So obviously this isn't the title of an episode but a lot of people asked to see something from during her suspension so... this one's for all of you!

Suspension

They fell asleep with smiles on their faces, woke in a similar fashion. Kate was on her stomach with Castle half on top of her, his arm and leg thrown possessively over her. Her head was turned away from him but she could feel his breath on the back of her neck, the soft exhales sending waves of heat feathering through her veins.

The clock on the nightstand read just before seven a.m., meaning the alarm would be going off any minute now. She sighed, relaxed back into the sheets, into her fiancé, to enjoy the last precious minutes before having to face the day.

God, it'd been a month now and she still felt a ripple of giddiness every time the word 'fiancé' crossed her mind.

Carefully she turned her head, found herself face to face with Castle and before she could stop herself, she was pressing her lips to his, soft and sweet. He didn't stir at first but as she pulled away and settled her head back on the pillow next to his, she felt his arm twitch, heard him sigh contentedly. Gradually, his hand made its way up her arm, up to her shoulder, her neck, the back of her head. She lifted her eyes to find Castle blinking his open against the early morning light, slowly coming to focus on her. He smiled, the affection in his features so unrestrained in the sleepiness that still hung over him.

But he guided her in then, kissed her gently, and he was certainly awake enough to take her breath away despite the chasteness of the gesture.

"Morning," she murmured against his lips.

He kissed her again, pulled back only slightly. "Mmmm, good morning."

The alarm sounded just then, causing them to jerk apart in surprise, breaking the mood. Kate groaned, reached behind her to smack the snooze button, managing to not only silence the alarm but to send something else clattering to the floor as she did so.

With a sigh she rolled over, bent down over the edge of the bed to retrieve the fallen object. Their journal, apparently. She vaguely remembered tossing it aside after reading the letter in the middle of the night, determined to lure Castle back into slumber before he had a chance to turn his thoughts back to the reason he'd been awake in the first place. Apparently it had worked because he'd fallen asleep quickly and hadn't woken again.

Castle too leaned over to see what it was, tugged her back into his arms before she had a chance to set the journal on the nightstand.

"Castle," she protested, but he pulled harder, determined.

"Let's read."

She looked pointedly at the clock. "We have to get ready for work."

"We can spare a few minutes."

"Castle..."

"Please?" he asked, gently turning her in his arms, and from the plea in his voice it occurred to her that maybe he was still upset, still wrapped up by the lingering thoughts that had woken him in the middle of the night.

"Are you still...?"

"No," he interrupted with a shake of his head, putting an end to that hypothesis. "I'm okay now. But I just... please?"

Kate searched his eyes, finding no hints of the haunted look from earlier this morning, the emptiness now replaced with eagerness. Which meant he knew what was written in the next letter and he wanted her to read it and... ah, hell, she could spare a few minutes.

"Okay."

He snagged the journal from her with one hand, guided her even closer with the other, and she was now half sprawled over his side and not really in a good position to read, but he seemed not to mind. After last night, after his words had broken both of their hearts, she was willing to indulge him if it would help put them back together a little more.

Castle grinned enthusiastically, laid the journal on the pillow and flipped sloppily to the correct page. Kate shook her head. He was so ungraceful when he was excited. It was adorable.

"What?" he asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

She shook her head again, hid her smile by dropping her eyes to the page. "Nothing. Read."

Dear Kate,

I'm speechless. At a loss for words. (I think I said that last time I wrote to you but apparently you've still managed to render me an incoherent mess.) I don't even know what to say, because I don't think there are any words to describe these last two weeks and how incredibly happy I've been. It's unlike anything else I've ever experienced.

It's been a couple weeks since I've written to you and honestly, up until today I'd been having too much fun to even think about this journal. But now that you're back at your place for tonight, I realized I miss writing to you.

I also miss you. I know, I know, I just saw you six hours ago. I've seen you every day for the last two weeks, and you've been naked a lot which is just an added bonus because, God, Kate, you're so gorgeous. Everything about you. Even your scars, which I know you're still a bit self-conscious about. But they're a part of you and they tell the story of how you survived and fought to win your life back.

I suppose I could just tell you all of these things now that we're together, but since my words were what brought us together in the first place, it only seems right that I continue to write to you. Besides, if you somehow read these letters someday, well, it can't hurt to be told more than once all the reasons I love you, right?

Then again, I could fill an entire book with that list and I have a feeling it's only going to grow as the days pass. It's been two weeks and I already love you more than I ever thought possible, and every day you give me a reason to fall even harder.

Like the way your eyes sparkle when you're happy and the way you have a special smile that only I get to see. The way you look when you sleep, so peaceful and gentle. The way you cling to me at night and the way I wake with you in my arms or with your head on my chest or your body wrapped up in mine.

Of course, let's not forget the way you kiss me like you can't get enough, the way you gasp and moan and breathe my name against my skin. The way you look when you're writhing beneath me, the way you feel when you fall apart around me. You're beautiful all the time but watching you lose control is the most incredible thing I've ever witnessed.

And you're insatiable. Well, okay, maybe we both are. I have to admit, I thought I'd be the one jumping you in your kitchen or against my bathroom counter or on my desk, but I was wrong; of the two of us, you're clearly the more adventurous. And eager. And tireless. You always made teasing comments about it but I was never sure exactly how many of them were true and how many were just because you liked messing with me.

Turns out they were both.

I think you've completely worn me out at this point. Maybe it's for the best that we're not together tonight, because – and I never thought I'd be saying this – I think I need a break. At the same time, I don't want to go to bed without you. Two weeks, and I'm already addicted to the feeling of having you next to me, waking with you each morning. It's well after midnight now and I'm exhausted but I'm putting off going to bed because you're not here.

Two weeks, Kate, and I already can't sleep without you. Two weeks, and I've fallen so much harder than I already had before you showed up at my door.

But that's okay, because I know this is it for me. My heart will always belong to you.

I know you're not ready to hear any of this yet, but it's true.

I love you, Kate.

Rick

By the time she finished the letter, Kate could see why he'd wanted her to read it. She was smiling like an idiot and her heart was overflowing with happiness and love and, God, this man.

"Castle," she murmured, lifting her lips to his.

"Hmmm?" he asked as they separated.

She shook her head, at a loss for words. "I still feel that way," she admitted.

"What way?"

Kate indicated the page. "Giddy. So happy. Insatiable, as you called me." He chuckled. "I just... it's been more than two years."

"So?"

"So I didn't know it could be like this."

He smiled, kissed her again. "Neither did I."

Thoughts?