This is a writing experiment I was originally only going to share with Natalie Elizabeth and beatingoutasamba. One of the main reasons I post stories on this site is to improve my writing (and share my stories with all of you, of course). But with each story it became glaringly obvious-to me, anyway-that I was seriously lacking in giving physical descriptions of things. Writing classes seem to usually give boring (no offense to any writing teachers out there) exercises like describe your bedroom or your backyard. So I came up with the idea of writing scenes from the show. I watch episodes over and over again anyway, so why not use that? And then I asked beatingoutasamba if she was willing to edit the scenes. She is going to school to be a screenwriter and who better to ask for help with that type of thing? Already she has given me invaluable input. I also share the scenes with Natalie because she is, as I call her, one of my best Castle friends-and becoming one of my best friends in general-and we love reading each other's work. I e-mailed this scene to her last night and she suggested I post these so they can be shared with the fandom. Which surprised me (but only a little, because we seem to be as in sinc as Caskett a lot of the time) because I had just been thinking the same thing, wondering if any of you would be interested in reading these.

Disclaimer: I own next to nothing of these and certinaly nothing of Castle (other than DVDs and the first two Heat novels). I'm trying to keep it as close to the scene as possible, although as Natalie has pointed out, I am still giving my own interpretation of their thoughts and feelings.

Who would be knocking at this time of night? Castle wondered.

Alexis was at an after graduation party and his mother was in the Hamptons. The manners his mother had drilled into him prompted him to open the door, even though he wasn't in the mood for company. Deciding he would make some excuse and get rid of the person on the other side of the door, Castle schooled his features into a polite mask and turned the handle.

His features hardened in barely suppressed anger when he realized exactly who stood in his doorway.

Beckett.

She was lucky he didn't just slam the door in her face. He was sure she was there because she wanted his help with her mother's case. He wouldn't let himself be dragged back down that road. But this was Beckett; as much as it pained him, he couldn't bring himself to just push her away.

"Beckett, what do you want?" Castle made his tone as cold and unwelcoming as he could. He may not be able to push her away, but he wasn't going to pretend to be happy about her barging back into his life mere hours after he'd walked away.

"You," she replied softly.

Beckett's stride was determined as she made her way towards him. Castle took a small step back but she kept coming. She reached for him, her hands landing just above his shoulders, cupping his neck in firm yet gentle grip. He barely had time to register the feeling of her fingers on his bare skin when her lips captured his. He was torn between pulling her closer and pushing her away. His hands remained just above her shoulders, the little movements they made little more than reflexes as his heart struggled with his mind.

Her lips left his before he had completely decided. Hands briefly swept over his shoulders before she rested them once again along the side of his neck. A thumb softly caressed his cheek as she rested her forehead against his.

Castle didn't dare lift his gaze to hers. Having her this close was bad enough. Looking into her beautiful green eyes would break him.

"I'm so sorry, Castle," Beckett whispered, her hands drifting once again to his shoulders. "I'm so sorry." She sounded near tears as she said it. That couldn't be right. But the sound was even clearer when the words left her lips a third time. "I'm so sorry."

Once again she leaned in, her lips touching his for a brief moment before he forced her back, a slight reluctance in the movement that hadn't been present the first time.

Something had changed. Kate Beckett didn't act like this. She didn't kiss him, she didn't apologize. Before he could allow himself to hope that her actions meant what they implied, he needed the whole story, the chain of events that would make everything make sense.

"What happened?" he asked, allowing himself to finally meet her gaze.

"He got away, and I didn't care." There was a soft smile on her lips that added credence to what she said. "I almost died, and all I could think about was you." Her gaze lowered to his lips. "I just want you." She leaned towards him, her lips parted in anticipation of another kiss.

But Castle didn't move. He needed a few moments to wrap his mind around what she was telling him. He could tell she meant every word. It was just so much to take in.

Her fingers lightly caressing his lips caused whatever self-control he had left to shatter. Suddenly it was him rushing forward, his momentum pushing her back towards the door, which closed as he pressed her body against it. Their hungry mouths met, eager lips holding nothing back. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss but there was so much more of her he wanted to explore. He trailed moist kisses down the side of her neck, his heart thrilling at the way she eagerly clung to him, her fingers digging into his back almost to the point of pain.

Their lips met again, neither able to get close enough, deep enough to satisfy a longing four years in the making. Her hands caressed his back with soft, eager movements, like she wanted to touch everywhere at once. He could relate. The frantic need clawed at him as his lips made their way down to the valley between her breasts. His lips burned as if the shirt she wore wasn't even there. It was when he kissed the area directly over her scar that the passion melded with a deep tenderness. He had come so close to losing her.

A need to see the scar, visual proof that she had fought death and won, shook him with its intensity. But his hands were remarkably steady as he unfastened the buttons the hid her secrets from his longing gaze.

Finally there it was, a round indention in her skin that puckered sharply around the edges, barely larger than the bullet that had ripped through her chest. His eyes once again met hers, the question in the blue orbs obvious. Her hand was there to meet his, giving him silent permission as she wrapped her fingers around his hand and pressed it against the proof of her survival.

At the same time her lips claimed his. This kiss matched the tenderness of their hands held so close to her heart. She lifted her hand from his to lightly brush his jaw with her fingertips.

He could feel her fighting a smile as their lips met in a series of light, brief kisses. Not even a full second passed after they put the slightest space between them before a full-fledged smile shone through, not just on her lips, but in her eyes. She may have yet to say the words, but love radiated from her gaze.

With a mixture of shyness and confidence that only Kate Beckett could pull off, she slid her hand down his arm and grasped his hand firmly in hers. Biting her bottom lip in a way that never failed to drive him crazy with desire, Beckett took the lead, gently tugging him forward. There was no way he was going to complain about her going first this time. Because this time she was taking the first step into their future. Together.

So what do you guys think? Should I post more or just keep these between myself and beatingoutasamba and Natalie Elizabeth until this area of my writing improves? Really, I want to know. Constructive criticism is welcome and even flaming reveiws will be taken into consideration. And of course if you like it I REALLY want to know that. :)