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A/N: Thank you for everything. You are awesome. I have not forgotten about Through the Grapevine. That will hopefully resume in a few weeks. For now, I need to get these next couple of chapters up before After the Storm airs in the US.

Ok, my second multi-scenario chapter. This one may confuse you. Each scenario is in its seperate own reality but they are all a different version of the same evening, at different points.
This is very sappy. I don't care.
Kind of fun for me because in all the other ones I've written so far, Castle already knew that Beckett loved him. These all take place at a point where he's very recently doubted that several times, so, I actually got to have him a little disbelieving.
Set between Always and After the Storm. I realised the title was a double entendre about thirty seconds after I came up with it. That's how I knew I definitely had to use it.
Thankyou, The Script. Also, thank you Luna Halo.
I stole a line from a fic I'm working on. I hope I don't sue me. Myself. Whatever.
If it wasn't for the Author's Notes, this'd be pretty short (568 words).

Upload Date:(Just Barely) September 16, 2012

Chapter Rating: M(adult situations, swearing in the summary for #15)

Chapter Summary: Different points in the evening that Castle and Beckett finally hooked up in which she could have possibly told im she loved him, but probably didn't.

#15: For the First Time
The first time they get busy. Do The Nasty. Visit Grandma. (Sigh) While theyre fucking, ok? The first time they fuck.

#16: Post-Coital
Exactly what is says on the can.

#17: Untouchable
Castle wakes up in the middle of the night while Beckett is peeing, thinking she has left.

#15

As the rain poured, the thunder pounded and the lightning flashed, Richard Castle and Kate Beckett made love.

"I love you Castle," she whispered against his bare skin as he worshipped her with his body.

He halted, but she didn't appear to have noticed. She kept moving under him, whispering, "I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you."

He groaned against her mouth and kept going. Now was not the time for thinking or second-guessing. He could do that in the morning. Right now, he was perfectly content believing her, believing she was genuine, that they had a shot, that this was real.

#16

This was perfect and she never wanted to leave. Her head was on his chest and his arm was around her. She was breathing him in, in all his delicious Castleness.

"I love you," she whispered.

He didn't respond with words. He could tell by the way she said it that she believed it right now. So instead, he simply kissed her on the forehead, eliciting a contented sigh from her that made him think that maybe – just maybe – she really did feel that way.

#17

The thunder woke him. He was still half-asleep. His hand felt moisture on the pillow next to him, but no Beckett.

He took in a sharp breath. She was gone. That was just cruel. Despite everything, he didn't think she thought that little of him, that she would make a promise she couldn't keep. Offer him a beautiful dream and just take it way. Taunt him with one perfect night, with her scent, her touch, her voice... and then leave. Why couldn't she just leave him alone?

Why had she come here? Had she just used him?

If only he could feel hollow, empty. Unfortunately he was feeling all too full. His love for her was crushing him, suffocating him.

He heard a toilet flushing, bringing him back from his reverie.

His crushed heart almost stopped as he listened to running water.

Was she – ? Yes, she was.

He didn't realise he'd been holding his breath until he exhaled as a very naked Kate Beckett stopped back into his room and climbed back into bed with him.

All of a sudden his heart wasn't crushed at all, but it was still heavy with other emotions.: relief, joy and... something else.

"Did I wake you?" she asked, nuzzling his shoulder.

"Uh - " he gulped. "No. The um, the -" he let out a guttural groan as her tongue imitated its movements on a different body part from earlier in the evening, "thunder – hmm - the thunder woke me up," he gasped.

She chuckled against his skin.

"I'm so glad you're still here," he sighed.

She froze.

Crap, did I just say that out loud?

She looked up at him.

"Kate, I -"

"Castle."

"No, I didn't mean -"

"Castle," she said again, firmly but gently. "It's ok. I get it. We can talk about it in the morning."

They would have plenty of time to enumerate everything then. For now, she was in love, she was horny and she wasn't wasting any more time.

"I'm sorry -"

"I love you," she said simply, unabashedly, looking him straight in the eye.

His eyes widened.

Oh, she means it.

"Kate -"

"Shh," she interrupted him again. "No more talking."

After a very compelling argument made by her lips and tongue, he conceded that she was absolutely right; so instead of talking, they got started on round three.

If anyone knows the name of the movie that "Visiting Grandma" euphamism comes from, please let me know. I remember it had James Marsden and the young guy from "Hot Tub Time Machine" in it.