Castle and Beckett are in bed, Beckett with her head on Castle's shoulder and hand on his chest (similiar to their waking up position in cuffed). Beckett begins to stir, and as she opens her eyes she sees Castle's head turned toward her, eyes open and full of love as he begins to smile.

"Well good morning Detective Beckett". Kate rolls on her side and laughs as she asks, "Were you really watching me sleep?"

"You know", Castle begins, "You're only the second woman I've ever had the desire to admire in her sleep". Kate gets a confused look on her face, silently wondering who is the first.

"The first being Alexis", he responds and Kate's grin returns. The two fall into silence for a moment, reminiscing on last night's….activities. "Are you hungry?" It was Castle who broke the silence. "I know I worked up an appetite last night…" he jokes. Kate is grateful that Castle uses his sense of humor as a coping mechanism for preventing awkward silences. She laughs and replies by placing a soft kiss on his lips. "Starving actually" she quietly whispers into his mouth in a low, yet sexy tone. Amazing how much she can turn him on with two simple words.

This time it is Castle who initiates a kiss, as he gently tucks the stray pieces of the beautiful detective's hair behind her ear. He stares into her light brown eyes, wondering how he got so lucky to be in bed, gazing into the eyes of the woman he loves. Rick begins to roll toward her, and she gently places her hand on his chest. "Last night…" she begins. "..was amazing" Castle replies before she can finish the sentence.

"Exactly" she says, as she playfully pushes the mystery writer onto his back again, and climbs atop him, wrapped in his bed sheets. He laughs and says, "Looks like I turned out to be one of your conquests after all, Detective Beckett" reflecting back to the first case they ever solved together, nearly five years ago. When he first met her, he was instantly attracted to her hard-to-get personality and her uncanny ability to take control of every situation she is faced with. Castle takes note that this quality is even more attractive when she's in his bed.

Kate smiles and replies "Looks like you have Writer Man" as she playfully taps his nose and places a soft yet passionate kiss upon his lips. When the two finally break apart, Castle replies, "By the way, I think it might be time for you to start calling me Rick…."

"Now why would I want to do that, Rick?" she asks in a sexy and sassy tone. A chill runs up his back as he hears the name she had been screaming mere hours earlier. Only this time it wasn't followed by ohhh please or give it to me now. Still, it was hot. Really hot. Castle's thoughts are interrupted as she continues to speak. "I like calling you Castle" Kate finished, in a semi-whiny tone.

"Well, that was not your position last night." Castle begins, a sly grin growing on his face. "Assuming you recall last night's…position.."

Kate's cheeks begin to blush as she grunts out, "Castle!" and grabs his ear between her two fingers, beginning to twist. "Apples, Apples, Apples!" He shouts immediately, begging her to release his ear.

Realizing this conversation is going nowhere, Rick tickles her, forcing her to roll over and return to her side of the bed, laughing. As they both begin to relax, Castle becomes painfully aware of how hungry he is. Checking the clock, he realizes Kate had arrived at his door over 12 hours ago, and imagines she must be as hungry as he is. "Let's go Kate", he says as he leans over and kisses her forehead, "We've still got some cooking to do".

Rick grabs his boxers and t shirt from the side of the bed, and hands Kate his long, wine-colored button-down shirt. She searches the room to find her disregarded lacy black undies and slips them on under his shirt. He admires her for a moment, noting that even with no makeup, bed head, and a shirt that's three times her size, she is a natural beauty. "You're staring Rick" she says, grinning ear to ear.

Rick snaps out of it, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. He lingers for a moment, gazing into her soft hazel eyes before he replies, "Sorry, come on, let's go make some breakfast".

Kate smiles and reaches for his hand, and they proceed into the kitchen. They begin cooking bacon and eggs, and of course perking the coffee. "Is this cooked enough for you?" Rick asks as he places a piece of bacon into her mouth. "Perfect" she replies, flashing him a playful grin before she continues stirring the eggs, milk and cheese in a bowl. He admires her focus, and resists the urge to kiss every inch of skin the oversized shirt revealed. He can save that for later.

Rick goes over to grab mugs out of the cabinet, and walks to the coffee pot. As he begins pouring the coffee, she quietly sneaks up on him and wraps her arms around his waist. Alarmed by the unexpected touch, Castle jumps, spilling the hot coffee all over the counter.

"What happened Castle, you ordered so many cups at Starbucks you forgot how to pour your own coffee?" she laughs.

"Katherine Beckett I'm extremely disappointed in you! And youwill pay for that, just so you know" Kate laughs and returns to stirring the eggs.

"You know," Castle begins after a few moments have passed, formulating a plan as he moves closer to her. On her guard, Kate drops the bowl and turns to face him. He places his hands on the counter behind her, as he seductively moves closer, pinning her to the counter.

His eyes are fixed upon hers, as he shifts his hips closer to her body. He places one hand on her thigh, and begins slowly sliding it under his shirt, toward her hip bone. His soft touch makes her knees weak, and she clings to his broad shoulders to stabilize herself as he traces slow circles on her skin. " I never got to properly thank you for last night" he says as he reaches behind her, now slowly running one hand up the spine of her back, pulling himself closer. Kate stares deeply into the writer's kind eyes, losing all inhibitions.

Rick begins to get an evil grin on his face and yells, "Gotcha!" as he lifts his other arm off the counter, pouring the bowl of egg mixture down the back of the detective's shirt. "Ca-stle!" she screams as she squirms, and the writer begins to run in the opposite direction.

Beckett dips her hands into the remaining mixture, and runs off after him. She quickly catches him and jumps on his back, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, and her arms around his neck, cupping his face with her slimy hands. They both laugh and fall over onto the floor, sharing a playful, yet passionate kiss. Unbeknownst to the writer and his muse, a key slowly begins to turn in the front door…..