In this precious, all too brief moment, she's not thinking about the case. Nor is her mind turning to thoughts of Shaw, of the team that is undoubtedly still taking up residence at the precinct and working even into this late hour. Shaw said we needed to decompress. Castle's earlier words echo in her brain when his hands skim over her breasts, and she arches up into his touch, head lazily drifting to one side.

There's no rush, no hurry. She can't be bothered to glance over toward the alarm clock, knocked askew by earlier fumbles, and a part of her is accepting of that. Beckett opens her eyes in the semi-darkness, turning to find Castle's face as her own tilts upward for her mouth to collide with his.