Well, this is the final chapter folks. Thanks to those who have read, followed, favourited and reviewed. Hope you enjoy this last (and very long) instalment. I would really appreciate some final reviews... please!

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Fast & Furious

"The Wellington-Brown's Party is always a great night Kate," Castle says as he drags his fingers through the tangle of her hair. "Fabulous food, amazing wine, great entertainment and it's all for charity; then there's the outstanding company you'll be keeping..."

"Yeah," she says playfully. "I'm so glad Martha and Alexis are coming, but you'll have to excuse my lack of enthusiasm, because between now and the social event of the year, there's the small matter of you leaving me."

"You can still come you know," Castle reminds her. "Watch me sign book after book, help me fend off the hoards of adoring women throwing themselves at me."

"Geez, I think I need to leave this bed immediately," she jokes and rolls to the edge of the mattress. "Not enough room for you, me and your ego."

He pounces on her then, pins her to the bed and kisses her senseless. He's leaving for a four day book tour in a few hours and in the midst of packing they've gotten a little sidetracked, and rather than packing his clothes they've found themselves removing them instead, from each other.

He kisses her hard; her mouth, her neck, her chest and she's sure he's trying to leave his mark before he actually leaves. They haven't spent much time apart since being together and neither of them is exactly thrilled about this trip, but his fans are important enough to drag himself away from Kate for a few days. One day, when the public at large is privy to the fact that the creator of Nikki Heat and the real Nikki Heat have been creating a little Naked Heat of their own, Kate might go with him, but until then he's going to face the masses alone.

He's kissing his way back to her mouth now, soft and playful as he whispers, "I'm gonna miss you."

"Me too," she says softly, palms on his face as she kisses him back. It's a slow, gentle kiss and it sets the mood for the rest of their goodbye; they've got time to take their time and they are going to do just that.

"You know, I expected to have to persuade you to go to the party, since you hate that type of things," he says against her ear, his warm breath tickling her, his teeth nipping and teasing the lobe.

"I haven't been to enough of them to hate them, Castle. Not really the circles I'm used to moving in," she replies, moving her head to allow him better access to the side of her neck.

"But I practically had to drag you kicking and screaming to the first couple you came to," he reminds her, shifting closer and placing his hand on her naked hip.

"I didn't want to go with you back then because you were annoying and drove me crazy, and I would rather have been eaten by tigers than have my photo on Page Six."

"But when I asked you to this one I'd been driving you crazy for about forty five minutes. You still said yes," he whispers suggestively, dragging her closer, his face now between her breasts as he caresses the length of her spine with his fingertips. To be precise, she'd actually been chanting 'yes, yes, oh yes' he smugly reminds her, "So crazy in fact, that I seem to recall you were moaning my name, begging me to make you c..."

"Do not finish that sentence Richard Castle," she warns, swatting his chest for good measure. "If you value your life, your manhood and any hope of having sex before your flight, you'll shut up now."

"Empty threats," he says confidently, his expression irritatingly cocky.

"Just keep going and try me," she warns, eyes flashing but he's right, she can't resist him and she often wonders how the hell she resisted him for four years. She can only put it down to the fact that she didn't know what she was missing. But now she does and...

"Oh, but I've already tried you," he interrupts, a salacious wiggle of his eyebrows accompanying his still-cocky tone as he nuzzles his nose against the base of her sternum, moving his hand from her back to blaze a trail up over her waist and along the edge of one breast. As he grazes his thumb over her nipple his voice is low, "And now I can't get enough of you."

He kisses his way back to her mouth then and it's still unhurried, almost lazy as his tongue drifts slowly across her bottom lip before sliding firmly into the warm recesses of her mouth. The hand teasing her breast drifts down her ribs, across her belly and she moans softly at his touch and at the delicious weight of him as he presses her into the mattress. Her hands cradle his face as her hips cradle him and they take their time.

It's a slow ignition, a languid glide of lips, tongues and hands spreading heat across their skin and through their veins until it flares, hot and powerful. Neither one can explain how unbelievably good they are together nor how overwhelming their physical and emotional connection is sometimes. The intensity of it sneaks up on them at different times but especially when they go slowly like they are now.

For Castle, when it happens, when inexplicably he wants her more, feels more, loves her more, it leaves him speechless because the way he feels about her every waking minute, the way he always wants her, the intensity of his every reaction to her is limitless, yet he can suddenly be struck by a wave of something he can't name and if it didn't feel so good, the ferocity of it would scare him to death.

Kate's reactions are similar and at first it frightened her because for years she doubted herself, her ability to be with him, to handle the intensity of her feelings for him and his for her, but once she gave in to those feelings she was overwhelmed by the depths of her need for him. So when her feelings boil over, on those occasions when she feels like he really is the other half of her, it's visceral, fierce and when it hits her it's all she can do to choke back the sob of raw emotion that often results. Because to love like that, to be loved like that, is terrifying. But instead of making her want to run, the wonderful power of it anchors her, to him and to the possibility of a life she never dreamed she could have.

Right now, as their gazes meet they can both see it in the depths of their eyes and feel the power of it, and it's heart-stopping in it's intensity. Their hands continue to tease and caress as their mouths meet again in a long, unhurried kiss that's both arousing and comforting, but when Castle's mouth begins to move lower, intense arousal flares, hot and potent. The warm wet suction of his mouth on her breast, the rough surface of his tongue as it laves over her nipple has her arching gracefully into his touch but when his hands and lips drift down her torso, fingers splaying across her belly before delving into the damp heat pooling at her centre her spine bows off the mattress and a sound escapes her lips that is not quite a whimper, not quite a moan.

His tongue and his fingers tease and stroke, over her, inside her and she's on fire, feels the flames ignite deep-down, but the pressure builds gradually and as he slows she savours the opportunity to completely tune into him; not just the sensations he's creating with his touch, but the nuances of what he's doing to elicit them. Kate zeros in on the alternate stroking and circular movements his tongue make as it works its magic on her and she develops a new appreciation for the subtle twist of his wrist as he slides two fingers in and out of her.

The rhythm is sweet torture and as she rocks her hips in time with his glorious beat she feels an involuntary tightening low in her belly. It would be so easy and oh so tempting to let him take her over the edge, let herself shatter against his mouth, around his fingers, because she wants to, but she also wants to touch him, desperate to feel his hardness in her palm and eventually, once he's inside her she wants to watch everything she's feeling reflected in the depths of his eyes as they shatter together. Because when it's like this between them, when there's nothing else in the world except this, they can't look away.

The intimate connection of their minds is always there, but when it's combined with the intimate connection of their bodies, it's exceptional and Castle uses it now, instinctively knows what she wants and slows his hand, his breath hot against her as he slides his fingers out of her. When she moans softly he moves over her, covers her mouth with his and kisses her, harder now, slightly less languid and a little more desperate. When she snakes her eager hand between then and runs her palm and fingertips over and around his length his hips buck against hers and they smile.

Castle shudders because her hand on him feels amazing and he knows that any second she's going to guide him inside her, wrap those sinfully long legs around him and they'll be eye to eye, bodies and minds connected. And even though he's expecting it, even though it's not new any more, they've done this countless times, the feeling of that first thrust inside her always steals his breath and his ability to think because fuck, the feel of her, wet and warm and tight around him unleashes his baser instincts every time; the primal need to pin her down, sink his teeth roughly into her neck or shoulder and fuck her senseless almost overwhelms him. But he takes a deep ragged breath, looks down at her flushed face, her kiss swollen lips and uses the pull of her unwavering gaze to drag his focus back to her, to his unyielding desire please her, love her and yes, his basic need to make her moan his name. He is a man after all.

And she does exactly that; guides him inside her, tightens her legs around him and they move, perfectly in sync, her nails pressing crescent-shaped marks into his back as she clenches around him. His name is a soft cry on her lips as tightly coiled passion is unleashed and she is helpless against wave after wave of intense pleasure and as he thrusts surely, he draws out her climax until he is powerless to delay his own. They collapse against each other, sweaty and panting, both of them completely boneless.

A loud, ear-piercing wolf whistle sounds inside Richard Castle's loft and the perpetrator is the man himself. He is standing in his living room, in all his finery as three beauties descend his staircase. Martha Rogers glides down first, curtsying dramatically once she reaches the bottom, a picture in bright floral.

"And before you feel compelled to comment," she winks at her son, "Yes Richard, age before beauty."

They all chuckle as Alexis follows her grandmother down, gorgeous in a deep blue cocktail dress that probably shows slightly more skin than her father is comfortable with, but she looks beautiful. And then there's Kate, stunning in silver so pale that it's almost a luminous white, her hair piled perfectly atop her head exposing the flawless skin of her neck, back and chest.

Castle can't take his eyes off her, the love radiating from him only outshone by the blatant lust in his gaze and it's obvious enough to make her blush because his mother and daughter are right there. His flight back to New York had been delayed and he's only just made it home in time to escort his three favourite women to the party of the season, leaving no time for more than a brief but heated hello kiss between himself and Kate.

"Should Alexis and I leave the room? You two look like you could use a moment alone," Martha says, breaking the spell and she winks, at nobody in particular but Alexis sees it and a look of abject horror crosses her face.

"Oh Grams, gross."

"Don't blame me Kiddo. I'm not he one making the love eyeballs."

"I repeat. Gross." Alexis complains with a visible shudder, but she's teasing them when she says, "I so do not need to be witnessing the adults in my life making love eyeballs, or having... what does Lanie call it - eye sex? Control yourselves, please."

The mention of Lanie and eye sex, by his daughter snaps Castle out of his lust haze and he turns his gaze on Alexis. "Do I need to have a talk to Lanie about appropriate workplace conversation?"

"Do I need to talk to you two about socially acceptable displays of affection?"

They all laugh then, both Kate and Alexis blushing a little as they make eye contact. Their relationship has developed gradually over the last few months and it's become natural, easy and Alexis has even become comfortable with the frequent PDAs between her father and Kate, but they are both a little embarrassed now.

"I think we should get going," Kate suggests and all three women grab their bags as they head for the elevator.

Castle takes Kate's hand as they step into the foyer of his building. Martha and Alexis have raced ahead so he steals the opportunity to have a few moments alone. Well almost alone; the doorman is lurking, failing miserably to hide his not so covert staring.

"You look beautiful," he says and pulls her to him, kissing her lightly on the mouth. "God I missed you."

"You don't look too bad yourself," she says and presses herself somewhat shamelessly against him. "You look kinda hot in a Tux... and I missed you too."

"I so wanted some alone time with you before the party," he whispers against her ear, nipping playfully at the hollow behind it."

"You mean some naked time don't you?" she teases.

"Kate," he says roughly, "You can't be using words like naked when you look like you do because I'm already fighting the urge to drag you back into elevator and press..."

"Press this against me?" she finishes for him, her voice low and seductive as she rubs her hand against his obvious arousal.

He makes a very unmanly squeak at her touch and gulps loudly. "I was going to say, press the button to my floor, but this works too."

They are both flushed and panting when Alexis waves them over. "Are you two coming?"

They both smirk, neither of them game to say a word. Best to allow that question to remain unanswered.

Alexis and Martha fly out of the car once they reach the beautiful Westchester mansion, Martha eager to immerse herself in the glitz and glamour, not to mention the Champagne, and Alexis excited to find her date; a local who she met at Columbia and who's meeting her inside.

"Are you ready for this?" Castle asks from the relative safety of the car.

"I'm ready. No big announcement, but no hiding either," she answers and meets his gaze with a fierce look of determination and a wide, confident smile. She's nervous but she's ready for this, wants it; to stand proudly together, rumours and gossip and publicity be damned. There will be any number of celebrities and the who's who of New York society here, to be seen and to raise money for several children's charities, so a certain writer and his muse will hardly stand out; but the love life of Richard Castle always attracts interest so they are expecting that at some point during the night a photographer, reporter or member of the paparazzi is going to notice them.

"I love you," Castle blurts, the words bubbling out of him because she's his and he's hers and they are about to let everyone know it.

"I love you too," she whispers against his mouth and they climb out of the car, his hand at her back.

There's a photographer snapping photos of the arriving guests and with their hands tightly entwined, they grin at each other before turning their smiles on the crowd. Kate is a little star struck as she scans the guests, not that she'll ever admit it to Castle. There are actors, singers, politicians, writers and some other faces she vaguely recognises and she's obviously a little wide-eyed because he teases her.

"Are you having a little fan-girl moment there Kate?"

"Shut up Castle."

"And I thought sleeping with a celebrity would make you immune to getting all starry-eyed over actors and boy bands."

"You're so funny," she says sarcastically before levelling him with her best Beckett glare. "But if said celebrity wants to keep sleeping with me, he'll keep his mouth shut."

"Noted," he grins and wraps his arm around her waist. "Let's go find our table because there's sure to be at least one person here who's more star-struck than you."

"Alexis," they say in unison and they are still laughing when they introduce themselves to the other guests at their table including Alexis's date Luke and his older brother Ben.

Alcohol and conversation flows in earnest and they start to mingle. Castle doesn't leave Kate's side at first, simply because he can't keep his hands off her and yes, people are noticing. Four days apart, combined with how stunning she looks, has him wound tight and in a permanent state of semi arousal. His hands are either at her back, around her waist or firmly clasped with hers and he leans close, whispers in her ear at every opportunity, but what he really wants to do is back her into the nearest dark corner, kiss her senseless and stick his hands up her dress.

"You are so having dirty thoughts right now, aren't you?" Kate teases him after they've spent ten minutes feigning interest in the life story of a short, blonde, botoxed 'celebutant' with the largest set of breast implants Kate has ever seen. She flirted shamelessly with Castle and completely ignored Kate, totally clueless that her 'favourite writer' (like she's ever read a book) only has eyes for the statuesque brunette at his side.

"Oh my thoughts went past dirty in the car on the way here," he confesses breathlessly against the back of her neck and she shivers. "My thoughts now are bordering on pornographic."

Her breath hitches slightly at his words, but also at the feel of him against her back, his state of arousal evident as it presses firmly into the base of her spine. A sudden rush of desire settles low in her belly and she takes two large mouthfuls of Champagne in an attempt to stifle the moan that's threatening to escape.

"God Castle, you can't just tease me with that and not at least have a plan to get me alone."

"Well how do you think I feel? It's been like that since you walked down the stairs at home and believe me, I'm formulating a plan as we speak."

The evening is a whirlwind of small talk, fundraising festivities, amazing food, outrageously expensive Champagne, and then it's time for the dancing. Unsurprisingly, Martha is one of the first on the dance floor, closely followed by the younger crowd including Alexis, Luke and Ben. Castle has been ambushed by a couple of giggling fans on his way back from the bathroom and his eyes plead with Kate from across the room to come and rescue him, but she's enjoying just sitting for a moment so she smiles sweetly, shrugs and gives him an you're on your own look. When he finally makes it back to their table he's frowning.

"I think I just offended them," he says as he flops down next to her.

Kate notices his furrowed brow and asks, "Is your charm slipping Writerboy?"

"Oh, I was my charming best, but I refused to sign their chests and they've taken it quite personally."

"Kate can't help herself and she starts to laugh. "Seriously, if that's the most offensive thing that's ever happened to them, well boo hoo for the bombos."

"Oooh, Bitchy Beckett. I like it," Castle teases and then leans in and kisses her. "It's kinda hot actually. Now come and dance with me."

They make their way onto the crowded dance floor and Castle immediately pulls her against him, circling her waist with this arms and resting his hands low on her hips. Kate encircles his neck and links her fingers at his nape as they press their foreheads together.

"This isn't really a 'hold your partner close' kind of song," she breathes, her voice a little roughened by the way his proximity is affecting her.

"I don't care," he replies emphatically. "I haven't held you since I got back and I don't mind confessing that I'm more than a little desperate now."

He pulls her closer and hisses softly as their bodies collide, moulding perfectly despite the barrier of so many clothes. He can feel the softness of her breasts against his chest, the ripple of her abs as she moves and the jut of her hipbones as they press into his. When she looks up at him, green eyes darkened to a deep lustful brown he's lost and he lowers his mouth to hers.

Simultaneous moans erupt as he slides his tongue deeply into her mouth and Kate opens freely, returning the kiss with equal abandon. She has a fleeting thought about their earlier discussion on socially acceptable PDAs but then he sucks her bottom lip into his mouth and she can't think. The crowd and low lighting affords them some semblance of cover, but eventually they separate, realising things are about to escalate and what they are desperate to do falls completely under the banner of totally inappropriate public behaviour.

"Follow me," he croaks in a voice so gravelly with passion that just the sound of those two words stokes the smouldering embers of her desire. He grabs her hand and literally hauls her towards an open set of french doors, past the pool, across a vast expanse of grass to a small building. He flings the door open and as they stumble inside he crashes his mouth down on hers, rough and oh so hot.

Kate matches the hard insistent pressure of his mouth, the demanding glide of his tongue until they have to separate or pass out from hypoxia. Their chests are heaving, hearts slamming in their chests, eyes wild and wanting.

"So this is the plan you formulated?" Kate croaks. "Are we about to have fast and furious sex in our host's pool house?"

"God I hope so," he rasps against the side of her neck, his lips and tongue warm and wet against her flaming skin. "As much as I'd prefer to peel this dress off you and see you sprawled naked on my bed while I run my hands and mouth over every inch of you, I can't wait that long Kate. I'm like a horny damn teenager."

He kisses his way back to her mouth then and as their lips fuse hotly and their tongues dance a familiar dance Kate moans into his mouth, because he's not the only one impatient and more than a little desperate. She has his shirt untucked in seconds and as her fingers begin tugging at his belt he runs his hands up the back of her thighs and under her dress, his fingertips digging firmly into her flesh when she pulls his buckle free and lowers the zipper of his pants.

He is painfully aware of every brush of her hands as she inches his trousers down, his arousal trapped within the confines of his clothes and the strangled cry he gives as she frees him, takes him in her hand, sends a rush of pure desire straight to her core. She wants him now, hot and fast.

As Castle hitches her dress high on her waist, Kate hooks one leg around the back of his thigh and their hips make contact again, the smooth hard length of him pressing against the lace covered heat of her and in their current state it's almost their undoing.

"God Castle, touch me." Kate pleads and he obeys, sliding his hand firmly up the inside of her thigh, just brushing his fingertips over the elastic leg of her lace thong.

He pushes her thigh from around his hip so he can drag her panties down and once there is no barrier he strokes his fingers through her wetness, gliding, probing and circling over her until she's whimpering helplessly and clutching frantically at his shoulders. With one hand splayed at the base of her skull and the other firmly against her core he applies pressure with both, pulling her face closer as he thrusts his tongue deeply into her mouth while dragging his thumb over her clit. Castle swallows the sound she makes as she shatters and when he feels her legs give way he grabs the backs of her thighs and lifts, her legs circling his waist as she heaves hot rough breathes against the side of his neck.

They are both breathing hard as Castle spins them in the dim light of the roomy but untidy pool house and backs her against something large but not entirely solid, his tip making contact with her wet and still pulsing core. He grabs her butt tighter, lifts her higher and squeezes his eyes closed, waiting until she's ready and when she rocks her hips forward and runs her tongue over the shell of his ear he hisses loudly and plunges in to her.

There is a mutual groan of satisfaction, Kate's muscles tightening as she savours the feel of every powerful inch of him, Castle lost in the sensation of being sheathed in the wonderfully tight warmth of her as she pulses around him. They are unsteady, their movements messy and lacking any kind of finesse, but they somehow find a rhythm against the springy surface that Castle is trying to leverage her ass against and they are climbing higher, coiling tighter as their pace increases.

Kate clutches at his shoulder with one hand and his skull with the other as she lets her own head fall back and when he grabs her hips harder, leans forward and thrusts faster it puts just the right pressure on her over-sensitised clit and she comes; hard, fast and loud with a clearly audible, "Oh, God yes," as her back arches and the world stops just in that moment.

He hears her, feels her tighten and flutter around him and it's amazing, she's amazing and he's more than a little relieved because he can't hold on; fast and furious is an understatement and he follows her immediately, thrusting frantically as a loud guttural moan escapes against the hollow of her throat and he comes.

Limbs weak, chests heaving, eyes closed, they take minutes to come down. Castle kisses her softly once he regains his senses and grins against her mouth. "Four days without touching you and look what we're reduced to; a quickie at a party against a... what is that you've got your butt against?"

They look down and both begin to laugh when they realise she is perched on a huge inner-tube; obviously used at some point as a pool toy and now stored with other pool supplies and chemicals, cleaning equipment and spare towels. The building must have once been used by those spending the day by the pool, with a small fridge, a sink and on the opposite wall, a bathroom but in recent years looks to have become a storage area.

"Well it's softer than the wall," Kate chuckles as she lowers her feet unsteadily to the floor and winks when she meets his gaze, adding, "And definitely more comfortable than your front door."

Castle's mind briefly drifts back to their first night together, when he had her pinned against his front door, devouring her mouth, kissing her chest and he shudders. "God Kate, let's not revisit that night or we'll be in here for the remainder of this night.

She kisses him then, it's soft and slow but his body still manages to flicker to life, reacting to the feel of her tongue in his mouth and he reluctantly pulls away so they can put their clothes back on. They use the small bathroom to freshen and straighten themselves up and once they look put-together enough to rejoin the other guests they sneak back inside, smugly confident that their absence has gone unnoticed.

"Where have you two been?" Martha asks from behind them startling them both but redeeming herself somewhat by handing them each a glass of champagne. "I was going to assume you slipped out for some fresh air but since you both reek of chlorine I'll assume you found the pool house. And don't look at me like that Richard. I know all about that particular building; used it myself last year."

"Mother," Castle groans, his eyes widening in horror while Kate chokes noisily on her drink. "Please spare us the details. A son just shouldn't ever know these things about his mother. Ever."

Martha simply shrugs, raises her glass high in a mock toast and swans toward the dancefloor where the final song has just been announced.

Castle shudders again and Kate laughs. "Maybe she was kidding."

"Unfortunately, I doubt it," he says but he's laughing now too, and they walk hand in hand to the dancefloor.

A slow ballad begins and he pulls her close like he did earlier, but this time their bodies are blissfully sated as they melt against each other. Her arms lift to circle his neck, fingers absently stroking the hair above his shirt collar as she leans back slightly to look at him. His hands caress her back softly and they smile, gazes locked as their bodies begin to sway in perfect time with the music. They are completely swept up in each other, oblivious to the other guests and to the photographers until a flash illuminates the otherwise darkened dancefloor and there is the unmistakable click and whir of a camera.

Their gazes are still locked but there's a slightly panicked, questioning look in Castle's eyes as they realise they've just been photographed, but Kate reassures him with a quick kiss, whispering against his lips, "Not hiding remember."

"It might end up in the paper."

"It's okay Rick. As long as I don't look like I've just gone five rounds with you in the pool house, I don't care how many photographers snap us."

He kisses her back; chastely given the proximity of at least one photographer and whispers so only she can hear. "You look perfect, I love this dress and I love you in it."

"But you'll love me more out of it?"

"Your words, not mine. I'm perfectly content right here, dancing with you in your almost white dress. Kinda makes it..." His voice trails off then, as a wistful look crosses his face.

Kate sees the look and whispers, "What?" But she thinks she knows where his imagination has just led him, and an idea that once would have terrified her now makes her feel safe and cherished.

"Kinda makes it hard not to picture us dancing together with you in a different white dress," he confesses.

She leans close again, letting her head drop to his shoulder and sighs contentedly. She feels Castle arms tighten around her and she knows his mind has returned very much to the present but she is surprised when she feels laughter rumble through his chest. She lifts her head and he laughs again, eliciting a questioning look from her.

"After what we just did in the pool-house, maybe a white dress is out of the question."

Despite his eagerness to spread the newspaper on the bed and turn immediately to page six, Castle can't help pausing in his bedroom doorway to appreciate the sight before him. Kate is sprawled on her front; hair in a cloud of messy curls around her head and the sheet is barely covering the tops of her thighs. He feels the deep flutter he often gets in his chest and belly when he looks at her, a combination of love, tenderness and fierce protectiveness but he also feels the tight coil of want.

"Are you gonna stare at me or are you going to tell me what's got you all worked up?" Kate asks suddenly, eyes still closed.

"You mean besides seeing you all sprawled out and naked in my bed?" he whispers and crawls across the mattress, kissing his way over the peaks and hollows of her spine. When he reaches her neck he nuzzles softly with his nose before kissing her good morning.

"Yeah, besides that."

Kate rolls over then and notices the paper in his hand. She sits up as Castle spreads it out on the bed and they turn immediately to page six... and there it is; a photo and an article under the heading - It's Written All Over Their Faces!

It seems best-selling mystery writer Richard Castle is officially off the market. Seen here at a charity event with former NYPD Homicide Detective Kate Beckett, the real life inspiration for his highly successful Nikki Heat series, the writer and his companion appeared very cosy, with reports of a very public kiss on the dance floor. Romance between the pair has been rumoured since the release of the first Nikki Heat book, Heat Wave, but has been vehemently denied by both parties. No such denials were forthcoming this time however, so we'll let the readers decide for themselves. The couple was snapped sharing a quiet moment and their feelings certainly seem to be written all over their faces.

It's a stunning photo. Castle is looking at her like she's the most precious thing in the world, but it's the look on Kate's face, her radiant smile that leaves no doubt about the status of their relationship. She's smiling at him like she did after the bank explosion, but instead of the deeper emotions in her eyes being clouded by immense relief like they were that day, this time it's all there for everyone to see; a look of pure, unadulterated love and happiness and it's undeniable; breathtaking.

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