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The streaming sun through the thin veil of curtains plays on her lashes. She groans softly and she realizes she really doesn't want to move. But the sun gets more and more annoying by the second.

She opens her eyes and blinks once, twice, before opening them fully. The annoying light won't go away, so she moves her head a bit. Her hair slides on the soft surface of Castle's body and she becomes aware of the naked body lying beside her.

She smiles and stills her movement. He is still asleep.

Silently, she observes her husband. He is handsome and he is snoring lightly. That makes her chuckle. She can see the blooming red marks she made during the festivities at night, the red edges of the splotches peeking under the blanket. Oh god. It got really out of hand, didn't it? The whole day starts to come back slowly. The wedding, the reception, everything. She smiles as the memories of the previous night flood her mind.

From the moment the day started, it was amazing. From start to end.

She had been woken up by Alexis softly tugging her by her toes. The girl had decided that her dad shouldn't see his bride before the wedding. So she stole Kate away from him. Together, they had gone to pick up Lanie to visit the hair and makeup guy. When they finally got free from the salon, it was time to get dressed and head down to Coney Island.

Rick was already there. She knew that. Of course he was there. And from the pouty messages Rick had sent her (throughout the entire morning) that made her laugh during her beauty sessions and on her way to the wedding venue, she knew that he wasn't happy that they left him alone. Well, almost alone.

When she finally stepped out of the car in front of the house on Coney Island that afternoon, she was getting nervous all over again. It was her first wedding. And hopefully the last one too. The ONLY one. She loved Rick so, so much. But all of this wedding craziness made her slightly uneasy. She swallowed and started to walk towards the entrance.

Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and she looked up to find her dad there.

Jim smiled and pulled her into a hug.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yeah," she answered, smiling back at him.

"Let's go then," Jim took her hand and started to lead her to the back of the house. "Before your fiancé has a heart attack."

"Was he that bad?" she laughed.

"Well, no. But he wasn't amused when he didn't find you in the morning."

"Ah," she nodded. "I am sure Alexis explained it to him."

"Yes, she did," Jim nodded with amused smirk. He added after a pause, "He is a good man, Kate."

"I know, Dad," she agreed as they walked towards the backyard.

"I am happy for you," he finally said, before they reached their destination.

She was speechless, her father's precious words meant very much to her. She felt her throat clogging up and suddenly she was unable to say anything in reply. Jim used that moment of silence to signal to the musicians to start playing.

Everything was set.

"Here we go," he whispered to his daughter.

"Here we go," she smiled back at her father as they started their walk up the aisle.

He doesn't wake up as she slowly untangles herself from his hold. He is a heavy sleeper, which enables her to move away from his needy hug swiftly. She winces as she moves herself on the bed, sliding his hands away from her body. She is sore. Oh my. Why she is sore?

Then she remembers the night. While the first time was amazing, the second time was just mind blowing. And the third time…

She throws a quick glance towards the balcony. Well… the third time was just … defying gravity.

Blushing because of the memories, she sits up and her feet touch the carpeted floor of the hotel room. It's warm and so cozy. For a moment, she thinks of staying in the bed, not moving, just enjoying herself on her first day of marriage, sleeping in together with her husband. Husband. Unconsciously, she turns herself around again to catch another glimpse of the man laying beside her. All hers. All of him.

But she wants to go to the sunlight, to soak in the warmth and brightness of the Mediterranean sun. She sighs and stands up, tiptoeing around the humongous bed. Finally she manages to get a hold of his shirt lying on the ground. She pulls it over herself and buttons a few buttons in front.

Silently and carefully, she makes her way out of the room, heading towards the door of the balcony. It's open. Just like they had left it during the night. The gentle wind is playing with the white curtains, making the whole scene play out like a dream.

Sliding the curtains away from the door, she steps into the sunlight.

As far as her eye can see, it's water. Everywhere. The Mediterranean Sea, shining so brightly under the sun, so turquoise, clear and alluring. She takes in a lungful of salty air. It smells different than home, but it's good. Special. Smells like an adventure. The moist air makes her hair curl up and she can feel it. Her soft strands of hair are curlier than usual. Guess the Mediterranean is good for her.

She walks up to the heavy marble ledge of the balcony and peeks down at the rocks that lie below. The waves crashing against the huge rocks are making the rumbling sound she had heard the whole night.

She leans against the cold surface of marble and sighs. Contently. She is where she wants to be. With her husband. On their honeymoon. As far away from a normal life as they can possibly be. It feels like a dream. All those years they spent together. Even before they had a relationship, it felt normal. But now. It feels good. It feels good to be married. To the one and only man she loves. There is no doubt that she loves him. And she has never doubted his feelings as well. After all these years they still fit. They still complete each other, still feels like they are on a first date. It's precious and something to hold onto forever.

She hears shuffling behind her, somebody walking around the room. Without even bothering to look behind her, she knows it's Castle.

"Here you are," a sleepy voice comes from the doorway.

She nods, but doesn't turn herself around, entranced by the dance of the waves down at the sea.

He steps onto the balcony, walking straight to her. He entwines his hands around her abdomen and pulls her close to him. She leans back against his broad chest as he presses a small kiss down on her shoulder.

"You stole my shirt," he states.

"Mmmh," she makes a sound of agreement. "What's yours is mine now."

"Ah... is that why you married me? To get a hold of my clothes?" he teases, his sleepy voice full of amusement.

"Yes," she nods. "Because, as you know, I don't have clothes of my own."

He only chuckles as an answer, settling in behind her, pulling her even closer to him.

After few moments of silence between them, he finally asks, "Couldn't sleep?

"Yeah," she nods. "I wanted to see the sun."

"It's beautiful here, isn't it?" he states, looking at the horizon. The blue sea is a contrast behind the rocky hill on the far side of the bay. The summery side of Mediterranean Sea is always beautiful, the air smells like new adventures and love.

"Is that why you brought me here?" she muses.

"Partially," he mumbles against her ear.

"Partially?" she raises her eyebrows at him.

He chuckles at her reaction. "Well, I wanted to be somewhere warm."

"Mmh?"

"And to show you the world."

She sighs again as his lips caress the line of her throat.

"The world?" she whispers, closing her eyes and surrendering the onslaught of the sensations his hands on her stomach and his lips on her neck are creating.

"Yes, the world," he whispers again against her throat.

"You know, love is the journey of the heart. This is a new journey now. It's our journey, we are taking this together, one step at the time. Why not start it with a big adventure?" he explains.

She is smiling widely. His words. His words are always make her heart expand into new dimensions. His words make her love him more.

"You sound like a poet," she whispers finally.

"Sorry, only a novelist," he says, pulling back her hair to access to more of her flesh. "Are you sure you made a right decision to become my woman?"

That makes her chuckle. "I like novelists more. In fact. I'm in love with one."

She feels him step away from her for a second and the chilly wind between them makes her shudder. She almost frowns at the separation, but then his hands on her stomach turn her around to face him.

"Is that so?" he asks, closing the distance between them with one swift motion. Their lips meeting in a welcoming kiss.

"Do I know him?" he whispers when he pulls back from her for a short moment.

"Mmmh," she mumbles against his lips. "You should."

"Ah?" he enquires and kisses her again, soundly, deeply. She feels her body melting against his, her mind rendered useless with the movement of his tongue.

"Who is it?" he breathes against her cheek, sharing kisses there.

"Patterson," she whispers, making him chuckle against her.

"I hate you," he states, his teeth caressing the column of her throat.

"I hate you too," she answers and succumbs to the feeling him against her in the soft warm wind of the coast of Monaco.

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