A/N: Okay this is the beginning of the smut! I am working n the next three scenes now so you will get some smut today. I have just been gone a few days and wanted to get this out there.

Thank you all for your support!

Rick and Kate watched in awed silence as the two redheads gathered up their phones, purses, and keys in a flurry of movement, well wishes and assurances that neither of them would be home before lunch the next day.

When the door finally closed behind them, the loft seemed eerily quiet and strangely... a little awkward.

"So..." Rick smiled at her nervously. "Drink?"

"Yes please!" Kate nodded a little too vigorously.

They walked back to the kitchen in silence; both of them stealing little glances at each other but also being careful not to brush against one another.

Beckett took a seat at the bar while Rick got another glass out of the cabinet and split the remaining Shiraz between the two of them.

When he handed her the glass, his fingers accidentally brushed hers, sending a current of electricity running up her arm that made her jump. Laughing, she set the glass back on the counter.

"What are we doing?" She smiled gently.

"I have no idea." Castle chuckled. "It's like... before, in LA..."

"Like that was..." She finished for him. "Like whatever happened there..."

"Couldn't affect what happened here? Like it was..."

"A dream." Kate smiled. They were still the same. This was still Castle. They had crossed that last line between them... and nothing had changed.

Well, except her appetite for sex.

That seemed to have revved into overdrive.

As soon as that thought entered her mind, Beckett flushed; feeling a flutter of tension in her belly and a heat that spread through her chest to flush her neck and cheeks.

Rick quirked one eyebrow, watching with a smile as Kate took a long drink from her glass. "Why Detective Beckett... I believe your tell is showing."

She frowned at him. "Don't be so smug." She slid off her barstool, moving close enough to feel the heat from his body as she closed her lips around the glass again. She took a drink, licking a drop of the crimson liquid from her lower lip before pulling it between her teeth.

Castle swallowed, his back automatically straightened as his arms wrapped around the woman in front of him. He pulled her roughly against him, making her gasp into his mouth as he kissed her.

The kiss wasn't gentle, it was hard and bruising; a reconnecting that both of them needed. When they finally broke apart for air, Kate rested her forehead against Castle's chest, trying to catch her breath.

A moment later she was laughing.

Rick pulled back slightly to look at her. "What?"

She glance down for a moment. "Why Mr. Castle... I believe your tell is showing."

He growled at her and Kate had just enough time to slide her glass onto the counter before he was plastered against her, pushing her backwards towards the couch. He brought his lips down to hers, groaning when she immediately opened her mouth, allowing him inside. One hand slid up to tangle in her hair as the other slid down to cup her ass; pulling her harder against the bulge in his pants.

"Mmmm." Kate didn't hesitate. The fire growing low in her belly and the need curling deeply below didn't even give her that option. Her hands worked on autopilot, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it open to scratch her nails down his bare chest.

God how she loved his chest! Broad and strong, his muscles tensing beneath her fingers, the red scratches she left behind directly on top of the ones that had faded from the day before.

Rick finally pulled his mouth away, looking directly into her eyes for a moment before he grabbed for the edges of her blouse and pulled it off over her head. His fingers made quick work of her bra and he stopped to stare for a moment. Her breasts were perfect. He cupped them in his hands, squeezing gently, the weight of them, the feel of them making him crazy.

She was perfect.

He slid his fingers under the edge of her waistband, but the tight jeans didn't allow him the access he craved so he flipped the button open and tried to slide them down her hips.

'Tried" being the operative word.

He wrestled with the skin tight denim for a few minutes before growling in frustration.

"Having trouble there, Castle?"

He could hear the laughter in her voice and glowered at her. "How the hell did you get these things on?"

"Is getting them on really what you should be focused on right now?" She couldn't resist the impish smile that hijacked her lips.

"Beckett!" He whined.

"You know I wear these for you right?"

For a moment he went still, looking down at her with such tenderness that she didn't know if she would survive it.

Then he was Castle again. "I look good in my pants!" He hooked his fingers into her belt loops and pulled her closer. "And I don't need a crowbar to get out of them!" He reached down and flipped his button and zipper open, watching as his slacks slid down his legs to puddle on the floor. "See? Easy!"

Kate leaned into him, sliding her hand down his chest to slip into his boxers. "I didn't think you wanted easy..." She gripped him firmly, her breath catching as she felt him harden even more. "I thought you wanted me."