Hey Crumbsians! I know I haven't been updating consistently this past week but this have been crazy busy here and I am making up for it now so yea! Also, this one is super-hot! You might want a popsicle or a cold shower afterward!

'Kate, you're still not relaxing.'

Beckett turned around from her bureau where she was picking out pyjamas and starred at Castle He was in his boxers and in bed proofing his latest chapter. It was one of his most endearing anomalies - as gadget-y a guy as he was, before he sent in his chapters to his publisher for editing, he always edited them by hand himself and then put the changes through his digital copy once more.

'No and I'm so sorry,' she sighed, dragging on an ancient NYPD Fun-Run t-shirt. 'I tried to get it out of my head tonight but I couldn't and-'

'Kate, Kate.' Castle set aside his papers and red needle-point Sharpie, moved to the end of the bed to take her hands. 'I get it. I've been with you for how long, I get that even though not every case you have makes the papers that some of them affect you more than others. That's part of what makes you so good.'

'I keep thinking about all our kids. TJ, Dell, Carey, Mallory, RJ and Jojo, the Esposito quartet, Finn and Violet, all of them.' Beckett closed her eyes and wasn't surprised when she felt the sting of tears forming. 'All of those beautiful sweet little lives, how innocent they all are still. Some more than others, but they should be safe at schools.'

'Kate, you know it's not always like this-'

'Look at what happened to Rosie.'

That had Castle quieting. Despite the fact those rat bastard bullies were all in juvenile hall until they were eighteen with no chance of parole, the reminder of it in the simple fact that Rosie had had to switch schools; every day they were reminded of the fact that children weren't always safe at school with such a simple ordinary thing.

'Kate.' He said her name again. 'It's not the same. Neither case is the same. Those shitheads did what they did to Rosie because they are a bunch of racist little dirtbags. Whoever did this to Wayne Hill is a sociopath, you know that too.'

'I know, but...but I wanna protect my children. Even Alexis, who is almost thirty years old. She works with some very messed-up teenagers. The kind who have been in trouble worse than this.'

'I know that too.'

Beckett sank onto the bed, sighed. She nibbled her thumbnail and closed her eyes as she felt her husbands strong hands on her back; they rubbed in slow soothing circles. 'I gave Adam hell for letting this one be too personal when I should have been looking in the mirror and saying it.'

She turned to Castle and looked at him. 'Rick, I just...I need you to make it better. I need you to take me away.'

'Of course.'

Castle shifted so he was kneeling in the bed with her, and instantly captured her mouth with his. He could feel the sadness in her, feel the heaviness of the weight she carried with her and knew exactly what she needed from him. His fingers combed through her hair, stroking the silky texture, and her little moan was one of partial desperation, partial desire.

'Kate,' he murmured, kissing his way over her jaw and finding his way to her ear where he caught the lobe lightly in his teeth. 'I'm here.'

Beckett closed her eyes as her lips fastened themselves against his neck, her hands pressing into his smooth-skinned back. She could smell him, that smell of him that had been there since day one, that smell that had become so much a part of her world that living without it was like trying to live without oxygen. Her head fell back as Castle traced the smallest tip of his tongue down the side of her neck. She pulled back so she could look in his eyes and she lifted her arms above her head as gracefully as a dancer, and he lifted her sleep-shirt over her head so she was just in her panties; she hadn't made it as far as putting her bottoms on yet. She ran her hands over her breasts, then took one of his hands and pressed it to her body as they tumbled into the sheets.

Castle kept his touch light and tender, his thumb circling her nipple lightly as her hips arched against his in a gentle rhythm. He knew there was probably a part of her that wanted it to be hard and hot and fast, but he knew in the aftermath she would feel better inside and out if he kept it like this. He burrowed his face against her throat when his other hand found her breasts, his thumb rubbing that hot peak so he felt the vibrations of her moans in her throat against his lips. He moved down her body and kissed her breast slowly, sweetly - first the under-curve of it, the slope of it, the inside of it where it had pressed against its twin inside her bra all day and captured the scent of her soap from her shower that morning.

'Rich,' Beckett moaned; God he was driving her crazy. He knew what she wanted and he was making her wait for it. 'Rich, God please.'

'Yes, Kate,' he murmured in a voice groggy with need for her and in one single tantalizing move, he slowly rolled his tongue over her pebble-hard nipple in tandem with his thumb rubbing its mate. Her strangled cry was music to his ears and he sat back to shove off his boxers, watched as she thrust her hips up to rid her body of her panties as well. He lowered himself back on top of her long, lithe body. It wasn't as lean as it once was but she was still slim and sleek and streamlined.

She was his wife.

'Kate, touch or taste, baby,' he moaned when he felt the slick wet cradle of her thighs against his hardening body.

'Taste,' was her breathy reply.

'Okay. Hold on to me.'

Beckett wrapped her arms and legs around him and he rolled them so she was straddling him; then she felt him move his hands to her ass and pull her up his body. She realized what he wanted her to do and she fell forward a little to hold onto the headboard of their bed. She barely touched the wood with her fingertips when she felt her husband's hands on her hips, and then his tongue stroking her. He nibbled and tasted, swirled and dipped, and each pass took away another worry, another layer. He was taking her away, just as he'd promised he'd would. Then all rational thought was gone as she felt him slip two fingers between her thighs, part her secretive heated lips to drive his tongue inside her.

'Jesus, Rich!' She practically screamed it and nearly did a nose-dive onto the headboard as the muscles in her body felt as though they'd dissolved; her arms no longer felt like they could hold her up, so she leaned back instead. Her back arched like a drawn bow, her palms braced on the bed as Castle drove her wild. The orgasm surged through her body like a tidal wave and she let out a gasping, reedy cry of desperation as it washed through her, pleasure radiating from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

Castle gripped her hips to ease her back when he felt her go limp. He absently dragged the back of his hand over his mouth and watched with his eyes glazed with pure lust for his wife as she slipped a hand between her thighs so she could help ease him inside her. When he was inside just enough, he tightened his grip on her hips and thrust inside her. He watched with delight as Beckett's eyes went wide and dark. Her hips rocked as she rode him, slow at first then a little faster and faster until she was moaning to him she was coming again; just as she went up and over, Castle closed his eyes and followed her, the image of her face completely relaxed and wanting him - and only him - seared in his mind.

Beckett let out a sigh as she slithered down to cuddle against Castle's chest. 'Richard,' she sighed, almost sobbing it, 'I love you so much.'

'I love you right back, Kate.'

'That was exactly what I needed. It was...it was fucking, but in a loving way. What?'

'You sound so sweet and precious when you talk dirty,' he teased her, stroking her hand up and down her back when he rolled her to her side, slipped out of her. 'Try to sleep.'

But there was no need to suggest, because Beckett was already yawning and nodding; in less than five minutes, she was out like a light.