He cries.
She knows this about him. It's one of the things that made her fall in love with him. She knew he was it for her their first night together. The smell of four years of pent up lust, the passion, the way his tears joined the ones running down her cheeks. How he alternated chanting her name and his confessions of love. He held her in his arms. Wrapped her tightly in them as soon as he disposed of the only tangible evidence that they had once been joined in the most intimate way. And they cried. For the years of wasted time. For the hurt they had inflicted on each other. For the bullet and the bomb that left them too close to never experiencing this moment.
They cried for the reassurance of always.
She knew four years later he would hold her in his arms and cry again
"Rick" Kate started. He was watching her, observing like he always did. She was biting her bottom lip, a nervous tick he knew better than he knew the characters in his novels. He trusted her. More than he ever trusted his first two wives. He no longer lived his life waiting for that second shoe to drop, but in this moment, he couldn't read her.
"Kate" her name came out more strangled than he intended as he studied the conflicted look on her face, the tears beginning to pool in her eyes.
"I want more" she got out with a whisper. She mentally cursed herself when she watched the color drain from his face and took a step back, distancing himself out of reflex.
"God, no. No Rick. That's not what I meant." She ran her hands through her hair in frustration and embarrassment. Katherine Beckett-Castle was not the writer in this relationship. She couldn't articulate her emotions the way he could. But even then, she knew what she wanted.
"I want more of you. I want all of you. Castle," she shuddered, pulling him close. "I want a baby".
And he cried.
She swiped the tears from his cheeks before kissing him lightly on the lips and untangling herself from his grip. So caught up in the moment she couldn't even remember him pulling her in.
He handed her her coffee and she walked out of the loft, out of their home, with the promise of talking more that night.
They were on each other as soon as she walked through door. With swollen lips and panting breaths, Castle breathed in the woman standing before him. Her clothes thrown haphazardly on the floor around them. His eyes darkened with lust and affection when he realized the only material now separating the two of them were the dark navy blue panties that she knew drove him wild. Her slim fingers wrapped themselves delicately around his already throbbing cock moaning as Castle involuntarily thrusted into her palm. Castle groaned with arousal soaking in the feel of her before he redirected her hand, immediately regretting his ability to keep control of the situation. "Kate. I need you. I need to be inside of you. Are you sure about this?" "Babe" Kate rasped out, pulling his fingers down to her core, pressing them into the heat that only he could create within her. Letting him feel the wetness that had stayed with her since their conversation that morning. "I'm sure. I've never been more sure of anything. I want to know what it feels like to have you let go completely, filling me the way nature intended. Please, Castle. Get me pregnant".
She grabbed his hand and led him to their room, knowing there was no turning back. Knowing that she was about to give him a piece of her no man had ever taken because there had never been a man she wanted to give it to. Not before him.
Castle laid her on the bed, her legs immediately wrapping around his body. She reached her hand between them, grabbing his member, swirling the precum that had gathered on his tip before guiding him to her entrance.
He pushed in slowly, allowing himself the time to enjoy the warmth of her walls coaxing him home. Kate shivered, every nerve seemingly over stimulated and she had yet to orgasm. "Rick" Kate finally gasped once he started slowly pumping in and out of her, filling her completely.
Having sex with Richard Castle lit every nerve of her body on fire.
But this? But making love with him, no barrier between them, set off something primal inside of her.
She was so close already. Hell, she had been on the brink of orgasm all day. She could feel his thrusts becoming more erratic, the desperate grunts pulling her back into focus. "Let go, Rick. I'm almost there. I want us to go together"
That was all he needed, he desperately thrusted into her, hitting every spot that drove her wild. He reached his hand between their joined bodies and circled her clit with his thumb, allowing her to hit that peak right as he spilled into her. Giving her everything he had.
He cried.
A year later when they finally had a test with two pink lines, both of them so close to giving up on the idea of a family together.
He cried.
When his second daughter was born nine months after.
He cried when he gave his oldest daughter away, when he found out his daughters wouldn't be getting one brother, but two, and he cried when the twins were born, finally completing their family.
He cries.
Because having a life with Kate Beckett is more than he thought he ever deserved.
He cries.
She loves him even more for it.
