Disclaimer: Castle and all of its characters belong to Andrew W. Marlowe, Terri Edda Miller, and ABC Studio Productions. The characters of the Fifty Shades series respectfully belong to E.L. James and Vintage Books (a division of Random House Inc.)

You guys are the best :) I finished reading the last of the Fifty Shadesseries today, and inspiration continued. 1,500 pages (give or take) in six days? Not too shabby :D I love that you guys are enjoying this as much as I am. That being said, I want to answer a question:

Kie Santiago: The homage to James' writing style was completely intentional, though I am incredibly glad you noticed the difference! Virtual cookie for you, my dear. :)

Also, yes, Kate is still a cop, even though Johanna didn't die.

New York City

I had been back for almost four days, however, Christian and Ana's fundraiser was still fresh in the front of my mind. That masked man from the hotel...Rick Castle, his eyes were burned into my brain. I couldn't shake the image of him every time that I closed my eyes.

I'd spent more hours than I cared to count staring at the number that Christian had given me on the last day that I was in Seattle. The ten digits taunted me mercilessly from where I'd set them on the kitchen counter. I grasped my coffee mug tightly, not drinking it, but not wanting to set it down, the warmth a gentle comfort.

My phone buzzing on the counter top shook me from my silent contemplation.

"Beckett."

"Hey, boss, I've got those financials that you wanted us to run on the vic's brother." I sigh and can't help the contented smile that slips over my face at the sound of Esposito's voice. I hadn't quite slipped back into the swing of things since returning from Seattle yet, and it was good to hear from him.

"Good to hear from you too, Espo." I chuckled, taking a sip of the bitter, lukewarm coffee and grimacing. I took a quick look at the clock and frowned. "Javier Esposito, it's almost ten o'clock at night, I swear to God if you're still at the precinct I'm going to call Lanie." He let out a short, quick chuckle and I could almost see him rolling his eyes at me.

"I'm getting ready to leave, Beckett, no need to do anything hasty." His deep chuckle resonated through the speaker into my ear and brought another smirk across my face. "Besides, Ryan has already threatened to come pick me up himself if I don't get over there for some Madden. Okay, financials are on your desk for Monday morning. I gotta go before Ryan shows up."

"Good. You need to take a break every now and then, Javi. If you don't, you're going to run yourself straight into the ground. Night, Espo."

"Night, Beckett." I tossed my phone onto the counter and crossed to the murder board that I'd set up, replicating the larger scaled version at the precinct. Our victim was a business mogul from Manhattan that was found murdered in his sprawling penthouse apartment. At that point, we'd had no breaks in the case, but I was hoping that something in his phone records or financials would pop.

I heaved a sigh and moved back into my kitchen, grabbing a wine glass from the cupboard and filled it with a crisp, white wine from the fridge. I took a sip of the cool liquid and found my eyes shifting back to the place where Rick's number was sitting on the counter.

I stared at it a long moment, my fingers tightening and loosening on the stem of the wine glass nervously. Did I want to call him? Would he even answer? Was it too late to call? I was deep in thought when a noise made me jump.

Spinning on my heel, I moved into the living room, scanning the layout of the aprtment to find out where it had come from. I heaved a sigh of relief when I found the large, orange cat looking at me innocently next to a stack of magazines that had been knocked on the floor.

"Burton, what are you doing?" I scolded, leaning down to pick up the magazines. The cat simply settled onto the coffee table and watched me, seemingly rather proud of himself. I had just placed the last magazine back on the table when I heard the knock.

I quirked a curious eyebrow at the door, wondering who the hell could have been at my apartment so late. Crossing the room quickly, I straightened my hair and glanced down at my maroon tank top and matching cotton pajama pants before opening the door.

"Good evening, Miss Beckett. I hope I'm not intruding." The smooth honey-like voice caught me off guard, and my jaw dropped open in surprise.

"Rick?" I squeaked, my voice wavering rebelliously. Rick gave me a smirk that had my legs turning into mush. He was really standing there. Outside my door. With a bottle of wine, and rain droplets clinging to the strands of his hair.

"Is this a bad time?" He muttered, his smirk covering up the anxiety that hung in his words. I ran a quick, nervous hand through my hair and stepped to the side.

"No, no, please, come in." He smiled again and brushed past me, his shoulder brushing across my chest. I stifled the gasp, but there was no way to hide the blush that crept up my neck. "So, Rick...how'd you figure out where I live?" He chuckled low in his throat and surveyed the room slowly.

"Christian has some tendencies to...over-research things like this. Sometimes it comes in handy." He replied, his voice low and harsh. He crossed to where I was standing slowly, his blue eyes smoldering. There was a predatory gleam in his eye that had my stomach tightening in anticipation.

"So, you just decided to show up?" I tried my best to inflict a hint of agitation into my voice. His hand reached out and tucked a wayward curl behind my ear slowly, his fingertips grazing the side of my face and curving arrows of heat through my entire body.

"Yeah, I was waiting for you to call, but since you didn't, I figured I'd take an initiative." He smirked, stepping away and moving back into the kitchen. "Where are your wine glasses?" I vaugely registered my arm raising to point at the cupboard, and I moved to the counter, my now empty wine glass in my hand.

"It's good to see you. You look nice." I whispered, setting the glass in front of him. He smiled at me and filled the glass with deep red wine.

"So do you, Kate. The city looks good on you, all that Seattle rain didn't do your radiance any justice." He winked, taking a long drink from his wine. The pale pink flash of his tongue over his lips had my mouth watering and my body feeling overheated. How the hell did he have such an effect on me? "Something wrong, Kate?" His voice was suddenly directly beside my ear, sending a shiver through my body.

"N-no. Do you want to move into the living room?" I muttered, glancing away shyly. This wasn't like me. I was confident, self-assured, and not shy. There was something about this man...

He nodded and placed his hand gently on the small of my back, moving me through the apartment to the living room. When he pulled his hand away to let me sit on the couch, a warmth seared through my skin where his fingers had been.

Settling into the distressed leather of my couch, I watched as he gracefully sat next to me. There was no way that any man should rightfully be able to move like that without it being choreographed.

"So, Miss Beckett-."

"Detective." I corrected automatically, deciding to take control of the situation. No one leaves Kate Beckett speechless.

"I'm sorry?" He quirked a brow curiously.

"Detective Beckett. I work homicide for the 12th precinct." I couldn't stifle the giggle that escaped me when his jaw fell slightly open.

"Police officer?" He ran his index finger over his lower lip enticingly. My hand tightened on the wine glass as I restrained from jumping across the couch at him. "Huh. That's incredibly sexy." He smirked again, his hand reaching towards me and landing on my face, cupping my cheek gently. "You are so beautiful, Katherine." He whispered. It was only when his warm breath puffed across my cheek and his nose brushed mine that I realized how close he'd gotten, and that both of our wine glasses had somehow made their way onto the coffee table.

"Rick." I muttered, suddenly feeling uncomfortable in my own skin. His eyes burned holes through my inhibitions and had me leaning in to kiss him. My teeth nipped his lower lip gently, drawing a groan from deep in his throat that sent vibrations through my entire body.

He pulled me tightly to his chest, my hands falling on his shoulders as I leaned into the kiss deeper. He was intoxicating, and I was so pleasantly buzzed on his taste. He tasted exactly like I remembered. Expensive champagne, exotic coffee, tropical fruits, and something darker. Something...seductive. Rick.

I gasped quietly, my arms wrapping around his neck and my legs securing around his waist when he lifted me from the couch, never breaking the kiss. His lips made their way down my jaw, his stubble reddening my skin along the way, until he reached my ear.

"Bedroom?" He rasped, his voice rough and low, making me shiver. I pointed in the general direction of my room and pulled him back for another kiss as he walked us down the hall. No turning back now.

The slide of my shirt over my sensitized skin as it was pulled over my head was enough to have all of my senses on high alert. My plush carpet under my barefeet was soft, comforting.

My shaking hands went to the buttons of Rick's shirt, slipping them through the soft material quickly, but gracefully. His skin was soft under my fingers as I pushed it off of his shoulders, the material falling silently to the carpet. His chest was smooth and sculpted under my hands, my fingers splaying out over the warm, tanned flesh curiously.

His warm eyes gazed down at me as I leaned in to kiss his chest gently, the soft sprinkle of chest hair tickling my nose. My teeth scraped across his collar bone as I allowed my hand to drift over his stomach to the waistband of his dress pants.

Rick sucked in a ragged breath, his head falling forward when my hand closed around the growing bulge under his zipper.

"Shit, Kate." He breathed into the top of my hair, his hips flexing forward into the palm of my hand. Popping the button on his slacks, I drug the zipper down slowly and helped him to shimmy out of his pants and silk boxers quickly.

My breath caught in my throat as I stepped back to survey the view in front of me. His chest looked as though he worked on constantly, though he wasn't completely chiseled. The soft undertones of muscles rippled beneath his skin, flowing into the curved V of his hips that was trailed with dark hair.

"You're quite a sight, Mister Castle." I whispered, nipping his ear. He growled low in his throat and gripped my hair roughly, just before the point of pain.

"You're overdressed, Detective Beckett." He replied, his voice eminating through every synapse in my brain. He unhooked my black bra deftly with on hand as he pulled me closer with the other. The bare skin of his chest meeting mine was scorching, his excitement making itself know as it dug into my hip. I shimmied out of the pajama pants quickly and pulled him down for a kiss, my fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair.

"Do you have...?" I trailed off, a blush flaming up my neck. Why was I so damned nervous? Rick gave me that shark smile again and leaned down to his pants, fishing a foil package out of the pocket. "That's awfully presumptuous of you, Mister Castle." I murmured, my voice laced in playful sarcasm. Rick chuckled low in his throat.

"Well, I was an Eagle Scout in high school, Detective. I'm always prepared." He stalked towards me, backing me up until my legs hit the edge of my bed and I fell backwards, the soft plume of my down comforter beneath my back.

"Is that right?" He loomed over me like a jungle cat, his muscles shifting gracefully under his unmarred skin. I shifted my legs to allow him to settle between them, his hardness brushing against my center, causing me to gasp against his mouth. He hovered the top half of his body over mine, his chest brushing over my hardened nipples torcherously.

"Yes. That is right." He smirked, lowering himself until we were completely flush against each other. I groaned softly as his manhood slid along the wetness of my folds, not entering me, but never breaking contact. A shiver ran through me as he reached down between us, his fingers finding the bundle of nerves that pulsed for him on the way back up my body. My hips pushed forward against him of their own volition. "My, my, aren't we eager tihs evening, Kate?"

"You seem to have that effect on me, Rick." I purred, leaning up to bite the side of his neck roughly, drawing a growl from him that arrowed straight to my core.

"Yes, but we had to rush last time, I want to take this slow this time. I want to kiss every. Last. Inch of you." He punctuated each word with a gentle kiss to the bottom of my jaw. I let out a stuttering sigh as he began to move lower, his lips blazing a trecherous trail down my sternum. Moving over my breast, his teeth scraped over each of my nipples quickly, causing my hips to buck against him violently.

I was not expecting that...

He smirked against my skin, obviously pleased with himself. He continued down my stomach over the curve of muscle there, and dipped his tongue into the curve of my bellybutton.

"Rick." I groaned softly, my fingers tangling in his hair, trying to pull him back to my face, but his hands closed over my wrists, pinning them by my sides. When he pulled his head away from my skin, a wicked smirk was plastered to his face. He ducked his head back down, his hot breath hovering over my center a moment before tongue finally connected with the bundle of nerves.

I cried out unintelligably at the sensation, my hands fisting in the comforter as my hips attempted to push forward. One of his hands held me in place, however, as his teeth grazed the nub, while he inserted a finger on his freehand into the center of my heat. I groaned once again as he began pumping in and out quickly, causing the muscles low in my stomach to tighten. It wasn't long before I felt myself shattering around his fingers, my chest heaving as I rode through the orgasm.

When I came back to, Rick had crawled back up the bed and was staring at me, a smirk across his face. His eyes were locked with mine when he slid his finger between his lips and groaned low in his throat as his tongue wrapped around the digit, licking it clean. I quirked an eyebrow at him, a sly smile across my face as well.

"Delicious." He muttered, leaning in to kiss me, his tongue holding the tang of myself on it. I smiled against his lips and hooked my leg over his hip, pulling him close. He reached between us and sheathed himself quickly before slipping into me in one smooth stroke. I gasped at the sudden full feeling that overwhelmed me. He fit as perfectly as I recalled.

"Rick, please." My voice sounded strained even to my own ears as I begged him to move, needing the delicious friction to relieve the tension that had begun to build. He tilted his hips until he almost slid completely out, and then pushed himself back into me at a dizzyingly slow pace.

My fingers moved to clutch his shoulders, my fingers digging into the flesh there harshly enough to leave deep purple marks against his ivory skin. His voice near my ear was harsh, and hot against the shell of my earlobe.

"You're so beautiful, Kate. I have thought about you since the fundraiser." He rasped, his teeth scraping my earlobe, sending a shiver through my body. His hand raised to my breast, his index finger and thumb rolling a nipple between them roughly enough to make me yelp and my hips stutter.

"H-harder, Rick, please." I groaned, my head thrown back against the pillows in ecstasy. He grinned and nipped the side of my neck, and sped up his thrusts. In moments I was coming apart around him, and he followed shortly after, crying out into the crook of my neck.

His arms were shaking as he held himself over me, his face still buried against my skin. I lifted my hands and stroked his back softly, encouraging him to relax. He took the hint and settled onto me fully, his breathing slowing back down to a normal rate.

"I'm really glad that I came over, Kate." He whispered into my ear, rolling onto his side and pulling me with him. I whimpered softly when he slipped out of me in the process, but tucked my head under his chin anyway. My hand settled onto his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart under my fingertips.

"I am too, Rick." I replied, a smile tugging at the corners o my lips. "That was...beyond wow."

"I agree. There aren't words for what just happened." He chuckled softly and placed a gentle kiss to my head.

"So, Mister Castle, you know that I am a detective, but I still have no clue how you make your living." I muttered, fighting the sleepiness that tugged at my senses.

"I'm a murder-mystery writer. You've never heard of the Derrick Storm series?" He asked, sounding rather confused. I glanced up at him and shook my head shyly.

"I can't say that I have, I'm sorry. I'll have to give them a read." I smiled, trying to put his mind at ease. He returned my smirk and pullde a shrug.

"You don't have to do that on my account, Kate." He chuckled, running his fingers through my hair. "I would prefer to have you like this than as a fan." I felt my face flush as I let his words sink in. What were we? Lovers? Strangers that had a purely sexual relationship? I wasn't exactly sure. He ran his fingers through my hair slowly. "Don't overthink this, Kate. You'll worry yourself into an early death if you do that."

"Jeeze, you can read my mind." I laughed, curling closer into his chest.

"It's a gift." He replied, humor lingering in his voice. A yawn ecsaped my throat against my will and he frowned down at me. "Sleep, Kate." I squirmed until we were both under the warmth of the comforter. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, as I listened to the steady thrumming of his heart until sleep finally overtook me. His fingers moved slowly through my hair as I drifted into a dream world that consisted of warm blue eyes, dark masks and sensual dances under a velvet, star speckled sky. I dreamt of Rick, my Mister Enchanted.

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Much love, J. Rook