I know I said Sunday, but I caved. Here you go and I'd say this chapter is mildly M-rated.

Waking up the next day was harder than usual. Kate felt sedated, drowsy and, oh so, sore. It wasn't a painful kind of sore, but one you definitely noted and couldn't get rid of. She could feel her whole body singing with what she'd done the evening before, and once or twice during the way too early morning. They'd eaten more of the melted ice cream, it was all dripping but they had both been too aroused to care. She smiled at the memory, pulling up her hand to drowsily rub her eyes to wake up faster. She couldn't feel him in bed with her so she wanted to open her eyes to see if at least his clothes were there. Even though she would never admit to it, it would shake her heart if she found him gone. Opening her eyes slightly she was surprised to see him standing at the end of her bed, his lips pulled up in a stupid grin. It was contagious, she noticed, her lips pulling up as she laid her hand over her eyes to try and get away from the light shining into her bedroom.

"What are you doing?" she questioned, her voice hoarse after their few rounds of moaning and sleep.

"Watching you sleep," he answered honestly and Kate felt her cheeks blush deeply. "Is that creepy?" he asked and she bit her lip, lifting her hand to sneak a peek at him. He'd put on his boxers, hadn't cared for putting on his shirt nor his pants. He looked so handsome.

"A little," she replied and he came closer, walking beside the bed until he could sit down beside her. "Good thing you're cute."

She hadn't really meant for the confession to get out but once it was she didn't hide from his blue gaze. They were gentle and his mouth was pulled up in a big grin, it was making her whole body flush with a warmth she didn't recognize.

"How do you feel?"

She couldn't help but chuckle, which immediately shot a sting of soreness down her body and she shook her head. "I feel great," she told him and he held out his hand in order to stroke back a stray of hair from her face. "And sore."

He chuckled and ran a hand down her naked arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps. "Me too," he said with a grin. "I took the leverage to shower, hope that's okay," he said with a careful look.

"Mhmm," she nodded and bent her arms in order to push herself into a sitting position, her arms singing with exhaustion. The covers slipped off her upper body and she felt a jolt of amusement in her chest when she saw his eyes immediately shoot to her naked breasts. She raked her fingers through her hair before she bent forward the few inches of space between them in order to peck his lips once. Mmm. He smelled of her shampoo, and it was strange how warm and tingly she got at the thought of him in her shower, not hesitating to use the same shampoo and soap that she did. "I should shower too," she mumbled as she pulled away.

He hummed, his eyes opening up to look softly into hers. "You know, I could always help you. Rub soap onto places you can't reach," he suggested and she had to bite her lower lip to not fly at him immediately.

How was he doing that? Conjuring up images that had her insides scream for him, and they'd only just met two days ago. Her belly kept tingling at the thought of the things he could make her feel, like no one had made her feel before.

"I don't know, I think I'm pretty flexible enough to reach everywhere," she teased, trying to keep her grin from showing as his eyes displayed both excitement and disappointment.

"Less of a stretch if I get to help you," he shrugged with a suggestive glance down her body. Fuck.

After a few microseconds of constant battle in her mind she let go of a deep sigh, giving up, and grabbed his arm to pull him with her as she headed for the shower. She was laughing when she managed to lead him into the shower without stepping out of his boxers, hearing him groan at the realization his boxers got soaked. He shut her off by putting his mouth on hers, tongue sneaking past and then it didn't take long before the boxers were off. He had her pushed up on the wall and, fuck, he had her come undone within minutes.

The water tripling down on their skin had her remembering why they were there in the first place, but before she could say anything about cleaning he was already pulling away to grab the soap. He held his word, rubbed soap into her back, her legs, her belly. She moaned again when he got to her breasts, but he didn't arouse, had no intentions of taking it further again, he was smooth and gentle, making sure she got clean after the ice cream mess they'd created.

He massaged shampoo into her hair, and the action felt so intimate, so personal that she couldn't help but think she should be afraid, should be closing herself off by telling him she could do it herself. But it felt so right, so comfortable, so completely and utterly amazing that she couldn't find it in herself to stop him. He kissed her face too, her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, her lips. It was like he couldn't stay away from her too long and frankly she couldn't find it in herself to want him to stop, she liked it too much. She liked him too much. God, what was he doing to her? He rinsed her hair under the spray of water and once he was done he kissed her lips sweetly.

"There, all cleaned," he whispered against her lips before tangling his fingers with hers.

"Mmm, we should probably eat something," she hummed and he chuckled.

"I could make pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, anything you like."

She chuckled at that, and they went out of the shower with smiles on their faces. He handed her a towel and they started drying themselves before they started for the bedroom. She joked about lending him panties and wasn't surprised when he said he appreciated the offer but had a feeling they wouldn't be big enough, hip-wise that was. It had her laughing, and he put on his pants and shirt while she simply put on panties, yoga-pants and a loose shirt. She didn't care for a bra, she wasn't going anywhere right now so why bother? Besides, the look he gave her when she simply slipped on the shirt without it had her belly jolt with a tease.

He ended up making pancakes and since he wouldn't let her help him, even though she complained about it being her kitchen, she went back into her bedroom to clean up the mess they'd made with the ice cream. They might've tried being extremely careful to lick, or suck, or eat, it up before it could reach the sheets but even then they'd managed to get some dripping down their skin and onto the sheets. She put the sheets along with the cases for her cover and pillows in a pile on the floor, changed it quickly so she wouldn't have to do it before going to bed later on. Just when she put back the pillows in place she felt his arms slide around her. She couldn't stop the blossoming smile on her lips, especially not when his chin landed over her shoulder, his hands connecting at her belly to pull her closer.

"Pancakes are ready," he murmured into her ear and she hummed, placing her hands onto his. Why did it feel so normal being surrounded by him? "You wanna eat now or should I help you take the sheets to the washer?"

She shook her head, turning in his arms in order to put her arms around his neck. Her whole body was singing with the sudden tingles of... she didn't know what it was, but it felt both great and scary. Looking into his blue eyes she could almost swear he felt it too, whatever it was. "Let's go eat." But before she pulled away she made sure to raise on her toes to peck his lips once, twice. God, it felt good.

They didn't exactly eat in complete silence, though they didn't make it their mission to avoid it either. And she couldn't stop but think how domestic it all seemed. If someone would've looked into her apartment, looked at the way they talked, teased and ate together, she had a feeling they would assume they were living together. The thought scared her, but at the same time he was making her laugh and she was wondering how that was even possible. He made her feel safe and even though it scared her he made her feel safe. She even let him feed her at one point and she'd never done that before, had always smacked the guy's hand away if they tried. This was so weird.

"By the way, when did you try ice cream for the first time?" he asked before he put the last piece of pancake in his mouth, watching her with shy but curious eyes.

She chuckled. "What are we? Playing twenty questions again?" She teased and his eyes lit up again.

"If that's what it take," he shrugged his shoulders and she bit her lips to keep a laugh from escaping.

"I've actually never tried ice cream before," she confessed and she saw his eyes widen with surprise. "I usually just use ice cubes but you said you wanted ice cream. So I thought, why not?" Shrugging her shoulders she saw his eyes twinkle with excitement as his adam's apple bobbed at the hard swallow.

"Ice cubes?" he questioned and she quirked her eyebrow.

"Maybe I'll show you sometime."

He nodded excitedly and she felt her cheeks flush with the laughter bubbling up her chest. She looked down at the last of her pancakes and carefully ate as she let her hair fall down, becoming a kind of wall, protecting her from his gaze. He was staring at her again, as if he hadn't stared at her enough, and she didn't look up at him until her plate was empty.

"Maybe you could show me what you do with that vibrator too."

She almost choked on her coffee as her eyes went wide with absolute horror. "What?"

He just smirked at her and she narrowed her eyes, had he been snooping around?! She would kill him.

"Oh, I think you know what I mean," he said innocently and she put together the plate to get away from the table.

"I don't," she lied easily, putting her dishes in the machine to distract herself.

She ignored looking back at him but could easily hear when he pushed his chair away from the table and set his feet towards her. To avoid him she pretended to put away some of the things he'd used for the pancakes, tried to ignore the question he'd brought up. When had he even... where was it? She tried to think, which boxes would he have to go through to find it?

The sudden presence of his chest at her back had her slightly jumping and he was chuckling with his lips to her ear, chills running down her spine. She suddenly realized he had called her name a couple times, tried to get her attention but when simply calling her name hadn't worked he'd decided to approach her.

"What are you thinking about?" his lips nibbled at her ear as he spoke and she shuddered. "The vibrator?" his voice was low, sultry and teasing and she elbowed him because... well, she didn't know what to do or what to say.

"What makes you even think that I have a vibrator?" she questioned, turning around to push him slightly away and give him an stern glare.

He smirked, his eyes filled with amusement and mischief, and, she didn't like this at all. "I saw it." Oh, she would definitely kill him. "Yesterday." Wait... he'd been with her the whole... "When you told me to get the condom." Oh. Shit, shit shit shit shit. "In your night table drawer." She felt her cheeks burn with fire and she ran a hand through her hair. Fuck.

She started to walk away from him, but didn't get far before he caught her by her arm, pulling her back to him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. No matter how adorable you are when you blush," he only whispered the last part but since he was searching for her eyes and his face was so close it would've been impossible for her to not hear him. "And in my defense I thought it wouldn't be embarrassing considering you literally let me lick ice cream off your body," he actually looked down, and not as in at her body but as if he was actually feeling sorry for his comments.

She took a deep breath before she bit her cheek. Why did she feel flustered? Like he said, she had just let him lick ice cream off her skin, sucking her breasts and, really, was him knowing she owned a vibrator any worse?

"It's... okay," she said and he shook his head, meeting her eyes.

"No, I shouldn't have assumed you'd be okay with it. I should've waited until like, the fifth date or something."

She felt herself perk up at that, her eyes going slightly wider and her heart filling with warmth, beating a little bit faster.

"A fifth date?"

She watched as he swallowed, his body squirming a bit as he tried to come up with a good answer to the assumption he'd done. It was actually kind of amusing, watching him get flustered, his cheeks turning a light pink. He looked cute. He wasn't only this hot, handsome and sexy guy but could be quite adorable and gentle and sweet.

"I-uh... was kind of hoping for... I-uh," he stuttered and shut his mouth after not finding the words to say.

Smiling she stepped closer to him again, letting his arms go around her hips so she could lay her hands on his arms.

"Aren't you supposed to be a writer, Richard Castle? I think you're having troubles with your words," she teased, her hands sneaking up and around his neck.

"Oh, shush," he half-groaned and leaned down to kiss her lips. So sweet, she was feeling lightheaded. The hands on her back drew her closer and she couldn't help but start threading her fingers through his hair.

This kiss wasn't heated or arousing, but it was just as deep and passionate as the other kisses they'd shared and she was losing her breath against his lips. It didn't take long before she had to pull away, and when she heard his panting breath she had a feeling he was out of breath too. Their foreheads were left to touch, none of them really wanting to pull away. Kate couldn't help but think of them as magnets, it was like they were attracted to each other in a magnetic force kind of way.

"Will you go out with me again? Ooh, how about I visit you at work?" he started rambling about all the things he could do if she let him know which precinct she worked at. Said he could shadow her to see what it's like to be a homicide detective. "I could even bring you flowers," that had her jerking away from him with a narrowed gaze and one of her fingers pulling slightly at his ear.

"Bring me flowers and you're dead," she threatened and he chuckled until she twirled his ear a bit, then he was whimpering, his eyes begging her to let go.

"Okay, okay okay, I won't, I won't." He promised and she released his ear, his own hand immediately rubbing it. "But I'll bring you coffee and a kiss to your lips." She headed for his ear again but he pulled away with a horrid yelp. "Yikes! Okay! Only coffee," he held out his hands in surrender.

She couldn't stop but laugh at his reaction, which had his lips turn up in a grin. Before she could really react he was leaning down and pecking her smiling lips again, and again, and again. She was sure he could feel how swollen her lips were, she hadn't kissed or been kissed this much since... she couldn't remember when. His fingers were dangerously trailing just beneath her shirt, tickling her skin at the hem of her yoga pants. When his lips stopped their assault on hers she felt his forehead land on hers, his fingers gently clenching at her hips, his thumbs soothing over her skin and the act was way too intimate but so nice she couldn't find it in herself to pull away.

"Soo," he dragged out on the word and she opened her eyes to meet with his blues. "What do you want to do today?"

Biting her lip she wanted to tell him what her original plans had been, to go into work early despite her captain's orders and see if they had caught a case, but even if he'd respect her plans and left, she wasn't sure she wanted to anymore. She didn't want to admit it but she wanted to spend the day with him, didn't really matter what they did, as long as she got to spend time with him. How was he able to have this spell on her? She didn't understand where all these feelings were coming from. As she was trying to figure out what to say she saw his eyes searching in hers, and she got this weird belief that he could see right through her. It looked as though he was looking straight into her soul and was reading her like a book. So, before she could come up with something to say, he was already opening his mouth again.

"How about we just hang out and take the day as it comes, see where it leads us?"

She didn't need to think long to know the answer to that, and when she nodded he didn't wait to lean down and kiss her lips again. She couldn't wait to see where the day would lead them, where this thing between them would take them. She couldn't wait, but she did have a feeling it would be worth it. The journey to finding out would be worth it. And to think, the whole journey had started when she gave in to play twenty questions.

THE END

A/N:

Thank you all so much for all reviews and I'm so glad you seem to have enjoyed this sequel as much as you enjoyed the first one shot! On to other matters I'm still working on the multi-chap, and thanks to this small sidetrack I haven't gotten far lol. But I will continue with it soon enough and might perhaps sidetrack again with another one shot or two before I get to actually publishing it... as usual. Anyway, thanks again! Until next time, xxxxx