Sup! Thanks to all for the awesome reviews which have inspired me to write a second chapter, after finishing Revelations of course. I really wanted to update before now but I just didn't feel right writing a second chapter for this without finishing that one.

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She had been having a dream…a wonderful, sexy, deeply erotic, wet dream involving a beach and Richard Castle and very little else…namely clothing.

They were sprawled together on the sand, naked except for the sunscreen that Rick had just finished applying to her back that had served as the catalyst for the progression to their current situation. The sun-baked sand beneath her back was proving to be a wonderfully erotic surface, warm and slightly scratchy, providing just the right amount of friction in counterpoint to the slickness of the sunscreen. He was all over her, pressing his weight down onto her and devouring her neck with his mouth while his hands played her body like a six string guitar. She was arching into him, grinding their hips together, her nails raking down his back in a way he seemed so appreciate very much, judging by the shudders that ran through his body every time she did it.

She did it again, running her nails from his shoulders all the way down to the curve of his ass, gasping and moaning his name when in return he ground his hot, hard length against her core before going back to marking her with his teeth. Oh she wanted that to happen again.

"No…don't stop...ah…please…Rick…" she was begging now, and couldn't care less. Hell, it was dream; it wasn't like this was actually happening. No, in real life they would never be in this situation, she would never let them. They worked together, they could never have a personal relationship, no matter how electric the attraction between them got. That didn't mean she couldn't indulge fully in dream Rick though.

He was going far too slowly for her tastes though, something she decided to change. With a well timed roll, using his own weight against him, she flipped them over, ending up on top of him, looking down into his shocked face and running her hands down over his chest, reaching down to run her fingers lightly over his length.

His reaction was just what she had wanted. With a growl he flipped them back over, taking her nipple between his teeth and biting down before running his tongue back over it, mixing pleasure and pain. She was so focused on what he was doing with his mouth that she didn't notice his hand slipping down the planes of her stomach to lightly stroke her as his palm ground against her clit, making every muscle in her body suddenly tighten at the unexpected sensation, her eyes flying open as her back arched.

Oh damn, she was awake. She sighed internally; she would have to finish herself off, as there was no way that this was going to go away on its own. It was then that she noticed the panting above her, and realized that the hands that had been doing marvelous things to her in her dream were still there. She looked down to the sight of one heavily panting, very naked, Richard Castle on top of her. She just stared for a moment, watching as he slowly raised his head to look her in the eyes and froze.

"Castle…"she meant for it to come out as accusatory but it was more of a breathy moan that she immediately blamed on her still unsatisfied state. What she hadn't been prepared for was his reaction, gasping as he ground his against her once more, setting off a cascade of pleasure that made its way through her entire body.

When she came back to herself, she found him looking down at her in desperate fascination, his jaw clenched and the tendons in his neck straining as he struggled to hold himself back.

"What…the hell…is going on?" It was quite the struggle to get a coherent sentence out after that, but she just managed to do it.

"Well, I'm not quite sure how we ended up in bed together, other than that it involved copious quantities of alcohol. However, I can assure you that our current position is all your fault." Well that was surprising, and she found herself wondering how the hell he was going to swing this one so that their situation became her fault when she was the one who had woken up with him on top of her."You started having a sex dream, about me." Oh right….the dream…shit. She was momentarily distracted as the dream began running back through her mind in a film reel of sensations and snapshots, but then he started talking again and she was pulled back to reality.

"Look, Kate, I'm really sorry about this, and if you want me to stop, I will, but I have to tell that at this moment I am having a great deal of difficulty controlling myself and in about another ten seconds I'm probably going to lose it, so I'm going to need you to tell me to stop, otherwise I won't be able to."

Oh god…he was asking if she wanted him to stop. No she did not want him to stop! Stopping would be the absolute worst possible outcome of their current situation. That was what her body and a good portion of her mind was currently screaming at her. Unfortunately, she was held back by the underlying fear of what such an act would mean. Then she looked up at him again, eyes closed and panting, his muscles quivering with the effort he was currently expelling to restrain himself, and realized that there was absolutely no way in hell that she could stop…so she did the only thing she could do in this situation.

She gave in, feeling her lips curve into a feral smile as she gave her answer.

"Who said I wanted you to stop?"

When she came back to herself, after a bout of quite possibly the hottest and most satisfying sex she had ever had, she found him smirking down at her satisfactorily and she found herself performing the response that had been conditioned when faced with that particular expression.

"What?" His smirk only stretched wider at her annoyance.

"I fucked you senseless."

It was with those four words that the enormity of what they had just done came crashing down on her. They had just had sex, really, really HOT sex…while they were sober. Shit…