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DAY 6

The first week went by in the blink of an eye. They were caught up in a double homicide that left little room for any kind of personal moments. Usually they fell into bed and were out like a light the moment they got home.

When they caught the killer early on Friday, they were presented with the prospect of an afternoon spent outside the precinct. Rick went home right after the confession, saying that he needed to run some errands. Esposito laughed and yelled a joke about "The Real Housewives of Manhattan" at his retreating back.

Kate was left to do the paperwork without someone constantly staring at her. She didn't mind.

At about 4 o'clock the Captain kicked her out, telling her to enjoy the weekend and not come back until Monday unless more than 3 bodies dropped – that's how many other homicide teams they had on call. She accepted gratefully, collected her belongings and drove home.

It had been about half a year since she'd moved in with the Castles, but somehow the loft had already been "home" to her earlier. Alexis had actually giggled at Kate when the "moving day" had arrived and all she had to carry into the apartment was a medium sized box – everything else had already been there. She'd taken none of her furniture with her, because there had been no need (or place) for yet another couch or closet.

As Kate rode the elevator up to their floor, she thought that it had never been furniture or belongings that made the loft "home", but rather the people living there.

The grueling case had taken its toll on the entire team and as she unlocked the door and kicked her heels off, Kate was briefly tempted to cuddle up to Rick on the couch. She needed him for comfort more than desire and wondered whether cuddling was included in their rules.

When she found him in the living room though, he was typing away furiously on his laptop. He was so caught up in his writing that he didn't even register that she was watching him. She knew that this was his way of coping with the latest events, so she decided to let him do some actual work for once and left him alone.

She turned away from the couch and made a beeline for the kitchen isle. A full glass of wine in one hand, the fourth Nikki Heat in the other, she retreated to the bathroom.

When the bubbles reached up to her chin and the candlelight made her tired eyes fall shut, she thought that this was at least as comforting and relaxing as cuddling with Rick would have been.

DAY 7

The weekend was the first real challenge. With no work, no distractions and lots of free time that they could spend together, Rick and Kate were suddenly confronted with the downside of their bet. Usually they would stay in bed late, savoring the fact that no call came to alert them to a dead body in her jurisdiction. Now that their nightly activities only consisted of actually sleeping, Beckett was wide awake at 7 o'clock.

She looked to her left and watched Rick in his sleep. She'd woken up briefly when he'd slipped into bed, so she knew that he'd been up until about 3 in the morning.

She couldn't remember the last time he'd burned the midnight oil like that. He must have gotten a lot of writing done, or at least that's what she hoped.

He got really cranky when he didn't get any work done for a while.

Now that she thought about it, he also got cranky when he didn't get laid. Maybe this bet wasn't such a good idea after all.

Suddenly Rick stirred beside her and Kate was shaken out of her reverie.

"Kate…" he murmured, but she could see that he wasn't awake yet.
"Yessss!" he hissed and moaned, and she realized with a smirk that he was dreaming about her.
"Oh good lord" he whispered and threw his head from one side to the other.

Kate was delighted. Winning this bet would be easier than she thought.
Then his thigh brushed hers and a jolt of desire shot through her.

Shit.

She hadn't been prepared for this sudden need to touch him, to feel his skin beneath hers and do all the things to him that he was most certainly dreaming about.

Rick groaned and stirred again, the sheets bunching up between his legs and falling from his body. His erection was clearly visible under his pajama pants.

Oh god.

She tried to resist him, she really did, but when he moaned her name again, she just couldn't anymore. She reached out to stroke him and his cock jumped in her hand.

He was hard as a rock and when she rose to a sitting position to get a better look at him, she felt the slide of her own wetness on the inside of her thigh. She traced his form through the silky fabric and he gave off a strangled sound. She grew bolder and squeezed him gently, all the while looking at his face and hoping that he didn't wake up.

Kate grazed his entire length and let her thumb brush the tip of him. It dampened the fabric and she knew that he was close.

Slowly and quietly she released him and got up from the bed, went around it to squat at his side and took his erection in her hands again. If he opened those damned eyes, she could be out of the room in two seconds.

Kate knew that this was not included in their rules. Hell, this probably broke all of them, she thought as she bent to kiss his bare abdomen. Eyeing his face as much as possible, she licked his skin and began to stroke him.

Soon his hips were bucking into her touch. She circled her wet tongue lower and felt his muscles flex, but then she rose to watch his face again. She really needed to be careful now.

When his entire body started to tremble and he was calling out her name again, she got up from her squatting position. Only seconds now.

With one last, firm stroke she shot him over the edge. She stroked once more, but then she was flying out of the room, into the bathroom, locking the door and collapsing against it.

Fuck.