A/N: It was I'm WIDGET who gave me the last idea… so THANK YOU, and while it was short, like ALL my chapters, that doesn't HAVE to be a bad thing. I update quicker and BIG things usually happen in every chapter, or it's at least funny.

Beckett stirred to a noise heard in the kitchen, and rubbed her sleepy eyes.

Was it morning already?

She swung her legs over the side, and was reminded of a sudden flash from the night before. Had it been a dream? Or had Castle come into her room unannounced and see her in her lingerie? Damn! The later sounded like something that Castle might do, unless of course it ended with her NOT waking up alone.

Argh! She cursed herself for the thought and stood from the bed, to grab her white dressing gown before swinging it around her shoulders. She fixed her hair in the mirror, and added a touch of lip gloss, before stepping out of the room to greet Castle goodmorning.

He was hovering over the stove when she stepped out.

"Morning sleepyhead," he smiled over his shoulder. "Hungry?"

Beckett smiled shyly and approached him, standing closer than was totally necessary.

"Yeah," she nodded. "A little."

"I'm making pancakes, bacon and eggs and my VERY own specialty of omelets… you're choice," he smiled leaning over to kiss her cheek. She blushed. It certainly felt nice to have him here, to have him cooking breakfast. For the first time in years, she felt like she was worthy of attention, of a relationship that might actually GO somewhere.

"Mmm," she considered a choice.

"Coffee's ready," he said gesturing to the pot.

"You thought of everything," she grinned moving to the side to make pour herself a coffee. "Want one?" she offered.

"Yeah, thanks."

She set the coffee cups on the coffee table, where he had laid out knives and forks, and a single daisy in the place setting that was meant for her. She sat down and took the flower to her nose. It smelt heavenly.

"Like it?" he asked almost shyly.

Beckett nodded.

Castle finally lay down a plate in front of her, and then took his own chair.

"Do you always look this beautiful in the morning?" he beamed before taking a mouthful of pancakes.

"Do you always give these many compliments over breakfast?" she shot back.

"If you deserve it," he shrugged.

"I don't."

"Well, I guess this is my way of telling you I forgive you…"

"ME?" she cried defensively. "For what… what did I do?"

"For kicking me out of your room," he said simply.

Beckett almost laughed.

"I don't think so…" she finished her breakfast then without another word, and when she was done she carried her plate to the sink and rinsed it.

Castle joined her back in the kitchen a moment later, and wrapped his arms around her waist making her tense. "Good morning…"

"You said that already," she reminded him, as she held back the urge to turn her head and kiss him. He was waiting for it, she was sure of that as she was that sooner or later they'd be called into work for another case.

"I didn't hear you say it back," he replied.

Beckett wiggled her way out of his grasp and turned to leave the kitchen.

"I have to get ready to collect Mal," she smirked.

"No morning kiss," he pouted. "After EVRYTHING I DID!"

"I haven't brushed my teeth."

"YOU WANT ME!" he called as she closed the door behind her.

Beckett laughed as she pressed herself against the door. She wasn't sure that she knew how to handle feelings this strong, whatever it was, was powerful. But she cared too much about Castle now to back off, she knew that she would see this through, for better or worse, she was just cautious about moving TOO fast, TOO soon.

She showered and dressed in her on-suite, leaving Castle on his own, to roam the house, and tidy the kitchen. She smiled to herself as she thought about how much he did for her, how easy he made things on her. Yeah, he was a pretty good guy.

When she emerged from her bedroom, the kitchen was clean and Castle was sitting in the living room watching TV. She crossed the room, and he stood when she approached him.

She stepped inches from his face.

"Goodmorning, Castle…" she smiled.

He nodded. "Goodmorning, Kate!"

She softly pressed her lips to his, pulling her arms around his neck, there was no hesitation when he gripped her around the waist to pull her forward. His lips lingered on hers, and she could taste the pancakes he had made, loitering on his tongue.

Beckett withdrew first, almost shyly.

"I could get used to that," he said happily.

"NOT at work," she reminded him.

"Wouldn't dream of it," he took her by the hand and moved towards the door. "Come on… let's go get Mal."

Beckett bit her lip as she allowed him to drag her out of the apartment.

*fingers crossed* hope this wasn't a disappointment. I don't REALLY do this romance stuff well, SORRY! But a review would be WELL APPRECIATED! I think I might have stopped bribing you for reviews… mmm, think you might have to work on PLAIN GOOD FAITH! :)