Author's Note: Thank you guys for reading/reviewing this story :) I'm so very glad you like it and hope you'll continue to like it hehe
Special thanks to Meganne and Cyn, you girls are awesome lab rats (but cute little rats you see, with curly whiskers and pink bows on your heads)
Hope to make you guys laugh some more - if I don't, feel free to throw stuff at me, as long as it's soft and good smelling, like puppies or pillows.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own them. I'm just a little in love with each of them.
As they pull away once more, with matching smiles on their faces –it seems like they can't stop smiling this morning- Kate strokes a finger on his cheek, her eyes mapping his face lovingly.
"I think you should go talk to Alexis first, though.'' She suggested timidly, and from the way his whole face lights up, it was apparently the right thing to say.
''You, Katherine Beckett, will never cease to amaze me.'' He sighs happily and she can't refrain the blush taking over her already flushed cheeks.
''Go, she's probably waiting for you.'' She urges him and he nods, but when he won't bulge, she sends him a questioning look that makes him chuckle.
''You'll have to let go of me first." He says, and she does realize that her left hand is still tightly wrapped around his right biceps.
To get back at him and the erase the smug look on his face, she flicks her fingers and pinches him under the biceps, right where the skin is the thinnest and he jumps off of her with a high pitched – and quite unmanly- hiss that as her sniggering beside him.
"You evil woman.'' He whines, rubbing his sore skin, a pout on his face. ''Why would you do that?''
''You are being way too cocky this morning, Mr Castle.'' She giggles, because she can see the red mark forming on his arm -she kisses it better delicately though. ''Plus, weren't you the one asking if it was all a dream last night?''
He did actually ask that, between the door and the room, when her hands were up his shirt and her lips on his clavicle.
''Yes I did, and you bit my shoulder then!'' He replies, pointing to the bite mark there. ''Seriously, there is something wrong with you. ' His words are accusing, but his eyes on her are actually shining with tenderness.
''Well, what do you want me to say, Castle? You were throwing those big, cheesy lines at me. I swear I could've mistaken you for a chick-flick novelist for a minute.'' She is so very proud of the affronted look she just put on his face right now.
''That is such a low blow. And you're one to talk, Miss I-just-want-you.'' He counters, trying in vain to mimic her. ''I'm sure even Harlequin writers don't use that line anymore. And what about your 'What do you want, Beckett? –You.' Huh? It's even cheesier than a bowl of poutine.'
''Hey! I was soaked to the bone and emotional'' She shots back, sitting up, mouth agape, because he did not just use that against her.
''Yes, well, I was emotional too.'' He defends, lifting himself up so he can peck her exposed shoulder, then her neck, her long locks tickling his nose as he does so.
''Let's all agree we were both emotional last night, then.'' She concludes with a grin, turning her head down so she can meet his eyes, rubbing her nose against his softly –like her mother used to do, Eskimo kisses, she called them. ''Talking about being emotional, you should really go talk to your daughter, Rick.''
''Can't I kiss you some more?'' He asks with a whine and she is very much reminded of a 9 year old kid. But his kid needs him right now, so with a last peck on his puckered lips and a giggle, she pushes him out of bed. The look on his face as he stumbles down is priceless and she lets out a sharp cackle.
He gets up, in all his glorious nudity, mumbles something about her manhandling him and it being not right, reaches down to grab the pair of boxers that lay, forgotten, on the floor, and as he turns to don them, Kate lets her eyes wander over his bare back, his toned and strong legs, and –let's be real here- his muscular buttocks. Because if she's always loved his ruggedly good looks, Kate Beckett has a special fondness for her partner's rear and she's never been past ogling them.
She watches as he goes to his dressing room, grabs a pair of sweater pants and a Green Lantern shirt and has to literally stifle her disappointment when he puts them on. He must be reading her mind -or she hasn't been as quiet as she thought- because as he turns back toward the bed, he waggles his eyebrows at her.
She throws him a ''Oh, shut up'' and hides back under the covers with a frustrated grunt, ashamed by her own neediness. She hears him chuckle –again- and feels the mattress sink on both sides of her head –probably his hands- feels his hot breath through the sheet as he whispers ''Be right back, don't move.'' His breath is replaced by his soft lips and even through the material, she can't help but respond to his gentle kiss. Then he's gone and she hears the door open and close behind him.
Here she lays, under Rick Castle's silk sheets –they must be silk, they're so soft- and as they move up and down over her grinning mouth as she breathes, she can feel the humid spot left by his kiss.
And although she'll never admit it to anyone, Kate Beckett is so happy she feels like dancing -and even singing - right now.
But then her phone rings and as she sluggish-ly reaches for her pants pocket on the floor –almost tipping over in the process- and sees the calling id, Lanie, she sighs. Flopping back on the bed, she presses the answer button and waits for the storm.
Only it's not a storm but a full-on hurricane that strikes her.