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nothing compare to the sensation of finally owning your fav show on DVD. streaming stole us that

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Finally started writing my first fan fiction

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“Last night was amazing.”

Castle, P.I.

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Best reconciliation on television

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“Rick.” His name comes out in a gasp, her hands framing his face, holding his forehead to hers. He slides his hand up her thigh as he hovers over her, and she takes a deep breath, hears his come out in a shaky stutter.

His hand cups her thigh, holding her to him, grinds his hips into hers. “I missed you,” he mutters, hooking his thumb under the waistband of her underwear.

He finally lowers his mouth to hers, and she arches into him, buries her fingers in his hair, slicks her tongue against his. She manages to tear her mouth from his, and he trails his lips down her neck, panting, his breath hot against her skin.

“Please,” she moans when he continues to travel south. She grips his hair and tugs, hooks her ankles at the small of his back when he’s over her again. “I need-”

“Me too,” he groans, dragging her underwear down her legs, discarding his boxers at the same time.

Their simultaneous groans echo in the room when they’re joined, and finally, after their years of friendship and flirting, of desire, of passion, it feels like they’re where they belong.

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Caskett fan art