A/N: Thank you for reading :)
"People like us—we don't
Need that much, just some-
One that starts,
Starts the spark in our bonfire hearts."
In their bedroom, with their shells on the wall, the heat of their naked bodies the only fire they really need, they lie in silence, content and at peace with each other. But when Kate chances a glance in his direction he looks smug, satisfied with himself and the way he took her apart, spread out the pieces, taking his time with each one before he brought them back together.
Slowly.
She can't help but want to get him back, gain the upper hand a little and she smiles, throwing a leg out over his waist, swapping their positions.
There are a lot of advantages to gaining the upper hand - mainly his hands as they roam upwardly - and she's gone again in seconds just from the feel of him.
It's hot, fast, sweet and lovely.
"We should go back." She gasps between kisses that set her ablaze, "We never got around to lighting that fire." His fingers surge up her back, down her thighs, in a fiery trail that contradicts her words and she gasps, claiming his lips again.
"We will." He promises, kisses her again and again and again.
"This weekend." She demands, rolling him over and pinning him down at last, just as she had in the Hamptons the first time he took her there.
Castle stares up, lost in the present and the memory of a different flickering fire, but the same beautiful, scantily clad detective surging over him. "Now if you want." His eyes glazing over with each sweep of her hands, every rise and fall of her body.
"This weekend." She husks in the quiet of the their lair, demands again and bites out into his skin. "I'm a little busy right now." She kisses his mouth before he can reply, swallowing down whatever snarky comment that seeks freedom, "Taming the King of the Jungle."