Hey,

Well I have done as requested and continued, and I've sort of wrapped this up, so that if I decide not to carry on, it can be left as is. I've really enjoyed writing this, and I will continue to write it if there are requests for it. It's definitely smut, so if you don't like it, you've been warned. It's pretty OOC, but I've had fun writing it, and hopefully you'll have fun reading it.

Anyway, reviews are beautiful, and it would be fabulous to hear what you guys want or what you think. Enjoy, leave a review, and push me to write more if you like!

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A mischievous grin found her lips and her eyes started sparkling with mirth as she sat up a little straighter.

"Show you huh? Well, in that case..."

She sat up, straddling his chest. He felt his heart begin to pound as she leant down, pressing her lips to his throat. Her hair fell in silky brown cascades around his face, and he inhaled deeply, her all familiar scent surrounding him.

"So maybe I was thinking of what it would feel like to press my lips to your jaw. Of how your day old stubble would feel against my lips, under my fingers," Beckett started, her voice seductively low and husky.

She scraped her nails over his stubble, and for the first time all day Castle was glad that he forgot to shave that morning.

"Maybe I was thinking how it would feel to touch your chest. To hear your heart beat. To kiss. To touch," Castle felt his cock twitch as she did exactly what she said, running her fingers down the expanse of his chest and down to trace his navel. She pressed her lips to where his heart was hammering under his chest, before moving over to his nipple and taking it into his mouth.

A growl left his lips and she hummed happily, grinding her hips down against his groin. He finally sprung to full arousal as she bit his chest slightly, sucking hard.

"Mmh, Rick, maybe I was thinking of how you smell so good," she began sliding down his body, keeping close enough to rub her breasts along him. Castle could barely believe his eyes or his ears. This was a side of Katherine Beckett he had never seen before.

She finally stopped so that she was settled between his legs, leaning over him with a wicked smile on her lips.

"Or how good you would feel," she took him into her hands and he felt himself grow even harder. Her talented fingers stroked his entire length, cupping and rubbing in just the right ways. Her thumb rasped over the tip, making his breath hitch instantly.

He groaned at the delicious sensation taking over his body, the sight of Beckett between his legs almost too much to bear.

"Or how good you would taste," she breathed, her voice so low that he almost missed it.

She lowered her mouth to him, her tongue darting out to brush the tip. A shudder ran through his body and she grinned before taking him into her mouth. He groaned as her hot, wet mouth sucked slightly, her tongue doing things that should be illegal.

Beckett started taking more and more of him in, until she managed to take almost his whole length into her mouth.

His hands were fisting the sheets, knuckles white from exertion. His breathing was shallow and rasping. His heart was beating wildly in his chest, so loud he was surprised Beckett didn't hear him.

Then, she swallowed against him. He let out a strangled yelp, trying his hardest to control the jerk of his hips so that he didn't hurt her.

She pulled back, letting him go with an audible pop. He swallowed, looking down to meet her eyes, not at all surprised to see them dark and glittering, full of lust and heat. He was beginning to like that look on her.

"I was thinking, of how I would taste you and tempt you, getting you so hot. Then I imagined I would stop. I would get you so worked up that you could barely control yourself," Beckett said, running her nails down his chest, tweaking his nipples before tracing his bellybutton. Castle's jaw began to ache as he struggled to close his mouth, from both shock and arousal.

"I was sitting there, at my desk, trying to focus on my paperwork, and all I could think of was you. All I could think about was you grabbing my hair and forcing me down. I was imagining you positively growling my name," she said, her voice the most attractive thing he had ever heard.

She took a deep breath, pressing her nose against the inside of his thigh, before continuing.

"Then, and then, Ricky, I was dreaming about how you would scream my name as I sucked you off."

The combination of what she was saying, the way she was saying it, and the use of such vulgar language hit Castle like a brick. Just as she'd been imagining, he snapped, taking her hair in his hands with just enough force to make her growl but not enough to hurt, and pushed her down to his now almost painful arousal.

She did exactly as she said, once again taking him into her mouth. She took him all the way in, and he started losing control. He moaned, and then in what could only be described as a growl, he uttered her name.

"Kate."

Her eyes darted up to meet his gaze. Those eyes were dangerous, he decided. Her predatory, almost animalistic eyes, smouldering, and burning into his. They were also filled with savage pleasure, and he knew that he'd done well to fulfill her fantasy.

She swallowed against him again, and the combination of her gaze, the way she gently tweaked with her fingers while her sweet, hot mouth did impossible things to him sent him tumbling over the edge.

Her name left his lips, loudly, gaspingly as he emptied himself into her waiting mouth. His body thrashed slightly, the waves of incredible pleasure. To his surprise, she took it all, cleaning his now almost flaccid member tenderly.

She continued to watch him panting, desperately trying to get his breath back, his heart hammering in his chest. Crawling over him, she came up to kiss him, which he gladly accepted. It was sweet and tender, a bit of a contrast to the wicked and dirty things she had just been doing to him.

"Jeez Kate, do you have many of these types of thoughts?" He managed when they finally pulled apart so he could gasp some desperately needed air.

She snuggled closer into his chest with a laugh, and he could feel the rumble of her chest against his.

"Oh Rick, you have no idea," she said softly, rasping her teeth over his chest. He let out a low moan, his fingers pressing into her back.

"You, Katherine Beckett, will be the death of me," He muttered, feeling himself stir beneath her. She felt it, and a sultry smile lit up her face. She crawled up him, meeting his lips with hers and kissing him sweetly. Her mouth was hot and warm and so perfect, and Castle knew he could be happy with simply kissing her forever.

She straddled his hips, his hands automatically wrapping around her hips to steady her. As she deepened the kiss, turning sweetness into hot, desperate lust, she started grinding her hips against him, letting out a soft, quiet moan.

"Rick," she breathed, peppering his neck with kisses as she moved her body over him, lining them up. She was about to lower her body onto his when suddenly, a loud, obnoxious knock sounded at her front door.

Kate let out a low groan of frustration. Pressing her lips to his chest, she began to get off of him.

"No!" Castle whined, frowning at her. "Don't go, just ignore them, they'll leave eventually."

Kate laughed, watching his frown turn into a pout that a three year old would be proud of.

"I'll be back in just a second, I'll just check who it is and send them away," she grabbed her dressing gown from the bathroom door and headed out. Before leaving the bedroom completely, she turned to take a last look at Castle.

He looked distinctly uncomfortable, laying spread on the bed without a stitch on, his desire glaringly obvious. He glared at her, sitting up a little. She simply shot a wink in his direction and left.

Kate unbolted the door, beginning to wonder who would be coming to her apartment. When she opened the door however, nothing had prepared her for who stood there.

Lanie stood at her doorstep with a large smile and a bottle of her favourite red.

"Lanie!" Kate's mouth fell open in shock, and she folded her arms over her dressing gown just to ensure it didn't fall open. "What are you doing here?"

Lanie arched one perfect eyebrow at her, skimming her eyes over Kate to take in her appearance.

"Well, I was going to come over for a girl's night in, but I can see that you're..." Lanie paused and gestured to Kate's dressing gown. "Entertaining. Good for you girl, I'm glad to see you're not moping around anymore."

"Uh, wh-what makes you think that, exactly?" Kate stammered, blushing a deep crimson.

"Oh honey please, the lack of clothing, kissed lips, and that," Lanie leant forward, pointing her finger along Kate's neck, "is an impressive collection of hickeys."

Kate clutched at her neck and gulped, praying that Lanie wouldn't question her now.

"I'll leave you to it, but I want all the details later!" Lanie said playfully, winking at her before turning to leave.

Kate heaved a sigh of relief, and started closing the door.

"Kate?"

She froze instantly. Castle's voice rang out from the bedroom, and before she could finish closing the door, Lanie barged back in.

"I just heard Richard Castle's voice coming from your bedroom," Lanie hissed, torn between shock, anger and happiness. "You're finally sleeping with Castle, and you didn't tell me?" She practically yelled.

Kate shook her head instantly. "No, Lanie it's not-"

"Oh no, you do not tell me that was not Castle. I am not stupid Katherine Beckett, and I'm not deaf either. I'd go in there myself to prove a point, but I know better than to-"

Her face went slack, her jaw fell open. Kate grimaced, and turned around to find a very embarrassed, very awkward Rick Castle standing in the hall with nothing but the sheets clutched around his waist.

Kate braced herself, and sure enough, Lanie emitted a shrill squeak of delight, slapped her on the arm, and hugged her tightly in a matter of seconds.

Castle looked thoroughly ashamed, and began to slink back down the hall to the bedroom.

"Richard Castle I will be having words with you when I see you next!" Lanie yelled after him triumphantly, looking like all of her Christmases had come at once.

"And you! I can't believe that you didn't tell me! Did I interrupt you guys?" Lanie gushed, smacking her on the arm softly again. "How long has this been going on?"

Kate's cheeks were burning bright red at this point, feeling exactly the same as if she'd been caught making out with her boyfriend by her parents.

"Well, it's just today really. It hadn't happened before today," she managed before Lanie let out another high pitched squeal.

"Right, well I'm just going to leave you to that, and try really hard not to think about what you two are up to," Lanie started rapidly backing out of the door. "Have fun tonight, and I definitely want all of the details as soon as you can!" She waggled her eyebrows suggestively, in a move that reminded her instantly of Castle.

Kate laughed as Lanie laughed loudly to herself, cheering as she went down the hall, before closing the door. She locked the door quickly before covering her face in her hands. Then, after an awkward pause, she began laughing at the blush that she knew was currently burning up her cheeks.

"Richard Castle!" She yelled, feigning seriousness as she stalked down the hall to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, looking thoroughly ashamed of himself. Kate had to fight to keep an unimpressed look on her face, because in reality all she wanted to do was jump on him and kiss him senseless.

He had her favourite lost puppy look on his face, and combined with his mussed up hair, the various hickeys across his neck and shoulders, and his distinct lack of clothing made him seem all the more adorable.

"That's not exactly how I pictured Lanie finding out," Kate said, and Castle began to smirk slightly. "I don't think she's going to forget that anytime soon."

"Poor Lanie," Castle said, a full grin finding his face. "Her face was priceless though. It was like a deer in the headlights."

Kate felt her composure slipping, and a smile began to curve her lips. Then, Castle let out a slight chortle, and at the memory of Lanie's slack-jawed expression, a giggle left her mouth.

Before she knew it, they were both in complete hysterics, and she could barely breathe, tears streaming freely down her face. Castle was rolling on the bed, clutching his stomach.

She leant against the wall, gasping for air desperately, and when she finally calmed she found herself watching Castle fondly, a content smile on her lips.

His eyes met hers, and she went to stand in front of him. His hands instantly found her hips, and he pressed a soft, tender kiss to her lips.

Compared to the kisses shared earlier, it seemed was different. It was still passionate and full of fire, but it was tender and caring at the same time. It spoke of all the missed opportunities they'd had, the harsh words that had sometimes passed between them, the grueling cases, the coffees, the promises made and all of the unspoken emotions they had for each other. It spoke of their partnership and the bond they shared, and it spoke of their love.

His eyes flicked open to meet hers, and her chest felt like it would burst at the sight of them. They were filled with all of the things she was experiencing; lust, adoration, trust and most of all, love.

Then she dug her fingers harder into his back and she took a deep shuddering breath.

"I love you, Rick," she breathed, and suddenly every single nerve in her body came alive. Her heart was beating so hard it felt like it no longer fit in her chest, and she could barely contain her smile.

He scooped her up in his arms with an ecstatic cry, making her laugh and squeal. As he spun her around, she could feel his breath in her ear, and she dug her nails into him sharply. All reminders that she wasn't imagining things, and she wasn't dreaming and she was finally his.

When he finally put her down she clung to him, looking at him with that smile on her face, the smile she reserved for him. Her eyes were practically glowing.

"I love you too Kate," he breathed, his eyes glowing, his fingers running over her back tenderly. The depth of his love was evident in the gleam in his eyes and the openness of his face.

And instead of being scared, Kate found herself kissing him with everything that she had, desperate to show him that she was there to stay.