He brushes his stubble up her spine awaking every pore in her skin, nuzzles her neck and whispers into her ear an invitation she waited 4 years to pour out from his lips. She hums in approval and turns her body under him claims his lips once more, before he stands up, waiting for her to take his hand and follow him to the shower. A smile spreads across her face and she reaches for his hand.

It's a bathroom made for two lovers. They step into the shower and he reaches for the faucets and opens them letting the water wash his body. A few splashes hit her, but she doesn't even flinch.

It's like she's seeing him for the first time in her life. Castle naked in the shower is quite a sight. No. He is the sight. He's got his back turned to her and she can see his large back and its well defined muscles, his delicious butt and his thick thighs and strong calves.

"Too much clothes" she thinks out loud. What she meant was that she would never guess that he could be so goddamned hot under all those layers of clothes. He chuckles and turns to face her "What are you talking about? I'm naked!" and he laughs as her eyes roam over his broad defined chest, and there's just a hint of a six-pack. His thighs looks even stronger in the front and god, he's hot.

So. Fucking. Hot.

And thick. Oh god… and big.

She sighs and closes her eyes. Tries very hard to not jump his bones, telling herself to keep it together because they will real soon be having amazing sex again. And he's eyeing her, too. Taking in all she has to offer. And there's plenty.

Smooth and creamy skin descending from her neck, those perfect perky breasts with tiny brown nipples, a flat stomach with all the curves in the right places, the so very very long and thin legs of hers and not a single hair below her neck.

Everything is new and all too familiar at the same time. And suddenly there's a very strong arm wrapping itself around her waist and bringing her closer to his very wet and hot body. He turns her around and pushes her flush against him and holds her tight in place as the other hand spreads soap foam over her breasts and her stomach, making her muscles to contract under his touch. His hand descends and his middle finger parts her folds and glides through her slickness to her entrance, slipping in and out cleaning their mess.

And when he's done cleaning, he uses the same finger to trace circles over her clit, feeling her body melt into his once more while the water embraces the couple.

A couple.

Castle and Beckett are finally a couple.

She giggles at the idea and turns around to wash him. She uses the soap foam to clean his chest, his stomach and she kneels before him to wash his cock, right before her mouth, and his strong thighs. And he watches her moves while she's breathing so close to him.

Kate Beckett is bruising her perfect knees and it's not quite what he expected. She just nuzzles his cock and slightly brushes her lips over his length and stands up again, with darkened eyes, only to find a savage animal looking down at its pray.

And just like that, in the bright light of his bathroom, he hoist her up his shower wall and she wraps her legs around him and holds onto his shoulders for support because he's slippery, but it's so urgent that they have to be together that it doesn't really stops them, and their mouth devour each other hungrily.

Tongues and teeth and lips, her hand runs through his wet hair, her elbow rests at his shoulder and she urgently moans "please" into his ear. It's all it takes him to thrust her deeply, pushing her back against the cold tiles.

His hands are on her butt holding her up, while his hips thrust her hard. Their kiss is sloppy, within moans and groans, and deep. A dance is being choreographed by their tongues, running through each other's length. The shower's steam is involving them, taking charge of the air, while the water hits only his lower back, butt and legs.

Everything is slippery, in and out, and his tiny blond hairs keep brushing against her core now and then with each thrust of his hips. Her body is moving against his, her nipples rubbing on his skin with their movements and god- her legs are squeezing his so hot butt into her – urging him to thrust her harder and deeper.

He lets his head fall onto her shoulder and groans a "let go" into her ear with a husky voice of a possessed animal and she does because if she holds off any longer she'll have a heart attack.

And she does. She lets go, crying out his name as she tightens her grip with her legs and arms, trapping him into her, allowing him the minimum freedom to move and help her in and out of her wave.

With her slim figure wrapped around him so deliciously hot, he manages to turn off the faucets, grabs a towel for her and walks her to the bed, where he lays her down and gives her the towel to dry off. He runs to the bathroom and picks up one for himself, quickly finishing the task. As he walks back she's grinning, with the lights on.

He smirks at the thought that she was really really hot for him when she saw him naked. And then she sees: his throbbing member, hard and (still) ready. He didn't come.

Her legs are still weak and she can't ride him like this. What she can do is get down on her fours and support herself like that. And so she reaches for his shaft, strokes him feeling the soft skin under her digits and his hot pulse. It's heavy and pinkish – and looks (and tastes) delicious. She so lets him go, turns her back to him and get down on her fours.

She's so hot and wet inside and he really wants to come inside her again, gliding his cock through her velvet heat. And she wants him to take her from behind. He can see, now, her shade of pink. It's a dark pink with some places with a light pink. He also can see her swollen lips, already sensitive, and her magnificent behind.

She throws him a look over her shoulder with a smirk and he just wants to kiss her senseless, but no more than he wants to be inside her right now. He's standing by the bed, at the perfect height to her entrance, and she's glistening down there with her need for him. And so he pushes a finger inside her.

The moan which escapes her lips urges him to push another one in. And Kate begins to rock his fingers back and forth, with a little sway of them, too. The pace is slow, she slips his fingers all in and all out of her. He curls his fingers inside her, making her hips buckle and she continues her pace, pleasing herself.

And as she slips out and sways her hips at the end of his fingers, when she rocks back, she takes his thick cock instead, all in, stretching her insides again. Her body trembles at the feel of him filling her up. And he continues the pace for her, slowly moving in and out of her.

He grips her hip with one hand and leans into her, barely touching her skin with his feverish one. His other hand finds her nipples, hard and ready, begging him for a taste and he licks his lips at the memory of her body's taste. His other hand sneaks under her to touch her clit while the other one plays with her nipples, earning whimpers and heavy breaths from her.

The need begins to rise with his ministrations and his balls slightly spanking the edges of her entrance, and she starts to rock with him, against him, swaying her hips and anything she can think of. And she has never been so needy, so responsive to anything. She should be embarrassed – it looks like she doesn't have sex in ages, and it does – but he's Castle, and it's ok, because she really needs him. The way he looks at her, his husky voice when she calls to wake him up because of her job, and his teasing, all of this always ruins her panties. Every single time.

And he's getting there, too. His pace quickens, both his hands goes to her crotch pushing her against him, and he thrusts her vibrating his hips into hers, almost like an animal. It's fast, it's hard, it's deep. He's possessed by the need of her. And he leans back a bit so he can thrust her faster, harder and deeper, and she leans back with him, bringing one of her hands to her clit, and he can feel it with his hands so nearby, and the other she uses to hold herself on him, reaching behind his neck for support.

Suddenly a feral growl into her ear shivers her body and she feels the hot pump of him inside her, taking her with him as she screams something with "oh" and "Castle" and "god". His pace is erratic, shorter and slower, riding himself – and her – out of the bliss of making love to his lover.

After cleaning up herself she falls into his sleepy embrace and cuddles with him.

One more to go.

Thoughts?