OK, so I know I have a ton of fanfics going at once, but there are times when something just comes to me that just has to be written. I also have to get this out before Monday's episode, as it is uses parts of the preview as the premises of the story. It was going to be a one shot, but at 2500 words right now and not near finished, it will be a 2 or 3 shot. Please read and review, as this will be posted daily so that it ends before Monday. I hope you enjoy!

Written for Manuxinhace's challenge (.net/s/7382548/1/Challenge)

Disclaimer- not mine but if you want to call me about using any of my ideas I am willing to talk. I work real cheap…

Chapter 1

He touches her. It is an accident, a slip of the hand while helps her climb into the crawl space above. But he touches her, it isn't soft or gentle or passionate, but the fire it sends through her body still burns.

It has been hours since she felt his hand slide between her legs in an effort to push her up into the space above. Hours since his ears heard her sudden intake of breath and the needy words escape her lips. Kate still hears the surprise and lust in her own voice.

Now here at home the nervous energy has only grown into a frenzy of emotions, desire and need. Her body hums and vibrates with the heat of passion unfulfilled. As soon as she got home she had run a bath, filled it with Apple scented bubbles, lit candles and put on the sexiest music she could find. She closes her eyes and imagines his fingers slowly torturing her as he removes each item of clothes. Chills rack her body and her knees tremble. She hasn't stepped into the bath before her first orgasm hits fast and hard with hardly any stimulation at all.

There is no need for his book today. She doesn't need Nikki or Rook, she needs Castle, and she needs him now. There is no use denying it to herself any longer. She wants him in everyway that is humanly possible. She wants him in her life, in a relationship, in the precinct, and more than anything right this very second deep inside her!

Every inch of her being screams for her to find him, kiss him and touch every part of him and let him touch her in return. The yearning deep inside of her has grown to the point that it is all encompassing. The most inconsequential touch from him causes her to shiver, to close her eyes and savor the delicious heat that builds between her legs and the wetness that immediately follows.

Her body has been in a constant state of arousal for days, and everything she has done to try to relieve those feelings has fallen short of satisfaction. As she dips her foot into the sudsy warm water, her body betrays her and she can't help but steer her fingers to the wet heat between her legs.

The second her fingers caress her swollen clit she gasps. It takes only seconds for her to shatter again, her hips bucking against her hand violently. The need only intensifies and her fingers move faster and harder against her clit. She pants and bites her bottom lip, as she trembles with her third release. Never has she been this needy before. Never has she needed someone so desperately.

She knows what she needs. She also knows that this need would not be so overpowering if the underlying emotions of earth shattering love for him didn't exist. It is what has held her back from really being with every man she has ever has a relationship with.

Castle has broken down her walls. She did not erect a door, a bridge or a walkway; he barreled through the wall with a bettering ram. He is the wrecking ball that banged down the walls, and a banging is exactly what every fiber of her body needs.

She reaches for her phone. She knows this is a bad idea, but her brain functions have been over-ridden by more primal desires and needs.

The phone rings and she hears him answer.

"Hey, Kate something wrong?" He definitely has not expected a call from her, and she hasn't said anything about a body drop.

"Castle, could you please come over. Please?" she knew she sounded needy and her words were husky and soft.

"Um, yeah is something wrong?" he hears the tone of her voice but every part of him fights the sexy hot image that he quickly conjures up in his mind.

"Something like that," she whispers. "Just please hurry."

Castle suddenly worries that something is terribly wrong, and throws on his coat as he exits the loft. He catches a taxi and arrives at her place in less than 15 minutes. He races up the stairs not waiting for the ancient elevator.

Kate has been pacing the floor of her living room. She finished her bath and has thrown a robe around herself. The ties of the robe neglectfully lay limp at her sides. The robe, open and exposing the still wet body beneath it.

The gentle knock on her door startles her from her thoughts. She stares at the door. She can hear her heart racing, her palms are suddenly sweaty and she is rooted to the spot where she had stopped pacing. It's him.

"Kate, are you ok? Kate?" there is just a tinge of urgency in his voice. She holds her breath unconsciously.

"Kate are you in there?" He knocks again. Her minds races through all the different scenarios that can happen, her fear is paralyzing.

"Kate!" This time you can hear the fear in his voice. He turns the doorknob and tries to open the door. It is locked and doesn't budge.

His voice spurs her into moving. She reaches for the door and opens the door, before she can even think.

Castle doesn't have a chance for his brain to register the sight before him, or the feeling of the lips hungrily demanding entrance to his mouth. It doesn't register right away that his hands are sliding over soft wet skin belonging to Kate Beckett. None of it registers until he hears her voice.

"Make love to me, Castle." She moans into his mouth. ""Please, touch me and make love to me."

Suddenly it is sensory overload and every bit of his body comes alive to fulfill her request. His hands drink in the smoothness of her soft, wet skin. Cherries infiltrate his sense of smell and his head spins from it. Her mouth feels like silk against his lips. Part of his brain registers that her breasts are up against his chest. He catches his breath for an instant and pushes away from her.

"Kate? What's happened? Why?" he starts trying to find answers he needs. He wants this so badly he doesn't want her to regret it.

"Stop talking, talk later." Her hands go to his pants and she begins to undo his belt. She runs her hand over the growing bulge in his pants and moans softly. Alarms go off in his head. No matter how much he wants this, and he does, he can't risk it all on one romp between the sheets with her.

"Kate." He grabs her shoulders and shakes her like a ragdoll. His eyes find hers and she sees concern, fear, nervousness and but no lust or need. She jumps back as if singed by fire, the burn more painful than anything she has ever felt before.

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