Rick let out an annoyed growl as he struggled to open the cuffs of his shirt. Finally, he gave up and twisted his hand so he could pull his sleeve off over it. He fumbled with the buttons on the front of his shirt, one hand now trapped in his sleeve.

"Having fun over there, Castle?" Kate's teasing voice asked from across the room.

He turned to look at her, opening his mouth to speak but the words were lost when he saw her wearing only a lacy red bra and matching thong. "You… you changed," he finally managed to gasp out.

She smiled, walking over to him and expertly began opening the buttons of his shirt. "I know how to undress myself."

"I… I know how to I just… I don't…" he trailed off, distracted by her fingers lightly brushing his stomach and chest as she untucked his shirt and began to push it off his shoulders.

It wasn't until he heard a tear of fabric that he realized she'd released his wrists. "Sorry," she said, though she sounded anything but, as he looked behind him at the torn shirt at his feet.

"That was a 300 dollar shirt!"

"Yeah? Well, you've torn about a thousand dollars of panties off of me."

"Call it even?"

She nodded. "Sounds fair." She hooked her finger around his belt and led him over to her bed.

"What uh… what about the… the drawer?" he stammered as she unhooked his belt then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, letting them drop to the floor.

"It's not going anywhere."

AN: I intended for this to get smutty… then it didn't. When I'm writing this stuff my mind literally fades to black. So instead just a quick drabble thingy