'Come to bed.'

Castle had said these three words and all her problems had vanished. The sweetness in his voice had done the miracle. Detective Beckett will confront Senator Bracken someday, but not today.

Now Kate was relaxing with a hot water shower, as hot as she could stand. Her body had been asking for it hours ago. May be her subconscious was trying to balance the cold she had felt. The weirdest thing was that Castle had not joined her with some excuse like 'saving water' or 'protect the environment'.

Then she toweled and noticed new bruises and scratches along her body. Well, these new ones will match with the older ones. That was part of being a cop. She didn't care about it... until now, because she wanted to show off arms and bridal neckline without tons of makeup on her wedding day.

Kate, still in the bathroom, looked to the bedroom. No trace of Castle. 'Weird' she thought.

The writer was sitting in his office chair, with the only light of the desk lamp. He was quiet, watching the fonts of the wedding invitations.

Well, not exactly.

Castle was watching the name "Katherine Beckett" written in different styles. He was running his fingertip along the printed characters, softly, like he was caressing her skin.

He heard the hair dryer in the bathroom. He looked through the shelves and smiled. He had left her alone, because he needed to be alone too.

He had suffered hours of desperation in the 12th Precinct, looking at her empty chair, wishing that she had been sitting there. Doing paperwork. Or Quiet and frowned. Or arguing with him. Whatever. JUST IN HER CHAIR. And now she was here, with him, again. He needed a moment for realizing that their lives had returned to nomality.

Castle thought about it.

In the morning they were choosing a card, and only a few hours later he was thinking that it could had been their last moment together.

He almost become crazy.

The writer wonder... What would he do without "Katherine Beckett"? What if he had not met her? What if he had not find the adult and sincere love, her understanding, her complicity and their mutual admiration?

He did not notice that the hairdryer was switched off.

He did not notice that there was a shadow moving in their bedroom.

'Hey!' he heard.

The writer rised his head and noticed the sensual silhouette of his "Katherine Beckett", with all the characters, wearing a
light silk pajamas. He said no word. He only looked at her and his face changed from seriousness to opened jaw in a second.

He was under her spell now.

Kate walked foward him, doing the silk dancing with her steps. She looked at his eyes and caressed his cheek... then his jaw... and finally his chin... He felt the warm of her hand and the fragance of the shower soap. It bring him back to the present.

'Come to bed, babe.' she whispered.

Castle took her hand, kissed her knuckles and looked at her eyes mischievously. The detective smiled and bitted her lower lip. Then, in a second, the writer stood up and picked her up in his arms. She shouted surprised and laughed when Castle carried her to the bed.

Castle, exhausted, was fallen asleep when he felt Kate's body shaking in his arms.

'Beckett! Are you o.k.?' he asked afraid in the darkness of the bedroom.

She shaked harder and bursted into laughter. The writer switched on a lamp and watched his fiance laughing like a kid.

'Tell me you aren't laugher... at me' he said raising a eyebrow, really worried.

Kate make gestures with her hands and head denying it while she tried to calm down.

'Y-You should have seen w-what I did with the ketchup a-and the beet juicehehehehehe' she said belly laughing again with tears in her eyes.

Castle relaxed and smiled at her.

'I-I had to spit the fluid at the screen and then I was afraid to open my m-mouth because the bad guy could smell my breath!' the detective hid her face in the pillow and continued laughing.

Castle was happy.

'I will give you my fake blood recipe for the next time you needed it. Maple syrop, chocolate and strawberries. Sweet.' he
said.

'Good idea!' Kate said with shiny eyes.

'You know? I think that you made that trick thanks to my priceless influence.' the writer said pleased.

'Oh! Came on! Are you the only one who can be resourceful?' she reproached but not really angry.

'I'm a good influence, you cannot denay it... the Beckett from six years ago had never done such a geek thing'

Kate moved quickly. Castle catched the pillow that she had just thrown to his face. The actual Beckett rolled up her eyes like former Beckett had done.

The writer looked at her eyes seductively and smiled playfully.

'Don't start a battle if you cannot wiiiiin iiiiiit' he said singing while slid his hands under the sheets. He was prepared to win.

'Ok. You are a not-too-bad influence' She said moving closer to him. Then kissed his lips softly.

Castle kissed her too and slid his fingers along her athletic body. He noticed how his caress gave Kate goose bumps. She was turned on and he will be soon. That was easy.

'Mmmmh...' he moved his lips a little and talked 'There is something I can't forgive you...'

Kate opened her eyes and waited him to speak.

'So many years together... and you never had told me something dirty/filthy/sexy in Russian!' he whispered funny.

'Hey! I was a serious student! I didn't learn dirty/filthy anything!'

He kept his gaze with a smile that could break down walls. She looked at the ceiling and then smiled too. Kate turn from shy to sensual in a second. She let the words run from her mouth with stweetness and easily.

'VY UDIVITEL'NYY CHELOVEK' she said caressing his hair.

Castle did not understand a word but he was enchanted. She moved closer and he could felt her breath in his ear when she whispered:

'YA LYUBLYU TEBYA VSEM SVOIM SERDTSEM'

She moved again and now their lips were almost touching.

'VSEGDA' she finally said.

And their mouths joined in a sensual kiss which became lascivious and passionate. And Kate did not stop until she could feel Castle saying 'hello' with certain part of his body.

'I love that tongue that God has given you ... in every double meaning possible.' he said breathless.

'SNYAT' SHTANY!'

The writer understood nothing, but all were clear when Kate grabbed his boxers and left him naked again.

Thanks for reading.

Here is the translation of Russian phrases:

VY UDIVITEL'NYY CHELOVEK = You are an amazing man.

YA LYUBLYU TEBYA VSEM SVOIM SERDTSEM = I love you with all my heart.

VSEGDA = Always

SNYAT' SHTANY! = Pants off!

I hope you have enjoyed it!

I'll apreciate reviews and comments!

I will continue as soon as possible...