AN: I originally wrote this for the Castle Pornado in November 2018 and posted it on my Tumblr. It is inspired by a photo of a woman standing the way Beckett is when Castle arrives. The photo doesn't show her face; it's mainly about her legs. Because of the new guidelines on Tumblr, I cannot direct you to my page to view the photo.

Warning: This is pure smut.

Surprise Part 1

Rick hated being away from his wife. He hated not sleeping all cuddled up to her, hated not kissing her every day, hated not being right by her side as they got ready for work in the morning & ready for bed at night. He missed her hugs and her affectionate touches. He missed waking up naked with her after a late night of sex. He use to enjoy his book tours, and he does still like the fan interactions, but the time he has to himself can get lonely when he's not video-chatting or on the phone with her.

He's halfway through this book tour in Los Angeles, and when he enters his hotel room after having dinner, he nearly yelps in his little girl voice. Kate is right there waiting for him perched on a wall wearing a button-down shirt of his and black pumps. His eyes zoom in on her bare legs - those mile-long legs that he's always admired, accentuated by the high heels. She was made for pumps. His brain is trying to figure out how she's there and if she's real, but he's growing rock-hard in his pants. She's also wearing the most dazzling smile on her face. "Hey," she says softly with a hint of seduction.

"Kate…hi. How… You're here…in LA. I thought you had…thought you couldn't…," he stammers as he makes sure the door shuts and toes off his shoes. He quickly makes his way to her.

"Don't fuss with the details. Just be glad I'm here." She drops her foot from the wall and throws her arms around him.

"Oh, I'm more than glad." His hands sneak down her back to the hem of her (his) shirt. His fingers gently trail her skin right below the hem. Her whole body shivers with anticipation of more. She's always loved how he touches her.

He leans in, and she meets him halfway in a kiss that starts off soft & tender but quickly turns fiery. He plunges his tongue into her welcoming mouth, and she moans. She lifts a leg to wrap around him, and he grabs her ass, lifting her so that both legs wind around him and he presses her hard against the wall. His fingers fumble around the front of her shirt, finding her breasts & palming them. No bra, he discovers. She's moaning like crazy as he pleasures her breasts through her shirt. He catches her gasp in his mouth when he pulls & squeezes her nipples.

They keep kissing, giving and taking all the passion they have. Her fingers dig into his back. His right hand glides down her body and finds her wet between her legs. No panties either. He groans deeply. He tries to kiss her some more, but she turns her head away from his lips, needing to breathe. She cries out and rocks into him as he rubs her clit.

"No panties, huh?" He smirks and dives onto her neck, kissing and tonguing her hot skin.

"Figured…easy access," she replied breathlessly.

"Good girl," he murmurs, sliding a couple fingers inside her hot depths. "Oh god, Rick," she exclaims.

"You look so hot. In those heels, in my shirt, with your legs around me open for me." His voice drives her wild as he pumps her with his fingers. She whimpers when he suddenly pulls out of her and ceases pleasuring her completely. "What… You can't stop," she tries to express in a firm, commanding tone but to no avail.

She watches as he lifts his head and shoves the two fingers that were just inside her into his mouth, watching her as he tastes her juices. He moans, savoring her natural flavor.

She regains her senses and gets to work on unbuttoning his shirt. It's not fair he isn't as naked as she is (or more so) yet. When she gets halfway done, she pulls him in for another kiss. Once she finishes with the buttons, he assists by tugging his shirt free from his pants and off his body. Her hands immediately travel every inch of skin reachable and eventually tug on his jeans. She breaks away and plants hot kisses on his neck, her fingers unbuttoning & unzipping his jeans. He moans as her mouth does its magic, and he hisses when she bites him.

His hands trail up and down her thighs before climbing higher and working on her own buttons. Once he undoes the last one, she leans back with a sexy grin meant only for him. He drags the shirt open and off her shoulders. "Fuck," he whispers at the sight of her naked form. His hands move up her torso to her small beautiful breasts, fondling them. She bites her bottom lip in a moan and then cries out from his fingers tugging her nipples.

She's ready for more friction, and he seems to somehow read her mind by bringing his hands to his jeans and pulling them & his boxers down just enough to whip out his erect penis. "God yes, I need that." She doesn't mean to say that out loud, but he loves how uninhibited she gets with him.

Their eyes meet as he aligns himself with her. The love they share is written all over. "I missed you," she confesses, "In so many ways." "Me too. I've missed you so much, Kate."

"Now show me," she whispers hotly, and he plunges into her, making them both gasp. He grips her hips and wastes no time in thrusting in & out of her. He doesn't bother starting out slow. Her hips join his, and they quickly have their rhythm established. "Oh my God, Rick," she groans. "Ohh fuck, Kate," he moans.

He grabs her wrists, pinning them to the wall above her head and driving into her faster & harder. Her fingers grip his hands, and she's whimpering, feeling the intensity building. "My…god…Rick," she pants, "The FaceTime…sex…can't compare…to this."

"I remember…your favorite position…is…in person," he pants back.

"Yes. Yes yes yes…ohh fuck!" Her womanly walls grip his manhood tight, and they both release urgent groans, feeling themselves closer to the edge.

"Almost…there," he stammers.

She latches her mouth to his, and this loosens his grip on her wrists. She brings her hands to the back of his neck, keeping him in the kiss. His hands hold onto the back of her thighs. Their hips slow down to a steadier pace as they pour all their love into their sweet, tender kiss, savoring this moment of being joined together after being separated for weeks.

They end the kiss together, their eyes meeting and saying what needs to be said. He picks up the pace, slamming into her harder than before, and she cries out over and over and over again. Her nails pierce his shoulders, and her walls grip his manhood so tight. Tilting her head back, she loses herself in the ride. "Oh god oh god oh god…" With his next plunge, she's coming hard around him, her body shaking uncontrollably. "OHH FUCK YES! Yes, Rick, yes…OHH RICK!" Another couple thrusts and he's sailing the orgasmic ship with her, calling out her name several times and spewing his juices deep inside her. "Ohh fuck…Kaaaate! Fuck fuck fuck…"

Their hips slow down, and she falls against him with her arms securely around his shoulders. He holds her and stumbles backwards to the bed, falling with her ungracefully. She doesn't let go of him but does stretch out her legs, remembering she still has her pumps on. Both are breathing hard, staying silent as they catch their breath.

"Mmmmm," Kate disrupts the quiet, "That was pretty spectacular."

"Mmmhmm. It's always so intense when we've been apart."

"Yeah," she whispers with a grin. She lifts her head up to look at him. "I wonder if anyone heard us."

"You and I are no strangers to doing it in hotel rooms," he responds. He gives her rear a pat, and she giggles. "I don't really care if anyone heard us. They can listen all they want," she admits.

He fake gasps. "You little exhibitionist."

She grins with her tongue poking through. "Hey…when in California and not in our home city…"

"Why yes, Mrs. Castle, I do recall you getting a little wilder when we're away from New York." He squeezes her rear, and she moans.

"Mmmhmm." She lays her head on him. Her hand finds his left one, and she caresses his wedding band. "I missed you so much, Rick."

"I missed you more."

"Not possible. I'm the one sleeping in our bed alone, coming home to our empty loft, showering without my singing partner. Trust me."

"Yeah…that is torture."

She kisses his neck and breathes in his scent. "I love you."

He rubs her back. "I love you too."

"Do you have to be anywhere in the morning?"

"No…not till 2."

She sits up to straddle him, his shirt still hanging open on her. "Good. We have all night, and we can sleep in." Their hands find each other, their fingers interlocking. "Sounds perfect. One round isn't enough for us," he replies.

"Never is." She leans down to kiss him passionately, and round 2 has begun.