A/N: So this is my very first fanfic, and yes it was inspired by "Cuffed". Big shocker I know. I'm not for sure if it's any good or not, but if you take the time to read please review so I know what I'm doing right, or doing completely wrong. It's been probably a decade since I've really written anything. I would like to turn this into a multi-chapter fic, but we'll just have to see if the interest is there. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own anything. It all belongs to AWM and ABC. There are no words for the pain and heartache that I am experiencing with this realization.

He watched her walk away towards the elevator carrying her helmet. Turning he started to walk away, but then stopped and realized that he should be heading towards the elevator too. He was still in shock over the fact that she said "next time". She planned on them being handcuffed again in the future? Not that it's something that he would complain about by any means, but just the fact that those suggestive words came out of Beckett's mouth had him all out of sorts.

As he stepped onto the elevator he thought about the empty loft that awaited him since Alexis and his mother we off visiting colleges. When the elevator opened up on the ground floor he had made up his mind. He took a taxi to a Chinese place that he visited regularly, which just happened to be two blocks from a certain detective's apartment. As he entered her building and rode the elevator upstairs he began to wonder if she would even be home. They had left the precinct around the same time, but that didn't mean that she was going straight home. As he reached her floor and walked toward the door he began to have doubts about just showing up with food. So many thoughts were going through his head at the moment there was no making sense of any of them. He knocked on the door and took a few steps back. He heard footsteps and then the door opened.

"Castle?" She had changed clothes into a baggy shirt and yoga pants. Her hair was pulled back loosely in a clip and pieces of hair had escaped and were softly framing her face.

He held up the bags of food. "Thought you might be hungry and I didn't want you to have to rely on the Styrofoam temple that I'm sure is occupying your fridge."

"You read my mind," she said as she stepped back and motioned for him to enter the apartment. She gently closed the door with a smile on her face and then headed into the kitchen.

He walked in and made a beeline for her dining room table. He set the bags down and took off his jacket. She came back from the kitchen with two beers in her hands. They both started to take food out of the bags and placed the boxes of deliciousness on the table. He handed her a pair of chopsticks and they sat down side by side and started to eat straight out of the boxes.

"Soooo….." Castle said looking over at Beckett with a knockout grin. "What a day."

"I don't think that even begins to describe what we've been through Castle."

"True, but if someone had told me that I would wake up handcuffed to a beautiful woman today I'd have deemed them crazy and moved on. And I could have done without the tiger. I won't be going to the zoo anytime soon. However, I do still hold my stance on the initial kinky response to being handcuffed," he said as he gave her a little wink.

"That wasn't really kinky Castle. Kinky would be taking you into the bedroom, cuffing you to the bed and then having my wicked way with you while still mostly clothed."

Castle choked on the bite of egg roll that he had just taken as she made that statement. Looking over at her with wide eyes he noticed that there was humor in her eyes, but there was almost a hint of seriousness. She wasn't actually serious about that comment, was she?

"Breathe Castle," Beckett said with a little laugh. "I'm not actually serious."

Castle let out the breath that he didn't even realize he was holding.

"There wouldn't be any clothes. Can't have the barrier of clothing interrupting all of my fun."

Beckett looked at him with an evil grin and out of nowhere produced her handcuffs and let them dangle from her finger.

It was in that moment that he realized that he was done for and he didn't even care.

A/N: So there you have it, my first chapter. A short chapter, but it's what happens when you write it at 1:00am. Should I continue or should I just let the story die here? Please leave me a review and let me know.

Jen