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Rating T for language and … well, romance.

Category Romance/Humor

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A/N: Thank you so much for you support, I really appreciate it!

I'm not that good at writing smut, so the story remains rated T, at least in my opinion. Please let me know if this should be M.

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Chapter 4 – On the cushions

Toe-curling.

Hit by lightning.

Nerve-end-tingling.

His writers' mind came up with several descriptions of this kiss, before his mind shut down. The electric shock her lips on his caused to erase every coherent thought he had only moments before, letting him forget every insecurity he might have had regarding this woman, and the questions he had regarding her feelings for him, quickly vanished when he felt her tongue gliding across his teeth, and he opened his mouth for her.

Their tongues remembered this mornings' duel very vividly, it seemed, and picked up exactly where they quit some hours before.

He leaned into her, bringing his body close to hers, ever closer, and nudging her to fall back against the cushions. He followed her motions without ever letting go of her mouth, their tongues continuing a dance all of their own, in a perfect rhythm, as if they'd already done this a thousand times before. (He definitely remembered their first one. Well, two, to be precise.)

He pushed her further into the cushions, covering her body with his, letting her feel all his weight and pinning her effectively under him. His hands began to roam her body, and the soft moans that escaped her mouth made him even more eager to feel more of her, preferably naked skin. He let a finger caress the hem of her shirt, inching, teasing along the fabric.

She had the same idea, fisting his shirt, letting herself completely fall into the intoxicating sensation of being kissed by an expert, and a devoted one at that. All coherent thought had escaped her mind, too, as her wicked voice had taken over control and blotted out all restraints she may have had. Finally. Let him feel how much you want that, want him. Let there be no doubt where you stand.

She tugged impatiently at his hair, his shirt and down his back, when she suddenly smiled evilly (and completely turned on), letting her hand wander further down south. This morning, only one of her hands had had the pleasure of feeling his butt, but now, both her hands were free. Hmmm…. What could I do with two free hands and his body pinned to mine?

She started a dance downwards with both hands, drawing lazy circles on his back, but steadily downwards. Once arrived, she paused the fraction of a moment, cherishing the imminent feel of his buttocks under her hands. A slight touch on the left, and on the right, which resulted in a sweet moan on his side, and then she massaged his butt with utter devotion, which made his eyeballs roll backwards into the sockets.

He couldn't believe that he could be more aroused every second, but the feel of her body under his, her roaming hands (oh so delicate hands, he never dreamed of her being intent on massaging his ass like that), and insatiable mouth, made him feel he'd died and went straight to heaven.

Things would have gotten a lot hotter, hadn't both not tried to shift at the same time, and toppled from the sofa, knocking the food from the table in the process.

"Ouch!"

"What the hell-?"

Both yelled, and not a little pissed at the interruption. When both had regained their composure, they looked at each other, swollen lips, disheveled hair, blurry vision, crumpled shirts, and burst out laughing.

"Eat first?" Kate asked, grinning.

"Yeah, we better. Would be a waste of your cooking skills" he teased.

Kate slapped him, still with this happy grin on her face. "Shut up, Rick."

"Why? I was promised a meal prepared by yourself, and not some Chinese take out." He pouted.

"You're lucky to get something to eat at all" she haughtily said. "I was catching criminals all day, whereas you were at home all day, having only the task of bringing the booze."

"Booze? You call a 2000 Châteauneuf du Pape 'booze'? I'll have you to teach some manners, lady. 'sides, I'll have you know, that I spent my day very productively."

"I doubt not", came the laughing reply. "What, Wii Sports and the Cartoon Channel?" She was teasing, but referred to his well-built shoulder muscles. She'd very much liked to find out more about his muscle condition.

"It was the Discovery Channel. Wanted to have some inspiring things to talk about over dinner." he smugly replied.

"If it was the Discovery Channel, why do you want me to teach me manners for?" she inquired in her best bedroom voice, batting her lashes and barely evading his grip, laughing at his face, enjoying their tease and banter.

She was happy. This was them. They had kissed (and what a hell of kisses they were), they had made out, she had told him her secret, and yet, here they were, still Castle and Beckett, with a good dose of Rick and Kate added to the mix. She was very much looking forward to adding some more doses of Rick and Kate later tonight; to find out if he really was right all along…

There were good together.

Epilogue

Rick watched her opening the food boxes one by one, smiling at him, and clearly at ease with their change in their relationship status. He couldn't say that he wasn't – in fact, he hadn't been feeling this happy in all his life.

This was a good start. They had a chance. She was opening up, even taking charge and letting him into her life. He would take all she'd offered, happy with every crumb, but this was more than crumbs. This was the beginning of their future. In his heart, he only felt joy and love for this gorgeous woman at his side, driving him crazy with her smiles, her touches, and her – being her.

He only had the nagging feeling that his own secret he still kept hidden from her would be biting his ass some day in the future. But he stuck to his resolve to protect her, no matter what. Perhaps, if there would be the right time, he'd tell her about his own murder board. But not yet.

Not yet.

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A/N: I let it end in a rather sudden way. If this bothers you, I'm sorry. Truth is, I read some very very good stories here on fanfic, and I feel a little inadequate continuing my story. 'sides, I would most probably turn this whole thing into an AU, for the following cases should be included somehow. But since they haven't been aired here (Germany), I can only rely on the snippets on Youtube, and have therefore too little to go by. I'd rather have the "real" stories interwoven in my story, than think about completely new cases. All in all, I feel that this is a good place to stop.

Thank you all followers, reviewers, and alerters, you made my day!