A/N. Sorry I haven't updated in a while the assignments and stuff are getting in the way. Anyway here it goes. And props to my friend, Ricky, for the last piece of dialogue which I stole out of our Facebook conversation.

"Beckett?" Castle called, tapping her legs (that still rested atop his) lightly, trying to wake her. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty?"

"What?" she mumbled unintelligibly, not even opening her eyes.

"Do you wanna go to bed?" Rick asks softly, slipping out from under her slender legs. At her soft nod, he held out his hands to help her up. Then he waited…and waited. "Kate?" When he got silence in return he did the only thing he knew how to. He lent down and softly picked her up, bridal style. "Don't hurt me!" he prayed quietly as he waited for the detective to suddenly awake from her slumber and beat the crap out of him. But when it didn't come, he decided it would be safe to look down at her. Instead of a murderous glare, he was met with a peaceful and sleeping face. Thank the Lord, Rick thought.

He slowly made his way through her small apartment, dodging the basket of unfolded laundry situated in the hall. "Good night, princess," Rick whispered, gently laying her under the thick, white comforter. His smile widened as he watched Kate slowly bring her thumb up to her mouth but stopped as it rested on her lip, opening one eye to see if he was looking. Rick quickly turned to face the open window, pretending he wasn't staring. "You're one of a kind," he mumbled quietly as he turned and pulled the blanket up to her chin, "just like the moon."

"But, sweetie," Kate mumbled around her thumb, still half asleep, "Jupiter has twenty-three moons."

Rick turned to leave the room, looking back over his shoulder one last time. He gazed upon her beautiful face and answered, even though he knew she wouldn't hear, "But none as pretty as ours."