I can't believe I'm publishing this. This was meant to be an attempt at this kind of fic that was seen by a few select people but now I'm being threatened with bodily harm if I don't publish it. The title was thought up by the lovely Leighace who as always is awesome beyond belief. Huge thanks also to WhatTheFawkes and Manuxinhace. It hasn't been beta'd so all mistakes are mine and anything inaccurate is also my fault. Marie x

Disclaimer: They're not mine, I'm just borrowing them for a bit.

Skin to Skin

Kate isn't sure her body can take another round but it seems nobody thought to actually tell her body that. She can't remember ever being this...horny. The things this man does to her. It's like college all over again; but then he'll look at her with those baby blues, as if there's nothing more precious in the entire world, and she's mush. Wall? What wall?

Tonight's about them- that's what he told her. A proper first date to celebrate the months of searching to find her mother's killer. The months of therapy, the capture and trial of her mother's killer and most of all to celebrate the fact Kate Beckett has broken down enough of that damn wall to tell Castle she loves him too.

She keeps telling herself it did start out as a proper date: herself in a fancy dress and Castle looking dashing in a tux. They did make it to the restaurant and through the entire starter before they decided it was time to give up the pretence and make up for lost time. That required something a little more private.

So now they're lying in Castle's overly extravagant bed- she can feel every single inch of the 100 thread count sheets, but boy she wouldn't change it for the world. Lying here stark naked and (mostly) sated next to Richard Castle? She's never getting used to that.

Her head is lying on his chest, Rick's cheek resting against her mussed curls. Both of their chests rise and fall with deep even breaths, completely at odds with the speed Kate's heart is still beating. She thinks that she should be freaking out about now, or at the very least checking the escape route is clear, but she feels an odd sense of calm around her. Maybe it's just the fact she's not sure her legs will actually hold her up if she tries to move.

She feels his voice rumble up through his chest as he starts to speak. It's gruff and deep; either from lack of use or screaming she isn't sure.

"I for one am glad we skipped straight to desert," he says the shit eating grin firmly in place upon his features.

"That the best you got, Castle?"

He presses a couple of kisses into her hair before replying "So it's back to Castle now?"

"You're Castle when you're being smug or annoying. You're Rick when . . ." Kate lets her hand trail down his chest and lower to show him her meaning.

He awakens immediately, his length hardening at the slightest touch of her hand. The strangled moan that escapes his throat is laced with desire and need; he simply cannot get enough of Kate Beckett.

The sounds spilling from Castle's mouth have Kate wet instantly; how can this sweet charming man have such an effect on her? She's endlessly glad that they never dressed after the previous round because right now clothing could only be a hindrance. The skin to skin contact is as vital now as oxygen.

Castle is quick to raise himself above Kate, his mouth latching on to a nipple with ease. This attraction between them is so fierce, so magnetic that they cannot help that their bodies move together faultlessly. He scrapes his teeth gently across the sensitive nub and is rewarded with a soft moan from Kate. He switches to the other side, his breath fierce and hot against the receptive flesh. She is panting now as his tongue is allowed to lazily swirl around the nub before dipping into the valley of her breasts and then trailing lower.

One of Kate's hands is already fisted in the sheets, her knuckles stained white with the force of her grip. The other hand makes its way above her head, twisting itself around the iron railings of the headboard and hanging on for dear life.

Rick grins as he watches her abdominals jump at the darting touch of his tongue, he suspects sheer force of will is the only thing stopping her hips bucking off of the mattress. Kate Beckett may love him but she won't surrender complete control until the very moment at which he undoes her completely.

She widens her legs to accommodate him and tries to stop her thighs from quivering in anticipation. It's utterly unfair how swiftly and completely this man, this writer with such talented fingers, can undo her. He trails warm kisses from just below her bellybutton to the inside of her right thigh, pausing there a moment to worship the soft skin.

"Rick..." Her voice is more breathless than she would have liked but still husky enough to tear a growl from his throat. "If you mark me you will be in for a world of pain."

"Promise?" Every single part of him screams un-repentance as he moves his lips to the opposite thigh. He brings his hand down to trace feather light along her slit whilst biting gently on her thigh; not enough to mark her, but enough to tease her.

She's gasping now, hands clinging tightly to both the sheets and the headboard. The stimulation is almost too much and yet not enough. She needs him to touch her properly. Now.

As if sensing her need Rick moves his free hand to rest on her stomach, applying slight pressure to keep her hips flush with the bed. Then he wastes no time in easing 2 fingers inside of her, her juices coating his hand. His fingers curl and find her g spot with an ease that should be born of years of practice, not merely a few hours.

The smell of her is intoxicating and he can't stand it any longer. He surges forward, angling his fingers to drive deeper as he pumps them in and out whilst sucking her clit into his mouth. She's close, the breathy moans issuing from her throat now dissolving into chants of "Yes, more please, faster, yes, Rick, yes!"

He withdraws his fingers from her heat, ignoring her whine of displeasure and taking the time to suck the digits clean of her essence. He shifts his hands until he has a firm grip on her hips before once more lowering his mouth to her.

This time he uses his tongue, thrusting in and out rapidly as she nears her climax.

"Rick please, I'm so close, please..." Kate's hips try to buck off the bed in an attempt to gain more friction.

Rick brings one hand down and allows his thumb to gently caress her clit, rubbing the sensitive button until she breaks apart under him. He continues thrusting into her with his tongue as he feels her walls clamp around him, helping her to ride out her orgasm. His thumb gently draws concentric patterns on her clit whilst she comes down from her high.

He runs his tongue along her slit one last time before slowly crawling back up her body. Kate's chest is heaving with her panting breath as Rick presses his lips to hers. This kiss is sweet and almost timid; a kiss shared between lovers in a quiet moment rather than a passion filled melding of tongues.

"I love you, Rick. " Kate murmurs before burrowing her face into the crook of his neck and trying to regain her breath.