Hello faithful readers! So here we are at the six month mark! And since it's a 'special occasion' haha, this is an extended NSFW chapter! Leave your comments and share the love!

'So do you have any idea what he's up to?' Meredeth stared at Lanie while she packed, who was sitting cross-legged in the ugly purple armchair by the closet and scratching Arturo on the back. It was Meredeth's favourite acquisition of Esposito's since he'd moved in; there was just something about its character that made her grin. 'All I know is his text said Friday night, pack a bag, eight pm.'

'Maybe he's taking you to Paris for the weekend.'

'Doesn't that seem a little over the top for a six-month anniversary?'

'Castle sent Beckett a limo to take her to Myrtle Beach for two days on Valentine's.'

'That's because Richard Castle is an overgrown frat boy with an unlimited platinum card,' Meredeth retorted, going to the closet to pick out her kimono, which had Lanie whistling.

'That is gorgeous, girl.'

'Christmas present from Javi.'

'Spoiled,' Lanie said with a smile. 'Dave and I are still getting to know each other. He hasn't gotten to see me in anything like that,' she added, pointing at the telling red and black striped bag in Meredeth's hand. 'Shopping in Brooklyn?'

Meredeth grinned, dipped in to take out the fancy lingerie still wrapped in siren-red tissue paper. 'No, on-line store. I ordered it for Valentine's Day but it didn't get here in time.' She looked around, threading her fingers through her writer's plume necklace. 'I think that's it. You really don't know what he's up to?'

'All he's said for the last week is you two will be incommunicado for the next sixty-four hours.'

Meredeth gave a little hop of excitement. 'I can't wait to see what he has planned.'

They took her suitcase downstairs, enjoying a cup of tea and the Friday-night episode of Jeopardy, Meredeth eagerly ticking down the minutes. At precisely eight-oh-seven, the door opened and Meredeth felt her heart leap in her chest when she saw her man walk in looking very sexy and dangerous in his black leather jacket, black shirt and dark jeans. He'd gotten his crew-cut freshly shorn and when she crossed to kiss him, she could smell the expensive aftershave he saved only for special occasions on his skin.

'Hey you,' she said, giving him a warm, seductive kiss.

'Hey yourself. You packed?'

'All set.'

'Thanks again for house-sitting for us, Lanie,' Esposito said, unable to keep the grin off his face. He was an us now when referring to home. With a quick move he picked up Meredeth's suitcase as Lanie strolled over to the door to see them off.

'Have fun you guys.'

Meredeth followed Esposito out to the street where her new car was parked, saw he'd already loaded his suitcase in after getting off work. They chatted about their day, excitement electric in the air; Meredeth finally cracked when they hit the Holland Tunnel. 'Okay, I give. Where are we going?'

'Remember when you booked us a night at the cabin but you had to cancel it? I made a few calls, and we are getting one of the suites for a regular room price.'

'Seriously?' Meredeth's voice was a squeak of delight.

'Yeah. We've had a busy couple of weeks, there hasn't been as much you-and-me time as we're used to and since it is our six months tomorrow, I figured we can take a little getaway somewhere we can order room-service all weekend and spend the rest of the time naked as possible.'

'Good thing I packed our toy box.'

Esposito glanced over at her, caught her wiggling eyebrows, and floored the gas pedal.

'Whoa, babe, check this place out!'

Meredeth turned in a little circle as they entered the main room of their suite. The wide glass sliding doors offered a gorgeous view of the Hudson River Valley, all brown and green with new shoots beginning to pop out. There was a large fire place in marbled slate tiles, and the ash tables in the sitting area were more than likely carved from the trees found in the woods outside. She popped her head into the bathroom, and saw there was a step-down tub, separate shower with smoked glass enclosure and a double-wide sink as well as vanity mirror.

'Javi, there is a jacuzzi tub in here!'

'Forget the tub, come check out this bedroom!'

She tugged along her luggage-on-wheels, left it by the door when she saw the space before her; calling it a 'bedroom' seemed so common. The bed itself was a king-sized oak canopy bed with sapphire blue linens, a matching table on either side upon which sat old-fashioned Tiffany lamps. An armoire-entertainment unit combo faced the bed from the opposite wall. A complimentary basket of fruit and champagne waited nearby.

'If I'd known about this, I wouldn't have canceled our weekend,' Meredeth commented, picking up the champagne and setting it on the top of the bureau.

'Actually, that one was me. I asked them to put that in here for us since we were celebrating an anniversary.'

She turned to him, put her hands on his hips to pull him close as she kissed him. 'Seems you thought of everything,' she murmured in a seductive whisper. 'But you're not the only one with a few surprises. Why don't you get comfortable while I put on something not so comfy and way more sexy?'

When she disappeared with her suitcase out of the room, Esposito stripped down to the black silk boxers he'd treated himself to when he'd organized this little getaway, and for a moment, just sat and thought. Six months. Six months since he'd met Meredeth to see a movie, and she'd worn that black shirt and hogged the popcorn, a move he'd turned to his advantage to hold her hand for two hours straight. The need to touch her hadn't faded in the slightest; rather it had been her touch that had gotten him through some bad days, whether it was simply her hand on his or making love with her until the small hours of the morning. Since Christmas, when he'd told her he loved her, it had been nearly impossible to get a decent night's sleep without her nearby. And even more amazing, she'd fallen just as hard for him. She made him snacks when he had to work nights, sent him naughty texts, held his hand when a bad case got too far under his skin. She'd become so important, so integral to his life he couldn't fathom what it'd be like without her.

And he never intended to find out.

'Javi?' She wandered into the bedroom, wearing her kimono, her hair tousled like they'd already begun to seduce each other. 'You might want to lie down on that bed.'

'Oh really?' When she merely arched an eyebrow, he complied, laying on his side so he could see her. 'Why's that?'

'So you won't pass out.'

When she unbelted the kimono, he realized she'd spoken nothing but the truth - had he still been standing, he'd more than likely have hit the deck. She'd put on, bar none, the sexiest lingerie she'd ever picked out for them: amethyst satin and lace that didn't even cover the essentials; the shelf bra she wore cut low on her breasts so they were more uncovered than covered, and the matching panties were hardly more than string around her hips. And god save him, she'd added a garter in the matching colour on her right thigh. He felt his body respond immediately, the blood pooling into his lap.

'Holy mother of God, Mere,' he breathed as she walked toward him, those blue eyes of hers never leaving his face. 'Are you trying to kill me?'

'No, just make you very, very hot.' She'd reached him, and punctuated each word with a kiss. 'Did it work?'

His only response was to pull her down on top of him so she could feel it, rolling her so she was underneath him, Esposito trailed a finger down her neck, over one shoulder to slide the thin band of satin away and repeated the process on the other one. With the care of a man seducing his virgin bride he lowered his mouth to her skin, planting soft teasing kisses on her clavicle, her neck, all the way back up to her jaw. Her lips were sweet and yielding under his, not at all frantic but languid and slow, telling him there was no rush right now.

Meredeth ran her fingers over the back of his neck, down to his shoulders as he kissed her. Could it really only have been six months? Was that how long it had taken for him to become so vital to her? No, of course not - that had happened long before tonight. There had never been anyone to treat her with such sweetness and passion at the same time. She knew she'd pretty much given up on the idea she'd find anyone, then this. This beautiful, tough, passionate man, who thought of her as his personal Aphrodite she couldn't live without.

'Javi,' she sighed, 'I love you. I love you so much.'

'I love you too, Mere.' He raised himself onto his elbows so he could see her eyes; they'd gone so dark with anticipation they were nearly black. 'Let me show you.'

He reached behind her back to unsnap the excuse for a bra she was wearing, tossed aside the bit of lace so he could run the flat of his palm over that silken skin, down the valley between her breasts to just about her navel and back up. His hand drifted to the side to cup her breast, that perfect handful of her, the pebble of her nipple at the crook of his thumb. He watched her eyes glaze, then close as he moved the pad of his thumb back and forth over her, eliciting a satisfied little moan from her. His other hand traced up the curve of her torso to the other one, making her arch her hips into his. He knew her body, knew her system would beg him to go faster, so he deliberately kept his pace slow, almost lazy, like the arousal was the afterthought of having his hands on her body. He lowered his mouth to the rising curve of her breast, giving it the same treatment he'd given the rest of her body and because he knew she wouldn't expect it now, darted his tongue out to flick over her nipple.

Meredeth let out a little gasp as she felt his mouth on her body, everything inside going tight then loose. Here, this was his magic, she never knew what to expect from him at any given time in bed and the constant Rorschach of his moves made it all the more exciting. She felt herself open her thighs a little more to allow him better space, as she ran her hands down his back to his ass and pulled him tight against her. The solid length of him she felt through the silk made her tingle, that she could make him feel like that was an intoxicating power.

He felt drunk, from the taste and touch and scent of her skin - cucumber soap and French perfume; he was glad she hadn't added coconut into that mix or he'd have been on the slab before he could do anything. With gentle hands he managed to tug the excuse for panties she wore over her hips and tossed them away on top of her bra, running his hands over her thighs. They weren't the most toned but the skin was soft and smooth, and she knew how to use them; above all else, they were part of Meredeth. He paused a moment, rising onto his knees to better shed off his boxers, then came back to her and indulged himself by tasting those thighs, kissing his way up the length of them until he was a whisper away from her center. He traced his tongue over the little hollow of her thigh before tasting her.

She thought she was going to pass out, so sweet and tender were his movements that so desperately contrasted the electric bolts he was sending ricocheting through every nerve ending. The fingers of one hand gripped the duvet tightly while the others feather over his head, her hips beginning to move rhythmically against him. Now, she didn't hold back as she let a full-throated moan escape her lips, to let him know just how good it felt. She could feel the orgasm build, her breath now coming in sobs but he kept his pace the same, deliberately drawing it out of her like a secret until she cried out his name as it exploded through her like heat lightening. He lapped at her until she went lax, swiping his hand across his mouth when he moved up her body. Threading her fingers through his, he raised their joined hands above her head.

'Mere.' Her name was a murmur on his lips, as he slid into her to find her wet and warm and welcoming. 'Look at me.'

She focused her eyes on his, the flecks of gold in the warm chocolate brown of them like little fires as he began to move inside her. 'Yes.'

He watched her face as she began to move with him, matching him stroke for delicious stroke. Six months, he thought again, of this woman, this Danish angel he'd found. His mouth found hers, covered it as each thrust inside his lover drew a little groan of satisfied anticipation from her. As she clenched around him, he tore himself away so he could tell her just how much she meant to him.

'I love you. Only you, Mere.' He said it again, and again, as he saw the orgasm flicker over her face, then through her body as she tensed and trembled under his.

She said it back as that paralyzing ecstasy took over. There was no thought now, only sensation. 'I love you. Only you.'

Esposito closed his eyes as he heard her say back to him, again and again, until he turned his face into her throat, inhaling deep the scent of her - his Meredeth - and let himself fly.

They lay there, still and entwined for what seemed an eternity. Esposito could have happily slept the entire night like that, hearing Meredeth's heart thundering against her ribs as they both drew in gulping breaths. Finally, he turned to look at her face, relaxed and satisfied and happy.

'Happy six months, us,' he managed to get out.

She brushed her fingertips down his cheek. 'Happy six months us, indeed. I didn't bring your present with me, though.'

'You mean that get-up wasn't it?'

'Hee, no.' Shifting slightly, Meredeth angled her head to watch his face. He always looked so peaceful and satisfied whenever they finished making love, she thought. 'I got you a Cafe Roma cappuccino maker. You can your coffee with you in the mornings, since you're now living a little farther from the station.'

'Well, then it'll go perfectly with your cabinet.'

'Cabinet?'

'Friend of mine from the old neighbourhood, he's a carpenter and I got him to make you some top-of-the-line casing for your DVD collection. I know how much you hated leaving the other ones in your apartment when you moved.'

'Aren't we a pair. Some couples give each other jewelery or watches for their six months, we get coffee makers and shelving units.'

Esposito ran his hand over her stomach. 'And we wouldn't have it any other way, would we?'

'Not a chance. I could go for something that champers now, though.'

With a grin, he popped up to uncork the bottle and pour two flutes. Passing her a glass, he bent to pick up the bits of lingerie he'd tossed aside and rubbed the soft fabric between his fingers.

'So, where exactly did you get that stuff?' he asked in a husky voice.

'I ordered it from Frederick's of Hollywood. I thought about wearing something a little less slutty tonight but it seems to have worked just fine, and besides there's always tomorrow for the other stuff,' she said with a grin, enjoying how he spluttered into his own drink.

'You mean there's more?' When she merely nodded, Esposito only shook his head. 'I'll be dead by Sunday morning, but I will die a happy, satisfied man.'

R&R&Enjoy.