So this is it! I hope it will be enough for you to have another "perspective" on Gates' desk... Hehe! *wink* And Emily, I hope it will fulfill your fantasy!

Again, great thanks to Mojor because let's face it, without her my story would have been far less sexy. She managed to find the right expressions my French-self couldn't phrase!

Once they're both entirely naked, he grips her tighs so that this time he's completely carrying her.

She can't believe she wants him again, so soon.

"You're so beautiful. I can't get enough of you–won't." Oh, his words.

She doesn't have the words to answer him so she pulls him in tightly for a crushing kiss. Being pinned against the wall isn't enough, they let the passion take them both and they're soon moving around the room. They stumble a few times before they finally bump into something that makes them stop.

A desk.

Gate's desk. Oh shit. The precinct, they can't, they can't do this here.

"Castle... No, not here." It's killing her to say so but... they can wait until they're in a bed, right?

"Oh yes, Detective. Right. Here." ...Maybe not.

"No, Gates..."

"Isn't here right now."

"She'll know, Castle. She's a maniac! She'll know we breathed the same air as hers, that we even set foot in her room."

"You really are freaking out right now?"

"Castle, this is not funny."

"Maybe not... but it surely is strangely arousing."

With that, he sets her on the desk and it looks like a damn cliché but he understands where it comes from. Sweeping everything from the desk that's in their way and, especially on Gate's desk, he likes the symbolism.

Kate does too. She should hate him for it. And she would if she didn't want him so fucking much.

Forgetting all of her previous thoughts, she doesn't waste time before she lets her hands wander to find his lenght. She's teasing at first and Castle is both excited and afraid he doesn't know how to do this.

What is wrong with him?

Well, he has to admit, it's been quite some time. And it's his first time with her after all... Hopefully, his last first time ever. He doesn't want to disappoint her, he wants to please her, show her how skillfull he really is.

But it's getting more difficult when her thumb plays with his tip, stroking him gently. She grins when she feels his erection straining under her hand, letting out his first drops of pre-cum.

Oh she's good.

Before she lets him have it all, he's working on her breasts. Biting her nipples before sucking and stroking them at the same time.

She's panting and he's not doing much better. She's now stroking his full lenght and the speed increases at the same rhythm of her pleasure.

"Kate." He growls "..won't..last." He chokes the word out.

"Good, I don't think I will either."

"Kaaate..."

"Let's forget about the foreplay, Castle. Inside me. Now," she growls.

His primal instinct wants to take her entirely, get inside her in a single stroke but it's wrong, it's not how their first time should happen.

So he penetrates her slowly, giving her time to become accustomed to his length.

Oh fuck.

That says it all.

Everything happening after is a blur. A beautiful, hot, sweaty blur. His hips are thrustring faster and faster, harder and harder. She meets his pelvis at each thrust, giving him a deeper access.

They can't think about anything but how good it feels. How right.

They especially forget about where they are. Gate's desk.

Their movements are frantic and the desk shakes beneath them.

They vaguely hear some objects falling to the ground and some shattering glass on the floor.

But besides being proud of their feats they don't -can't- acknowledge it.

The blur is also very noisy. Castle would have never picked Kate Beckett for a loud lover. Guess he was wrong.

He's delighted by this discovery, especially since he is the cause of such expression. He's quieter usually. But it's different here. With her. Like it always is.

"Rick." She struggled to form the rest of her sentence. "I am so very very close," she barely whispers.

Her words send him over the edge.

With two final hard thrusts, he comes. Hard.

So does she. She's convulsing, screaming and he's afraid she'll lose her voice tomorrow.

Then they black out.

Trying to catch their breaths, he holds her tight in his arms and her head leans on his shoulder.

"That was..."

"Yeah... I'm not sure amazing covers it."

"You were right, you know, I really had no idea."

"Neither did I, Castle. Neither did I."

They finally take a look at the room. Or at the mess the room has become.

Kate stands up and finds her legs still wobbling a little.

"Um. So..."

Kate takes her head in her hands. "Oh God, she'll definitely know we were here."

There is a slight feeling of embarrassment but no regrets.

They begin to put their clothes on again so they can pick up some items and clean. Castle tries to comfort her. "Maybe not. Look, if we can put everything back in place... We're pretty efficient after all."

He winks at her and she can't stop the blush that creeps out on her face. But she quickly pulls herself together and glares at him. "Yeah, cause you took a picture before to ensure we could do that?"

He looks pensive. "No but that's a good idea. We should keep it in mind for next time." She rolls her eyes. "And for your information, I didn't really plan on this to happen." He smiles, smugly, thinking of what just happened.

"Say that a little louder Castle!"

She looks at the desk, desperate. Well, since there's no going back, she may as well play along. "At least now this definitely will be "Sir's desk" for me. And not because of Gates." She winks at him. And they're both surprised by how awkward the situation is not.

"Why detective, thank you!"

They grow silent, focusing on cleaning up their mess... Until Kate suddenly gets up, a wicked grin on her face.

Castle looks at her in wonder. "What?"

Suggestivly, she's swaying cuffs in her hand. "Didn't I promise you that next time will be without a tiger?"

Fin.