I didn't know what I was doing. Hell, for most of my life, I never knew what I was doing. I just did it and hoped I wouldn't regret it in the future. But now, I had no idea if I was going to regret this in the days to come. I didn't know what doors this could open, or close. The only thing I knew for sure at that very moment was what I was experiencing felt...extraordinary.

When you kiss someone with no real meaning behind it, you get this feeling that at best could be described as mediocre. But when you kiss someone you truly care about, maybe even love, you get this different kind of feeling. This special, intense, almost magical, feeling. And right at this very moment, I was luckily experiencing the ladder and not the former.

At first, I didn't have the slightest knowledge on why she was kissing back. Yes, it was a very risky move on my part. But I expected her to refuse my kiss and ask me angrily, "What the hell, Castle?" And I wouldn't have a response to the question. But no, she didn't do that. She did the thing I could only dream of her doing, she kissed back. She was actually kissing me, Richard Castle.

I had always known she liked me, maybe even had minor feelings for me. It was obvious from the fun little game we loved to play as often as we could. I'd flirt, she'd flirt, I'd flirt, she'd flirt. It was just a simple and basically harmless routine we had, something to lighten the mood up a bit. And everything was great until I started to develop serious feelings for her. Real feelings, way beyond physical attraction.

Okay, I'll admit it, the first time we met all I wanted to do was have sex with her. But what man, or woman, wouldn't? She was gorgeous and had this certain look in her eye that made me look twice. I thought she would agree easily when I asked her out. I was Richard Castle, who would possibly deny me? She would, that's who. Nothing crushed my ego more than that day the most beautiful woman I've ever met denied me permission to sleep with her.

But then, after I told her it would have been great, she leaned up to me and whispered in my ear, "You have no idea." And I nearly died of lust and attraction then. But all I did was stand there, drooling. I knew for a fact she wanted me, maybe not as much as I wanted her, but she wanted me. I knew from the way she looked at me and bit her lip after those unforgettable four words came out of her mouth.

But now, after many, many months of shadowing her for my books, my feelings for her have developed into something much more than physical attraction. They're beyond anything I could ever try to put into words, which is something someone like me didn't say very often. If an author like me couldn't find any words to describe something, no one could.

I was head over heels for her, falling for someone who was way out of my league. But she was kissing back, and I felt like the luckiest bastard in the whole entire universe. She must have feelings for me, too. After all, she was kissing me with as much force and passion I was kissing her with and that has to mean something. Maybe she's in love with me, too.

Because right now, I'm not afraid to admit I'm in love with the extraordinary KB.

I was really, really bored and I decided to right this little one shot. I hope you enjoy it.

-TelevisionSlave