins, a self-assured smirk that makes him want her even more.

She keeps looking at him as she dives down, once again swallowing him whole. His eyes screw up in the corner, trying to stay open while they roll back in his head. She sucks hard but stays in place, immobile, taking a long moment to enjoy the throbbing heat of him, velvety skin encasing rock hard man. A rock hard man who is completely at her mercy. She doesn't want to take advantage of that right now, though. This wasn't going to be a long, drawn out tease-fest like she often enjoys doing. No, this is to show him that all he'd expressed last night was returned, in full. Beckett wasn't the only one with some walls in place. He'd broken through some of his the day before and she intended to keep them firmly down.

She releases the pressure of her cheeks and he lets out a stuttered breath. Her tongue leaves a slippery trail on him as she trails it up, a zig-zagging, random path that leaves him with no ability to prepare himself for what might come next. This time when she makes it to his tip she doesn't sink down again. Her hot mouth envelops his sensitive head only, wrapping her tongue around him and giving intermittent, little sucks. Like someone who's ice cream cone is melting, and they have to work their way around the cone to make sure no drips escape.

"Fuck, Kate…" he swears. A hand shoots to her hair, tangling in the wet strands but when her perfect white teeth start nipping at him, he slips. His hand shoots back to the tiles and he groans, wanting to touch her, hold her, haul her out of the water and bury himself in her. But he won't, he can't, too lost in the moment, her mouth interrogating his flesh until she gets his final confession. Pulls it, drags it out of him with her red lips, tricky tongue and wicked teeth.

She releases him with an obscene pop, licking her lips, her eyes hooded as she looks at him. The water's reflections swirl and shimmer over her skin and she looks ethereal, like an angel… a smoking hot angel with a ridiculous talent at gifting pleasure. Her eyes finally break from his as she lets go of his knee, one hand still gripping the base of his straining erection. Her body sinks down until she wraps her free hand around his calf, stopping her descent. She snags the skin of his thigh, pulling the skin with her teeth as her head moves closer to him. She lets go of his tortured skin when her nose brushes his erection. Her mouth opens up and he sees a flash of her glistening tongue before she's wrapped around his balls, sucking them into her mouth one at a time and rolling them around, Her hand suddenly squeezes his shaft and he gasps, forgets how to breathe as the hand starts to pump, up and down, twisting, soft then hard, continuing the unpredictable pattern.

When Kate's had her fill she moves her mouth back to his length, small, open mouthed kisses starting at the bottom and working to the top. His abs clench at every touch, sweat that isn't caused by the summer's heat coating his body. Damn was she good at this. He'd been with women who enjoyed the act, but with Kate he could tell it was more than that. She loved it because she was doing it for him. Giving him pleasure got her off and that knowledge made Castle enjoy it even more.

"Kate," he murmured, voice shaky but encouraging. "How are you so good… at…" he cuts off on a groan when she does this thing with her hand and her mouth, working in unison. Then her other hand moves from his calf to join its mate, working its way under him until she finds his perineum and strokes and hoooly shit stars burst behind his eyes. Then it's all her mouth again, consuming him. And then her voice, her sweet, beautiful voice is singing against him, wordless and muffled by his arousal but he feels the notes vibrate through him, his blood catching fire, leaping with every change in tone, note, volume. It's the best love song he's ever heard and suddenly he knows he's not going to last much longer. His lack of endurance would be embarrassing if it were anyone but Kate in front of him. He kind of suspects this is her plan. No dilly-dallying, just straight up, fierce, erotic, blinding pleasure, an outpouring of her feelings for him.

"Kate, I don't think I can… I'm not gonna last…"

She pulls off him for a moment. Her voice is husky and divine. "Let go, Castle. Never hold back with me. Just let go."

Then she's back on him, her humming turns to groans, deep and guttural, like he's the most delicious thing she's ever tasted. The hand on his calf moves roughly up to his hip, gripping him hard and pulling on him. Castle's eyes almost pop from his head. Holy shit, is she giving him permission to…?

He grips the stone tiles beneath his hands and experimentally flexes his hips, thrusting forward into her mouth. She moans loudly, nodding her head and damn if that simple movement doesn't feel amazing too. His eyes want to close but he keeps watching her, her red lips stretched around him, his erection covered in her saliva as she bobs up and down, little waves of pool water rippling away from her. He flexes and thrusts again, bumping against the back of her throat. He opens his mouth to see if she's ok with that but her hands are gripping tighter and her mouth grows frantic, frenzied. Oh god she really is the perfect woman. He thrusts again and doesn't stop, her mouth moulding around him, accommodating and complimenting his every move as he begins the final climb.

They work together, give and take and then oh god he is right there, right on the edge and he wants to ask, one last time, if this is ok. He's finished in her mouth before, but only once, and he wasn't sure at the time what she'd thought of that. But her words last night… "If you want to fuck me against a fridge then do it." Use me for your pleasure... He decides to try his luck, trust her word.

"Kate," he chokes, giving a hearty thrust in warning. The hand at his hip shoots between his legs, massaging his sensitive balls, and then her teeth are… oh, oh god…

He slides a hand back, shifts all his weight onto it, and lets his other fly to her. This time, as he buries his hand in her hair, grips the nape of her neck and pulls her forwards as he thrusts into her willing, pliant mouth, he doesn't slip.

He moves with abandon, plunging into her mouth as he works her head and its thrust, thrust, two more thrusts before the sun explodes behind his eyes, ecstasy slamming into him like a truck, shooting up his spine and paralyzing for a single, breath-taking moment. He grits his teeth, wills his eyes to open to witness the incredible sight of Kate, working him like it's the last thing she'll ever do, milking every last drop from him, coaxing every last nerve to work overtime, heightening and prolonging his pleasure as long as possible.

Her eyes are closed, face screwed up in concentration as she tries to swallow all he has to give but despite her efforts, some of his climax slips from her full cheeks, dripping from her lips and down his length. He can see her throat working rhythmically, fast as it can. When he's finally been sucked dry, heart beating out of his chest she stops her relentless torture. He breathes a sigh of relief but its short-lived as he watches her resume her attack, her pink tongue lapping at his essence, cleansing him of every last, creamy drop. She finishes back at his tip, her lips and tongue comforting, affection, wrapping around him for one last soft suck before pulling away and opening her eyes. His limbs have lost all feeling, limp and heavy in the aftermath as his hand slips free of her hair to fall useless at his side.

Castle's mouth opens and closes, gaping like a fish but no words come out. What could he possibly say? He knows how he felt last night, the desperation to show her the depth of his love. Looking at her now, he knows what he must have looked like, because everything he feels is shining right back at him through her green-gold eyes. She slowly licks her lips before they spread into a beaming grin, a corner of her bottom lip stuck between her teeth for a moment before popping free. He grins back at her, sure he looks like a dopey fool but he's high on her, the pleasure she brought him, the happiness she exudes.

He tries to talk again and finally his vocal cords comply. "Un-fucking-believable," he announces. Her smile gets even wider, splitting her face.

"Glad to hear it," she answers cheekily.

"God you're amazing," he breathes, a hand rising to scrub his face, push his hair away from his forehead.

"So are you," she says quietly. Her voice is deep, almost a little hoarse, from working her mouth and throat so hard. He'd normally react to that, shiver, have some dirty thoughts but the words themselves… Argh! Seriously! His heart can't take any more of this! He'd kind of been hoping to hear a certain three words from her this weekend but now he's glad he hasn't. He doesn't think he'll survive, his heart, body, soul, already bursting. But he's already said it, so he's allowed to say it again, right? He sits upright, hands splayed on the tile bracketing his thighs, and looks down at her. She looks up at him, still beaming.

"I love you so much," he says.

He soaks in the sight of her little gasp, the quick rise and fall of her chest, the breath that can't get past her throat. She closes her eyes and lets her forehead fall to his knee. It takes several breaths for her to steady herself, but when she looks back up at him the smile is back.

"C'mere," she says, stretching an arm up to cup his cheek. Her touch is cool, drops of water dripping down his face and neck but he obeys, leans down as she pushes herself out of the water to kiss him. He opens to her right away, pleading for her tongue and she complies, eagerly tangling with him in a deeply passionate kiss. Castle wraps his arms around her slick back, scooting forward as far as he dares while pulling her forwards, still between his legs, needing to be closer to her. Her damp bikini top brushes his chest and he shivers, groaning into her mouth.

"Mmm, Castle," she murmurs against his lips.

"What do you need?" he asks, claiming her bottom lip with his teeth.

"You," she exhales. "Always you."

He kisses her harder, hands gripping her waist tightly, keeping her afloat. But he needs more, and moves his lips to her jaw, her neck, sucking the taste of sweat and pool water from her golden skin. He feels the vibrations of her throat as she moans, arms wrapping around his neck, fingers gripping his hair. He anchors her with his left arm and lets his right drift up her side, playing with the thin bikini strap at her back. Her breath quickens but he doesn't pull the string. He moves his hand to her front, palming her left breast lightly before slipping his fingers under the cup and wrenching it aside. He hauls her further up out of the pool as he bends over and his head descends, pulling her tight nipple into his mouth. It's cool from the water but heats quickly in the cavern of his mouth as his tongue worships it. Kate's hands tug at him, pressing him to her.

"More!" she pleads.

He scrapes his teeth over the soft, sensitive skin and she keens. He lets go of the bathing suit as his mouth travels to her other breast, quickly shoving that side away and greedily sucking her other sweet bud. His hand skims down her side, falling into the water and boldly slipping beneath her bottoms and squeezing her perfect ass. She pants against his mouth, trying to climb up his legs, out of the water, but it's too slippery, he's too close to the edge.

"Kate, stop, I'm gonna fall!"

"Don't care," she grunts against him.

"Mmph, no, Kate..."

"Just come in," she persists.

"Oh I intend to come, don't worry. In you."

She chokes on his tongue and pulls away. Her eyes are blazing, three shades darker now.

"Stand up," she commands, her voice deep.

He reluctantly lets go, shimmies backwards a bit before scrambling upright. The detective plants her hands on the tiles and stares him down while she emerges from the water, the muscles in her toned arms tensing as her legs leave the water, rise over the edge to frame her arms. She extends her arm forward like a cat stretching out, preparing to pounce and the sight of her lithe, glistening body, backlight by the summer sun is straight out of a glorified Hollywood movie. Or a porno. Fuck she's hot. She gracefully rises up, standing tall and starting towards him. He unconsciously takes a step backward. A dirty little chuckle escapes her as she reaches up and pulls some wet strands of hair from her face, running her fingers down the back of her head. Castle loves when she plays with her hair.

He feels a sudden obstruction behind him and whips around. He's backed up all the way to the covered sitting area, the edge of the coffee table digging into his side. By the time he turns around she's on him, grabbing his hips with purpose and forcing him to the side.

"Walk," she commands, and she's pushing him forwards. He's pushed and prodded, her touch burning his skin until he's standing in front of the coffee table, facing the small patio couch. She shoves and he falls back, sitting on the table. He frowns and lunges forward, hands reaching for her but she slaps them away.

"Watch, Castle," she purrs, and he looks up at her, slack-jawed.

"But I can help," he complains. He wants to touch her, tease her, please her. As much as he'd like to delve deep into her it's barely been a few minutes since his mind-blowing orgasm and he's not quite ready for another round.

"No help," she shakes her head and steps away from him, climbing backwards onto the little couch. She rises up on her knees and fixes her hair again, her arms stretching above her head and the pornographic tableaus continue. He grips the edge of the table tightly; worried he'd be bouncing up and down like an excited little boy else wise.

Kate grins at him and slides her hands down her body, gasping as she brushes over her breasts. The bikini has fallen back into place but the shape of her perky nipples stand out through the dark green. Her long fingers move confidently over her flat stomach, wasting no time as she slips a hand beneath the edge of her bottoms. Her mouth falls open as she feels her first touch, glancing over her sensitive mound before dipping a finger between her folds.

"Yes..." she moans.

He's transfixed by the sight of her slim wrist, the shape of her hand hidden from view but doing exactly what he wishes he could.

"Off, Kate," he growls. "Take them off."

Her hand flies out of the bottoms and to the thin ties at the sides, its opposite doing the same. With a flourish she undoes both sides in one move, the suit slowly peeling off her body. With what is definitely a giggle, she tosses them at him. He tries to catch them but his reflexes are slow, sluggish, his body still lethargic from release and he only manages to divert their path. They fall to the ground and lie forgotten.

Kate's fingers are already back between her legs, the legs that are sliding further apart on the cushions.

"Look at me, Castle," she directs, her hands falling to her knees and caressing up her inner thighs. "Look at what you do to me."

Her sex is pink and shiny, the evidence of her arousal clear to him.

"Just from touching you," she continues, dragging her middle finger through her folds, parting them. "Just from tasting you. God, it makes me so hot, Castle."

He groans, strained, wondering if he's ready for her after all.

"Do you know how many times," she says, her finger circling around her clit. "For how many years I would do this while thinking about you?"

"Tell me, Kate," he whispers.

Her finger moves back to her opening and dips inside. Her legs quiver.

"I lost count," she confesses, pushing the finger in as far as it could go. She's silent for a minute, working her opening before adding a second finger, stretching herself.

"Sometimes," she starts up again, "I'd be reading your books."

The writer swears under his breath.

"Your words would flow over me like a physical force, an actual touch, making me tingle and squirm."

She's squirming now, arching until her back hits the back of the couch, her hips thrust prominently forward. Her unoccupied hand drifts upwards to grasp the top of the couch beside her head.

"Then I'd get to a Nikki and Rook scene... when they make love..."

Her thumb moves to brush her clit and she winces.

"I would only ever see us, Rick. Always us. And I wanted it to be real so badly."

"So did I," he nods. "I tried not to, tried to keep you and Nikki separate, respect your wishes but..."

"It's ok," she forgives. "I kind of always figured that was the case."

"Am I so transparent?"

She laughs and it warms him. "I know you, Castle. I was always able to tell."

He frowns and shifts uncomfortably.

"It was cute," she grins, her tongue peeking out as she bites it lightly.

He makes a noncommittal sound, distracted by the third finger plunging into her silky depths, sinking in and out.

"Oh god," she whimpers. The thrill of knowing he's watching makes everything so much more intense, so visceral.

"So beautiful, Kate." He wonders that the fireplace off to the side doesn't ignite into a roaring inferno, sparked by her fire.

Her vocabulary descends into the realm of moans and sighs, working herself furiously, digging her heel into her bundle of nerves. She rests her head on the couch and moves her left hand down her neck to her chest, pulling a breast from her bikini and rolling her nipple, tugging and pulling, The sensation shoots straight to her core and her hips buck forward.

"Castle," she pants.

"I'm here," he answers, sitting forward on the table, pulling it forward so he's as close to her as can be without touching her, ruining the show she wants to give him.

"Castle!" she pants again, her tone becoming frantic.

"Do it, Kate, come on, you're so close."

"Almost there," she rasps, her hand making slippery sounds as she pounds into her own body, squeezing her nipple tight.

"Just let go, baby, please. Come for me."

She thrusts against her hand, arousal coating her thighs and with the help of his voice she finally finds release. A keening cry bursts forth as her body seizes, glorious liquid pleasure surging through her veins, her core muscles rippling and clenching. She finally collapses against the couch, sweaty and spent but thoroughly satisfied. Her eyes open to the sight of Castle giving her the sexiest, smirking smile she's ever seen. She grins right back.

"Did you like that?" she teases.

"You have no idea," he shoots back.

She slips her hand from between her legs and raises it to her lips to slowly suck her pointer finger into her mouth, moaning at the taste of her pleasure. But then she stops for no apparent reason. Her finger leaves her mouth and she pins him with a glare.

"Did you just call me baby?"

His eyes grow wide. "Oh, um…"

Her glare continues to burn.

"Woops?"

She lifts an eyebrow and it's his turn to frown.

"Actually you know what, no, no woops. Yes, I called you baby. You, evil seductive vixen that you are, were getting yourself off in front of me, rather spectacularly, and being not in control of my faculties, a term of deep seated endearment slipped from my mouth."

Her eyes soften just a bit.

"It was not meant to be in any way demeaning or insulting, it just… slipped out." He shrugs. "But if you really have an issue with it I'll try to avoid it from now on."

Her glare disappears as her nose scrunches up in thought.

"I've never allowed a boyfriend to call me baby before," she tells him with a faint tone of disgust for the term. "But then again…" Her slender finger skips back up to her mouth, her tongue peeking out to lick at the pad. "None of them were you."

He growls and lunges forward off the table, his large body crowding her against the back of the couch as he grabs her hand, rips her finger from her mouth and takes it in his own. He cleans all three of the digits she used before moving to her palm, her wrist. She's gasping as he does, rattling off a quick "Just don't let it happen too often."

When he's content that she's clean he pins her hand to the back of the couch and kisses her. By the time he's finished ravaging her mouth they're both breathless, bodies unconsciously moving to press together, searching for something to touch, appease the ache they both feet. He finally fits between her legs, grinding forward and she moans deeply, their naked centers brushing against each other.

Castle wraps an arm around her hips, another around her shoulders and spins them until she's on her back, spread across the soft couch cushions. Her legs automatically wrap around him. The couch is small and it's hard to coordinate their long bodies but they're nothing if not stubborn. If they want something, nothing can get in their way, and right now Castle wanted Beckett, and Beckett wanted Castle. Small couch be damned, within seconds he'd buried himself within her, twin gasps breaking through the quiet breeze.

They didn't take their time, there was no need for build-up. It was so very simple to just find a rhythm, pound into one another, glory in the feeling of being joined, being one. Castle gropes at her chest blindly, fumbling around to her back until he finds the strap of her top. He pulls at it desperately, rips the cover off and then there's nothing but skin. Warm flesh gliding against warm flesh as the wet slap of their bodies competes with their cries.

They finish at the same time, tumbling towards bliss in a symphony of fervent exclamations.

They lie together, silently, for a good time after, until their heartbeats stop racing and the sweat dries sticky on their skin.

Castle finally moves them, shifting so he's on the bottom while Kate drapes herself over him. He gathers her up and buries his head in the crook of her neck.

"You are incredible," he breathes, kissing her skin softly. She sighs and lays a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"You're incredible," she smiles.

"We're The Incredibles?" he gasps, framing her head with his hands and pulling her away from him. She giggles down at him before a serious look comes over her face. She ponders a moment.

"I could see you in that spandex suit, yeah," she nods, smiling cheekily.

"And I can see you in one too," he leers. "You're certainly as flexible as her."

"Hmm," her eyes crinkle at the compliment and she drops a kiss to his nose.

"Well one thing I know for certain we have in common with The Incredibles, and all other people, superpowers or not," she says, deftly rolling off of him, "Is the necessity of hygiene. I need a shower!" She stands up and stretches, a few joints popping. Her lean, naked body will never fail to astound him. She turns and starts walking away.

"Not without me," he states, standing up and striding after her, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

"You never tire of shower sex, do you?" she laughs, shaking her head in wonder.

"It's not the shower, Kate," he says. "It's you."

To Be Continued...

Ok I have to tell a story of the writing of this… My life is nutso lately but I always have the urge to write. So I says to myself "Bring the laptop to work and just hide in a corner" so that's what I try. But then, well, it's work, so obviously I can't actually hide anywhere, and there are two men flanking me the entire time. While I'm writing this. The *whispers* bj stuff. I basically folded my laptop screen halfway down so no one could see it (Including me, which led to many unknown spelling woopsies… yeah, editing was fun) but anyways, I'm feeling dreadfully illicit the entire time, eyes flicking about in a paranoid fashion the whole day. And THEN someone brings everyone warm sausage rolls as a snack. No joke. And I'm starving and can't resist. So I'm sitting between two men I barely know eating a warm sausage roll and trying to write this. Oy. *shakes head*

Also: When Kate climbs up on the couch? If you had a vision of Stana's season 5 promo pic, on that couch, just in a hot bikini instead... yup, that's what I saw while writing it, too.

Finally: I will never be able to watch "The Incredibles" in the same way again. Woops. But seriously, crime fighting, bickering couple who really do just love each other? And then have a couple super-babies? Yeah. Caskett.

Btw I'm planning only one more chapter to this story (Then an epilogue) But I have NO idea what I want the final chapter to be like. Anything you all are dying to see? Please let me know :)