Disclaimer:The show Castle and its characters are the property of Andrew Marlowe and ABC

AN: WARNING. This chapter contains MA content. So if it's not your cup of tea, skip it. Also this is my first time writing a MA scene please be gentle.

Chapter 9

Closing off the shower curtain, Castle stepped in the stall switching on the shower and letting the hot water sooth his tired and achy muscles. He let the water wash of the sweat that had clung on him during his workout and enjoyed the increased flow of blood in his veins as it helped in livening up his muscles. He just stood there under the shower while facing the grey tilled wall and didn't pay attention to the opening of the shower room, nor did he pay attention to the steady click of familiar heels, but he noticed when someone yanked the curtain open.

"What the-," Castle said but the words died down on his lips as he saw what or exactly who had interrupted him. Kate Beckett, an angry Kate Beckett, an angry and aroused Kate Beckett. Before he could say anything Beckett shoved him against the wall and stepped inside the stall ignoring the still running shower and kissed him ferociously all the while muttering something in his mouth.

Castle couldn't do anything but pull her closer and kiss her back. He nearly embarrassed himself when Beckett rubbed her pelvis against his hardening length. All of a sudden Beckett released his mouth and he couldn't help but be transfixed with the sight in front of him. He watched in a daze as the water hit her face and flowed around her sharp cheekbones before touching her swollen lips and finally dripping from her chin to her heaving chest which was pressed up to his with just her wet blouse acting as a barrier. He looked up and noticed her smoky eyes that carried a familiar fire. A fire which blazed whenever she hunted for her prey while solving cases. He gulped when he released that today he was the prey that she was hunting.

"You're mine," Beckett declared before attacking his lips again slowly tailing her hands all over his back.

"You're mine," Beckett declared before she cupped his behind and attacked his neck marking him.

"You're mine," Beckett declared as she trailed her hand to his front and grabbing his hardened length and squeezing it tightly pulling a gasp out of him.

"Say it," She ordered as she knelt down in front of him and giving his length a few pumps and squeezing it again. "Say it Castle," she demanded staring him in his darkened eyes which hadn't left hers since the kiss.

"Yours," Castle growled, "I'm yours," groaning loudly as Beckett took him into her mouth in one smooth movement. Her lips firmly around his length, she worked him with her tongue as she drew him in, maintaining eye contact all the way as her nose brushed his stomach. Swallowing automatically, she held his length in her mouth, filling her for several seconds, her moan of pleasure vibrating through him as her other hand caressed his balls. Seeing his eyes roll back and feeling his legs trembling, Beckett slowly drew back, her lips wrapped firmly around him.

She pushed on his chest, forcing his back against the wall, allowing her a little more room to manoeuvre. Her mouth still wrapped around him, she worked his length with one hand, squeezing and twisting as her head dipped back and forth, teeth grazing him lightly, her tongue flickering over the tip at the apex of every up, she reached around him and cupped his ass as she worked her mouth over him. Her lips firm, she drew him out before plunging him full-length inside her, over and over. Hearing Castle's breadth shorten, she knew he was close. Tasting his saltiness, she thrust him deep inside her mouth once more sending him over the edge with a loud 'Kaaatteee!'

Feeling him spasm inside her mouth, Kate held him there for several seconds, her heart hammering as he spilled himself down her throat. Spent, he gazed at her as she slowly drew her lips upon him. Wrapped tightly around, she coaxed every last drop from him, her tongue lapping the last of it from his tip as she released him. Her hair dripping wet, she looked up at him and smiled a slow, wicked smile as she swallowed, licking the last traces from her lips.

Slowly getting back on her feet, Beckett grabbed his head and drew him in for another passionate kiss, panting "Mine" as they came back for air staring directly in his eyes. With a last peck on the lips she turned and started heading towards the door calling out, "7'O clock my apartment. I'm cooking," over her shoulder and was gone leaving Castle with a silly grin on his face.

Castle let his head hit the tile behind him as he relived the last several minutes and the delicious things that Kate Beckett did to him. Suddenly remembering her parting words Castle straightened, showered quickly with water that had turned cold couple of minutes earlier but with the heat radiating from both of them they had hardly noticed. Towelling himself after turning off the shower Castle slipped into his clothes and started making his way out of the precinct with a skip in his step all the while thinking, 'Maybe he should work out at the precinct gym more often.'

-X-

The knock sounded right at 7. Shaking her head Beckett made her way towards the door opening it to reveal Castle standing their in a dark blue button down which brought out his eyes and slacks with a black sports coat looking at her with a shy smile and quietly said, "Hey."

"Hey Castle, come in," she said moving aside to let him enter her apartment. He pecked her cheek as he moved inside but suddenly looked back when Beckett caught his arm and before he knew it she had pulled him down for a fierce kiss leaving him breathless.

"That's better," she said as they came back for air and started moving towards the kitchen grabbing him a glass of wine whole while feeling Castle's gaze upon her. Castle had decided at the loft that he wouldn't try to overthink this, whatever this is. As much as he wanted to figure this out, he couldn't and every time he tried it left him with a headache and more confusion. One thing that he had decided was that they needed to talk, however messy it might be. He broke out of his musings as Beckett handed him a glass of wine and smiled a grateful smile at her.

"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, you can take of your coat if you want," Beckett said and headed back to the kitchen to check something in the oven. The apartment filled with a delicious garlic smell as she brought out whatever she was baking in the oven and placed on the dining table. Castle sat down and looked at the unfamiliar dishes that sat in front of him.

"I hope Indian's alright with you," Beckett asked suddenly nervous. He looked at her with curious eyes like every other time he learned something new about her silently asking her for the story. "Back when I was at Stanford, I had a Indian friend whose family lived in San Francisco. I used to go to her house every other weekend for the semester I was there and got hooked on their cuisine. Her mother taught me a couple of dishes I liked and this is my favourite out of them, Chicken Tikka Masala and garlic naan," she said while pointing at the said dishes, "But it's alright if you want something else. Dad also doesn't like this as well, Boy does it not sit well with stomach," she rambled on with wide eyes and he decided they have ignored the elephant in the room long enough.

"Beckett what are we doing?" Castle asked.

She looked at him with wide eyes and a smile and said, "We're having dinner, Castle."

That was it. Castle had had enough of her deflection's. He had questions and he needed answers. He stood up from his chair abruptly and started pacing all the while trying to keep his voice calm as he spoke, "You know what I mean Beckett. I have questions that I'm trying to answer but I can't. Every time that I think I have an answer you do something and confuse me even more. I thought you didn't want me in you life after the shooting so I tried moving on but you came back and reeled me in. I thought you wanted us to move ahead, to be something more but you kept pushing me back, keeping me at a hand's distance. And now when I think I finally have a answer knowing you lied to me for over a year you are again trying to reel me in again, dangling false hope in front of me. Just please Kate tell me what are we doing," he finished in a pleading whisper.

She was frozen, finally realising the reason behind his emotional step back. He knows, somehow he found out about her lie that she has been keeping hidden away. "Castle...lie...I," she stammers trying to explain her reasons but seeing the realisation on her face, all the pent up anger that he had squashed inside came out, "Yes, lied, you fucking lied to me Kate for a year. You lied to me knowing how I feel about you. You abandoned me for three months without a single call of your well being knowing how I feel about you. What, you wanted to have a good laugh with Lanie off the love sick writer, wanted to see how much abuse this love sick puppy would take. Well not anymore. I trusted you Kate and you broke that trust." He finished and turned away from her.

Hearing the hurt in his voice broke her heart but when he told her he couldn't trust her she felt her own hackles rising, after all he had lied to her himself. "How can you say that? How big of a Hypocrite are you Castle blaming me for lying and breaking your trust and getting mad at me when you have been doing the same thing as well," she screamed causing him to turn towards her.

One look at her and he knew she had found out, somehow the conversation he was dreading to have was finally happening. In a quiet voice he said,"That's different."

"How the hell is that different. Huh. You lied to me about my mother's murder Castle. You promised me that we would do this together yet still you are looking at it behind my back knowing how dangerous this case is. You have daughter Rick, didn't you think about her, why are you doing this."

"Because I love you," his low voice interrupted her rambling, "And I know how much this case means to you, I know that you won't be able to be truly happy and love someone unless you have justice for your mother. So I thought I could keep you safe by keeping you away from this case and look for answers myself so that you can finally find someone you can love and be happy with," he finished and turned to look out her living room window feeling physically and emotionally drained and cursing himself for starting this discussion.

But then he felt her arms snake around his waist and felt her pressing herself on his back as she whispered, "That's where you are wrong Rick I already found him. I love you."

AN: Thanks for staying with the story so far. I really appreciate your reviews. Until next week!