6x18,Gates phone call pushed back a little bit.

"Leave it." Her phone rang in the other room, and Castle did not want her to even think about touching it.

"It could be Gates or the boys." She glanced over to where the sound was coming from.

"You promised." He looked at her with big eyes and a pout. They had made an agreement. For him to write all day the next day, no excuses, she had to spend the day with him doing what ever he wanted.

"Okay, sorry." She said as he pulled her to the bedroom.

Beckett was in his lap, her arms around his neck. His hand ran up and down her upper thigh.

She kissed him hard, breaking apart and biting her lower lip. "Convinced yet?"

"Oh Beckett, you should know by now that it takes a lot more than making out to convince me."

"Oh really?" A devilish grin danced on her face as she moved down to focus on his neck. She found his sensitive spot and played with him, breathing heavily.

Just then, the phone rang again, a reminder that she had a job to do. She reached over to grab it. "Beckett?" was her immediate response, all while tracing Castle's jawline.

She was still on the phone talking when Castle pushed the hair away from her shoulder and shifted her forward. He played with her senses, moving up her neck and nibbling on her ear. Beckett tried not to react, knowing it would be picked up by her captain. She closed her eyes, trying to focus. "Yes sir, I'll be there soon. Okay, see you then." When she hung up, she let out a breathy moan. "Castle, what were you doing?" She was more flustered that anything.

"You're just so sexy when you moan." He growled, holding her tight and kissing her cheek.

"Castle, I have to go." She tried squirming out of his embrace.

"No you don't."

"Yes I do, I promised."

"What about the promise you made me?" He finally released his grip.

"Don't play that card. This is work." She scooted off the bed and made for the closet.

"You're right, I'm sorry." He turned to face her and gave her a small smile.

She was dressed in record time, hair and makeup already fabulous as usual. "I'll be home soon." She shuffled over to him, pecking him on the lips before running towards the door.

He waved at the door frame, still in his pajamas. "I'll be here. Not writing." He opened his laptop that had been sitting on the nightstand, avoiding the work that had to be done.