Follows on from Chapter Two: Cord

Recap: Castle tripped over the extension cord connected to his Christmas tree lights and is now out of commission for the rest of the case with a broken leg.

She kissed his temple gently. "Now, remember what the Doctor said: keep that elevated. I have to go now. I might not be able to be here much until after the case is over. " She kissed him on the lips.

"Be good for Alexis and your Mom."

"I will."

She stroked his cheek gently before standing up and turning to Marth and Alexis, who were standing in the doorway.

"You have my numbers?"

"Yes, yes," Martha assured her. "He'll be fine. Now, go catch bad guys."

Castle pouted. "Yeah, without me."

"Hey, Dad, you'll have me for the next three days," Alexis comforted him, cuddling up to him.

He softened and gave a small smile.

Beckett watched them fondly.

When he looked up however, she was gone.


He woke up to find her snuggled up to him, fully clothed.

She sighed when she saw his eyes were open.

"Hey."

"Hey," he smiled. "Tough case?"

"Hmm," she replied. "It's over now."

"Who did it?"

"I'll tell you later," she said. "Right now, we need to get you washed up."

"I don't know if I can stand up in the shower."

"I'm not talking about a shower."

"A bath?" he asked hopefully.

She shook her head.

He looked down to see a bucket, soap... and a sponge next to her.

"Nurse..."

"Mmhmm?" she asked slyly.

"I think I'm, ready for my sponge-bath."


She very carefully slipped off his pyjama pants, followed by his boxers.

Beckett grabbed the wash-cloth out of the warm water she had filled the bucket with, soaped it up, and began to wash his back, massaging smooth circles into his skin and then rinsing him off. She moved to his hair next, asking him to inch forward a bit and lean his head back, placing the bucket behind him and rinsing .

He couldn't control the reaction of his body as arousal overtook him, his heart beating rapidly at the feel of her skin on his.

Beckett slowed her movements, putting the bucket back down next to the bed and placing the cup next to it.

He didn't take his eyes off of her as he slowly reached his hand to the back of her neck, pulling her towards him.

He leaned his forehead into hers as he helped her remove her coat.

The garment slid down next to the bed, but still he didn't avert his gaze from hers

He closed the remaining distance between them and captured her lips with his own.

She furthered their intimacy, pressing herself against his wet body. She kissed him slowly, carefully.

She studied his naked body once again when she emerged from his embrace, undressing in front of him. He tried very hard to control his breathing as she slowly revealed herself to him. He would never get tired of seeing her naked form. Gently, she pushed him down onto the bed, allowing him to lay back as she straddled him.

He moaned loudly when he felt her body spread against his, her chest coming down and her legs sliding back to rest on either side of him. Slowly, she lined kisses along his jaw as his hands began touching her everywhere.

Her lips found his, and she began to whisper against his mouth between kisses. "I missed you. I missed. God, I missed you."

She inhaled his scent deeply and found his tongue with her own.

He grasped her face and pushed her back far enough for him to look into her eyes. "It's been three days," he chuckled in amusement

"Two days too many," she whispered, slowly allowing him to lace his fingers through her hair and pull her head back down to his. She reached her hand between them and grasped his erection, lifting her hips slightly and shifting them downward until he was once again inside of her. Both of them gasped at the sensation, at the feeling of their union.

She moved slowly, kissing his jaw and gliding her tongue down his neck. His fingers caressed her back as she remained slightly bent over him. Her fingers found his hair and grasped either side of his head as she kissed him again and again, moaning with each upward thrust he made.

She brought her hand down to cup his cheek

Her other hand moved from where it rested on his upper arm and she laced her fingers through his hair.

She lifted herself from him almost all the way, before sinking back down, nearly breathless at the sensation of him being inside of her.

It was difficult for her to tell where she began and where he ended, and she was insatiable in her need to touch him. He responded with equal vigour, his arms wrapping around her body as if he could bring her even closer to him. Their mouths moved with intense fervour, creating a rhythm similar to the one their bodies found as he increased the intensity of his thrusts, until they finally fell into a boneless heap of exhaustion. Their hearts slowed and they caught their breathes together, Castle too tired to pull himself away, and Beckett not eager to lose their intimate connection.

"So, I guess I'm gonna need another sponge-bath," said Castle after a while.

"Hmm, maybe the tub."

"Oh, no, at that rate, I'll never get clean."

"I'll be a perfect lady, I promise. How's your leg?"

"Fine." He smirked.

"What?"

"You like taking care of me.

She smiled back, before looking away. "Don't get used to it. Once your legs better, you're back to washing your own socks."

"You washed my socks?"

"Actually, Alexis washed them – but I put them in the drier."

Wow, I got a follower in three minutes! Thanks, Beckett-Castle4ever.