"I thought they'd never leave!"

"I know what you mean!"

"I couldn't stop thinking about what was going to happen once they left..."

"I know what you mean. Between my overactive imagination and your hand as a constant reminder on my leg, I could barely keep track of the conversation!"

"Uhm, trust me Beckett, you weren't able to keep track of it!"

"Hey! It wasn't that bad! Was it?"

"It kind of was..."

"Hump! I hate you! It was entirely your fault!"

"What? Why?"

"No man ever held such a power over me! So I blame you!"

"Really? No man ever managed to distract you like I do?"

"Argh! I really need to learn to keep my mouth shut! The last thing that damn ego of yours needs is a boost!"

"I know of another thing of mine that doesn't need a boost..."

"Really? And what is that? Is it your hands? You're right, they seem to be doing a great job on their own…"

"Yeah? You really think my hands are doing great on their own?"

"Yep. And your mouth seems to be working quite well too…"

"It's good to know."

"Your mind seems to be doing great on the whole send message to hands and mouth department."

"Trust me, thinking is getting harder by the minute, but yep, it's still working all right…"

"You're right. There's no part of you that needs a boost." And just to make my point, I push our hips impossibly close, which subsequently makes us both moan from deep within ourselves. "Not that I want to ruin the mood or anything, but shouldn't we maybe consider tiding up before, you know, we get too busy to do so?"

"No way Jose! The cleaning lady can take care of it. I already asked her to come and make sure the house is presentable for our return, so, trust me, we won't be doing any cleaning job for a while."

"That's good to know…"

"How are you feeling?"

"If the way I'm kissing you isn't good enough to clue you in, then I must be doing something wrong…"

"No, no, there is most definitely nothing wrong with the way you're kissing me." And to prove it, I lean in and touch my lips to hers, allowing her to take the initiative. Not that I don't know how to kiss her properly, but she's doing such an amazing job on her own that I wonder, why bother? When the need for air forces us apart, I finish the thought: "It's the way your kissing me that actually made me ask you because Beckett, if you do it one more time, I won't be able to stop. And you know, the whole point of delaying the 72 hours clothes optional festival was giving you enough time to heal so we wouldn't need to stop, hence, how are you feeling?" Her answer is an earth shattering kiss that draws a grunt from me and turns me into a possessive- even if a bit pathetic- version of the Incredible Hulk. Without further invite, I lift her up and sensing my move, she locks her legs behind me, keeping herself in place and never breaking the kiss.

"I know I should be making some kind of claim about you carrying me to bed and admonish you about it somehow, but truth be told, I kind of like this caveman version of yourself when we're alone…"

"Does that me that Neanderthal Rick in the bedroom is good, Neanderthal Rick out of the bedroom is bad?"

"More like he's welcomed to show his face as long as we're alone, either in the bedroom, or at my place or even at the beach, but only if we're audience free."

"And what if he wants to make an appearance just to make sure he can get you all alone and for his eyes and hands only?"

"I might need to punish him for it."

"Please, do tell, how do plan to do that?"

"Oh, I don't know… I might need to teach him a lesson."

"And what lesson would that be?"

"I thought you'd be more interested in the method than the lesson itself"

"If you weren't currently under me, wearing nothing but the most amazing smile I've ever seen hence granting me a view men would kill for, I'd probably know what on earth are we talking about."

"What? How did that happen? I know I had clothes on! Are you really that good?"

"In my opinion I must have done something wrong if you really don't remember me divesting you of your clothes detective…"

"I guess I always expected our first time to be awkward and, you know, crushing into things, maybe a bookshelf, a misplaced chair, even the side of the bed. But the Neanderthal in you made this whole part a bit too smooth…"

"That's what happens when a four year fantasy comes to life. You've pictured a moment so many times that in a way you already know what to do. Why would I waist time getting you here when I know we'll have time for frenzied and quick. This time I want to savor it. This is the last first time I'm ever going to have. I'm not ruining it with memories of back ache duded to a misplaced chair."

"Well, I doesn't seem fair that you and that writers mind of yours will have the last few minutes ingrained from now to eternity and I won't remember a second of it because I was too busy asking you to not to behave like an overzealous jackass when we're in public!"

I lean over her, every inch of my body in contact with one of hers and I whisper to her ear: "How about we make the rest of the night memorable for you, me and that writer mind of mine we both know you enjoy so much?"

She rocks her hips as if to concede my point, but leaning up and in a hauntingly sexy voice she whispers: "if any aspect of this night, or any night form now to forever more ends up in any kind of paper or electronic device for that matter, you're a dead man Richard Castle!"

Seems fair to me. So I just lean in and claim what is rightfully mine.

Who knows what morning will bring. Or the next few months for that matter. I know Kate will want to go back to the precinct just as I know Gates will have something to say about that. But right now, all I want to think about is the fact she's right here, in my arms, out of harms ways and completely, devastatingly naked, ready to help me live those dreams no words could ever describe.

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