I hadn't really planned on adding to this, but ask and ye shall receive.

She's on top of him now, rolling her hips against his, her mouth pressed feverishly to his. His breath hitches as her fingers climb under his tee shirt to smooth across his stomach.

"Kate," he mutters breathlessly, his fingers pressed tightly against her back, bruising her.

She hums in response, nipping at his neck, soothing the offended flesh with her tongue. He closes his eyes on a gasp, overwhelmed by the sensations.

"Shouldn't we talk?" he offers weakly, a bead of perspiration trickling down his spine. He's hot, so very hot, but he can't bring himself to pull them apart, needs to feel her limbs tangled with his, her skin pressed against his.

She latches onto his ear then, flicking her tongue across the lobe. "What's there to talk about?" Her voice is deep, dripping with sex and—

Fuck.

His hands palm her backside, tugging her even closer to him. He groans, panting gently at the proximity of her body against his.

"What are we doing?" he grinds out.

"Hopefully something we can finish when someone gets us out of here," she rasps, her hands slipping around to scrape against his back.

"Jesus Christ, Kate," he breathes, claiming her mouth again. She tugs at his bottom lip as her hands slide through his hair, bowing his mouth further into hers. She hums in pleasure and it sends a jolt through his body, curling all the way down into his toes.

He can't—

God, the things she does to him.

And they'd been at each other's throats only minutes (has it been minutes? Maybe hours. He's lost himself in the sensation of her thighs wrapped around his, of her soft mouth pressed against his, of her nails digging into his skin.) before.

His head is spinning now and he really thinks they should talk or something but—

She's magnetic. Every time she slides against him, he's right there with her. When she shifts away just a little, he's moving with her, against her. When she emits the little noises of pleasure, he's all too happy to echo her in the deep rumble of his chest.

But they—

They're sheltered here, protected against the forces of real-life. He needs to take advantage of that while there's still time. He doesn't want to slip out into the stifling New York air on shaky ground.

He sighs into her, pressing one last bruising kiss (just for the road) to her lips before pulling back. Her mouth follows him, her eyelashes fluttering as she breathes heavily against him, lips swollen.

"Where you goin'?" Her voice is sleepy, raspy—all sex—and he has to clench his fists against his side to keep from hauling her against him again, pressing her into the escalator right where he needs her.

He grips her hips and pulls her off him, settling her down next to him. He watches as she swallows her hurt, questions written all over her face.

She clears her throat. "You okay?"

He scrubs a hand down his face. "I just—" He pauses. "I need to know where we stand before I—before we—" He sighs. "One time will kill me, Kate. It'll tear me apart."

And then she's smiling and (Wait.) and clutching his cheeks beneath her warm palms. "What makes you think I ever plan on letting you go, Castle?" she asks softly, and it's still so dark, but he swears he can see the light flooding her eyes in the darkness.

"You like me?" he blurts out stupidly.

Her body shakes with laughter and he can feel the happiness spilling out of her pores. "I might just love you, Castle." She pauses as he sucks in a breath. "I do love you," she breathes, her fingers tracing the soft edges of his face reverently.

And then he's pulling her into his arms, wrapping her in a tight hug because God, he doesn't even need sex tonight because he's got her. He just wants to slip beneath cold sheets and slide his arms around her, press his hand to her heart as she sighs against him.

He's got her.

Ryan and Esposito find them an hour later, stunned into silence at the sight of her with her head in his lap, sleeping soundly (and yeah, she's drooling but he can't bring himself to care in the slightest). Castle's silent, doesn't even chortle when Ryan almost drops the flashlight.

He lifts Kate from his lap, pressing a sweet kiss to her forehead as her eyes flutter against her cheek.

"Time to go home," he says quietly.

"Mmm." She flicks an eye open, throwing Ryan and Esposito a look that would normally be intimidating but is only adorable in her sleepy state. "Not a word of this tomorrow."

"Us?" Ryan scoffs, almost offended. She rolls her eyes, shaking her head as she lets out a small laugh.

He helps her to her feet, stretching his stiff muscles as Ryan and Esposito lead them into the night.

He wraps an arm around her, pulling her closer.

"You comin' home with me tonight, Castle? I've got the good stuff," she murmurs, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

"Central Air?"

"You know it."

He groans. "You sure know how to entice a man, Katherine Beckett."

Finis

Thanks for reading.

Olivia