AN: It'ss short but it deserves its own... and a new one is coming soon.
AN2: Boobs + Boiling water = Not good. Just saying.
Richard Castle took a deep breath. His eyelids fluttered and he recognized on some level that he was sticky.
His entire body.
Very, very... sticky.
Shaking his head, he raised it from the pillow. Reaching out an arm to feel along the bed beside him, looking for the warm figure he knew should be there.
But there was nothing.
"Kate?" He sat halfway up, his hand going to his temple like he had been drinking the night before, even though he knew he hadn't. ''Beckett?"
"Castle?" Her amusement showed on her face as she popped in from his study. "Problem?"
"Uhm..." He tried not to stare but it was impossible. She was wearing one of his white tuxedo shirts; only the bottom three buttons were fastened.
And that was all.
Her long... long legs were a glorious sight.
He smiled, running his hands through his hair. "Sometimes..." He swallowed. "Sometimes I forget that you're real."
She unbuttoned the shirt, dropping it as she walked towards him, naked as the day she was born.
"And then..." He breathed. "There you are..."
He put his hand over his mouth and in that moment, Kate knew.
She knew exactly what she meant to him.
And her smile was enough...
...for anything.
"I think that's the sugar rush talking."
"What were you doing?"
"I have seen that door in your study so many times. Always wondered where it went." She climbed onto the bed.
"Did you go out?" He tried not to notice her muscles... her thighs...
"It's locked." She grinned as she straddled him.
"It's a patio."
"I figured." She pressed into him. "Wanna show it to me?"
"Not... at this... exact moment..." His hands went to her hips. "Not to sound like a sex maniac or anything but..."
"No." Kate filled in the gaps for him. She dropped her head, looking like she was in pain as she admitted, "I can't stop either..."
She began to grind against him, loving the way his large hands gripped her hips as her own wandered over his naked chest.
"God, you're wet." Rick whispered. "Why are you already so wet?" He groaned when she pushed harder, his shaft sliding along her cleft. When the head brushed over her swollen nerves, her eyes slammed shut.
"Have you seen the view from your study?" Kate panted.
He choked on his laughter. "Wait till I get you outside."
"I dunno, Castle... I was never much for exhibitionism."
"I own the whole floor, Beckett. We don't have any neighbors to see..." The look of interest on her face made him pause. "Seriously?"
Kate smirked at him. "Maybe..." She ground her hips a little harder. "But you'll have to earn it."
"Don't you have to be at the station soon?"
Kate grinned. 'I'm on call this weekend."
He began to shift beneath her. "Then there is absolutely no problem..."
"Little cocky aren't you?" She pressed her finger against his lips when he opened his mouth to respond. "Say it, and I'll throw you out of your own loft."
Knowing she could actually do it, Castle just shook his head. "Whatever, Ahab." He slid his hand lower, coating his fingers in the slick , wet heat between her thighs. "Whatever."