Castle Shorts

by THE Imzadi Fan

Newest chapter update "Break First." A collection of my Castle short stories. This will be where I post my fics with 4 or less chapters...the stories that aren't my long multi-chapter works. These may be inspired by an episode. They may be inspired by a song I heard that makes me think of Castle and Beckett. I have also moved my previously posted one-shots here.

3. Let's Make Love

So I've got a Castle playlist on my phone, and it has songs I've accumulated over the years that just make me think of Castle and Beckett in some way. This fic is kind of based around one of those songs–"Let's Make Love" was released in 1999 by Faith Hill and Tim McGraw, who are an excellent couple in their own right (and oh my God, if you ever get the chance to see them on tour together, the chemistry between them onstage is ELECTRIC).

When I heard this song on my playlist recently, I was immediately flooded with the images of the infamous scene from "Always" (Including that deleted scene), and I just couldn't get it out of my head. So I just had to write it out. I'll include some of the words in parts of the fic, but I highly recommend looking it up on Youtube or something and listening to get the real power and emotion of the song. You won't regret it…I promise!

I don't own Castle…and I don't own the song "Let's Make Love" either…

This starts with the end scene in "Always" and will continue through the night. As such, this is very much an M rated fic. There's lots of sex; I'm trying to keep it as romantic as possible, but still… I'm not sugarcoating it for you. Lots of sex. If you're not comfortable reading a sex fic, you might want to skip this one.

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Just a reminder warning…this fic contained within this chapter is 1000% rated M. Sexy times ahead. You have been warned.

Castle had just ended his call with Alexis when his phone rang again. Seeing Beckett's face on the caller ID, he stared at it for a moment before rejecting the call. He used the remote to turn on the touchscreen monitor in his office and opened the file…Beckett's file. He hesitated only a moment before moving the file to the trash with a heavy sigh. The knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts. There was a loud clap of thunder as he opened it, revealing Beckett, who had obviously been caught outside in the storm; she was soaking wet. "Beckett, what do you want?" he frowned.

Baby, I've been drifting away

And dreaming all day

Of holding you, touching you

The only thing I wanna do

Is be with you

As close to you

As I can be

She didn't hesitate with her answer, despite his unwelcoming tone or the look on his face. "You." She pushed into his loft, grabbed his face, and kissed him thoroughly. She wasn't sure if he was too shocked or too mad, but when he didn't respond, she pulled away and rested her forehead against his. "I'm so sorry, Castle…" she murmured, her voice breaking slightly. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry…" she breathed.

When she leaned in for another kiss, Castle had recovered enough to pull her away from him, staring at her face. It was tear-stained; she'd been crying for awhile…long before she got to him. "What happened?" he asked. He had to know. He needed to know why she was suddenly here after everything they'd said to each other...after he'd walked away.

"He got away, and I didn't care. I almost died, and all I could think about was you. I just want you," she answered him honestly. She went for another kiss, but he held back before her lips could touch his. She pulled back, completely unsure now. She had known he might reject her advances, but she hadn't allowed herself to fully consider that possibility on her way over. Only now, it seemed as though he was rejecting them, rejecting her…she'd waited too long to tell him, and now she'd lost him.

Castle studied her for a long moment, his feelings at war inside him. He loved her…God, did he love her. But she'd hurt him, rejected him in a way earlier. And he knew her…knew her better than anyone; she might be here now saying all she wanted was him, but what if something else popped on her mother's case? What if she had another opportunity to take a run at the guy who shot her? Would she still say all she wanted was him?

As lightning flashed outside, he made his decision. He wanted her, he loved her more than all of that…more than the hurt she'd inflicted, more than the uncertainty. He just wanted her. A loud crack of thunder sounded as he pushed Beckett back against the open door, slamming it closed with her back, as he kissed her soundly. The dams each of them had carefully constructed finally burst with that kiss; three and a half years of emotions flooded their systems, rushing to the surface.

Their mouths opened for each other, and though Beckett had begun as the aggressor, Castle quickly took charge. His mouth claimed hers with his tongue, his kiss firm and demanding…and she let him. She'd come to him that night wanting him, but he'd wanted her longer, waited a year for her…tonight she was going to give him what he wanted, show him what he waited for was worth it; tonight she was giving him herself…no more walls.

He couldn't get enough of her…the taste of her kiss, the feel of her body pressed against his, the soft moans and pants for air as he kissed her. His mouth moved across her cheek to her neck, nipping and sucking, tasting her skin as her fingers ran through his hair and over his back, pulling him closer. And then his mouth was back on hers again, their tongues meeting in a fiery tango, stoking the fire that raged between them as they finally gave into what they'd both wanted for so long. He trailed his kisses along the other side of her neck and down her throat to her chest, pausing to unbutton her shirt and look at the scar from where she'd been shot a year ago.

As if reading his mind, she took his hand and placed it over the scar, allowing him to feel her heart beating underneath as she kissed him again. This kiss was slow, deep, passionate, allowing him to feel everything she felt for him, allowing him to feel her. She finally broke the kiss with a smile as she nuzzled his nose. Taking his hand in hers, she led him towards his bedroom.

Let's make love

All night long

Until all our strength is gone

Hold on tight

Just let go

I wanna feel you in my soul

Until the sun comes up

Let's make love

She led him into the bedroom, stopping beside his bed and finally dropping his hand silently. They didn't talk; words weren't necessary right now. Their eyes met, speaking enough for the both of them, as she gently caressed his face with her fingertips. She held his gaze as she slowly slid her shirt and bra strap over her right shoulder until his eyes moved to the bare skin. He couldn't resist touching her, bringing his hand up to push her hair out of the way and slide his hand over her shoulder and down her back.

Her eyes closed for a moment as his fingers caressed her skin. When she opened them, she was overcome by the look in his eyes as he just stared at her bare skin. She wasn't sure if she made the move backward to the bed, or if he gently walked her toward it, but a moment later, he slowly lowered her to the mattress. She raised up to kiss him as he pressed a knee to the mattress, moving over her. Her hands slowly moved up his biceps, gently pulling him down with her as she eased herself back to the mattress, her lips never leaving his.

He lowered himself to her, supporting his weight on his forearms as he deepened their kiss. He forced himself to go slow. He'd waited too long for this, she was too important to him for it to be over in 5 minutes because he couldn't control himself like some teenage boy. He already knew this first time was going to be over faster than either of them wanted, but he wanted to make love to her, wanted to worship her, and he couldn't do that if he didn't practice some restraint.

Her fingers began working the buttons of his shirt, pulling it from where it was tucked into his pants and then pushing it over his shoulders. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he broke the kiss only to raise up enough to shrug out of the shirt and toss it to the side somewhere.

"Kate…" he started, only to be silenced by her fingertips on his lips.

"Don't talk right now…just feel," she whispered, meeting his eyes with a small smile, her lips covering his again. "Let me feel you…" she murmured against his lips between kisses, hooking one leg at his waist and pulling his hips down against hers.

Her words were hot, but combined with her actions they were even hotter. He groaned into her mouth, fisting the comforter on his bed to keep from coming undone right then. Once he had a little more control, he slid a hand between them, unbuttoning her shirt and peeling the wet fabric from her skin before dropping it to the floor. He wasted no time unbuttoning her jeans next, struggling more than he would admit with the wet denim as he peeled them down her legs and dropped them to the floor as well, after removing her boots and socks.

She pulled him back into a kiss as he moved back over her, her fingers sliding slowly over his chest and down to his pants. She easily unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants, pulling back from the kiss slightly with a playful look in her eyes as she slid the zipper down slowly, her hand purposefully brushing along the length of him as she tugged her lower lip between her teeth.

"Kate…" he groaned, having to drop his head to her shoulder for a moment to recompose himself. He wasn't going to last if she kept doing things like that. He pressed a kiss to her collarbone before pushing himself up so he could get rid of his pants, shoes, and socks.

While he was getting rid of his pants, she shifted on the mattress so she could lie on his pillows. She watched him as he climbed back on the bed, her eyes dark with desire as she watched his muscles flex when he moved over her. She knew he was trying to take it slow, and she wanted to give him what he wanted…but she wasn't sure she was going to be able to take him going as slow as he might want to this first time.

He gave her a smile, trailing soft kisses across her collarbone to her shoulder. His mouth nudged her bra strap as his fingers slid to her back and unhooked it. He slowly pulled it away, his eyes darkening as he took her in. He couldn't help but lick his lips as his mouth moved to her breasts, kissing, licking, sucking.

A soft gasp escaped, and she tugged her lower lip between her teeth as her back arched, pushing her chest toward his mouth. "Castle…" she breathed, her fingers raking through his hair.

His hand slid down her side slowly as his mouth continued to work her breasts. His fingers brushed across the waistband of her panties, and he slipped his hand inside. A moan escaped her throat and she bucked her hips to his touch as his fingertips ghosted a touch between her legs and just over where she wanted him most.

"Castle…please…" she panted softly.

He pulled back slightly so he could look at her with a grin, watching her face as he gave her what she wanted, his finger slowly sliding between her legs from her core to her entrance and back. Her hips chased his touch, her eyes closing as she moaned his name lowly. He'd wanted to tease her, but the way she moaned his name had him giving her exactly what she wanted. His fingers stroked her slowly, slipping into her and using just the right amount of pressure as he built her up both from his strokes inside her and with his thumb over her core. It didn't take long before she was flying over the edge, fingers tightening in his hair, his name falling from her lips with a few curses.

He pressed kisses along her throat, smirking against her skin, his fingers working her through her orgasm until she pushed his hand away. He shifted then, getting rid of his boxers while he waited for her, watching her breathing finally even out. When she was back with him, he gently hooked his fingers in her panties and slid them down her legs.

Their eyes met, and then he drew in a ragged breath as his eyes traveled over her body, taking her in completely for the first time. "You're beautiful…" he murmured, completely in awe of her.

"Staring is still creepy…" she tugged her lip between her teeth a little shyly.

"Right…sorry…" he shook his head. He shifted on the mattress to reach for his nightstand. When she took his hand to stop him, he arched an eyebrow. "I'm just getting protection…"

She shook her head. "You don't have to. I haven't been with anyone since…" she trailed off softly, knowing he knew what she meant, but not wanting to say her previous boyfriend's name in bed with him. "And I'm on birth control...for several months. I…wanted to be ready for you…for this..." she explained with an almost nervous smile.

"Me too…I mean, I haven't been with anyone either since…you know…" he assured her. "I was waiting for you…ever since you asked me to…before then, really…" he added, wanting to make sure she understood that despite his attempted fling with the flight attendant, he hadn't actually slept with her.

His words surprised her a little. She honestly thought he had been with the flight attendant; he certainly had spent enough time with her. She also hadn't expected him to admit to waiting for her before she'd even asked him to; he hadn't been with anyone since Gina…because of her, because he wanted her. She pulled him to her in a deep kiss as the realization hit.

"Kate…you're sure about this?" he asked softly when they had both pulled away from the kiss.

She nodded. "Yes. I trust you…no more walls…nothing between us…"

He kissed her slowly, lacing the fingers of their joined hands as he shifted over her. He stretched their joined hands above her head, his free hand gently stroking her cheek as he pulled back enough from the kiss to meet her eyes. His thigh nudged hers apart as he settled between her legs, finally sliding into her slowly.

She gasped softly, squeezing his hand as he stretched her. It had been a little over a year, and he was not small.

"Okay?" he asked her softly, remaining still so she could adjust to him.

She nodded, caressing his cheek with her free hand. "Perfect…" she smiled, kissing him slowly. A moment later she hooked her leg over his thigh, pulling him deeper into her with a soft moan against his mouth.

He took that as his cue that she was ready and began a slow, tender pace. It took most of his concentration to keep his control, but he managed for a few moments at first, his lips meeting hers in long, breathless kisses as they moved easily together…like a well-choreographed dance they had been doing for years and not something they were doing for the first time.

It wasn't long, though, before his movements started getting sloppier, and he dropped his kisses to her neck. His hand was still joined with hers, and his free hand gripped her hip. Their moans mixed, gradually increasing in volume as his thrusts started coming faster, harder, her body arching against his to meet him, thrust for thrust. Her free hand raked her nails down his back hard enough to leave marks, but not enough to actually break skin. Her ankles locked behind his ass and tugged him deeper into her, holding him there for a moment as she squeezed her muscles around him before letting him move again.

"Kate…" he grunted his warning breathlessly in her ear, his fingers gripping her hip hard as he fought to not lose it right there, her little trick nearly ending him too soon.

"Rick…" she practically purred his name in his ear, tugging him deeper again, her arm wrapping around him to pull him as close as she could get him. "Let go with me…" she breathed, her teeth grazing against his skin near his ear.

The way she felt in his arms, the sound of her breathless moans, the way she said his name as she pulled him in undid him. His thrusts came hard and fast, his hips grinding against her with every thrust as his control snapped. She hit her high first, seconds before he exploded inside of her with a few last thrusts as he dropped breathlessly on top of her.

Do you know what you do to me

Everything inside of me

Is wanting you

And needing you

I'm so in love with you

Look in my eyes

Let's get lost tonight

In each other

He recovered first, trailing soft kisses along her jaw as he just watched her. He was so in love with her. He'd known that for awhile, but now…he knew she was it. The way they were together…the way she felt in his arms…the way it felt making love…he couldn't imagine himself with another woman, ever. There was no coming back from her, no getting over her if this didn't work. She was it.

She finally opened her eyes and met his, so intense and full of emotion as he studied her. She gently caressed his cheek, moving in for a kiss that started soft but quickly turned passionate as he rolled them so she was on top of him now. Instinctively she rolled her hips, groaning lowly as she pushed up slightly against his chest, arching an impressed eyebrow when she realized he was still hard inside her. Apparently he wasn't quite done yet.

His hands slowly slid along her thighs as she straddled him, rocking his hips up into her. Shifting so that he was sitting with his back against the headboard, he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her hotly. "Kate…" he murmured against her neck, his hands sliding along her back.

"Hmm?" she breathed in his ear, gently tugging his ear lobe between her teeth, starting a slow, steady rhythm, rocking her hips against his.

He groaned, covering her lips with his again, his arms tightening around her. He pulled back to look in her eyes. His fingertips gently caressed her skin, and he couldn't help but kiss her again. "I love you…" slipped out before he could stop it.

His words didn't send her running. Instead she took his face in her hands and deepened the kiss. He still loved her. She hadn't messed this up. She broke the kiss only when she had to breathe, resting her forehead against his. "Castle…" she breathed. "I'm so sorry…for everything…" she murmured, pressing another soft kiss to his lips before meeting his eyes. "I'm sorry I made you wait so long…I'm sorry I made you think I don't…" she tried to explain. "I do…" she kissed him again. Somehow she realized she wasn't making sense…and he deserved to hear the words. "I love you…" she told him. "I love you, Castle…I'm so sorry I made you think I didn't…"

He cut off her words with a passionate kiss, gripping her tightly as he laid her back so that he was on top of her again, thrusting deeply inside her. His hands slid over her skin, touching everywhere. He couldn't get enough of her, pulling her close, going as deeply inside of her as he physically could. He had never needed a woman the way he needed her now.

Her arms wrapped around him, keeping him close against her. Her hands worked the muscles in his back and shoulders, lightly kneading and then sliding over his skin, nails digging in slightly, his name coming out in soft moans and whimpers as he moved, touching places inside of her she'd never been touched…places she didn't know existed…and not just physically, but emotionally.

This time when they hit their high, he fell first, but he kept going until she fell a few thrusts later. It was intense, moreso than the first time, for both of them. They laid breathless and spent, wrapped so tightly entwined with each other that it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

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Sometime later, she woke up with a slight shiver, despite having a warm body draped over her back. Her nose was cold, and her feet were cold…and she couldn't remember how they got underneath the covers that were half off her. Her hair was still slightly damp from the rain, and her ribs and arms ached from her battle with Maddox on the roof. Then she smiled slightly as she felt the ache of some other muscles…the delicious ache that was a result of lovemaking.

She shifted slightly so that she could see him; he was sleeping peacefully. But she was cold after being out in the rain for so long, their earlier activities only warming her up temporarily. She bit her lip and finally slid out of his bed, careful not to wake him up. She figured she could use his shower to warm up and then slide back into bed without ever having to disturb him. She found her shirt and jeans and stretched them out over a chair so they would dry enough for her to be able to wear them home later…tomorrow…before making her way to his bathroom.

When she flipped on the light, she was startled by the figure in the far side of the bathroom staring at her and jumped slightly. She quickly calmed down when she realized it wasn't a real person, just a figure from Star Wars, which made her roll her eyes at the absurdity of Castle having a life size Boba Fett in his bathroom. She then spotted his shower. It was big…luxurious; it was definitely large enough for two people to use comfortably. She contemplated waking him to join her, but quickly decided against it, deciding to let him sleep. It wasn't like she was sneaking out…she just wanted to get warm and maybe process…everything.

As she stood underneath the water and closed her eyes, she let the heat relax her muscles…her arms and her shoulders where she had to hang on to the roof for her life, literally…her neck from the tension of the case and the aftermath…her ribs from the beating she'd taken at the hands of Maddox. She was so caught up in her thoughts as she let the heat both relax and warm her, that she didn't hear the shower door open or Castle step inside.

"You okay?" he asked.

She jumped at the sound of his voice, her eyes popping open quickly. "Don't sneak up on me like that," she grumbled. "And while we're on the subject of that…your friend out there almost gave me a heart attack. Boba Fett? Really, Castle?"

He chuckled softly. "Sorry. I didn't realize you were getting up to come in here, or I would have warned you."

"No you wouldn't have," she shook her head with a soft laugh. He wouldn't have thought about it.

"You're right. No, I wouldn't have," he smiled. "So, uh…why exactly are you up…showering…at 1AM?" he asked, trying his best not to sound nervous about what it might mean.

"Trying to get warm," she answered him. "I was cold from the rain when I got here…and I got cold again."

"I could have warmed you up…" he countered.

She gave him a small smile before wrapping her arms around him and resting her head against his chest. "You did at first. But then we fell asleep…and you stole the covers…" she looked up at him pointedly. "I got cold again, and you were sleeping. I didn't want to wake you. I was just going to warm up and come back to bed," she told him honestly.

His arms tightened around her slightly, and he gently kissed her forehead. "Well I would have happily woken up to join you in here."

"I'm sure," she smiled against his chest. She pulled back from him slightly, stepping back further under the water again.

His hands shifted to her hips and he followed her, about to kiss her when he saw slight bruising already appearing on her ribs. He stopped with a frown. "Kate?" he asked, his fingers gently tracing the discoloration. It was the first time he was really looking at her under actual lighting and not the soft, low lights of his bedroom combined with the moonlight and city lights coming through the window. His frown deepened as he saw a few more signs of the battle. "Tell me what happened."

She sighed and closed her eyes, resting her head against the wall of the shower. She had anticipated he would eventually ask; she just hadn't expected it would be because he saw bruising on her skin. "We fought…Maddox was stronger than me…a pro," she explained softly, finally opening her eyes to meet his. "I didn't really stand a chance in a physical altercation, even with my abilities as a fighter. I ended up hanging off the roof."

He swallowed hard at her words. He knew her physical abilities; he'd watched her manhandle suspects twice her size easily. The fact that Maddox had no trouble at all in dealing with her sent ice through his veins. She said before that she'd almost died. He hadn't realized hearing the details would affect him as much as it was; of course he also hadn't imagined it was hanging from a roof, either.

"As I was hanging there, I didn't think about my mom's case…or my shooting…or even Maddox getting away. All I could think about was you…what I would miss. How I wouldn't have a chance to make up with you after our fight. How the last words we spoke to each other were in anger. How I wouldn't have a chance to finally be with you. How I wouldn't have a chance to see what we could be together," she continued quietly. "And then I was so sure I heard your voice. I was positive that even though you'd walked away, you came to save me…like you always do. Only it was Ryan. And I realized that I had lost you."

"Kate…" he started.

"I resigned," she interrupted. "I'm done. I want you, I want us…I walked away from the case, from the NYPD, from everything…and came here. I just want you," she gave a slight shrug, echoing the words she'd told him earlier.

He gently took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply, pulling her against him tightly. "I'm sorry…" he murmured against her lips. "I'm so sorry, Kate…I should have been there…"

Her hands moved to his face and she kissed him thoroughly, cutting off his words. "We both made our share of mistakes…we both hurt each other…let's just…move forward," she suggested softly, resting her forehead against his. This was their chance. She thought she'd missed it, but here she was…with him. She wanted this, she wanted him, and she wasn't wasting the second chance she'd gotten. Everything else she'd figure out later.

She really was the most extraordinary, remarkable woman he'd ever met. He kissed her slowly, passionately, his arms moving back around her as he pulled her body as close against him as he could get her. Her arms wrapped around him as she returned his kiss, every bit as passionately, her leg hooking at his hip. He took the cue and lifted her, allowing the wall of the shower to help support her weight as she slid down on him slowly with a low moan, her legs wrapping around his waist. His thrusts were slow and deliberate, his arm remaining around her waist and his other hand bracing himself against the shower wall as they made love again.

Let's make love

All night long

Until all our strength is gone

Hold on tight

Just let go

I wanna feel you in my soul

Until the sun comes up

Let's make love

xxxxx

It was still dark when Kate woke up, and she reached over to fumble for her phone to check the time. 4:34. She sighed and looked over at Castle, sleeping soundly on his back. It reminded her of when they woke up in that basement on a dirty mattress handcuffed together…only this time without any cuffs and with full knowledge of how they'd gotten where they were.

She smiled and turned her body into his side, resting her head on his shoulder as her fingers lightly traced patterns on his bare chest. After a few minutes, she bit her lip, letting her hand slowly work downward under the sheets until it reached his length. Her fingertips lightly teased him, running along his length before wrapping her slender fingers around him and stroking slowly.

"Mmm…Kate…" he murmured in a husky voice as his brain woke up slowly; the lower half of him that she was tending to at the moment was definitely already awake. Fully.

She grinned at his reaction, leaning over and kissing his jaw. "Glad you're up," she husked in his ear, letting her words take on a double meaning.

He chuckled, his hips moving slightly with her hand. "How could I not be up when you wake me up like that?" he asked.

She tugged her lower lip between her teeth as she watched him. "How long are we alone?" she asked, wondering when she needed to leave to avoid any awkward conversations with his family. At least she was assuming they were alone. She hadn't really thought to ask him last night. She only remembered that Alexis was out at a graduation party; she honestly had no idea about his mother.

"Mmm…probably until after noon sometime…" he murmured. "Mother….Hamptons…" he told her, finding it very hard to talk with her stroking him that way.

She released him and moved to straddle him, her hands resting on either side of his head as she leaned down to kiss him fully. "I want you…" she murmured, her mouth trailing kisses along his jaw.

He smirked, his hands running along her sides to her breasts, taking advantage of her current position on top of him. "I gathered that much from how you woke me up," he lifted his head to kiss her shoulder and then her chest.

Her mouth moved down his chest slowly, nipping playfully at his skin as she worked her way down. She took her time licking and kissing and sucking at his skin until she finally reached his hip. She bit and sucked on the skin just above his hipbone and then soothed it with her tongue and a gentle kiss once she was satisfied he'd have a visible mark later. She then turned her attention to his length, licking her lips before slowly running her tongue along him from tip to base.

When his hips bucked involuntarily, she shot him an amused look before holding them down as she took her time to drive him crazy with her mouth. One hand curled in her hair, but he never forced her head or guided her, and his other fisted in the bed sheets until she'd finally finished him off with a satisfied smirk.

As soon as he could think straight, he flipped her to her back, kissing her hotly. "My turn…" he murmured. Finally he was going to get to taste her…something he'd only dreamed about for so long, and despite having two previous rounds of sex, something he hadn't had a chance to do yet. Now he was going to remedy that.

He took his time, kissing and touching every inch of her skin, completely worshipping her the way he'd wanted for so long. He took extra time at her breasts, and then at the tattoo she had near her hip where it could just be hidden by clothes and seen only by lovers, tracing it with his tongue before finally settling between her thighs.

By the time he'd thoroughly worked her up and over the edge…twice…with just his mouth and thumb, he was ready to go again. He trailed his kissed slowly back up her body, giving her time to recover. When he felt her thigh at his hip, he slid into her in one smooth thrust, gasping in surprise when she used that moment to flip him on his back so she was on top.

She cut off any response he might have with a hot kiss, her hips starting a steady rhythm against his. She used her hands on his chest for both balance and leverage as she rode him, building them both up. As they hit their finial climax of the night and her head fell back in complete ecstasy, the sun's rays had started to change the New York skyline from dark to light orange and pink. She slid off him to his side, cuddling against him with her leg hooked over his hip and her head on his shoulder, both still breathless as they drifted to sleep despite the fact that the sun was coming up.

Let's make love

All night long

Until all our strength is gone

Hold on tight

Just let go

I wanna feel you in my soul

Until the sun comes up

(until the sun comes up)

Let's make love

xxxxx

So...3 rounds of sex and 7 orgasms. That was the longest sex fic I have ever written. I didn't plan on it being this long, but it definitely took on a life of it's own. I hope you all enjoy it. I look forward to your comments. And no worries, I know I owe you all a chapter for It Started With a Kiss. Promise that is coming up next…I just had to get this fic out of my head first so I could concentrate on it!