A/N: Hi guys! I'm so happy to be writing again. With school starting, I wasn't sure how much time I'd have to write and was sooo excited when Castle finally came back on! Who knew the summer could be so long without our favorite couple! This little guy just popped into my head tonight and I knew I had to write it down before I forgot, or it got too elaborate to handle. Also, this is a POV piece, so you dear readers get the story from both Kate and Castle's side!

Rating: T (a brief make out session, but nothing too sultry.)

Disclaimer: Sadly for me, I don't own Castle or any of the characters. They all belong to Andrew Marlowe, that lucky son of a gun!


She answered the door in teeny tiny black spandex shorts and a t-shirt. She clearly had not been expecting company, much less me. As she pulled the door open, a gust of air blew her hair back and the look of surprise on her face was the most adorable thing I'd ever seen. She was silent for a moment and stacked one bare foot on top of the other.

"You are not the pizza guy…" She offered in a voice so low, I unconsciously leaned forward to hear her better.

"No, I'm not. But I brought Chinese and wine." I held up my full hands, presenting my offering. A smile ghosted over her face before she untangled her feet and opened the door further for me to enter.

"What are you doing here, Castle?" She asked, glancing back over her shoulder as she made her way into the kitchen.

I faltered for a moment, unsure of my justification for showing up unannounced. I scanned my brain quickly for an acceptable excuse.

"This case was tough. I just wanted to make sure you had some good food and company to end the day." It was true enough. The case had been tougher than most and I didn't want her to be alone.

She bought it and nodded as she grabbed two wine glasses from the cabinet. I opened a drawer and collected two forks before we both headed into the living room, Kate leading the way.

I couldn't help but watch her backside as I followed her. I'd never seen her in such skimpy clothing and I marveled at the spectacular skin and muscle I'd never been privy to. She stopped short in front of me and I crashed into her back.

"Uh…sorry." I muttered, trying to regain composure, since I knew my cheeks were aflame with embarrassment.

She smiled and placed her hand on my shoulder before snatching the wine from my hand and retreating back to the kitchen for an opener.

In her momentary absence, I tried to shake off my lust and remind myself of my mission. I was here for primarily one reason and I could not chicken out. Not this time. I blew out a long breath and rolled my shoulders back a few times. I moved my head from side to side, preparing myself.

"You okay there, sport?" Kate quipped as she reentered the room. I nodded my head and cleared my throat.

"Kate—" She held up a hand and grabbed the controller for the TV.

"I know! We need Temptation Lane, don't we?" I couldn't tell if she was genuinely excited or she sensed that I was about to change the dynamic between us. I hadn't let on as to why I was truly there, so I knew she couldn't possibly have any clue.

"Actually, Kate… I'm here for another reason…" She looked confused. "You know, I'm here for comfort after this sucky case, but I'm also here because—"

"What season were we on last time?" She interrupted me again, and this time I knew she sensed something was up.

"Kate, can you hold off on that for just a moment, please?" I made eye contact as I moved off the chair and onto the couch next to her. I watched her eyes and face carefully, for signs that she would back away or run. When I found nothing but concern and curiosity, I took a deep breath and continued.

"Kate, I know you remember what happened that day; what I said." Recognition flashed across her eyes. "I know you need time. I want you to be ready for this…for us." I paused, reaching for her hand. She allowed me to hold it in mine and that gave me all the courage I needed to continue on.

"Kate, I love you. I need to be with you. I want to wake up next to you every day and bring you coffee. I want to be the one you come home to at night and the one who makes your worries disappear. I want to be the one to hold you after we almost freeze to death or nearly die from a bomb. You are everything to me and I know I can't go on without you. I love you, Kate. And I want you to know that I will wait for you; as long as you need."

The look on her face was unreadable; tears pooled in her eyes. Was she surprised? Was she upset? I couldn't tell. I gently squeezed her hand and leaned forward, into her personal space, hoping to jolt a reaction out of her.



To say that I was surprised when he showed up at my door is an understatement. I was dressed down, prepared for a cozy night in. I was expecting the pizza delivery guy when I heard the knock on the door. I opened the door, and standing in front of me was my partner, holding Chinese take-out and a bottle of wine. I had hoped to spend the night alone, decompressing from the crazy case we'd just solved, but I was anything but disappointed when I found Rick outside my door.

I invited him in and we went to the kitchen to get supplies. I was glad he was there, even though I acted as though I wasn't. He quickly supplied me with an adequate excuse and I allowed him to get away with hijacking my evening. As we walked to the living room, I could feel his eyes burning my body. I knew he was taking in my legs and ass, because he'd never seen me in anything less than pants, except for the few occasions when I'd worn a short dress.

I stopped and was turning around when he ran into me. I saw the desperate blush color his face and smiled when he apologized. I grabbed the wine from him and rushed back into the kitchen to try to stop the fluttering in my stomach. I came back with the wine opened and sat down on the couch. Rick had set the food containers out and was sitting across from me on the chair. I could tell he was uncomfortable, because he was rolling his neck and shoulders.

When he said my name, I knew something was about to change. He rarely said my name so seriously. I stopped him, suggesting we watch Temptation Lane. As he continued to speak, telling me he wanted to talk, I franticly tried to find an episode we hadn't seen in a while, interrupting to distract him. Finally, he caught my eye and stood up to sit next to me on the couch. Rick Castle could be serious, but the look on his face and the way he kept taking deep breaths, I knew he really had something on his mind that couldn't wait. I stayed quiet and allowed him to work through whatever this was.

"Kate, I know you remember what happened that day; what I said." I instantly recalled that moment, nearly dying in his arms. Panic swept over me as I realized what this meant.

"I know you need time. I want you to be ready for this…for us." He paused and reached for my hand. My pulse jumped as his warm skin came into contact with mine. I tried to regulate my breathing as he continued.

As he professed his love for me, my mind raced. He said it again. And I'm not dying this time. Oh my god. He means it. Wait, he wants to wake up next to me, wants me to come home to him, be the one to hold and comfort me. This is crazy. Does that mean he wants to marry me?

"You are everything to me and I know I can't go on without you. I love you, Kate. And I want you to know that I will wait for you; as long as you need."

With that, my eyes welled up with tears and I felt the air leave my lungs. My mind swirled and I couldn't think straight. I tried desperately to make sense of Rick's declaration and form a response.

He's squeezing my hands, leaning into me, saying my name. C'mon Kate! Say something!

"Kate?" He says my name again and suddenly the synapses in my brain began to work again. Thoughts and emotions surge through me and I can't help but shiver. Rick brings a hand up to my face and gently pushed my chin upward, forcing me to make eye contact.

"I—" Words fail me as I attempt to make some kind of sense of the energy coursing through me. As I open my mouth to speak again, Rick is suddenly there, clouding my senses. His lips are latching onto mine in the sweetest, most heartbreaking kiss I've ever experienced. His hands grasp the back of my neck and my hip, urging me closer to him.

Before I know it, I am in his lap and his tongue is tentative against my bottom lip. I open my lips further and he plunders my mouth. A small moan escapes before I can catch it and it serves only to fuel Rick's actions. He pulls himself from under me and hitches me higher onto the couch cushion as he lies on top of me, keeping our lips attached the whole time. As he settles over me, he allows his weight to rest on me. I involuntarily gasp, as air is pushed out of me. His lips break away from mine, allowing me precious oxygen. His lips travel my face and neck, reverently memorizing my skin.

I feel as though every molecule of my being is trying to force its way out of my body and I enter a moment of clarity. This is exactly what I want. I want Rick and only Rick for the rest of my life. I want to come home to him and share my bed with him. I want him to be the one to hold me and reassure me that I'm okay and alive. I want to spend every moment with him, sharing every meal. I never want to kiss another man so long as I live. Rick is my one and done and I'm actually ready to dive in with him.

Rick's lips have slowed but his hands have taken up residence under my shirt, staying appropriately on my stomach and sides.

"Rick" My voice is breathless and I can't help but laugh at my current situation. In a million years, I never expected to be on my couch making out underneath Richard Castle. He hears my giggle and looks up at me with lust-filled eyes.

"I have something to say." His hands still and his eyes become worried.

"I've decided what I want."

A/N: Any mistakes are my own, as I don't use a beta. Please excuse them! Also, please review...tell me what you think! Hate it? Love it? I'd love to hear your opinion!