oh this one is M for safety (don't want to step on toes) (I think I used that idiom correctly...)(...and I call myself a writer...)
Anyways I think this will be my last update for a few days-I'm off to the beach until thursday-ish. :)
But I promise to come back with great chapters for you (and hopefully a better tan!) :)
Maybe I will be so festive as to throw a little marathon or something.
I think that's what they call them.

Anyways.

I'm going to stop rambling (Most of this AN is just me talking to myself, I realize.)

Onwards.

P

Please

Sun streamed in through the curtains, certainly not unwelcome but not asking permission, anyways. The sounds of the city waking could be heard below them, and a cool spring breeze blew through the open window, light and a chill flooding the bedroom. Rick Castle inhaled, his eyes opening sleepily as he smiled to himself. Curled up beside him was Kate. His arm was around her waist as she slept, facing away from him, spooning shamelessly.

What made him smile was the way her arm fell over his, her fingers lacing with those of the hand pressed against her stomach, holding him there. She was holding him holding her.

Somehow that made sense.

The smell of vanilla she left- on the sheets, on him- was even stronger when he buried his face in her neck, using his tongue to trace patterns on the smooth skin below her ear. Her hand tightened on his and she mumbled some incoherent sleep talk but he only smiled into his ministrations and continued.

His fingers squeezed hers before slowly dropping from her fairly loose grip and her stomach, slipping under her camisole to find skin beneath his fingertips. He traced the plane of her stomach with his fingers, his touch light but steady, languidly exploring south until it hit the inevitable cotton barrier. She was awake now, the moan of approval he heard proving as much, and the hand once entwined with his found home curled around his hair as he lowered his mouth to her neck once again.

"Good morning," he told her, smiling into the greeting.

"G'morning," she replied, sleepily, the emphasis falling on the last syllable. His hand lay flat on her bare stomach, his thumb caressing slightly, and again she made a low sound of appreciation.

"Hmmm," he hummed into her ear, his lips pressed against her skin so she felt the vibrations. The shiver that escaped her was a pleasant return. "Please," she dragged out the words, and his reaction pressed against the back of her leg.

"What do you want, Kate?" he asked her, his voice low and his breath hot on her skin.

"I think you know what I want, Rick," she replied, equally as throatily, teasing his brown locks with the hand threaded through his hair. His mouth once again found her neck, planting soft, deep kisses there, her body responding by arching against his.

"Yes," he ran his thumb across the underside of her breast, and she took a sharp intake of breath he not only heard but felt with his hand on her abdomen. His hand slowly moved upward again, finding her bare beneath his hand. "Yes."

"Please, Rick," she sighed, tension wound like a tight coil behind her words.

"Please what?" he asked, and she could feel the smile against her skin when he spoke. She turned in his arms to face him, disappointed at the loss of the warmth his hand created on her sensitive skin but pleased with the situation nonetheless. She snuggled into the crook that his strong jaw and neck created, her eyes falling closed and her head finding home on his chest, an arm draped lazily over his naked body.

"Please dear lord make me some coffee."

So review?
I need to have something to get me through the next few days!

softer