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Wow, what a crazy busy couple of weeks. Apologies for the lack of updates, but I promise I'll be posting regularly very soon. But thank you all for being so patient with me and for all your amazing reviews!

This prompt is from Maria: Their first time after always. Thanks for your review! Also, I'm always accepting prompts!

I do want to say this before you read; I found this harder than I thought it would be. When I finally sat down to write it, I remembered what an iconic scene this was and the expectation of the bedroom scene. That being said, I hope I did it justice.

Enjoy!

"Beckett, what do you want?" He stood firm, both feet planted firmly on the floor. The look on his face no more than a stone expression. She was the last person he expected to see at his door. Kate stood in the entry way, clothes soaked through and water dripping from her hair.

She couldn't help the desperation that radiated off of her, her gaze never leaving his cold eyes. She was tired of lying. "You." Wasting not another second, she closed the gap between them, bringing her lips to his in a longing, almost panicked way. They stayed this way for just a moment before she pulled back, still holding his head in her hands, their foreheads resting on the others. "I'm so sorry, Castle. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." She found his lips again, but this time shorter than the first.

Castle pushed her back, catching her wrist, still keeping her close. It was then that he saw the tears streaming down her face; something he'd seen only a few times before. Now curiosity and worry flooded his mind. "What happened?"

Her eyes scanned his face, her thoughts everywhere and nowhere. She was only consumed in this moment. "He got away, and I didn't care." Her lips turned up just slightly, her eyes still locked with his, mesmerized by her closeness and willingness and eagerness. "I almost died, and all I could think about was you." Kate averted her eyes, looking at his lips, "I just want you." She leaned in again, this time hesitantly, before touching his cheek as if it were porcelain about to break under her touch. Those were the last words either of them spoke; the calm before the storm.

A crack of thunder burst through the sky before both bodies crashed up against the door, slamming it closed. Lips found lips in a frenzy of impatience, all those years of built up tension exploding just inside the door to the loft. Every missed moment, every lost opportunity, every wasted chance was un-bottled and exploded as they kissed the other.

Castle found her neck, kissing down to her collarbone as Kate clung to his shirt. Their lips met again before they both stopped. The air was quiet as he un-buttoned the top button of her blouse, revealing the small, circular scar that was the definition of them. It was their meeting, their fights, their annoyance, their flow. It was their relationship or lack thereof, it was anything and everything they had gone through together. It was what defined them. She guided his hand to it, placing it lightly over the wrinkled skin.

She realized how close she came to losing it all because of her stubbornness and her walls and her reservations. She didn't want to be that person anymore. She wanted to be something new, something with him. She wanted to let him in. So she accepted them. She let go.

She found his lips again, a lone hand on his cheek as they continued to kiss in the dim lighting of the loft. Castle looked her in the eyes, this time sensing something whimsical; a twinkle almost. They stared at each other, a smile on her face, and a look of wonder on his, before they joined hands. Her tiny fingers laced with his, guiding her to the bedroom.

He walked with her backwards, a hand on the small of her back, the other holding her neck. She continued to kiss him, letting him guide her to where she wanted to be. Castle lifted her up, and she reacted, wrapping her legs around his waist as he finished the short journey to the bedroom; he didn't want to waste any more precious time. He lowered her to the bed, their lips never parting. They had found a rhythm, a natural attraction and flow that could only surface from two people that were meant to be together.

He hovered over her, their eyes wild with desire. He had to know, had to make sure that what they were doing was okay. Because he knew if they did this, nothing would ever or could ever be the same. "You're sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything." She nodded, reaching frantically for the buttons of his shirt. She un-did each one, exposing his chest, and peppering his skin with soft kisses as she went.

He couldn't take the suspense, ripping his shirt over his head, and un-clasping his belt himself. Kate finished unbuttoning her shirt, letting it fall to the floor, as Castle shimmied his jeans and boxers off, letting them drop at the foot of the bed. She worked the waist band of her own pants down around her thighs and around her ankles before kicking them to the side and away from her.

When he returned his attention to her, he positioned himself over her again, his eyes wild with lust. He had waited so patiently for four years; letting her have her space or be their when she needed him. Now, she wanted him, and he wasn't questioning it for a single second. Castle reached behind her, un-clasping her bra and working it off of her shoulders. His fingertips grazed her body, first at her collarbones, and soon trailing downwards to her exposed chest. He pleasured her, his hands drawing circles on her breasts, his lips focused on her neck. She breathed out heavily, her head falling back as he continued his actions. She wrapped her arms around to his back, pulling him to her. Her fingertips grazed his back, working up and down his spine and getting caught in his hair. He couldn't help the goose bumps that raised up on the exposed skin of his back; having her so close was better than he had ever imagined.

Slowly, he lowered himself closer to. They broke apart, their eyes meeting. Their pupils dilated and breaths heavy, their animalistic desires just barely contained. They were both completely exposed to the other, no more secrets or guards. This was a new beginning, this was it. Neither had to say a word; it was as if they were connected to each other on a different level than most. They knew what the other was thinking or needed or wanted. Now, they both craved the same thing.

Finally, he was one with her and her one with him. They moved with such fluidity as the tension melted away, leaving a raw and passionate love. Their desire for one another eminent as moans escaped them, lips still crashing together.

Castle moved inside of her, as she let out a breathy moan in response. She never let her hands break contact with him, resting them on his chest or lightly on his cheek. He couldn't help the cry that forced its way past his teeth. Neither had felt so strongly for another in their entire existence. This was purely passion. This was love; an unconditional, absolute, unrestricted hunger for the other that neither had felt until now.

They continued like this well into the early hours of the next day. Both were greedy and hungry and eager, wanting to experience this for as long as possible. They had waited too long to feel like this, and now neither knew if they ever wanted to stop; they wanted to feel this way for eternity. Finally, they crashed to the bed, this time, conforming their bodies together. He wrapped her up in his embrace and she burrowed close to him. Their legs tangled under the covers, their bodies as close as humanly possible. He ran a hand through her hair as she drew small circles on his chest, the air silent between them, until they fell unconscious in each other's arms. And in that moment, and the ones preceding, everything changed.

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