Chapter 21 = Farm Boy

Sad but true, still not mine.

They tumbled out of the elevator, entangled in each-others limbs. Laughter echoed down the hallway. Castle wrestled with his pockets to locate his keys.

He held a finger to her lips as they entered the loft, it was way past midnight. Alexis was staying with a friend, but who knew who or what they might encounter if Mother was awake. Castle let out a sigh of relief. Mother was not to be seen.

Kate eyed the TV as Castle pulled her past it, towards his study and beyond. "Don't worry the TV in my bedroom is even better."

Kate shook her head and let him lead the way. She dropped her guitar in the study. They toppled on to his bed. He rolled her onto her back. Propping himself up on his elbows, pinning her below him. "What movie?"

A broad grin graced her face "The Princess Bride."

With merriment in his blue eyes he mocked her. "Ms. I don't believe in fate, fairy tales or Santa wants to watch 'The Princess Bride.'"

She tried to escape, truth be told she didn't try that hard "Favorite Movie. I read the book before it was cool, before it was a movie. You in?"

He rolled off of her and threw his off his coat, beaming his boyish grin when the coat landed on the chaise by the window. He followed up his coat tossing victory with "As you wish." Castle knew she loved the movie. After all they were trading quotes at Ryan's wedding. He simply wanted to hear her say it. Castle loved when she shared the softer side of Becket, the Kate side.

Castle knelt at her feet, carefully unzipping boot by boot - taking his time as he removed each boot. Slipping a hand inside each jean clad leg. Letting his fingers softly trail up her calves.

Kate let out a soft chortle "I thought this was Date #2? Would have thought you undressing me was at least Date #4."

"Totally Date #2." His devilish grin was back. "YOU, Detective Beckett, have never been on Date #2 with me."

Kate sat up, slid off the bed to land in his lap. She wrapped her legs around his waist, dragging him in for a kiss. A kiss that reached to the depths of his core, "Do we watch TV in bed?"

He fought to regain his breath. "Yes."

Kate lowered her mouth to the hollow of his neck, gently sucking his skin "Good. Do we get to drink wine in bed?" She was killing him.

He pushed her away. Untangled her legs and jumped to his feet, uttering a guttural "Yes."

Kate waggled her fingers at him, requesting a hand up. Her hands landed on his hips, hooking her thumbs in his belt loops. "I forgot another condition."

He could tell by the twinkle in her eye she was going to tease him. He prayed his heart could take it. "What am I going to sleep in?"

He gulped several times. Castle wanted to say 'nothing', he so wanted to say 'nothing'. But it was too soon for that. "Shouldn't you take off your jacket and stay a while first?"

Castle mentally slapped himself as he watch her lick her lips, finger the zipper of her jacket and slowly, ever so slowly drag the zipper lower and lower. Maybe she really did have a trick with ice cubes. He felt a fed flush creep up his face. Castle turned and walked to his dresser, he reached in and pulled out a t-shirt, maybe, just maybe, one of his more see through t-shirts and his batman boxers. Boxers for making memories.

Kate snatched the clothes out of his hands and headed to the bathroom to change. Not before calling out "Farm boy fetch us that wine."